A/N: Last chapter, and the only one that I've actually written from scratch! It's silly, clichéd and absolutely horrible, as well as rushed, but I just wanted to end the damn thing. It was the ending I was going top have (many, many chapters later) anyway. And this was actually a dream I had once.
"C'mon, Saffy, let's get you to bed, yeah?" Miliko said, dragging her friend along. Numair had dropped them off outside of their temporary lodging.
"But the sky's such a cool colour," Sapphira said, slurring her words.
Miliko growled. As she looked up she realised that it was getting dark. "Come on, Saffy, I wanna go to bed," Miliko whined.
It was Sapphira's turn to growl, but she allowed herself, in her drunken state, to be dragged into the room and dumped on what was going to be Shadi's bed but was now Sapphira's.
"This is weird, ya know," Sapphira slurred. "I hate alcohol, so why am I drunk?"
Miliko could feel her eye twitching. "Never you mind," she snapped, before going into her room and flopping on her own bed and closing her eyes.
When she woke in the morning, the sun was streaming in through the window. Sitting up, Miliko went to go check on Sapphira when she realised that she was in her own room, nowhere near Tortall. On the floor next to her bed was a copy of Squire.
"I am never reading that book before I go to bed, ever again!" Miliko declared.
"Come one, Miliko! You're going to be late getting to that competition! Hurry up!" Miliko's mother called. Grinning, Miliko picked up the phone and rang Myanh.
"Hey, what's up?" Myanh greeted her.
"Myanh, explain democracy to me?" Miliko asked.
"Sure. It's like a demonstration of crazy people or something isn't it? Ya know, because of the demo in front," Myanh said, pausing as Miliko started to laugh.
"If you say so. Anyway, I'm not coming to the competition today," Miliko said.
"Why not?" Myanh demanded.
Miliko looked at her computer and grinned. This was just too good not to write down. "Oh, just a really weird dream."