I'm back! Sorry for not updating recently but I was all tied up. Anyway, I'm just trying to post as many chapters as possible today.

To Hades Krazy Daughter: You almost cried when you found out Horace was going to die? Hmmm... But, yes, I had to tell the people.

ON WITH THE STORY!! (ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL THE FIRST DEATH!! YAY!!)

Chapter 11: The Subconcious Part of the Brain

'Horace?' Horace spun to stare at Cassandra.

'Oh, it's you!' Horace said, his blue eyes boring in Cassandra's green ones. He scanned her face, his eyes tracing her blonde hair, soft earnest face, small pale lips and lightly tanned skin. His eyes followed the dip of her nose, and down, he ran his eyes over her body, and thought: I wish-

'Horace?' Cassandra's voice interrupted his thoughts. 'Do you believe in love at first sight?'

'Yes. It's, uh, happened to a friend of mine.' he replied, while thinking I experienced it when I first laid eyes on you.

'Well, you see, I've been keeping this a secret for a while now, and I think it's time I let you know. Promise you won't get mad.'

'I promise.' Why on earth would I get mad at you for loving me?

'I love you, Horace Altman. I love you with all my heart and soul. I may be mortal but my love for you is undying.'

Horace opened his mouth to reply with something equally mushy and lovesick until-

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'Here's your dinner!' Foldar smirked as Slagor II put a dish of half rotted vegetables in front of their prisoner. George, already feeling sick from the rocking of the boat, took one whiff of the food and promptly threw up all over Slagor II. Foldar stared, and concealed a smile. Slagor II wrinkled his nose.

'Great, now I'm gonna have to take a bath.' Slagor muttered as he stormed off. 'AND YOU'RE NEXT FOLDAR!!'

'Crap. Baths are such a waste of time.' Foldar muttered.

'Yes, I can tell you think that.' A voice came floating down the hall.

'What the-?' Foldar turned to see a black-haired girl theatrically plugging her nose. The girl yanked out a blue stone, and spun it gently. Foldar moved forward to catch her, but found himself at her knees, staring up at the blue stone.

'Give in, Foldar... Just look at the beautiful blue...' Casca'de smirked as Foldar grew increasingly bewitched and helpless against the stone.

'Heheheh...' Foldar said incoherently. 'That's a pretty blue you've got there, missy.'

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'Where is Foldar? It's time for hisbath!' Slagor marched around, his hair still dripping. He hurled people around the boat, and threw some unfortunates overboard. He picked up a chair, and brought it smashing down, cutting his palm open on a splinter. Blood welled out, and splattered everywhere as Slagor continued his rampage. The rowers continued rowing timidly, totally unaware that they were travelling in circles, and not even bothering to wipe Slagor II's blood off their faces. Meanwhile, Foldar was being subjected to interrogation...

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What was these questions the girl asked? Why was he on his knees, as if begging for his life? All Foldar could remember was blue, so he frowned and thought as hard as he could, but his eyes drifted upwards, and he gave into the blue once more.

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'Where are you going?' Casca'de asked softly.

'None of your business.' Foldar said automatically.

'Excuse me? Mind answering that again? Where are you going?' she asked again, with a firm tone.

'Skandia. We're taking the boy to Skandia.'

'I see. I'm leaving now, and promise me that you won't say a word about my visit.'

'NO!! DON'T GO!! Keep the blue here.'

'I'll be back. Promise me you won't breathe a word.'

'I promise.'

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Will steadied himself on Tug, before galloping off down the path. He decided that it would take approximately five days to get to Slagor II's ship, and that would tire Tug out. To fix that, he'd hired Dashni, a young spirited mare, who had immediately made friends with Tug. Every five hours or so he would swap horses, to give them a break. Both were good, and would have carried him for a lot longer, and he appreciated that, but he couldn't visit Slagor II with exhausted horses that couldn't outrun a charging Skadian.

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'Horace! Wake up!' One of Horace's temporary roommates, Eiran said, shaking Horace's shoulders. Ildmor was one of the identical twins. He had exactly the same wavy brown hair as his brother, Rone, and the same arched eyebrow shape, and the same twinkling green eyes. Everything about them was the same, except their noses.

Horace moaned, and stretched. 'Did you have to wake me? I was having the most wonderful dream ever...' He grinned stupidly, remember the dream, where Cassandra had declared her undying love for him. Eiran stared at Horace, and decided not to metion there was part of a mint leaf stuck between Horace's teeth.

'The Crown Princess wants to see you!'

'OH!' Horace jumped up in a hurry, hitting his head on the low roof. 'CASSANDRA, BABY, HERE I COME!'

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Horace stared at Cassandra like he had in his dream. He watched her green eyes glow with nervousness and anticipation. Her red-tinged hair was loose, and he could smell the sweet scent coming of it. His mind didn't quite register the fact that her hair wasn't supposed to be red-tinged, he was almost giggling with excitement. He was high, and getting higher as her curved pink-painted lips opened to speak.

'Horace? Do you believe in love at first sight?'

Horace nearly gasped, now totally sure his dream had been a premonition. 'Yes. It's, uh, happened to a friend of mine.

'Well, you see, I've been keeping this a secret for a while now, and I think it's time I let you know. Promise me you won't get mad.'

'I promise.'

'I love...'

*sticks out tongue* I love cliffies! Anyway, that's two today! I'll try for another, but after maybe two chapters later, it'll be slowing down because ithe rest hasn't been written, but the plot's all ready! YAY! Reviews are loved!