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To Change
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Avylonn stared glumly out the tavern window. It was raining. She was leaving bright (or not so bright, given the weather) and early the next morning. And Saniiro had had to run off for a moment. He would be back, but… Life wasn't fair.
She still hadn't decided whether or not to tell Saniiro about Garland and her past. She probably should, but… People seemed to think she had forgotten. Maybe she should just forget. It wouldn't hurt anybody for her to forget…
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Garland smiled. It was too easy. The Third Angel was falling into a trap, and she wouldn't know until it was far too late. Kuja wouldn't know until the Third Angel had been taken from him. It was perfect.
Then Garland only had a few other minor things to keep him occupied. Disposing of anyone who would get in the way of him plans, breaking the Third Angel, making her forget what had happened… It ought to be… fun.
"Master!" Garland stared at the overambitious moron. The idiot shifted nervously.
"What are you doing here? I told you to go! We want everything to be perfect! The Third Angel must not suspect!"
"Yes, Master. But I thought you should know…" Garland's glare slowly turned into a smile.
"Wonderful. See to it!"
"Yes, Master."
It was perfect. The pieces were all falling into play. Soon, the Third Angel would be returned…
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"There you are!" Saniiro kissed Avylonn, then sat down opposite her at the table. "I was wondering whether you'd gotten lost," she said plaintively.
"Me? Lost?" he asked, smiling. "You must be joking!" Then he frowned a little.
"What is it?" Avylonn asked.
"Avylonn, I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"It's… I've seen your father before, Avylonn. I'm sorry, but I really don't like him. He killed my parents."
Avylonn's jaw dropped. Her father had…? She knew what he'd done, of course, but before he'd just killed 'people', not anyone she had a connection with…
"Oh my gosh… Saniiro, I don't know what to say…"
"Then don't say anything. I just thought you should know."
"Yes…" Should she tell him? He'd told her… "Saniiro, I, too, have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
Avylonn slowly told him about herself, of growing up on Kola Tetla. She told him everything, not sparing the details. She told him more than she'd told her parents. He listened intently, not saying anything. When she was finished, he sat back in his chair, looking astonished.
"Wow… Uh… I don't… My gosh… Wow." He looked at her curiously. "That explains a lot." Seeing her questioning look, he added, "I was wondering how Kuja could have a sixteen-year-old daughter."
A scream tore through the air. Saniiro jumped to his feet. "Sorry, but I have to go. I'll be right back, I promise…" He then dashed out the door.
Avylonn sighed. It was getting late. She didn't like to think about saying goodbye to him… Then she had an idea. Pulling a piece of paper and pencil out of her boot (she had no pockets), she quickly wrote a short goodbye letter, and left it on the table. Then, with one last glance at it, she left for the palace.
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Saniiro looked around, curious. Where had Avylonn gone? There was nothing at her table but a scrap of paper. He wandered over, and looked at it.
The words made him feel light-headed.
She was gone.
Edonil: Sorry, for the shortness, but I'm gonna go work on another chapter right now! The chapter just wanted to end here… The letter said something along the lines of 'I love you. Goodbye.' I didn't write it out because I didn't think it would sound right… I've never had a date in my life, so I'm not too sure how these things work… Anyway, enough maundering. R&R!