And now… for a message from the author!

Because she's cool like that(:

GOMEN GOMEN GOMEN!!! I completely forgot about this story! Recently, I got a review on this story, and in the review the person asked me to please finish the story… And I got motivated again! Thank you so, so much!(:

As for the story… sorry if it gets kinda boring, I'm not too creative… hahah, lol

ANYWAY… Enjoy! Suu!!

xoxo

Shia

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Shia was back where she had started. It was dark again.

She sat.

She waited.

But inside, she felt different. Before, she had been sad and broken. But now, her eyes were bright and full of hope. But her thoughts were drowned in confusion.

So many feelings.

She read and read the riddles over and over again. She must have read them a thousand times before she looked up.

"'The mortal's a fool, for he can't see, what pain and suffering tend to be…'" Shia muttered. "Hm… pain and suffering… pain and… suffering… what they tend to be… hm…"

She scanned the riddles again. "Hm… then it's, 'the mortal will sleep when the moon is bright, as a hellish figure performs the task tonight…"

Shia tried to take it apart to make it simpler. "Well, let's see… the mortal will sleep when the moon is bright… I think that means night, right? So, the mortal will sleep at night, 'as a hellish figure performs the task tonight'… Well… let's see… a hellish figure?"

Shia looked around her. "Hm… Oh! Right! I'm in hell! Of course! So someone from hell… hm… Oh, that's right; it would be me, wouldn't it?" She giggled nervously to herself.

"Ok, so I am going to do something while someone from the surface world is asleep. So… maybe the first two lines are what the task it?"

Shia fell over and stretched out her arms wide. "Oh my. This is so very confusing." She looked up into black nothingness. "Pain and suffering… Well, um, they're uncomfortable, kind of?"

She sat up slowly as all the pieces of the puzzle came together.

"…That's it! When a mortal is asleep, I have to cause him great discomfort! That's it!"

She looked around at the endless black void around her.

"So… um… what now?"

Misha was back where she had started. It was light again.

She sat.

She waited.

But inside, she felt different. Before, she had been sad and broken. But now her eyes were bright and full of hope. But her thoughts were drowned in confusion.

So many feelings.

She read and read the riddles over and over again. She must have read them a thousand times before she looked up.

"'The children will laugh and the birds will sing, a small boy transforms into a king…'" Misha muttered. "Hm… the cause of those is the cause of you… Causing this thing is the task you shall do… The cause is what I shall do…su…"

She scanned the riddles again. "Hm… urms… Auuu! This is so confusing!" Misha buried her head in the paper. She quickly sat upright again at the thought of ripping the paper and losing her chance.

She tried to take it apart to make it simpler. "Well, let's see… The children will laugh and the birds will sing, a small boy transforms into a king… and the cause of those is what I have to do…"

Misha looked around her. "What makes little kiddies laugh and birdie wirdies sing? Su? And a boy turnin' into a kingy wingy? Urm, that sounds kinda made-up to mesa… su…" She sighed, but remained confident.

She fell over and stretched out her arms wide. "Oh my. This is so very confusing." She looked up above her to see the sun. It was so close it was blinding, so she closed her eyes and rolled over on her side. "Kiddies laughin' and birdie wirdies a-sing-songin'… Little boys turning into big kings… What makes that happen? Su?"

She sat up slowly as all the pieces of the puzzle came together.

"…That's it! Ooohs! I gots it! Su! Happy whappiness!! They're happies! I gots to make somebodies happy whappy! SU!" She smiled; she knew just who it would be.

She looked below her. The ground was a long way down.

"So… um… what nows?"