Now I feel bad because I went and disappointed you all with an author's
note, so I'm going to try to make a chapter worth it. I'm going to start
putting the stuff I have to say to the reviewers at the end of the chapters
instead of the beginning though. So have no fear, I haven't forgotten
about you! Also: After rereading the chapters, I've realized that there
are a few typos other then Gunthor vs. Grunthor. I'll probably end up
rewriting those and correcting the typos etc. that were in there. Now I
have access to Word when I type these up, so the spelling mistakes, etc.
should disappear.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rhapsody. I do not (unfortunately) own Achmed.
I also do not own Grunthor. Or Ashe. Or Tristan Steward.or any of the others who appear in the Rhapsody book series. I do, however, own Isis,
and this general plot line is mine.to a degree. The point is, please
please please don't sue me. (
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Rhapsody was sitting at a table outside of the pub where she and Achmed went to eat when she finally saw Achmed and Isis coming over. The first thing that she noticed about the two of them was that they were holding hands. She smiled to herself, though she didn't honestly have her hopes up. She knew that Achmed needed someone, but the thing was that she knew for a fact that Achmed wasn't the type of person who would get so intimate with someone on the first date. She also figured that Isis was the same way. It was funny how alike they were. Perhaps being slaves to a F'dor make people act like that, Rhapsody didn't know. She did however hide her smile when the two of them came over to the table, the horse with the stuff on it trailing behind them. She noticed that Isis had changed out of the green dress she had worn here, and instead wore green pants, a green cloak, green gloves, and black boots. Rhapsody couldn't tell what color her shirt was, as it was hidden by her cloak very well. She wisely kept silent until the two got to the table. She had to admit to herself that part of her was disappointed when the two of them let their hands drop.
"Did you finish your shopping?" Rhapsody asked with a smile. She could see Isis's return smile from under her hood.
"Yes, and thank you again for getting me all this, despite the fact that I still feel that some of it is unnecessary," Isis answered. She pulled out a chair and sat down in it. She also, as both Achmed and Rhapsody noted, didn't take off her cloak, nor did she lower her hood. Rhapsody shook her head slightly and handed over the menu to Isis. She assumed Achmed would have his usual stew.
"Hm. I think the stew here looks good," Isis said after looking over the menu. "The stew and the ale sounds very good."
"Apparently you have good taste. I'm having the same," Achmed replied offhandedly.
"Apparently I'm not the only one with good taste," countered Isis. Rhapsody shook her head with a sigh, just as the waiter came over.
"Ah, what would you all like to have?" he asked. Rhapsody has been here many times, and has frequently told the people not to refer to her by her titles. It took a while, but they eventually complied.
"I'll have some water, and the veal," Rhapsody decided. "I'd also like a bread, cheese, and fruit plate delivered before hand along with three plates."
"Excellent choice! And for you my lady?" he asked Isis.
"I'd like to have the stew with some ale if you'd please," she responded.
"And I'll have the same," Achmed quickly said. The waiter here was annoying him, and he wanted him to leave.
"Excellent!" the waiter exclaimed before leaving. He returned a minute later with the drinks and the platter before leaving again.
"I've always wondered," Isis said as she took a piece of bread and twirled it in her fingers, "what it would be like to be in a waiter's world. A place where everything is an excellent choice." Isis took a bite of the bread as Rhapsody chuckled. Achmed's smile didn't escape her notice either.
"I can't say I know what a waiter's world is like," Rhapsody replied. She picked up an apple slice and put it on her plate, along with some of the cheddar cheese. "Though now that I think about it, I don't think I want to know what a waiter's world is like."
"That's true," Isis agreed. After that little bit, the conversation turned to the weather and to the things that were bought that day. Rhapsody reported that she'd sent her letter, along with instructions for Ashe to test the bird that was newly trained to fly to Ylorc. She also said that she'd stay in Ylorc for a little longer. After that though, she would have to get back to the Lirin castle.
The trip back was equally uneventful. It wasn't really surprising to Rhapsody though, as she knew that Achmed wanted to discuss some things with Isis that she wouldn't talk about outside of Canrif, namely where she came from, and what race she was. Rhapsody had thought that she was a hybrid, and saw traces of the Ancient Seren in her, but that was all she could tell. She was patient though. Rhapsody was wise enough to know that her questions would be answered in time, and she knew that she could wait.
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He looked into the room. They were still gone. The beautiful, deadly, shining diamond was gone. His master's trophy was gone too. And until that small problem could be fixed, his master would never, ever, ever calm down and stop taking his rage out on the soldiers. However, he couldn't do much about it. He knew that he needed to wait though. While the master was infuriated, the master was patient. Serena's whereabouts would be revealed to them soon. And when they were he would strike. He suspected that Serena ran to Ylorc, but he knew that Master wouldn't take that. He needed her to make a public appearance. When she did, her guard would be down.
He hoped against all hope that she went to Ylorc. If she did, he would be able to present his master with her, and the head of the king along with Master's Treasures. First he would have some fun with Serena though. He saw her once, she was beautiful. Yes, perhaps master would let him have a reward. His heart started racing just thinking about the fun he would have.
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A month passed, and still no one knew much about Isis. Achmed for some reason wasn't impatient to get the information. He knew that he could only ask her about her past when he was willing to share his own with Isis. It took a lot longer then a month for him to share his inner secrets with Rhapsody, but for some reason after a mere thirty days, it felt alright to share his experiences with Isis. It was now time.
Rhapsody had left the previous night. Tristan Steward was giving her problems about a trade agreement with Ylorc. She had gone to convince him to come to Ylorc himself and meet with Achmed's representative on the matter. She had no idea who his representative was, and technically neither did Achmed. He did, however, know who he would like to have as a representative, and at this moment he was knocking on the door to her room now.
"Hang on a second," Isis called back. She was in the middle of pulling a nightgown on, and wanted to get a robe before whoever was knocking came in. After a minute she had the robe on and tied around her waist. She sat down on her stool in front of her vanity and started to re- braid her hair just as she called out again. "Come in!"
Achmed opened the door, and looked around the room. Isis, like Rhapsody, kept her room neat, though unlike Rhapsody her clothes and accessories weren't ordered by color. The doors to Isis's wardrobe hung open, and Achmed saw that the dresses were neatly hung, the clothes neatly folded, but other than the clothes being sorted by type, there wasn't much order to it. He turned to look at Isis, who was just tying off the end of her braid. He couldn't help wondering what she looked like with her hair down. Her skin glowed faintly, as it always did when it wasn't covered, and she turned to regard him.
"Hello Achmed," she said. Isis was now fully at ease with Achmed's name, and had stopped calling him Your Majesty. "What brings you to my room this night. I assume it isn't in a hope to stay in my bed?"
Achmed chuckled to himself. Her sense of humor was like his enough so he knew that she didn't really think that he had come to ask her to sleep with him. "I came," he said slowly, "to ask you some questions that I haven't asked yet, but I've wanted to know since you've gotten here."
"You want to know about me and my past," Isis said flatly.
"Yes," Achmed replied. "Will you tell me about it?" Isis regarded the cloaked man for a moment before answering.
"I will answer your questions on one condition," she said after a slight pause.
"What's that?" Achmed asked.
"I want you to put down your hood. I want to see you as you truly are, and not as the shadow that you try to be." Achmed stared at Isis for a minute. That wasn't at all what he was expecting.
"Alright," he said. He took a breath and pulled down his hood, giving Isis a view of his face. The face that many thought was hideous and couldn't be looked at. Achmed watched Isis's face for a flinch of disgust, or revulsion. Instead she smiled.
"Is something funny?" he asked.
"Yes actually. I was under the impression that you were quite ugly underneath that hood of yours," Isis replied. She motioned for Achmed to sit on her bed, and she remained seated at her vanity. "Now, I believe you had some questions for me?"
Achmed stared at her for a moment. That wasn't what he was expecting. In fact, it was far from it. "First, I want to ask you about your past, as you know. Rhapsody suspects, and I agree, that the blood of the Ancient Seren flows through your veins. Are we correct?"
"Partly," Isis said. "I'm part Seren, part human." Isis smiled. "I assume this was the easiest of the questions?"
"Yes," Achmed replied. "Where are you from?"
"I am from the Lost Island of Serendair," Isis replied. "I don't know where I was born. I never met my mother, the Seren. She died slightly after I was born. All I knew of her was the gift she had left me after I was born, a piece of the star I was born beneath." As she said this, Isis lifted the piece of it that she had around her neck up slightly before dropping it and continuing. "My father raised me until I was of marrying age. He wanted me to seek out one called Michael, the Wind of Death. I told him that he was a waste of breath, and he was dreadful. One of Michael's henchmen heard the argument, and he heard that I won. That night he came in and killed my father." Isis's eyes clouded for a moment, and she couldn't help pausing for a moment before continuing. "After he died, I ran away to escape the henchman. Eventually, after a week or so out of town, I killed him. I pushed him off a cliff. I managed to get from Trong, where we lived, almost all the way to Easton. That's when I was caught." The cloudiness in Isis's eyes faded away, and was replaced with a sharper look. "I was weak. That was when the F'dor found me. It had recently broken out of it's prison, and was looking for someone to tend to it's trophy. See, despite the little pieces that the diamond was in, the F'dor was terrified of it. It wanted to be able to look at it and gloat, but it wouldn't do anything to touch them. And it loved the shine of the light through a diamond. It also had the larger diamond that a disciple had brought to it. That diamond was powerful enough to hold starlight, hence making it so the F'dor wouldn't touch it. Therefore the F'dor wanted to get someone else to touch it instead. He found that someone crawling on the ground searching for a necklace. Unfortunately for me, the F'dor found it first. Sure, it tried to make me its thrall, and even its host, but it couldn't. I was too strong. It figured out, however, that I was attached to my star, and I couldn't go without it. So he held it, allowing me near it once per day. And I was forced to tend the bastard's diamonds." Isis fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes at the memories of playing cleaning girl to the demon, but before one could fall she quickly shook her head and banished the excess liquid. By the time she was done with this story, short as it might have seemed, the candles that she used to light up the room were almost out. There was still enough light in the room to see though, thanks to her skin.
"I see." was all Achmed could think of to say. "Might I inquire as to how you've escaped?"
"Might I save that for another night?" Isis replied, pointing at the nearest candle.
"I think that might be best," Achmed agreed.
"Perhaps one night you can tell me how a F'dor ever got a hold of you," Isis said after a moment's pause.
"That too, is a story for another night," Achmed replied after a moment of being silent.
"Understood. So what did you come to my room for, other than to ask me about my past?" Isis asked.
"Consider it a final test of my trust," Achmed replied. "See, you've been here for a month now."
"And you need me to do something to pull my weight around here?" Isis smirked.
"Well.see, an overly pompous baboon named Tristan Steward should be coming to Ylorc soon to negotiate a trade agreement. I hate arguing over trading agreements with him. To me he is nothing but a walking, talking headache. However, at times the idiot will begin thinking with the head between his legs, if you catch my meaning around beautiful women. He used to start wars over it, but now he has settled into merely agreeing with whatever they say. I was wondering if you would like to act as Ylorc's representative in this matter, as well as others."
"You want me to be your diplomat?" asked Isis with a raised eyebrow. The compliment on her looks that he threw in there didn't escape her. She just didn't know if it was intentional.
"Basically."
"Well it is about time that I did do my share of the work here," she said after a moment's thought. "I'll agree to act as your representative."
"Good." Achmed rose and pulled up his hood. "I should be leaving now. I'll see you in the morning at breakfast."
"Until then." With that said from Isis, Achmed turned and walked out of her room. He went back to his. He had to make a visit to the Sleeping Child.
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And now ends Chapter three. It didn't quite finish the first half of the sixth page, but I don't want to use all of my ideas now and not have anything left for later. Now on to answering my reviews. (I love this part.)
First a note to everyone: I'm going to put the Author's Notes in as the first chapter. If there's one thing I hate, it's reading a story and being interrupted by an Author's Note.
Quinda - I assure you, Rhapsody was going to get her the practical clothes. She just got interrupted, that's all. I'm 18 years old (Yeah, a bit old to be writing stories on Fanfiction.net, I know, but I couldn't help myself.) and I'm just starting up college. As for your question about the F'dor, I hope I cleared that up in this chapter. And again, I love long reviews.
ElveNdestiNy - I didn't like the fact that Rhapsody didn't have nearly as many fan fictions. People who haven't read this series don't know what they're missing.
Stars - I agree, I've always found Ashe to complain way too much for my liking. Alas, Elizabeth Haydon wanted him to be with Rhapsody. Pity.
Apricot Jones - I'm glad you like the story, and I feel bad that you feel cheated. ( But now that I've got everything worked out, I'll be updating every Thursday. Maybe if the workload goes down (doubt it) I'll update another day, but for the moment it's Thursdays.
Silver Flame of the Phoenix - I honestly hate having little perfect girls all over the place. Isis is definitely far from perfect. You'll see it as I get more in depth with her character. But that's definitely part of what I love about her so much.
Andreina - I'll write to you on here, but I won't email you back and forth. Truth be told I'd probably check this more often then my email.
And that's it for this week. Until next week everyone.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rhapsody. I do not (unfortunately) own Achmed.
I also do not own Grunthor. Or Ashe. Or Tristan Steward.or any of the others who appear in the Rhapsody book series. I do, however, own Isis,
and this general plot line is mine.to a degree. The point is, please
please please don't sue me. (
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Rhapsody was sitting at a table outside of the pub where she and Achmed went to eat when she finally saw Achmed and Isis coming over. The first thing that she noticed about the two of them was that they were holding hands. She smiled to herself, though she didn't honestly have her hopes up. She knew that Achmed needed someone, but the thing was that she knew for a fact that Achmed wasn't the type of person who would get so intimate with someone on the first date. She also figured that Isis was the same way. It was funny how alike they were. Perhaps being slaves to a F'dor make people act like that, Rhapsody didn't know. She did however hide her smile when the two of them came over to the table, the horse with the stuff on it trailing behind them. She noticed that Isis had changed out of the green dress she had worn here, and instead wore green pants, a green cloak, green gloves, and black boots. Rhapsody couldn't tell what color her shirt was, as it was hidden by her cloak very well. She wisely kept silent until the two got to the table. She had to admit to herself that part of her was disappointed when the two of them let their hands drop.
"Did you finish your shopping?" Rhapsody asked with a smile. She could see Isis's return smile from under her hood.
"Yes, and thank you again for getting me all this, despite the fact that I still feel that some of it is unnecessary," Isis answered. She pulled out a chair and sat down in it. She also, as both Achmed and Rhapsody noted, didn't take off her cloak, nor did she lower her hood. Rhapsody shook her head slightly and handed over the menu to Isis. She assumed Achmed would have his usual stew.
"Hm. I think the stew here looks good," Isis said after looking over the menu. "The stew and the ale sounds very good."
"Apparently you have good taste. I'm having the same," Achmed replied offhandedly.
"Apparently I'm not the only one with good taste," countered Isis. Rhapsody shook her head with a sigh, just as the waiter came over.
"Ah, what would you all like to have?" he asked. Rhapsody has been here many times, and has frequently told the people not to refer to her by her titles. It took a while, but they eventually complied.
"I'll have some water, and the veal," Rhapsody decided. "I'd also like a bread, cheese, and fruit plate delivered before hand along with three plates."
"Excellent choice! And for you my lady?" he asked Isis.
"I'd like to have the stew with some ale if you'd please," she responded.
"And I'll have the same," Achmed quickly said. The waiter here was annoying him, and he wanted him to leave.
"Excellent!" the waiter exclaimed before leaving. He returned a minute later with the drinks and the platter before leaving again.
"I've always wondered," Isis said as she took a piece of bread and twirled it in her fingers, "what it would be like to be in a waiter's world. A place where everything is an excellent choice." Isis took a bite of the bread as Rhapsody chuckled. Achmed's smile didn't escape her notice either.
"I can't say I know what a waiter's world is like," Rhapsody replied. She picked up an apple slice and put it on her plate, along with some of the cheddar cheese. "Though now that I think about it, I don't think I want to know what a waiter's world is like."
"That's true," Isis agreed. After that little bit, the conversation turned to the weather and to the things that were bought that day. Rhapsody reported that she'd sent her letter, along with instructions for Ashe to test the bird that was newly trained to fly to Ylorc. She also said that she'd stay in Ylorc for a little longer. After that though, she would have to get back to the Lirin castle.
The trip back was equally uneventful. It wasn't really surprising to Rhapsody though, as she knew that Achmed wanted to discuss some things with Isis that she wouldn't talk about outside of Canrif, namely where she came from, and what race she was. Rhapsody had thought that she was a hybrid, and saw traces of the Ancient Seren in her, but that was all she could tell. She was patient though. Rhapsody was wise enough to know that her questions would be answered in time, and she knew that she could wait.
*~*~*~*
He looked into the room. They were still gone. The beautiful, deadly, shining diamond was gone. His master's trophy was gone too. And until that small problem could be fixed, his master would never, ever, ever calm down and stop taking his rage out on the soldiers. However, he couldn't do much about it. He knew that he needed to wait though. While the master was infuriated, the master was patient. Serena's whereabouts would be revealed to them soon. And when they were he would strike. He suspected that Serena ran to Ylorc, but he knew that Master wouldn't take that. He needed her to make a public appearance. When she did, her guard would be down.
He hoped against all hope that she went to Ylorc. If she did, he would be able to present his master with her, and the head of the king along with Master's Treasures. First he would have some fun with Serena though. He saw her once, she was beautiful. Yes, perhaps master would let him have a reward. His heart started racing just thinking about the fun he would have.
*~*~*~*
A month passed, and still no one knew much about Isis. Achmed for some reason wasn't impatient to get the information. He knew that he could only ask her about her past when he was willing to share his own with Isis. It took a lot longer then a month for him to share his inner secrets with Rhapsody, but for some reason after a mere thirty days, it felt alright to share his experiences with Isis. It was now time.
Rhapsody had left the previous night. Tristan Steward was giving her problems about a trade agreement with Ylorc. She had gone to convince him to come to Ylorc himself and meet with Achmed's representative on the matter. She had no idea who his representative was, and technically neither did Achmed. He did, however, know who he would like to have as a representative, and at this moment he was knocking on the door to her room now.
"Hang on a second," Isis called back. She was in the middle of pulling a nightgown on, and wanted to get a robe before whoever was knocking came in. After a minute she had the robe on and tied around her waist. She sat down on her stool in front of her vanity and started to re- braid her hair just as she called out again. "Come in!"
Achmed opened the door, and looked around the room. Isis, like Rhapsody, kept her room neat, though unlike Rhapsody her clothes and accessories weren't ordered by color. The doors to Isis's wardrobe hung open, and Achmed saw that the dresses were neatly hung, the clothes neatly folded, but other than the clothes being sorted by type, there wasn't much order to it. He turned to look at Isis, who was just tying off the end of her braid. He couldn't help wondering what she looked like with her hair down. Her skin glowed faintly, as it always did when it wasn't covered, and she turned to regard him.
"Hello Achmed," she said. Isis was now fully at ease with Achmed's name, and had stopped calling him Your Majesty. "What brings you to my room this night. I assume it isn't in a hope to stay in my bed?"
Achmed chuckled to himself. Her sense of humor was like his enough so he knew that she didn't really think that he had come to ask her to sleep with him. "I came," he said slowly, "to ask you some questions that I haven't asked yet, but I've wanted to know since you've gotten here."
"You want to know about me and my past," Isis said flatly.
"Yes," Achmed replied. "Will you tell me about it?" Isis regarded the cloaked man for a moment before answering.
"I will answer your questions on one condition," she said after a slight pause.
"What's that?" Achmed asked.
"I want you to put down your hood. I want to see you as you truly are, and not as the shadow that you try to be." Achmed stared at Isis for a minute. That wasn't at all what he was expecting.
"Alright," he said. He took a breath and pulled down his hood, giving Isis a view of his face. The face that many thought was hideous and couldn't be looked at. Achmed watched Isis's face for a flinch of disgust, or revulsion. Instead she smiled.
"Is something funny?" he asked.
"Yes actually. I was under the impression that you were quite ugly underneath that hood of yours," Isis replied. She motioned for Achmed to sit on her bed, and she remained seated at her vanity. "Now, I believe you had some questions for me?"
Achmed stared at her for a moment. That wasn't what he was expecting. In fact, it was far from it. "First, I want to ask you about your past, as you know. Rhapsody suspects, and I agree, that the blood of the Ancient Seren flows through your veins. Are we correct?"
"Partly," Isis said. "I'm part Seren, part human." Isis smiled. "I assume this was the easiest of the questions?"
"Yes," Achmed replied. "Where are you from?"
"I am from the Lost Island of Serendair," Isis replied. "I don't know where I was born. I never met my mother, the Seren. She died slightly after I was born. All I knew of her was the gift she had left me after I was born, a piece of the star I was born beneath." As she said this, Isis lifted the piece of it that she had around her neck up slightly before dropping it and continuing. "My father raised me until I was of marrying age. He wanted me to seek out one called Michael, the Wind of Death. I told him that he was a waste of breath, and he was dreadful. One of Michael's henchmen heard the argument, and he heard that I won. That night he came in and killed my father." Isis's eyes clouded for a moment, and she couldn't help pausing for a moment before continuing. "After he died, I ran away to escape the henchman. Eventually, after a week or so out of town, I killed him. I pushed him off a cliff. I managed to get from Trong, where we lived, almost all the way to Easton. That's when I was caught." The cloudiness in Isis's eyes faded away, and was replaced with a sharper look. "I was weak. That was when the F'dor found me. It had recently broken out of it's prison, and was looking for someone to tend to it's trophy. See, despite the little pieces that the diamond was in, the F'dor was terrified of it. It wanted to be able to look at it and gloat, but it wouldn't do anything to touch them. And it loved the shine of the light through a diamond. It also had the larger diamond that a disciple had brought to it. That diamond was powerful enough to hold starlight, hence making it so the F'dor wouldn't touch it. Therefore the F'dor wanted to get someone else to touch it instead. He found that someone crawling on the ground searching for a necklace. Unfortunately for me, the F'dor found it first. Sure, it tried to make me its thrall, and even its host, but it couldn't. I was too strong. It figured out, however, that I was attached to my star, and I couldn't go without it. So he held it, allowing me near it once per day. And I was forced to tend the bastard's diamonds." Isis fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes at the memories of playing cleaning girl to the demon, but before one could fall she quickly shook her head and banished the excess liquid. By the time she was done with this story, short as it might have seemed, the candles that she used to light up the room were almost out. There was still enough light in the room to see though, thanks to her skin.
"I see." was all Achmed could think of to say. "Might I inquire as to how you've escaped?"
"Might I save that for another night?" Isis replied, pointing at the nearest candle.
"I think that might be best," Achmed agreed.
"Perhaps one night you can tell me how a F'dor ever got a hold of you," Isis said after a moment's pause.
"That too, is a story for another night," Achmed replied after a moment of being silent.
"Understood. So what did you come to my room for, other than to ask me about my past?" Isis asked.
"Consider it a final test of my trust," Achmed replied. "See, you've been here for a month now."
"And you need me to do something to pull my weight around here?" Isis smirked.
"Well.see, an overly pompous baboon named Tristan Steward should be coming to Ylorc soon to negotiate a trade agreement. I hate arguing over trading agreements with him. To me he is nothing but a walking, talking headache. However, at times the idiot will begin thinking with the head between his legs, if you catch my meaning around beautiful women. He used to start wars over it, but now he has settled into merely agreeing with whatever they say. I was wondering if you would like to act as Ylorc's representative in this matter, as well as others."
"You want me to be your diplomat?" asked Isis with a raised eyebrow. The compliment on her looks that he threw in there didn't escape her. She just didn't know if it was intentional.
"Basically."
"Well it is about time that I did do my share of the work here," she said after a moment's thought. "I'll agree to act as your representative."
"Good." Achmed rose and pulled up his hood. "I should be leaving now. I'll see you in the morning at breakfast."
"Until then." With that said from Isis, Achmed turned and walked out of her room. He went back to his. He had to make a visit to the Sleeping Child.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And now ends Chapter three. It didn't quite finish the first half of the sixth page, but I don't want to use all of my ideas now and not have anything left for later. Now on to answering my reviews. (I love this part.)
First a note to everyone: I'm going to put the Author's Notes in as the first chapter. If there's one thing I hate, it's reading a story and being interrupted by an Author's Note.
Quinda - I assure you, Rhapsody was going to get her the practical clothes. She just got interrupted, that's all. I'm 18 years old (Yeah, a bit old to be writing stories on Fanfiction.net, I know, but I couldn't help myself.) and I'm just starting up college. As for your question about the F'dor, I hope I cleared that up in this chapter. And again, I love long reviews.
ElveNdestiNy - I didn't like the fact that Rhapsody didn't have nearly as many fan fictions. People who haven't read this series don't know what they're missing.
Stars - I agree, I've always found Ashe to complain way too much for my liking. Alas, Elizabeth Haydon wanted him to be with Rhapsody. Pity.
Apricot Jones - I'm glad you like the story, and I feel bad that you feel cheated. ( But now that I've got everything worked out, I'll be updating every Thursday. Maybe if the workload goes down (doubt it) I'll update another day, but for the moment it's Thursdays.
Silver Flame of the Phoenix - I honestly hate having little perfect girls all over the place. Isis is definitely far from perfect. You'll see it as I get more in depth with her character. But that's definitely part of what I love about her so much.
Andreina - I'll write to you on here, but I won't email you back and forth. Truth be told I'd probably check this more often then my email.
And that's it for this week. Until next week everyone.