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This chapter in her diary is her response to her collective thoughts before talking to Sarah and Jareth in chapter 20 of New Crystals, Old Dreams. If you haven't read that story, this won't make much sense to you, so I suggest checking that out first…it's a great read!

The Diary of Jeaule Olincamp

I know that I have will miss the gathering called for by Jareth this morning because of my inability to work things out anywhere else but the pages of this worn diary. Part of me sits here wondering if that will upset Sarah, she would have liked me to be there while the King yells at everyone, trying to weed out the plant…my sister.

The other part of me screams and beats on its little metaphorical cage that I placed it in, wanting very much to be there. Wanting in a very primal and vicious way to have been able to point the finger at the sister she now thinks of as the villain, to have seen the fury on the kings face, the disappointment and emerald anger in Sarah's.

To this part of me, it would have been a grand spectacle to see Erina dragged off in chains, kicking and screaming and cursing my name, but it also would have been wrong. I know that if I had gone, I would have shouted and pointed at my sister, sealing Cyric's fate without giving him a chance. It wouldn't have been fair. I couldn't have done that to him, not when he is so newly and shockingly mine. I have to find a way to help him.

And I think I have.

I still have to go to Sarah and Jareth when their gathering is over. They have to agree to this arrangement or everything I have planned will crumble. I need their support and gods help me, I need their blessing for what I have decided to do. I know that they will object to parts of what I will say, but Erina must remain out of their grasp and in a very real way, completely ignorant, until I have worked my way into Medb's good graces.

If she has any.

Since last night, I have found myself thinking things that have shocked me and empowered me in ways I could have only dreamed of before. What my sister did to me at the party has marked my very soul. I don't know if there is much of that timid little mouse left in me. I feel like a tigress anymore when I think of the cruel being my sister has transformed into. She is no longer worthy of my pity or my worry. Erina has damned herself and has tried to take my happiness with her, the only happiness I had ever found.

I am glad that I didn't go to the meeting now that I think of it in retrospect. That would have been too good, too easy of a way out for Erina. She needs to learn a lesson from her dealings with the devil. Not just a cell to rot in, no, no. Once my plan has run its course, she will regret the day she linked hands with Medb.

(A/N: I would like to give a quick thanks to those who actually read and reviewed this chapter for me last week!

BattleofEvermore, notwritten and Kerichi!!

Thanks guys…love you lots!)