Hope
Chapter 10: Dinner Party
Although I had not slept very long last night, there was no time to be tired. Ivan and I had to prepare for our 'dinner party' with Alex and the King. Besides making the food, we needed to plan on how to approach the King about Alex's scheme. It was difficult, and neither of us really had a plan. We just prayed that things would work out.
I also hoped that Garet would tell everything that he had learned last night. It would definitely help the King believe us if he heard from two different sources. If Mia had the courage to testify too, surely Hammet would believe us.
Ivan and I were using the palace's kitchen. At the moment, none of the workers were allowed to use it. Garet had advised that no one should use the food in the pantries, until the poison's location was found. He had also given everyone a 'few days off' until the culprit of the assassination plot was found. Evidently Garet had yet to file the report, for no one was using the kitchen besides my husband and me.
Ivan had bought some supplies, and I was concentrating on making something the Slates called miruku kaijuu. It was their dragon language for… something. Whatever recipe I was following, it looked like chicken in a cream sauce. Although, I seriously doubted that the meat I was using was actually chicken. Whenever I called it that, Ivan sort of laughed. It made me nervous.
"Uh-oh," Ivan murmered.
I turned from the miruku kaijuu that I had been fixing. "What's wrong?" I asked, hoping he hadn't burnt something.
"I forgot to buy something," he grinned sheepishly at me.
"Oh yea? What's that?"
"Um…" Ivan hesitated. "I forget what it's called in this language. Maybe it was… N-A-C-L?"
"N-A-C-L?" I repeated. "Nacl," I tried putting the letters together in a word. It still didn't sound right. "Na-cl," I accented the word differently. "Hm... doesn't sound like any word I know."
"I need to stay here to make this," Ivan gestured to the food. "And it's not exactly something I can just teach you to do... Are you sure you don't know what N-A-C-L is?"
I thought about it once again. "Perhaps... Oh! NaCl! You mean salt?"
"Salt!" Ivan lit up. "Yes, that was it. So you do know what I'm talking about."
"Yea," I grinned. "You want me to get salt? Fine. Where should I go?"
Ivan gave me some directions to a grocery store. It wasn't very far; actually, it was right next to Mia's bakery. I figured that it would only take thirty minutes to get the necessary supply. Hopefully Ivan didn't need the salt right away.
I walked down the palace's tiled floor. If Isaac wasn't in the dungeon, where had he been? Uh-oh. When the King and Alex came to dinner, I wouldn't be able to exactly sneak out into the courtyard. Then again, maybe the sun would set after they left. If that was the case, I could check the garden. Yes, then I'd be able to finally see Isaac…
"How have you been?" Alex's voice interrupted my musings. I froze, and glanced around warily. Alex was definitely not a Slate I wanted to talk to. However, he was nowhere in my sight. Was he hiding?
"That's not why you're here," a second person snapped. I recognized that it was Garet, but he was nowhere to be seen, either.
A corner was near me, so I cautiously peeked over to the other side. Sure enough, Alex and Garet where there. Neither had caught my spying yet, so I quickly ducked back under the cover of the wall. What were those two doing?
"You're absolutely right," Alex replied. I could just imagine his fake smile plastered on his face. "Perhaps we should carry the conversation in there."
Alex opened the door, and I heard a few footsteps move farther away. When the door was closed, I peeked around the corner again. No one was there. Out of pure curiosity, I quietly padded to where Garet and Alex had been standing. Nothing.
I glanced to my left, and found a door. Immediately I assumed that Garet and Alex were in there. I pressed my ear against the door. Yes, I was nosy. But I had a good reason to be so. Anyone speaking with Alex could not mean good news. Whenever that pretty boy showed up, it always meant trouble.
"You know, I think Princess Jenna is really warming up to me. She even invited me to dinner tonight. Just the King and me. It's such a shame. If only more humans were like her."
"Stop talking about random nonsense," Garet growled. "Get to the point already."
"Fine," Alex paused. "So…" He stopped again. "You know about Mia."
"Yea," Garet replied warily.
"You have yet to file a report."
"I'm getting there. I requested an audience with the King. I'll talk to him tomorrow," Garet's voice was low, but somewhat controlled. It still sounded like he wanted to kill Alex, though.
"Mm. What exactly are you planning to tell him?" Alex sounded so casual. Like he didn't care one way or the other.
"Exactly what happened," Garet said firmly. There was another long lapse of silence. For a second I grew worried that either of the two would open the door and find me.
"If you testify against Mia," Alex began slowly. "If you say that she was the one responsible for the poisoning, I myself will denounce it. I don't believe she was the one responsible for the incident."
"I'm not going to testify against Mia. Alex, I'm gonna testify against you. You're the one who threatened her to do it. Mia did everything against her own will."
I held my breath, awaiting Alex's response. It seemed so strange… Did Alex actually care for Mia? Or was Alex just trying to save his own head? It seemed so unlike him.
"Oh. Is that so," Alex's normal tone had gone unusually flat.
"Yea. I know everything, Alex. Even your plan with Hamma… Hey!" Something made of glass fell on the floor, and it shattered. "Geez, holy cow. Watch it. Just to let you know, I'm not the only one who knows. So if you think that by killing me off is gonna solve your problem, forget it."
"Mia told you all this of her own free will?" For a second Alex's voice wavered. He had never shown any weakness, but now, it was clear that he was definitely becoming emotional.
"I guess… not really. She kind of fainted after I found out…" Garet was beginning to have second thoughts. It was evident that he had not been expecting such a response from Alex.
"Why you…" Alex sputtered. "You mean to tell me that you… you… hurt her without proof that she was involved?"
Garet really had phrased his reply awfully. If Alex did like Mia, no wonder why he was so upset.
A sudden moisture touched my feet. I lifted my ear from the door and looked down. Blue water was beginning to slowly ooze out of the door.
"Hey man!" Garet cried out, definitely alarmed. "Don't wet your pants, ok?"
Mentally I screamed at Garet. If he were to just explain to Alex that Mia hadn't been tortured, he wouldn't be so upset.
I began to move a safe distance away from the door, as more water was coming out. My shoes were already damp, and I didn't want them to get soaked before dinner.
"Don't think you can just get away with this," Alex became louder, and I could clearly hear him. "I will inform the King of your treachery. I'll get King Hammet to make your race's death sentence even sooner. By tomorrow morning all humans will perish!"
The door slammed open, and Alex stormed out. He was so absorbed in himself that he did not notice me.
Meanwhile, I was feeling very sick. Hadn't Alex just pushed our death sentence forward? Forget about salt. I needed to tell Ivan what happened!
I quite literally ran back to the kitchen. If Alex spoke to the King… Oh! I shuddered to think what might happen. We were already on a tight time schedule as it was.
"I-vaaan!" I called out, bursting into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" The young Slate turned to face me. He seemed deeply troubled over my own anxiety.
"I… I was going to buy salt, but then I overheard this conversation between Alex and Garet…" I explained everything that had happened a few minutes ago. When I was finished, I looked at Ivan hopefully. "What… what do you think we should do? If Alex talks to the King now…" I trailed off.
Ivan closed his eyes. When he opened them, he smiled slightly, as if to reassure me that things would be ok. "Alex can't talk to Master Hammet right now."
"Huh? Why not? How can we be sure?"
"Master Hammet isn't here right now," Ivan explained. Immediately I recalled what the Slate guard had said last night. "He's only coming back tonight… for supper. So that means the only time Alex can speak to the King about killing humans would be…"
"At our dinner party," I whispered, finishing for my husband. "Oh my goodness." I stared into Ivan's eyes.
"We'll have to talk to the King about Alex's treason immediately. Otherwise, Alex might get to him first."
I blinked and shook my head. It sounded like it would be one crazy dinner party. I still could barely believe what I had just heard.
"Now… about that salt…"
Ivan and I were using an old banquet hall. The table was huge, but there was really no other place to hold a dinner party. Besides, this way, we had enough room for all the food we had prepared.
"I'm not sure how seating works on your planet, but perhaps I should tell you how things work around here," Ivan said, gesturing to the long table. "Everyone's seated according to their rank, so to speak. So, Master Hammet will be at the head of the table." Ivan walked behind the table's front, letting his hands touch the back of chair. "This one," he explained. "Then, the King's most trusted servant sits on the King's first right." Ivan tapped the chair he was talking about. "Sadly, that's Alex. He'll be sitting right there." Ivan walked to the left side of the table. "I'll be sitting here, across from Alex." He grinned ruefully at me. "And you'll be beside Alex."
"Whaaat?" I shook my head. No way! I didn't want to be anywhere near Alex the pervert. "Why can't I sit next to you?"
"Sorry…" Ivan was still smiling sadly. "It's the way things work around here. At least, with formal things like this."
"Dinner is considered formal here?" I asked incredulously.
"No, but dinner with a King is."
"I thought you were his son."
"Sort of… Adopted son."
"You're adopted?" My jaw dropped. "How the heck does that work? Man, you're right. Things sure are different here."
Ivan laughed. "Maybe… I'm used to all these things, but I can tell they really surprise you."
"Well duh." I rolled my eyes. "I'm an alien from another planet. Of course this is all weird for me."
"Hm… sounds sort of scary when you put it that way."
"Well, anyway," I decided to change the subject. "Is there anything else that needs to be done before they get here?"
"No, I think we're all set. They should be here any moment."
"Hello there!" Hammet hailed us. Ivan and I had evidently not noticed that Hammet had entered through the door.
"Speak of the devil…" Ivan muttered, so that only I could hear. Quickly, Ivan kneeled to the floor. I tried to mimic his action as fast as I could, but I was slightly clumsier than what he was. "Greetings, Master Hammet," Ivan spoke respectfully.
"Rise, the both of you," Hammet smiled. "Ivan, you are my son. When we are in the presence of just a few close friends, or your wife, please just call me 'Father.'"
"As you say…" Ivan rose, and I followed him. Hammet looked slightly pained that Ivan was still acting formal.
"King Hammet," I gestured to the head of the table's chair. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Hammet took the seat, and nodded his head. "Yes, thank you. It is nice to get talk to both of you on friendlier terms. I am truly sorry about your wedding reception. I never would have dreamed that someone would try to poison the food; we had some of our most trusted people prepare the meal."
"Yes, it does seem awfully strange," I agreed, sitting down where Ivan had asked me to. "I'm sure that Garet will be able to uncover everything," I hinted. Hopefully Garet's tale would be more plausible after Ivan and I explained what Alex was planning.
"Indeed!" Hammet agreed. "He actually requested an audience. Said he found out what happened. Soon all the details will be known. As a matter of fact… I never did thank Garet properly for saving my life. He was the one who originally uncovered the assassination plot, you see. What do you suppose a suitable reward would be? It should be something grand… I'm terrible when it comes to creativity."
"Hm…" I thought about it. "I'm unused to the different customs here," I admitted. "I'm not really sure what would be considered proper."
"I'm not really sure, either," Ivan said. He sat down beside the King. "Perhaps you could let him choose? You tell him that you would give one thing that he desired. At least then for sure he'd enjoy the gift. Although I'm sure whatever you decide he'll like it," Ivan hastily added. Of course! Why hadn't I thought of that? If Garet could ask for one thing, it would be to save us humans.
"Maybe…" Hammet still sounded unsure.
At that moment, the banquet's hall doors opened. They banged shut, and in strode Alex. He was making a scene, as usual. "My apologies for being late," Alex declared, as if any of us cared. "I had some business that took longer than expected."
"Hello, Alex," Ivan stated flatly. His eyes did not move from the blue-haired Slate. "What business might have kept you?"
Alex shot Ivan a death glare, which was not visible to the King. "Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that a certain group of people are defiant. They are unwilling to submit to the laws the King has made. In fact, I actually have a request to the King, concerning them." Alex seated himself. He nodded his head to the King, before flashing an insincere smile to me.
My heart began to beat faster. Was Alex… talking about humans? He must have been. We were the only ones who had ticked him off so far.
"A request?" Hammet repeated. Oh no. I prayed that he wouldn't ask Alex what he wanted. "How about you ask me after dinner?"
I mentally sighed in relief. At least this would give Ivan and me some time. We began our meal, and for a while some time passed with us just making small talk.
"Oh, Alex," Hammet looked to his right-hand man. "I nearly forgot. We were discussing about giving a reward to a very important person."
"A very important person?" Alex glanced up from his meal.
"Yes," Hammet nodded his head. "He's helped me very much. I suppose you could call him a right-hand man. I wanted to give him something to express my gratitude. However, I just can't think of something suitable. What do you propose?"
"King Hammet," Alex grinned. For some reason I got the sense that he was actually being sincere. "You have a man you wish to honor? Perhaps I can suggest a few things. For the man you wish to honor, drape him in purple robes."
'What?' I mouthed to Ivan.
My husband leaned across the table. "Only royalty can wear purple robes," Ivan whispered.
I didn't understand why only royalty could wear purple clothes, but I just nodded my head. It suddenly occurred to me that both Ivan and Hammet always wore purple.
"Then have a parade, with him on a float, and let the parade go through the streets of Yalak. Let a nobleman proclaim, 'this is what the King does to repay those who honor him.'"
I blinked. Had Alex been thinking about that, or something? It seemed pretty elaborate.
"My word!" King Hammet exclaimed. "That's a wonderful idea! All those things you talked about… Why don't you prepare them yourself? Do everything you said to the guard Garet. Don't leave anything you mentioned out!"
Alex went visibly pale. "Wh-what? To Garet, you say?"
"Yes!" The King grinned. Man, he was just so oblivious. "And you can be that nobleman that proclaims those words. Ok?"
"Ah… um… Well, I…" Alex began to sputter incoherently.
"Now then, what was that request you wanted to make, Alex?"
"Um…" Alex visibly wilted. "Never mind. It's not that important. I'll take care of it myself."
"Alex can be so creative," Hammet beamed at Ivan and me.
Alex looked as though he was going to hurl. Ivan and I exchanged glances.
"He is so trustworthy and dependable," Hammet chuckled. "Why, even with small things such as that, he is wonderfully helpful. I can't think of a better person to be vizier."
Now Ivan and I began to wilt too. "You… don't say?" I managed to find my voice.
"Indeed!" Hammet rose from his seat. "Thank you so much for dinner. It was wonderful. Especially your miruku kaijuu, Jenna." The King began to walk away. "Yes, we should do this again sometime…"
"Father!" Ivan called out. Hammet stopped, and turned back to his son. The King was so happy; I could see it even from a distance. Whenever Ivan called him father, Hammet just lit up. "Father," Ivan repeated. "Please, would you and Alex like to come tomorrow, also?"
"Yes, we'd love to have you again," I quickly agreed.
"Hm…" Hammet hesitated. "Well, if that is what you would like. I did enjoy our meal. How about you, Alex?"
"Sure," Alex sounded miserable. He removed himself from his chair and began to walk away.
When the two were gone, Ivan turned to me. A smile played against his face. "You know," he began, taking a few of the dirty dishes from the table. "Alex thought that Hammet was going to give him everything he suggested."
"Alex?" I blinked at Ivan. I shook my head disbelievingly, and began to help Ivan. "How would you know that?"
"Because I can read people's minds," Ivan explained calmly. I almost dropped the dish I was holding.
"Y-you can?" I could barely believe what I was hearing.
"Yes…"
When he didn't say anything more, I went back to gathering the plates. We brought them to the sink. I washed them, while Ivan dried the ones I handed him.
My mind was partly on what Ivan had just said, while the other was still focused on the previous dinner with Hammet and Alex. We hadn't been able to speak with Hammet about Alex. Then again, neither had Alex succeeded in killing all the humans. If we didn't come out and tell Hammet tomorrow night, then all humans would die regardless. I just hoped a better opportunity would present itself.
The sun began to shine through a window. I winced. The sun was just beginning to set now, but I couldn't just ditch Ivan and leave all the work to him. Isaac would have to wait another day… Although I truly did miss him. If I could just see him one more time… Maybe he could help me, and tell me what to say to the King. I wanted to tell Isaac about Garet, Mia, Ivan, and Alex. I wanted to let Isaac know about everything that had happened.
"And I know about Isaac," Ivan interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him wide-eyed, but he was staring at the dish he was drying. How much did Ivan know? Everything? Ivan stopped moving the towel across the dish. He bowed his head slightly. "You should go to him, Jenna. You should go before you miss your chance."
I stared at Ivan. "What…" I began, but stopped myself. I shook my head slowly. "Ivan…" I hesitated. I wanted to go to Isaac; I really did. But I didn't want to just leave Ivan, either.
"Jenna, what are you waiting for? You should hurry."
I wrapped my soapy, waterlogged hands across his neck from behind him. "Ivan, thank you. I'm sorry. But still… thank you." Before I had time to think, I kissed Ivan lightly on the head. Then I ran out of the kitchen, and to the courtyard.
The sun was setting, but Isaac was not there. I waited for him, until there was no more sunlight left. Isaac never came. Dejectedly, I turned from the ledge overhanging the courtyard. No Isaac… Where was he?
It was the same place, same time, and next evening. Ivan and I were eating with Hammet. Alex had not yet arrived, probably a result to the parade for Garet. My heart would not stop beating quickly. Ivan and I had to confront the King of Alex's treachery, and it had to be tonight. The small talk around the table was absent, unlike the previous evening. Ivan and I were nervous, but the King was spacing out.
Suddenly the door swung open. Alex slouched in the doorway. His eyes held embarrassment mixed with anger. He closed the door behind him slowly, before slinking to the empty seat reserved for him at our table.
"Sorry for being late," Alex mumbled. This time, he actually sounded disappointed.
"Ah, Alex!" Hammet beamed. "Were all of my orders carried out? The ones about Garet?"
"Every last one, milord," Alex gritted from between his teeth. The King obviously did not notice Alex's discontent. Our meal continued in silence for some time, until we were nearing the end. (However, Alex was only halfway through with his dinner.)
"This was yet another marvelous meal," Hammet remarked. His voice cut through the silence, and involuntarily I jumped in my seat.
"I am glad it is to your liking, King Hammet," I forced myself to respond. It had to be now or never; the King was going to leave soon. "King Hammet," I hesitated slightly, before continuing. "It has been an honor to have you with us. I must admit, though, that there is another reason why we wanted you to come here." I fidgeted with the napkin in my lap. Part of me felt like I was going to have a nuclear meltdown.
"We have a request," Ivan stated simply, looking straight at his father.
Both Alex and Hammet immediately became interested in the conversation.
"What would you like?" Hammet changed his gaze from Ivan, to me, then back to Ivan again. "Even if it is half the kingdom, I will give it to you."
A spark of confidence began to grow within me. Perhaps Hammet would listen to us, after all. "There is a pressing matter at hand, and I fear my lord has not even heard of it. A new decree has recently come forth, and tomorrow this law will be enforced."
Immediately Alex's gaze hardened. He was still sitting next to me. His eyes seemed to pierce my very soul, and I was certain that he was neither human nor Slate. It was as if he was a demon, and his entire body exuded evil that had been coated in sugar. His will stopped my own, and I found that I had lost my voice.
Immediately sensing my panic, Ivan picked up for me again. "A law has been issued that has sentenced an entire race."
The few seconds it took Ivan to speak, gave me the courage to recover myself. Anger suddenly sprouted in my heart. Why was Alex scaring me? There was nothing he could do or say that I would fear! "Tomorrow," I continued. "All humans are to be killed." I forced myself to ignore Alex and stared at Hammet. Dear God, place help us, I prayed.
"King Hammet, I am also human. Most of us are merely slaves, although some of us are free. If we had been merely been sold as male and female slaves, I would have kept quiet, because no such distress would justify disturbing the King. My race has been sold for destruction and slaughter. Tomorrow, all humans are to be killed."
"I completely support Jenna," Ivan nodded his head. "If she and her people are to be killed, then I will die with her, even though I am not human."
Hammet's face darkened. For a second I feared his anger was placed at us. When he spoke, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief flood through my body. "I do not remember agreeing to any such rule. Who is the one who is responsible for this incident?"
"Alex," Ivan and I replied simultaneously.
"Father, Alex has been manipulating you. He was the one who originally planned the assassination plot. Alex was and is planning on taking the throne. Garet was supposed to file a report about it… Have you not heard? Where is the paperwork? I know you haven't spoken to him yet."
"I do not know why, but Alex bears a grudge against humans. Please, King Hammet," I begged him. "Do not allow him to continue with this."
Alex was completely flustered. He glared at me, then Ivan, then back to me again. "They're lying!" He shouted. The seat clanged to the floor as he jumped to his feet. "This isn't true!"
Hammet rose slowly from the chair. "Alex," he snarled. The kind-hearted king was actually angry. "What a fool I was…"
"My lord!" Alex's voice rose unnaturally high. "Surely you trust your grand vizier? I am your councilor! These people are lying!"
"My son and his wife? Never," Hammet shook head. "They have nothing to gain by telling me this. If I had chosen to believe you, I'm certain you would have found some way to kill them." Hammet began to storm out of the room. He headed straight to the door.
"Father!" Ivan called out, and ran after him. The two were gone from sight in a matter of seconds. That just left…
…me with Alex.
I stood slowly, hoping to escape his notice. Beginning to back away, my leg accidentally hit the chair's leg. The sound it made wasn't very loud, but it snapped Alex out of his trance. He stared right at me. I glared right back, though I was afraid.
His eyes suddenly softened. "I'm going to die," he said simply, as if it were common knowledge.
It was not the answer I had been expecting. I thought he would be angry, or sad. I had thought he would take it out on me. "Huh?"
Alex took a few steps closer to me. Every step he took forward, I took two backwards. Eventually I ended up against the wall, with him right beside me.
"Stay back," I commanded, although my voice lacked confidence. Alex pressed his body up against mine. "N-" His left hand suddenly clasped my mouth.
"I love you," Alex murmured, his hand released my mouth as he came to kiss me once again.
"Mmmph!" I growled, wriggling wildly. This was so not the way I imagined that I would first hear those words directed at me.
I guess I had always thought Isaac would say something like that. Or Ivan…
The sound of the door opening caught my attention, but Alex failed to miss it. "What's this?" A familiar voice cried out. Hammet was back. With him were two guards, and Ivan. "Will Alex even molest the princess when she is with me in the house?"
"Get him away from her!" Ivan demanded. He, along with the two guards, rushed towards us and pulled Alex away.
The two guards began to drag Alex, although he did not resist. He smiled at me. 'I love you,' he mouthed.
Then, Alex was gone. He was gone from our sight.
"Jenna!" Ivan took a hold of my hands. "Are you… ok? He didn't do anything, did he?"
"I'm fine," I shook my head, still dazed at what Alex had done.
"Jenna," Hammet took a few steps forward. "I'm so sorry for everything Alex has made your race endure. He was originally the one who had convinced me to wage war on Weyard. It is not much, but as retribution, I shall make it so that all humans are free. They will be free to travel between here and Weyard, and no one can call them slaves."
"Thank you," I smiled, and blinked back tears.
The sun fell on my back from a window. It was setting.
"Go," Ivan commanded me, and smiled sadly. "He did not come yesterday, but perhaps he will be there today."
A few tears began to trickle down my face. Still half alive, I smiled, then ran out of the room. Isaac…
Once again the courtyard stood below me. I began to cry, full-fledged, as the last hour's previous events sunk in. So many things had happened, and I knew not what to do with them. Isaac… I wanted to tell him everything.
But Isaac was not there.
As the sun's rays disappeared, I turned back into the palace. If Isaac would not listen to my words, then I would tell Ivan. It would not be the same, but it would be something.
What would Isaac do when he found out that all humans were free…?
A/N: ((sob))
Isaac: Since Meneil is so depressed I will be doing the A/N again. She failed to finish this fic before she started school.
((sniffle)) No! That's not it, moron. Although I'm sad about that, too. Why didn't you go see Jenna? She's been waiting for you for like, forever.
Isaac: Um, because I'm here with you? You're the one writing the story.
And why'd you kill Shadell!
Isaac: O.o I did what now? Who'd I kill?
Shade! Now May is traveling with a murderer 'cause she's got amnesia! You meanie…
Isaac: I don't remember ever killing a person named Shade… Wait a sec. Was this Golden Sun?
Erm, no. It was a rp. What's that got to do with anything?
Isaac: … Well. Anyway. The Epilogue is next, which explains what happened to the characters and stuff. Stay tuned! And review.
Btw, some of you like Favri and Sol actually thought Ivan was evil. HA! Ivan is not evil. He is the awesomest and cooliest character ever.
Isaac: Ignoring the fact that you just made up words, I feel hurt. Do you hate me or something?
Yes. Yes, I do. I admitted that in Shadowed. My goal in fan fic is to make other readers hate you.
Isaac: O.o What on Weyard did I do to deserve that?
Erm. Anyway. That's all for now. School is killing me. Yea. But I'll try to update soon. Epilogue shouldn't take too long.
Acknowledgments: Golden Sun is owned by Nintendo and Camelot. Slates are owned by Razorsoft and Sega. And… um… God owns Esther. If you are interested in reading the story, try the Bible. Seriously. This story has a lot of quotes and ideas from it.
Chapter 9 Reviewer Acknowledgments:
Xanda: lol yup! Although Alex saying 'I love you' to Jenna might have been a little ooc. I don't know what possessed me to write that…
SpasticDjinn: lol, but you hadn't updated Golden Sun Boys when you posted your review. I'll take a look at your other fics sometime, but it might take me a while to swing around. 9.5? Wow. I wish I did that well in school. Thanks!
Raielono: lol! So you liked it that I killed Felix, eh? I kind of wish it was Isaac, actually. I like Felix, not Isaac.
Isaac: HI I AM RIGHT HERE.
Erm, anyway. Chocolate! ((eats it)) Yum. Thanks! Glad ya like the story and have read it from the beginning.
Corycian Muse: Well, looks like we still got an Epilogue left. Yay. But man, it's gonna be short. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be strange to switch from past to present tense in the same chapter… so, yea. Thanks!
Isaac: I thought Christians aren't supposed to hate people!
But you're not real!
Isaac: That doesn't have to do with anything!
Ok, ok. Fine. Before I get a million Isaac fans mauling me (again), no, I do not hate Isaac. However, I do enjoy the website http(colon)/www(dot)geocities(dot)com/blkwarrior311/enter(dot)html .
Isaac: THAT IS AN EVIL SITE! Do not enter that site. Do not go!
Alright, sorry for the spam, guys, but I am writing this late sunday night, and I am tired. Allow me my fun. I almost never use muses.
Isaac: Yet she chooses the muse she hates instead of Ivan or Jenna.
I don't hate you. I said that already. Ok I am really tired... goodnight... ((collapse))
Isaac: (Yes! Now I can finally dye her hair blue...) Erm, I mean... Meneil's reasons for hating me are totally unjustified. Sue her. Wait no really don't Camelot don't hurt her...