Note: My brain kept firing various ideas for flash-backs and alternate perspectives with no "present-day" set-up, so I just let this chapter become a collection of vignettes. Be warned that some are more direct looks at what Tobias put Helena and Sune though.

Memories

– Daniel I –

-This place is both a school and a prison. To graduate, you have to escape.

– Helena I –

Sune was too young to realize that Helena was seeking a dance partner with whom she could do a little more than dancing once the party would be over, but it had still been sweet of him to offer. As Sune was seeming in a somber mood, the least she could do was to ask about it:
-What's wrong?
-Håkan and Anna both already have three councilors who want them as the future heir. Tobias is the only one who hasn't chosen yet, and it's probably because he's too new to know much about us.
-I admit it's not looking very good for you. For what it's worth, I think you would make a great King. And nothing is lost for you quite yet. The final choice will be made when all three of you turn fifteen, so proper sixteenth birthday arrangements can be made for each of you. There are still five years left. Also, the Council may be influential, but there are other high-ranking people whose opinions are valued. If enough of them like you by then, you may have a chance.
Her words were truthful, both concerning her support of Sune and his prospects. Sune raised an eyebrow at her words:
-Who would that be?
-Me, for instance. But I must warn you. You better really want the throne, because your siblings are going to be fighting for their respective claims, as well. Or rather, their supporters will be doing it in their names.
Sune nervously swallowed before answering:
-I think I want to try. Will you help me?
Helena shrugged:
-Looks like I better put acts where my mouth is. But I should warn you now: if Håkan ends up becoming the heir, I am probably going to be betrothed to him. However, for now, just be aware it's never too early to look for more people.
The part where dancers had to change partners came, and Helena scanned the room for someone she could sweet talk into either doing more than dancing or supporting Sune. A person she could convince into one of those things after drawing them in with the other wouldn't be bad, either. Someone else grabbed her hand before she was able to make any sort of choice. Next thing she knew, she was dancing with Tobias, who looked like either a man in his early forties who was aging very well or someone younger whose face had been prematurely worn out by hard work:
-I happen to have overheard your discussion with Prince Sune. I thought that you might be interested in the fact that the reason I have yet to choose between Prince Håkan and Princess Anna is that my mind is currently leaning toward Prince Sune. Would you mind explaining me your reasons for favoring him?
As far as Helena was concerned, it was this man's fault that Daniel was stuck on the Grand Isle of Icy Wonders and unreachable. Unfortunately, Daniel's trade-off for having much more liberty than Emil's "toy" would have had was the complete lack of any official status in regards to Helena; even the beginning of a friendship they officially had didn't warrant her investigating his disappearance beyond asking others whether they happened to be aware of his whereabouts. Besides, this was the "beggars can't be choosers" phase of gathering allies. If Tobias turned out to be a bad person to keep around for other reasons, she would certainly find a way to kick him out of the circle of Sune's supporters at a later point.

– Emil I –

-And after the lady gets her window fixed, people refuse to believe someone ever broke it. So, she asks her friend if she should have kept it broken just so people would believe her. The end.
The end of the short presentation prompted Emil to stare at the short story in Finmi language that he had been asked to read the previous evening, then explain to his teacher in Scandi language at the end of this morning's class. Unfortunately, it still looked like gibberish. He was going to be next, as he was the only other student in the room. Ylva spoke:
-Very good, Alva. Stig?
Someone had suggested that learning alongside someone else of a similar level might motivate him. It clearly wasn't working. He sighed:
-I'm sorry, but I don't seem to be able to read it.
A voice piped up from the windowsill:
-You and girl, getting same story. Stupid.
Emil took a few moments to realize that not only Lalli had spoken Scandi language, but he would have had to understand what Alva had just said to be able to make such a statement. As Emil was retrieving a memory of Lalli looking at the book containing the story at some point the previous evening, Ylva came closer to the window sill on which Lalli had been seemingly having a nap:
-Very good, Lalli. I was hoping he would at least pick up on that. It looks like you did learn a few things from your stay in Scandi, after all. I hate having to be so blunt, but considering the progress your friend has been making, it may actually be faster for me to teach you how to speak Scandi properly. What do you think?
-No.
Lalli jumped out of the window and landed on the street below. Emil rushed towards the room's actual door:
-Hey! Wait for me! Bye Ylva, bye Alva!
As he made it out of the house, Emil thought that he should have learned that Lalli could both pull those stunts and wait for him by now. He couldn't help noticing that he felt a little less winded than last time something similar had happened:
-Since when do you speak Scandi? I remember Tuuri once mentioned trying to teach you and failing.
-Tuuri's way. Not working. Listening your Finmi classes. Working. Not knowing why.
-Well, at least one of us is learning something from those classes.

– Helena II –

Tobias was surprisingly good company. His ideas about magic were similar enough to hers that they had plenty of pleasant discussion material, yet diverged just enough that they could use each other to perfect their respective arguments. Part of her was even starting to wonder if he was any good in bed. Fortunately, Daniel's disappearance was fresh enough in her mind to keep any idea of actually asking him at bay. She was very grateful for that when she suddenly realized that the tea Tobias has served her wasn't only of a flavor that she hadn't tried before. She ran to the room's door, only to find it locked. With a type of magic to which she had mentioned paying little-to-no attention to Tobias. Her legs suddenly became too weak to support her, yet restless.
-You don't seem well, Princess. How about you lie down?
The bed had always been the only somewhat comfortable seat in Tobias' secret workroom. She now knew it wasn't only there because of the long hours he could spend on a single experiment.

– Lalli –

Most people around Lalli spoke Finmi, and his Scandi was now good enough for him to understand many of the words spoken by those using that language. Despite this, he had already found himself pulling Taru, Onni or Cecilia aside to have them explain something he hadn't understood from a previous conversation. Each of their answers had relied on somehow figuring out how close what people meant was to what they were saying, as if it were natural to them. His awareness of what was really being said during many conversations somehow felt not that much better than when he had lived in the palace where almost everyone spoke a language other than Finmi. There had been a few other Finmi speakers there, but he had only interacted with them during the even fewer times he had been involved in a major misunderstanding while Tuuri wasn't around and really couldn't be interrupted. Remembering this made him briefly wonder if he really needed to be part of those conversations, only to remember that Taru had become head of the household because both his parents and Onni's had died in addition to their grandmother disappearing. He had half the number of people Taru had had before her in the line of succession, and they didn't have any children yet. His awareness of this had made him try participating in one of those conversations with someone who looked important to be on good terms with, but the man had become angry and yelled at him for a reason he could not comprehend. Upon realizing what he had done something he was wasn't supposed to, all while having no idea what it had been, he had run away to sit in a calmer place, away from the party. Onni had turned out to have followed him there and only confirmed that he had told the wrong words to the wrong person. He had suggested to Lalli that he figure out a way to avoid making such a mistake again, before going back to the gathering. This brought Lalli back to the present time, and his complete lack of ideas to avoid doing something similar again. At this point, he had tried everything he could think of on his own; it had either not worked or been worse than doing nothing.

-Hey, Lalli, guess who's going to be apprenticed to the tea seller in a few months!
A very enthusiastic Emil came to sit next to Lalli.
-Someone I know? I don't care otherwise.
Emil ruffled his own hair, that was currently dyed in a dark brown color that Lalli quite liked:
-Ah, that's right. Let me rephrase that: I'll be apprenticing with the tea seller as soon as he'll done with his current apprentice. Hey, what's wrong?
-I made an important person angry. I don't know why.
-Considering how you usually talk to people, it could actually be several different things. And different people are made angry by different things.
-Is there something easy I can do that would work on a lot of people?
-You could start by looking at other people's face when you speak with them.
-I've been told to do this before. But it feels weird enough that I make faces that make people think what they are saying is bothering me and it makes me listen less well, so I do even more things people don't like. So, I get yelled at as much when I try as when I don't. Sometimes more.
-I can see how you could have given up on following that advice, by now.
Emil sat by his side for a few moments, then suddenly stood up and spoke:
-Hey, I have an idea. Stand up and face me.
Lalli did as Emil told him.
-Now look at my face. Now look at spot that is a little higher than my face. Just high enough that it doesn't bother you anymore. Do the same thing for a spot to the right to my face. Then to the left. Then under it. Ah, that's what I thought.
Lalli sighed:
-Why did you make me do this?
-I think you may be able to make people think you are looking at their face when you actually aren't. Like that, they may not get the idea that you don't like them and you wouldn't feel too weird. Do you want to go try it on someone else now or wait a little?
This was an easy question to answer:
-Wait.
Both of them sat down again. Lalli realized he had forgotten to tell Emil something:
-Congratulations for your apprenticeship.
For some reason, Emil seemed to be more happy hearing this than telling him the news:
-Thank you.

– Helena III –

Helena now knew she wasn't dreaming. Sune had been avoiding her for the past few days. She soon realized it wasn't only her, but also his parents and siblings. He was eventually avoiding so many people that Helena couldn't help notice who was the one person he was not avoiding: Tobias. She had decided to burn as many bridges with Tobias as she could while still being a regular visitor at the palace after he had put a "love pill" in her tea, then taken advantage of the consequences. Formal prosecution would be his word against hers, but there were others ways she could make him pay the price of his actions. One of them was to refuse to associate with him ever again, something that she had seen other people do to each other for much more shallow reasons. Or at least, the reasons she knew of were shallow in the cases she was currently thinking of. Another had been telling Sune to no longer listen to a single word Tobias said. The exact opposite had been very obviously happening. For all she knew, Sune's current behavior could all be a trap meant to get her back into Tobias' secret workroom. But she could also see that if she avoided it, she would be letting Tobias continue whatever he was doing to Sune.

– Onni –

Another social gathering was going to happen soon. It would be Lalli's chance to fix the mistake he had made at the previous one. Onni was quite sure this was the reason Lalli was currently impossible to find, despite the fact that he was quite certain he was still somewhere on the island. He heard Reynir call him:
-I found him. He's with "Stig" and they're speaking in Scandi language, so I'm not quite sure whether they can be interrupted or not.
Onni was of a generation who was making a point of not learning to speak Scandi language, and only using the Shared Tongue to speak with those who didn't have Finmi as a native language. Their household harboring a Scandi Prince who hadn't been able to learn any language besides his own in spite of his parents' best efforts to give him an incentive to do so had been quite a challenge to that ideal. Even before "Stig's" arrival, it had been impossible for Onni to not passively pick up a little Scandi. However, his level had only so far prevented him from being tricked by people who assumed he didn't speak Scandi at all a handful of times, and his long-term objective could still be fulfilled by refusing to have a conversation in the language unless strictly necessary. Between Tuuri having been insatiable in terms of knowledge and Lalli simply wanting to be able to speak with the one person in his life who could more or less be called a friend, Onni hadn't had the heart to discourage his younger family members from learning it for themselves.

Reynir led Onni to a small cave near the edge of the island, where he could hear the two talking.
-Do you see why what you just said could make someone angry?
-Hmm… no?
-When you ask someone if they couldn't do something because doing it requires a certain quality, it's almost the same thing as outright telling them that you think they don't have that quality. And you seem to be aware it's something many people don't like to hear.
Lalli let out a sigh in response:
-This is so weird! How can other people think of all those things while talking with each other at the same time? How am I not going to make a mistake and make everyone angry at me again?
-I can't completely keep you from making mistakes, only help you make fewer than last time. And even I don't know how to keep absolutely everyone from getting angry at me during a conversation.
-What are you talking about? Taru says you're quite okay to talk with when you remember that not everything is about you.
-I'm still not that good at that last part, so I still sometimes say things people don't want to hear.
There was a silence before Lalli spoke:
-Everyone else makes it sound I'm the only one who makes mistakes while talking with people. You just said you make some also. Do other people dislike the fact that they can make mistakes that much? Is this why people don't like when I accidentally tell them I think they can't do something?
Onni heard a few claps before Emil spoke:
-That's right. Do you think you'll be able to remember that at the next gathering?
-I… think it may be like how you forget that not everything is not about you, sometimes. I forget everything I was told about properly speaking to people while I'm in the middle of speaking with them.
-I'm sure you'll still do better than before you understood what you understood just a little earlier. Do you want to practice a little more around that?
Onni got himself as far away from the cave as he could as fast as he could, dragging a bemused Reynir along. He needed a little time to think before he spoke with Lalli again, and it was going to be a little hard to do if he realized Onni had just been listening to this conversation.

– Sune I –

Sune felt so stupid. Tobias had genuinely convinced him that the entire rest of the court was out to either kill him or do something bad to him, and that his secret workroom was the only place where he was truly safe. Sune wasn't sure what had happened over the last hour or two. Only that Helena was now hugging him and crying, and that her arms currently felt like the safest place in the entire room. Tobias, who had apparently been silently watching them all this time, spoke:
-If you are done sobbing yet, I'd like your help with something else.
Helena stopped crying, but held Sune much tighter against her:
-You have a really twisted ways of asking for help. The answer is no.
Sune suddenly found himself wrestling out of Helena's arms, walking away from the bed, and taking a dagger given to him by Tobias, all against his own will. Next thing he knew, he was pointing the dagger towards his own throat. Tobias spoke:
-Would you mind reconsidering your answer?

– Taru –

-I'm not sure I see what the problem is. You seem to have done your bookkeeping quite well.
"Stig" ruffled his hair:
-Why is there so little money left over? I thought merchants were supposed to be rich or something. I can barely afford to buy food for myself with that.
Taru hadn't gotten such a reminder of his true identity quite a while:
-Consider yourself lucky that you already make enough to live off your work. Your other solutions are to sell more items, make getting your current merchandise cheaper or sell something for which people are ready to pay a lot more money than you did. You figure out which one works best for you.
"Stig" let out a resigned sigh:
-Thanks for helping… again. Hey, what are all those letters?
Taru turned her attention back to the various papers on her desk:
-Eighteen is the age at which people can start getting married around here. Lalli is getting close enough that members of other small island ruling families are starting to show their interest. Actually, this reminds me, we should figure out what to do about you, as well.
-Are you sure it's such a good idea? What would happen if I get married here, have a child or two, and then get discovered by the wrong people? It feels wrong to put that kind of burden on someone who thinks they're just marrying some poor backwoods newly established merchant.
Taru patted his shoulder:
-Don't worry. It may surprise to you given how remote this place may seem to you, but you can marry a man here, if you wish. If anything, it will make not having any children a little easier. A couple of those letters are from the parents or guardians of young men, actually.
"Stig" went back to sit at the small table in Taru's study at which he had been working:
-Could you please find someone good for Lalli? You owe him that after what you were willing to let happen to him when he was sixteen.
Taru let out a sigh:
-I'll do my best, but I will still have to consider the family's overall interests above all. At the time, letting you have him looked like a better move than refusing.
Taru found herself wondering how she was going to convince anyone that "Stig" would make a good match, since secretly being the officially-dead Prince of Scandi and the long-term goal this fact was fueling remained his best assets. Plenty of small, but profit-making businesses had gone under due to their owner's "new great idea for making more money". "Stig" was unfortunately one of the people she trusted the least to not make such a mistake. He, however, did have a point about his future spouse potentially getting into trouble they never asked for if the wrong people discovered his survival. It was too bad that Tyra was already married, and Johan both too young and clearly interested in women, considering Adam and Ylva were the only other people who knew of "Stig's" real identity among the nearby island ruling families. Taru started reading a randomly chosen letter, and the scenario under which things could go wrong with that particular suitor quickly shaped in her mind. She realized that it may be a good idea to ask "Stig" to teach Lalli to… when the idea came, she almost gave herself a slap on the forehead for not having it earlier.

– Emil II –

There they were again. The room was about the same size as last time, but held a bigger number of smaller and less comfortable beds. The biggest difference remained his perception of Lalli, which had moved from an adult-sized child who probably had no idea of what was going on to a man who understood what was going on in a way that was different from most. The past week had been hectic enough that Emil's mind had completely gone blank on the fact that there was going to be a "wedding night" until the two of them were left alone in the house's only bedroom. The main purpose of the wedding party was to keep the room's other usual occupants out of it for the rest of the night. Both the door and the windows were also being guarded so neither of them could leave during the night. According to Taru, forcing the new spouses to talk to each other or sleep next to each other even if they didn't feel like doing the expected thing was the entire purpose of the arrangement. Going through the entire ceremony without any kind of break had exhausted Lalli, so he had fallen asleep as soon as he had shed off all the layers of clothing that couldn't double as sleepwear. Since "shedding" had been a far too appropriate term for what Lalli had done with the clothes, Emil had decided to properly put them away, noticed how little he could move in his own wedding garb, and ended up removing as much as Lalli had. After that, the combination of not feeling tired quite yet and wanting to be near Lalli had resulted in him sitting cross-legged on the free half of the two-person bed and watching Lalli sleep.

His thoughts ended up drifting towards Helena, and wondering what she was up to, now that she was no longer his betrothed. He also realized how self-centered his attempts to act friendly towards her had been, and why she had stopped responding to them after the first handful. Hopefully, her future or current spouse was treating her better than he had. His thoughts next drifted towards all the tasks he now did without a second thought, and that he would have utterly refused to get his hands dirty with when he was still living in the Scandi palace. How each time he had done a new thing, sometimes committing to doing it on a regular basis in the process, it had been because it helped Lalli rather than him. And how Lalli always seemed to make sure Emil took care of himself more often than he watched out for his own well-being. It suddenly dawned on him that Taru had probably decided to marry them in part because she had doubts about their capacity to function without each other. However, he found himself unable to actually get angry at her. This entire household, at the end of the day, had helped him a lot when it would have had every right to consider he wasn't worth its trouble. He hoped he would be able to pay them back in some way, some day.

The combination of the night getting closer to its colder part and the smaller number of layers he was wearing caught up with him, and he decided to slip under the blanket to make himself warmer without disturbing Lalli. Next thing he knew, a still-asleep Lalli was snuggling against him, and he was having the hardest time finding a reason to not simply let it happen.

– Sune II –

-Sune, listen to me. I think I know how Tobias can make your body move the way he wants. I figured out how to make it stop, but it's going to hurt the inside of your left ear very badly. I will only do it if you say "Yes". If you do, choose a time where you will be ready to run away from here and not stop, whoever gets in our way.

– Helena IV –

Sune and Alva were playing with fallen tree branches as if they were swords, and Sigrun was half-mockingly, half-seriously complaining about them having apparently forgotten what she taught them earlier in the day. The sight was the only thing that bought anything approaching a glimmer of joy to Helena. She'd better get used to that bench in Adam and Ylva's garden. Being officially under house arrest, if one Ylva had no desire to enforce too strictly, had been essential for even the inhabitants of the "Scandi neighborhood" to accept having her on the island. The Finmi portion of the population, meanwhile, was ready to drive her out of their own streets by force if she set foot in them. Where could she go on the one street on which she would be tolerated? If she went to any of the few businesses it held alone, she would probably end up spending a week's worth of the small allowance Adam gave her in a day. This was less than desirable in the conditions under which Adam was letting her stay, one of which was that if she had any plan to live outside of the means of that allowance, she'd need to find a job. A job that very few people would be willing to give her. Tyra's workplace had looked interesting, but Tyra had refused to believe the real story due to the current state of her body lining up with the story most people believed much better. Helena had never thought that teaching herself to heal those injuries to ease her own suffering and Sune's would backfire so badly once they managed to escape. Sune had already been refused a few age-appropriate odd jobs, under the pretense that any money given to him might as well be given to Helena.

-Hum… hi?
A man with dark brown chin-length hair and a full beard just long enough to conceal the real shape of his face was in the garden holding a basket. Helena answered to him:
-Hi.
Sigrun ran up to the man, who happened to be shorter than her, and gave him a friendly shoulder slap:
-Stig! It's been a while! Still under the delusion you can make something drinkable out of stuff used for decoration?
Stig started picking leaves from a nearby bush, carefully examining each of them before putting them in his basket:
-I won't know unless I try. By the way, is that…
Stig showed Helena with his chin. Sigrun was the one who answered:
-Yes. And Sune is over here.
Stig stopped his harvesting to watch the children play, for a time that quickly started to seem a little long to Helena.
-May I know what you are looking at, sir?
Stig ruffled his hair:
-Ah, sorry about this. I kind of see why you wouldn't want strangers staring at him for too long. It's just that I heard what happened to both of you from Sigrun and I'm happy to see he has something to take his mind off it. It's something good to have. I hope you have something like that for yourself, as well.
Helena let herself raise an eyebrow:
-You actually believe my version of the story?
The man's demeanor suddenly became quite stern:
-The fire those guys started three years ago to kill Prince Emil killed my parents also. It wouldn't surprise me at all if you were the next person they wanted to get rid of. I'm willing to believe those same people tried to hurt you in some way, then started claiming you are the one who is trying to hurt people when it didn't work.
The world was small, after all. Unfortunately, she couldn't let her guard down:
-So, what did you your parents do in the palace?
-I'm not really sure. Our family had a house in town before they were hired to work in the palace, and they thought it was best that I didn't know what they did so other people wouldn't try taking advantage of it through me. But they also told me I should leave Scandi if a certain number of things happened. I attached myself to a group of people who were also running away from the palace when the fire happened. One of them has relatives around here.
-What do you do around here?
-I sell tea and hair dye at the market. Maybe you could come… ah, right, it's off-limits to you. Well, I mostly hang around the neighborhood when I'm not working, so I guess I can sell you something then.
-Thanks for the offer.
They continued talking about various things as Stig harvested leaves until his basket was full:
-Sorry, I need to go somewhere else prepare these now. Hey, how about we continue this chat at the Scandi tavern in front of a drink one of those days? Whenever you feel like doing it.
Sigrun chimed in:
-You should go, he's good company. Just don't keep him out too late into the night, or his husband may not like it too much.
This was very far away from how Helena expected her first invitation for a drink while staying at Adam's house to go. Her gut had a surprisingly good feeling about the idea, so she might as well give it a try.

– Daniel II –

This had not been the plan. Niels himself had told him that getting signing involved in the practice of magic was looked down upon by the upper crust of Scandi mages, and that using songs during the application for the councilor of magic or councilor of wisdom positions was an immediate disqualifier. However, it had been impossible for Daniel to stay indifferent to the news of the state in which Helena's should-have-been husband had been found. Prince Emil was, however, still a member of the Royal Family, which forbade random strangers from approaching him. When Daniel had heard of Tobias dying as soon as he had set foot in Scandi for the first time in three years, he had seen the perfect way to help Emil without actually applying for the councilor position: use the spell he had in mind, but have it contained in a song to keep himself from being chosen. Daniel's plan had been to temporarily disrupt the body-control talisman inside Emil, as he was suspecting that it was being used to make him look like he was in a semi-catatonic and mute state. Under that assumption, breaking the connection between the talisman and whoever was using it would briefly give the illusion that Prince Emil had recovered. If Daniel turned out to be wrong, and that Prince Emil was genuinely in such a state, briefly taking control of the talisman himself could be used for the purposes of a similar solution. But Daniel hadn't expected to find the body-control talisman to be completely absent upon the use of his medical check-up spell. The Emil present at the party not only being a very convincing substitute, but not even a naturally-born human being, had been quite a surprise, as well. He had however decided to continue his attempt as if he hadn't made the discovery; he had enough concern about who was actually in charge of the country to consider that someone good enough to become the councilor for magic should be able to notice that they were losing their time trying to "cure" the fake Emil on their own. Little had Daniel known that the biggest shock of the evening had yet to come. Still using the spell meant to target Prince Emil had seemed to be a good way to confuse any onlooker aware of the masquerade into believing he thought he was dealing with the real Emil. The real Emil had turned out to be much closer than expected, namely among Helena's entourage. As the real Emil had been perfectly healthy and his body-control talisman inactive, the spell had knocked him out instead. Daniel had immediately realized his mistake, but also that the real Emil was currently in the position of both having nothing obvious indicating that he was a Royal and a body-control talisman inside him. He was lucky to have not have ended up with the kind of people who would readily take advantage of that combination of circumstances, as far as Daniel could tell.

He decided to find where Tuuri's cousin had taken Emil, and help him out by getting him rid of the talisman. The idea that Vivian could still take control of him after having been completely fine with having him dead didn't sit well with Daniel. He had also quickly decided to pass for a random stranger interested in exchanging information and favors, rather than "I would have probably been the actual father of at least one of your children if Helena had married you. Don't tell her I'm here, I'm not entirely sure she won't murder me if she finds out. Bye.". That plan had worked surprisingly well, considering the glitches in his previous ones. But that had turned out to be all the luck he had been allotted for the evening. On his way out, he hadn't been able to resist seeing if the very trick that had gotten him past the guards would let him walk behind Vivian without being noticed by her, as well. He would have probably gotten away with moving past her at a fast walker's pace. Unfortunately, the mere presence of her secure area in the "layer" of the spirit realm summoned by that "invisibility" trick had been unexpected enough to literally stop Daniel on his tracks. The fact that the human form inside the secure area was definitely not Vivian was an extra reason to be startled. The person he now knew to only be controlling Vivian's body grabbed his arm and congratulated him for graduating so quickly. As the spirit realm was fading from Daniel's eyes and he was becoming visible to all eyes again, the mind that had taken the place of Vivian's had both bad news and good news for him. The bad news was that they couldn't let someone with Daniel's ability run around the kingdom and that they now needed to keep him where they could keep an eye on him. The good news was that the "best spot from which to be watched" happened to be available. There was promptly a call for fireworks to be started.