Lost Squirrel: Well, since a horrible injury has left me house ridden, I think I will try to update my story.

Dragonfly: It's your own damn fault though.

Lost Squirrel: Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about how it happened. You have done nothing but tease me about it!

Dragonfly: You deserve it. You should have known not to jump from a 5 foot ledge. The only thing below you was cement!

Lost Squirrel: Shut up, its enough that I have to have crutches, now I have to here about that from you over and over.

Dragonfly: At least the fall has lightened your mood. Let's have some fun in this chapter!

Lost Squirrel: Maybe, I don't control what comes out of my fingers.

Enjoy!


Dreams

"Be true to your work, your word, and your friend," Rae looked at the sentence in her head, it was such a simple quote. The meaning had nothing really hidden in it. All it asked for was the reader to put themselves wholly into their life. This was the weirdest note Aiko had left so far, it almost sounded like she wasn't even the one writing it. I hand writing had been very strange and oddly scratched. That was almost expected to come from writing when you are in pain. Who would even write with their own blood? Aiko, would I suppose. I hope she is alright after that note. I just wonder what she was doing with the book.

"Though the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple." The quote was right. Aiko thought she knew the truth. She only knew half of it. Rae tossed to the right side of her bed. Kurama had left after reading the note a second time, to investigate something. Rae didn't like the look he had. To her, that was the façade of a hunter before they capture their prey, not a very good sign for Aiko. Kurama had been gone ever since that evening. It was now 11:30 pm. The moon Rae could see outside her window reminded her of the last part of the note.

"It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools, so in accordance I will finish this game with you. You will leave when the full moon's light reflects twice upon your face." Rae loved the moon, it was her ruling 'planet', but to be referred to here, it could only mean that it would be almost a month and ½ before she would return home. Will Aiko return home with me? Was the greatest feat she had mentioned being able to do all this to her friends? Rae turned over again; all this thinking was getting her only more questions. She closed her eyes and with the weight of the entire day on her mind, drifted into a fitful sleep.


Rae awoke in a large field of flowers. "How cheesy," She muttered. The flowers were all ones she had found the most beautiful, but all of them had such a strange tint of black to them. She picked up a tiny pink chrysanthemum "Why are you turning black?" She found herself feeling a bit strange talking to a flower, but she did get an answer.

"It's because it isn't getting enough attention from you. Though these flowers are lovely." The girl that spoke to her had a light green dress and had long brown hair. She giggled and handed Rae a yellow hyacinth.

This started Rae a little. "How old are you?"

"Does that really matter? I could be 5 and I could be 500? Would you know if I was telling the truth?"
"Well, you look younger than 500, so I think I'll stick with the notion that your around 6, ok?" Rae held the yellow hyacinth in front of her. "So, why these flowers?"

"You have some much growing here and then you neglect it all for these flowers, that's why." The little girl huffed and turned away. "And these were my favorites too."

"What? I did? How could I have grown all this? This isn't right. What are you doing here if I grew it and how am I neglecting it?" Rae defensively stated.

"You don't know where you are? No wonder you are so confused!" The little girl sat in a pile of already dead flowers, "I am Tanya, Keeper of the garden. These flowers here are pieces of you. Well, your emotions. The yellow hyacinth is the flower of your sadness and hatred. The pink ones over there are of your many relationships with friends. They are all connected to you. The one you picked. The one most blackened by the latest neglect is Aiko's flower."

Rae looked into her hand the pink flower's petals had started to fall off and was getting to the point of no return. "How can I help this flower?"

Tanya looked at it and tossed it aside. "You might as well stop with that one, it's impossible to help it. These other ones though-"

"No, I will not just give up on this one. It is my best friend's flower! How could I just give it up?" Rae fetched the flower from the ground and reattached the flower to its stem.

"Well, I guess there is someone out there like her." Tanya giggled again.

"Like who?" Rae asked.

"Like your old nursery rhyme;

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But she with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but she would be one
Who wouldn't say so till she'd tried.
So she buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On her face. If she worried she hid it.
She started to sing as she tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and she did it.

"I hope your pink flower grows well, Rae." Tanya waved her hand. "Goodbye!"


Then Rae woke up with a start. Looking down to the garden through the guest room window she saw a single pink flower. "Aiko, don't worry, I'm going to find you soon."
Across the room in that very same house though there was another who was having a troublesome dream. John was lost to the sinking feeling that he encountered that evening on the beach. The note only started his strange anxieties. The dream only added to this…
The house looked familiar. He had wondered where he had recognized it from. Then it hit him, this was Aiko's house. He walked up to the entrance with a nervous first step. The house seemed to grow much larger in the 5 feet it took to reach the door. This didn't deter him from what he had to do, so with a swift two knocks he announced his presence.

The noise seemed to echo within the dwelling. Then a soft patter of feet could be heard coming from behind the door. The large oak door swung open quite quickly to reveal Aiko in her usual attire. She looked as though interrupted, but smiled pleasantly at John.

"Yes?" Aiko softly question. "Why are you here?"

"You need to come back with me. Rae is waiting for you." John reached out for Aiko's hand. "Please, Aiko we need you hurry and leave this place." The hand John had grabbed burst into pieces.

"I'm sorry, but as you can see, I can't come back." Aiko held up the shattered arm and watched it crack. "I am no longer the same person you've known for 3 years."

"But Aiko, what you heard… It wasn't really what she…" But before John could finish the crack in Aiko's arm extended to her entire body. The cracks began to glow and she shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"I'm sorry, John." Aiko spoke from the nothingness.


John woke and crossed the hall to Rae. When he entered, he found her at the window sill, looking down on the garden.

"Worried about Aiko?" John tilted his head to her shoulder.

"No, we will find her." Rae looked at John and kissed his forehead.

"It can't be done, she's too lost." John leaned further down on the sill.

"Never say something can't be done until you've tried your hardest." Rae giggled at the strange thought as Tanya crept into her head. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?"


Lost Squirrel: Ok, this is so hard to do! I really want to put humor in this, but the thing is that I can only write what comes out of my fingers! Its turning romantic (gag) on me!

Dragonfly: Maybe that's why this writing stinks!

Lost Squirrel: Yeah, maybe.

Dragonfly: Well, as any writer says after a fan reads the work.

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