Rachel woke up early in the morning, completly refreshed for the first time in...god knows. She sat up and climbed out of bed, stretching and yawning. She glanced back and saw that Nick was still in a deep sleep. Rachl had a funny thought.

She leaned over the edge of the hammock and went right up to his ear. Taking in a deep breath, she bellowed "GOOD MORNING!"

Nick sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. "huzzah..wha? wha ya wazin me ap fors? He layed back down, closing his eyes.

She leaned over him again, over his face. "Wake up! No more sleeping!"

He burrowed under the covers. This time he spoke in a more audible voice. "sleep is good...Even if you lack it, why deprive me?" She had always done so. When ever she woke up in the middle of the night, she would give him a call and they would talk it out on AIM.

Rachel lept on top of his still form. "Because it's morning!" she pulled back the covers. "Now get up!"

"alright, I give up..."

She slid off the hammock, and he followed suit. Scratching his head, he asked casually "Since when have YOU been a morning person?"

"I got a GREAT nights sleep, I had a GREAT dream, and when I woke up felt GREAT. I had this feeling, I just knew today was gonna be-"

"Great?" He said, laughing lightly.

"But of course!" She stretched again, and was now fully awake. "So, what are we supposed to do?"

"Wait a few moments."

As if on cue, a tall, thingirl their agein a leafy outfit walked through the large opening in the wall. She was holding 2 large bundles of clothes. She handed one two Nick. "your change of clothes for a week."

He nodded. "Thank you Loretta" He nodded, almost like a mini bow.

She curtsied deeply, and very well, considering she was still holding a large bundle. "Your welcome Lord Nicholarius"

She turned to Rachel. "Your change for the week, guest." She didn't even curtsy, simply walked out the room.

"So...your a lord? What's my title?"

"For now your simply guest, no name. Your entirely statusless. That's why she didn't curtsy"

"Oh, gee, thanks. So, I'm going to be 'guest' for my entire stay?"

"No. Their going to ask you your name. Then you'll be a miss."

"Young 'miss' Rachel. Has a ring to it, huh?"

He shook his head, laughing. "sure it does. Their probably going to call you soon. There's another room over there." He pointed to a corner, but she saw nothing. "You can change there."

She walked in that direction, waiting for a door, or a hole, or something to magically appear. Running her hands gently over the wall, she realised that there was a leafy curtain that could be pulls back. She walked through it, into another, much smaller, room. There was a mirror on oneside, and a large mud pit.

'Is that supposed to be a bath?' she asked her self. In another corner, opposite to the "bath" was a large hole. 'latrine' she thought. Yup, the mudpit was a bath, the hole a toilet, and the mirror...a mirror.

Rachel unfolded the item that was on top of the clothing stack. It was an emerald green robe, with white at the hems. It seemed to shimmer as the soft fabric moved. "so, beautiful" she whispered aloud. She slung it on her arm carefully, to avoid wrinkling the wonder of a robe that it was.

Under that was a light green spring dress. She could tell immediatly that it was a little small, and was careful not to stretch it out as she slipped it over her head. It clung to her for the most part, but flared out a bit at the hem. It was a little chilly, spagetti strap, and she slipped the robe over her shoulders.

The fabric ccouldn't even be described in texture. It was soft, as silk, and just as flowing, yet it was strong, and held it's form. It was warm and cool at the same time, a perfect mixture for an amazing feeling. She hugged it tightly around herself, before glancing in the mirror.

Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs. She almost fell backwards, into the mudpit, but managed to keep her balance. She checked again. The image hadn't changed. Rachel knew how she looked. 16 years old.Boring brown hair.Plain, dull eyes, a little on the large side. Normal nose, regular lips. Dark skin.That was NOT who she saw in the mirror.

A woman in her 20's Stared back at Rachel. She had brown hair like Rachel, but it was long, sleek, shiny, andeven a little wavy. Large brown eyes with long lashes. A small delicate nose. Plump pinkish lips. Perfect skin, a light bronze. She was NOT Rachel.

"Nick!" she yelled, trying to calm herself "come here!"

He rushed in, obviously expecting something more than Rachel freaking out over a mirror. "What's the problem?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Did your mascara smudge?"

"I wouldn't know!" she retorted. "Someone ELSE is in the mirror!"

He started walking over. "what are you-" he has caught a glimpse in the mirror. "oh."

"Well?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips.

"Mirrors in this world work differently. They show you at your greatest level. The peak of Power."

"That's not me!" She said pointing at the mirror.

Nick peered in. He moved his head around, angling it just so to see Rachel.. "Sure it is." He chuckled softly. "Wow, your pretty"

She rolled her eyes at him. "How like a boy"

"hey!" he said "what's wrong with being a boy?"

"Nothing...it doesn't matter. Hey, What do YOU look like at your 'peak of power'?"

She glanced in the mirror, aiming her head specifically to see him. Before she got a good look he stepped back. "It doesn't matter" he murmered.

"What's your problem? I let you see mine! It's only fair!"

"You need to learn how to curtsy"

"What?"

"You need to learn how to curtsy for Mother Nature, and all of the others here."

"Why? And what's with the subject change?"

"Because it's polite. Some people here are of great status, and most of them are decent fighters. It's important to show respect." He ignored her second question.

She rolled her eyes again. "Whatever 'Nichalarious'. So...How do I curtsy to Mother Nature?"

"Why should I know?"

"I don't know!"

"Ask Loretta. She knows everything about everything when it comes to ettiquette."

"But-"

"Ahem." They both turned to look. Loretta had returned. "You called Lord Nicholarius? The guest requires curtsying lessons?"

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but Nick interupted. "Yes, that would be lovely thank you."

She shot a rude look at him, before looking to Loretta. "Thank you, Loretta."

"I'm just gonna go now..." Nick said, walking out.

"Very well, Lord." She said, performing a curtsy, it was perfect, flawles in everyway. You could tell she had done milllions of times.

"Um...so...how do I do that?" Rachel asked awkwardly.

Loretta laughed at her. "With practice you'll obviously never do" she said, with a hint of venom. She lost her sweet-innocent-little-maid look for an I'll-stab-you-in-the-back-as-you-sleep one. Awkward silence persisted.

"Well, then...How do I do something...similar?"

"Ugh, why can't you just know?" She said, already bored. "It's easy, even someone like you could do it." You just, take the hem of your dress and-"

What seemed like hours later, Loretta informed Rachel that she officially knew every curtsy known to man. "I think I'll go talk with Lord Nicholarius." she said, eyes glimmering with evil intentions.

"You do that" Rachel spat back.

Loretta left, obviously dissatisafied with Rachel's reaction.

For some reason, I feel bad for you nick. Your gonna get hit on by the maid!

MWA HA HA HA HA

Plz R+R

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