Kai: And... here it is. biiiiig chapter... and the last night for now. enjoy)
The eighth night
The dream began with a rabbit.
No, it actually began with a riverbank and daisies, but that was only a set-up, a mere background.
The real dream began with a rabbit.
It was about as big as a five-year-old kid, bipedal and vaguely anthropomorphic - or maybe it was a little kid with a pair of rabbit ears and a fluffy tail... The rabbit, dressed only in a vest and shorts, was holding big watches close to its chest.
She became vaguely interested.
She ran after the rabbit. One would think that she'd be faster that the kid, who was more skipping away in a hurry rather than running, halting to make a worried glance at the time. But no, no matter how fast she ran, the rabbit was still out of her reach.
Trees grew bigger and roots got larger. As she ran deeper into the forest, it became dark, that murky, looming kind of dark that condenses behind your back to lurk and send shivers down your spine.
She lost sight of the rabbit.
The forest was quiet, in the same way an audience is quiet in the dark of the theater, waiting for the curtain to rise.
She looked around. The place was completely unfamiliar - she had neither memories nor knowledge about it, and no clear path was seen.
Or was it?
Slowly, she made her way through ferns, towards a big tree that looked especially arrogant and proud of its long life and gained experience. She put a hand on the bark and traced one of many scars that an axe left behind. But whatever woodsman was trying to conquer the tree, has failed, and was long gone.
There was a door.
In between roots there was a round door, leaning on the tree. Her hand wandered down and fingered the surface of the door - she wasn't sure it wasn't some curious deformity of the wood.
Her hand met the hand of the door, a slightly tarnished round handle perfectly in the center.
She grasped it and pulled. Nothing happened.
She grasped the handle with both hands and pulled, pushing a foot against the nearest root to help herself.
The door didn't bulge even a little.
She kicked it angrily and let out a huff, turned on her heels and slumped on the ground, disappointment already creeping into her mind. Then, she leaned on the door, ready to think over what to do next.
With a yelp, she fell inside when the door burst open. In a blink, she disappeared in a dark corridor.
The door heaved a crack and closed shut. The handle went click.
It felt like water, but at the same time didn't. It was known to her that humans couldn't breath under water - and when she looked to check, there was to fishtail beneath her waist.
Was it water, or just slightly condensed, fluid air? She could care less, really.
She was slowly submerging, going deeper and deeper down the long well and spinning around to capture her surroundings. It couldn't be water, yet there was a cage with small colorful fish inside. Corals grew in small alcoves. Shells hung in the air, ringing like xylophone bars. But there was more - golden and green fireflies in bottles with foil stars on them, paper princesses curtseying to tin soldiers, gauze butterflies, glistering bug-shaped brooches, flocks of books, floating candles with wax pictures on them, magic wands and wooden flutes, bird feathers, pressed flowers and plants, beads of dried berries, and all other curious nonsense. She was gradually going deeper and deeper, past the shelves full of trinkets and jars and boxes.
It felt nostalgic, almost to a choke. Like all the days of one summer holiday, multiplied and condensed, captured and turned into a memorable piece of a puzzle you might never finish, because there were too much pieces that fit into a same place.
Her feet touched the ground. She looked up that instant, but could only see roots, going up and vanishing into the dark above.
Dark. That's right. It was always dark.
The realization made her want to get out into the light.
She felt her way around. Soil was under her fingers, full a thin cool web of roots that seemed like nerves. For a second she felt a cold tugging at her insides, and a small voice asked her what to do if there would be no exit.
Her hand felt empty space.
She slowly made her way inside the small corridor. It was narrow, so she had to go on all fours, forcing her way through it.
Just a little more, she thought. A little more and I'll be free.
The way became almost too narrow, and she struggled with admirable persistence, fighting her way out. She could already feel the fresh air from the outside, and that made her all more eager. Kicking away and grabbing at the soil beneath her arms, she pushed herself forward.
She thrusted both of her hands forward to grab at the ground farther away and pull herself forward - only that there was no ground.
Her arms flailed in the air helplessly. It felt heavy on her shoulders, and she leaned lower to ease the strain.
And of course, the rest of her just slipped out of the hole.
With a yelp, she fell down. A sound burst inside her head, and she kicked at an invisible enemy. Something was pushing her up, and she let that force carry her - emerging her from the water.
She looked around, still somewhat confused.
It looked like an underground lake, cool and mysterious. The light that was inhabiting it - for there was no source for it to come from, so it must have lived there, dispersed in the air - was bouncing off the disturbed waters, casting reflections on the arch of the cave. The air itself was whispering something, half-awake, half-dreamy.
Slowly and carefully she made her way to shallow waters, to where the wall looked thinner. She ran her fingers through it - a curtain of leaves. Willow leaves. She was underneath a big silvery willow.
One deep breath and she stepped out.
It surely didn't took her long to go through the garden. The multitude of multicolored flowers was entertaining, the amazing insects amusing, but was that it?
She felt sad. She dimly recalled how, when she was small enough, she used to open mama's umbrella, cover it with a bed sheet and curl underneath it. The umbrella had a thousand little stars scattered on its black fabric, and she used to light a lamp and look up at her own tiny starry sky, a little bit blurred and vague, but all the more like the real sky.
She felt sad once she couldn't curl under the umbrella just as well. Trying to only made her body ache.
There were other things she grew out of. Like toys. Or books that lost their magic charm over the years. Really old doodles she couldn't even figure out anymore, if it wasn't for scribble explaining them. Bits of stones and candy wrappers that lost their value. The thrill of climbing up the big stairs in the shopping mall, and how it became a mundane thing once she grew up. Like an old language she had almost forgotten.
- Still, what was the meaning of that? - she asked aloud.
- Shell is a wonderful thing.
She almost jumped and looked around.
In her wandering, she came into a forest of tall grass. On an oversized mushroom sofa a blue caterpillar was reclining, laying back with a stately air around her. Beside state, there were swirls of smoke coiling around, and it seemed as if they had a life on their own.
- What's about shells? - the girl asked.
The caterpillar bit on her long elaborate pipe and inhaled. The girl took her time to examine the caterpillar. It actually looked like a woman clad in blues, with a long caterpillar tail running from down her hips.
The caterpillar lady exhaled. Numerous bracelets and bells jingled as her arms moved.
- They are beautiful, don't you think? - it wasn't that the caterpillar lady was talking slow. It was more like she simply let the word dwell on her tongue long enough for her to savour its taste. She took pleasure in the sound of her voice, as if it was a person separate from herself.
- It's just... - the girl gave her a shrug, - There are so many things. Like decorations and fake covers, masks and the like. Do we really need them?
- But of course. Don't you find it interesting to look at person's back? There are so many things piled up on it. It is most amusing to piece them out.
- Well... I suppose they do tell about the person a lot, but... Do we really, really need them?
- Ah, what a delicious naivety, - the lady smiled and exhaled a ring of smoke, - And yet, such a bare, brave wisdom. Imagine what would it be like, to throw all of your covers away, and walk naked, proud, vulnerable, fragile, to ache at the every touch, to burn at the every whisper... To be a raw core, vivid, livid, living...
The girl shivered and hugged herself.
- I take it back, - she said, - It's scary.
- I like that about you, - the lady said, - What you said before. You are able to dream of something so pure and bold. I'm devoid of that, much to my regret.
- But aren't you the one? The one who's brave and strong?
- Brave? Strong? Those are not the traits I associate myself with. I'm what you may call intellectual. I gain my strength from my mind, bravery, from my analysis, victory, from my knowledge. Before my mind's eyes, everything is illuminated with a bright light. But you do know that where is light...
- There is a shadow, right? - the girl continued, picking up from where the lady trailed off, - And the brighter the light, the darker the shadow, was that it? But could it be that you didn't know something?
The caterpillar twirled the pipe in her long, clawed hands.
- Perhaps, I merely didn't wish to acknowledge. You must know that this is a secret I only share with you. I didn't wish to be flexible, not the way they wanted me to. I didn't wish to bend under their will... perhaps I too can understand why was they afraid.
- Um...
The girl blinked. Then, she frowned.
- This is going nowhere, - she said aloud.
The caterpillar lady looked at her with interest.
- It's all that Wonderland stuff, isn't it, - the girl looked frustrated, - Well, I know that won't do me any good. I just wish I was in a more interesting dream. I mean, I've got enough things to boggle my mind, can't I just have an exiting dream for one night?
- Interesting, - the caterpillar lady mused, a shadowy smile tugging at her mouth.
- An you just talk nonsense, - the girl gave the lady an offended look, - I just want to find one person! I even met two natives, but would they tell me? Nooo, they'd rather dance around, dodge the question and distract me.
- Exiting, - the caterpillar lady echoed, leaning on her hand and watching the girl. Fireflies danced in her eyes.
- I really wish to have dreams more exiting than that...
- Beware, little girl, - the caterpillar lady smiled, - You ought to beware what you wish for. Wish one more time, and you never know what it will bring you.
- So what?
- So... - the lady inhaled, exhaled, and looked at the girl. Mischief gleamed underneath the lazy haze of her eyes, - Are you up to it? Will you walk down the road, whatever it might bring you?
The lady dashed forward, quick like a venomous snake, and smiled pleasantly, her long silky hair surrounding the girl.
- Think about it, - she murmured, - Just one step, and there would be no turning back. The perfect moment of balance on the tip of the blade. The most alive moment before plunging into the oblivion. The crystal clear knowledge of everything that was.
- That was you, wasn't it, - the girl breathed out.
- Yes. This, too, I have felt.
The caterpillar crept back onto her mushroom cushions, and resume her lazy lay.
- So what would it be, - she asked, glancing at the girl over the smokes, - Do you wish to walk the road that will change your very being? Do you wish to walk the road that will crush you and possibly rebuild you anew? Do you wish to walk the dark road, lost and abandoned? It was three times that I asked you. You can still turn back, having wished only two times.
The girl watched the caterpillar lady and the coils of smoke so intently, as if a sacred runes would appear, revealing an answer.
- I won't be alone, will I? - the girl said, - Because you are abandoned just like me. Isn't that why I am you and you are me?
- But of course, - the lady smiled and closed her eyes, savouring the taste of her words and the smoke, - Say it and accept our fate.
- I wish for an exiting dream of a dark path, - the girl said quietly, but firmly.
The caterpillar lady smiled and put her closed hand forward, motioning the girl to accept something from her.
Into the girl's open palm she put a shard of dim blue.
And everything faded into a fog of smoke.
*~*/КТ/*~*
When Kathryn came to, she was in a corridor.
- Oh, great, - she said bitterly, - Very exciting.
The corridor had no roof, and there was a sunset sky overhead. She looked around, but the corridor seemed perfectly straight, both on her left and her right.
She fingered the wall. It was glistering.
Then she froze at a thought. She looked around once more, pulled at the nearest vine and climbed up the wall, nearly falling down in the process.
She nearly fell off it again, laughing.
- Okay, I take it back! It should really be exciting!
The girl climbed on the wall an stood up.
- Right, who knows where that worm is, I might as well walk around. Come on, feet!
Kathryn wasn't really keen on going through the labyrinth, but a walk across it seemed fine. It wasn't easy, though, because the walls were old and crumbling. The only thing that kept her going was a clear knowledge she was inside a dream, so she wasn't afraid to hurt herself.
Scenery changed around her as she was skipping along the walls. She soon discovered that she could fly - or rather, float like a balloon. It made her progress faster. She floated above labyrinth's corridors and passageways, drifted across the garbage heaps, and floated again through the Goblin City, skipping on the roofs.
Her destination, the Castle, loomed its walls above her.
She looked at the enormous suit of armor on the gates to the Castle, an decided against using the main entrance.
After all, she could fly to a degree, right? Finding a suitable window was no problem.
The Castle proved to be just as eccentric as the labyrinth itself. Kathryn wasn't really surprised; then again, she didn't really tried to work out how things worked here. The only time she took interest in her surroundings was when she stumbled upon a small door that reached up to her waist. She opened it to find a smaller door behind it, and just so, out of curiosity, she opened one door after the other.
- What would you know, Labyrinth is a Wonderland, - she mumbles, - Kinda makes sense... creepy kind of a sense...
She stopped at the last door, which was no bigger that her palm. That should be the last one, she said. Kathryn wasn't going to look for suspicious drinks, but she wouldn't mind one peek.
She opened the door. She blinked.
There was a wall of tiny red bricks behind the tiny door.
Kathryn laughed, closed all the doors and resumed strolling.
Later, she came across goblins, but they took little interest in her. They didn't seem quite as rampaging and crazy as she imagined them to be, and they whispered something to each other.
On a whim, she picked one goblin up, raised him at eye level and beamed:
- You remind me of a baby, - she said, trying to suppress giggles.
Goblin's brows furrowed:
- Nah-ah, no do, - goblin said, - Dat's what King seiz. No singin' without tha King.
- Okay, - the girl didn't argue, - Do you mind telling what's wrong here with the long faces?
Goblin's eyes shifted.
- Chickens, - he breathed out at last.
- What about chickens?
- They're plottin' a revolt, - he said. His voice was full of conspiracy.
- Chickens?
- Laugh all ya want, missus, - the goblin said sourly, - But when they rise, ya'll know, but dat's be too late for ya.
Then, the goblin kicked and sent her a rather ferocious glare, so she out him on a ground. He walked to the left. She thought for a bit and went to the right.
And then, she came across a black chicken.
It was an perfectly ordinary chicken, jet-black and busy-looking. It would stop to scratch at the floor from time to time, as if trying to dig a worm out of the stone.
Despite herself, Kathryn couln'd help feeling interested.
She followed the chicken, maintaining an impression of walking around at random; at times she thought that the chicken peered at her suspiciously, but what could a hen prove?
Kathryn followed the bird to a kitchen. She nearly lost sight of it, but soon found a small hole in the wall, hid by a dirty piece of cloth. She put the cloth aside and looked inside.
There were black chickens everywhere.
She blinked at the big black rooster with a chicken-sized helmet on its head. Apparently, she caught him mid-sentence.
The whole flock turned their heads and looked at her.
- Hello, - the girl ventured in a friendly manner, - Sorry to interrupt your scheming, really. As an apology, allow me to give you a piece of advice - since you are located near the kitchen, just give everybody some food poisoning. Peace out!
Apparently, chickens didn't like the fact somebody knew about their meet-up.
Kathryn ran through corridors frantically, ominous and persistent chicken flock behind her.
She didn't want to try out whether they could hurt you, dreamworld or not.
- Chickens! - she yelled, passing through the corridors at full-speed, - Chiiickensss!
The corridor suddenly burst open into a big hall. She still ran, and stopped only when she fell.
She rolled over and felt her way around. She was in a small hole in the floor.
She sat up and looked around.
Now the goblins looked perfectly rampaging and crazy, battling the flock of black chickens. Following the cries of the feathered brethren, other chickens gathered around the throne room. It hurt the eye to look at the mess.
Kathryn stood up and walked through the hall, dodging fighters.
There was a stairway going up. She fingered the wall, looked back at the battlefield, smiled and began her ascend.
Memory served her right.
It was that room where you couldn't tell floor from ceiling and where gravity worked in funny ways. The room, full of stairways an passages, each could be used at several different ways, walked at several different directions.
Not that she could actually see all of the above - her vision was limited, but from what she saw, the room of stairs was just as grand as she imagined it to be.
She was on a small platform. The girl came closer to the edge and looked down - and it seemed like a really long way. She could see only a couple of steps away from her, so she didn't know whether there was any stairs nearby.
- Oh well, who needs them, - she murmured, leaning forward, - I guess it's meant to be the all-or-nothing kind of way.
She smiled, even if only to reassure herself, and took a step into the thin air.
*~*/КТ/*~*
It wasn't that NiGHTS hated nightmares.
They were just another form of a dream. More than that, they were essentially what dreamers created, as no dream can exist without the heart of the Visitor. He didn't hate dreams, and he most certainly didn't hate Visitors, so he saw little point in hating nightmares.
Nightmarens, on the other hand, were a whole separate issue.
He was a free spirit, and he was all for remaining as such. He liked to roam dreamscapes and see different sights, different Visitors...
It wasn't that he was in full control of the dreams. Owl probably was, but not him. NiGHTS only could enter a specific dream if a specific dreamer was there - in other words, ne needed a connection. Any other time he just let the flow take him whenever he went.
It should be noted that Nightopia and Nightmare are neighbors. So the currents go both way.
The dreamscape he visited started as a rather innocent one, but gradually became dusty and dark. He was thinking about turning back and looking for some other dream, but then he felt some tugging.
There was a Visitor here, too.
He circled around a castle that manifested itself in the dream, and entered it via a window. It took him little time to adjust to the stairs on walls and the ceiling - he only had to choose where his floor would be.
- NiGHTS! - a familiar voice called out to him, - I didn't expect to see you here!
He looked around and saw a girl's figure one floor below. He flew down and approached it:
- Oh, hello, Kathryn! Fancy meeting you here!
The girl smiled.
NiGHTS had to admit he felt uneasy. The dreamscape was just too close to the Nightmare. He and Owl didn't quite agree what to do with Kathryn, only that they should watch her for the time being - but if he could prevent her falling into a nightmare, he was all for it.
- You can fly and you are a dream being, - Kathryn said, walking along the platform. NiGHTS eyes followed her, - So I guess it doesn't amaze you the way it does me. I liked Escher's drawings, and always wanted to visit the Relativity room.
She turned around, standing at the far end of the platform, and smiled:
- Dreams are so great because you can experience things you normally can't. I guess I should be envying you, NiGHTS.
Then, the girl took a step backwards.
NiGHTS actually shrieked in surprise and mild fear, and drilldashed forward, only to see Kathryn standing upside-down, laughing.
- That's not funny! - he said angrily, - I thought you would fall down!
- I'm sorry, - the girl said, smiling apologetically. Her smile widened, - Think of it as my come-back for the stupid bird.
- I don't like you, - NiGHTS announced, sitting in the air with his legs crossed and his arms folded under his gem.
- Oh, come on, - Kathryn said in a light voice, - I thought you meet all sorts of Visitors, surely you must have learned how to deal with them.
- No one said I have to.
- Oh, what's about helping others then? I thought you was the hero and defender of Nightopia!
- Me, a hero? I just feel like it. Besides, I like the place, so I don't want marens ruining it.
- What a selfish little creature you are, - Kathryn said with feigned amazement, - You broke my child-like illusion of a knight in shining armor. Shame on you.
- Whatever you say, - he looked around and found her walking though a passage in the wall, - By the way, do you feel like waking up soon?
- Why are you asking?
- Oh? No reason.
He lied.
It was already here, as if the whole room got submerged in water. They were in the nightmare territory now.
- Kathryn! - he called out, dashing after her.
He maintained his calm. He just have to make her wake up. He can always escape later. Just make the Visitor wake up - since she can't dualize for the time being, any serious battles would have to wait.
- Well, well, - a chillingly soft voice spoke, - Fancy meeting you here, NiGHTS.
The purple jester slowly raised his head in the direction of the voice.
There was a dark figure in a passage just above him.
It was a right choice to dash away, as Reala practically divebombed to get him. They clashed, kicked and dashed away from each other. NiGHTS glanced around him frantically, looking for the passageway Kathryn disappeared into; then, he flew in the opposite direction, trying to lure.
- Away with the wild chase again, are we, NiGHTS? - Reala taunted from behind him, - How long do you think you can escape?
- As long as I need to! - he replied and turned around to face him.
But there was nobody behind him.
With a chill a the back of his mind, NiGHTS silently cursed and dashed back, looking for Visitor and the pale maren.
He found Kathryn first; the girl was standing on the stairway, apparently trying to descend it backwards.
- Kathy! - he yelled, - Wake up now!
She looked up at him, genuinely puzzled.
A shleep jumped on NiGHTS back from the side, and he struggled to get it off.
- Just wake up! - he yelled again.
Not Reala, he thought frantically. The girl is enough problem as she is, she can't dualize, something's wrong with her Ideyas, she's stubborn as pain, just not Reala...
She was, indeed, enough trouble as is. She didn't wake up, she didn't ran away - rather, she ran towards NIGHTS with that determined look on her face.
There wasn't even any blue chips in sight - what was she going to do? Help him?
He fought the shleep off and dashed forward.
And of course, it was the very moment Reala chose to appear. He drilldashed out of the corridor just beneath NiGHTS, and the power of the impact sent the purple jester flying high up. Needless to say, there were a number of lower marens already waiting for him.
- Keep quiet, sibling, - Reala said, a menace in his grin, - I will get you in your turn. As of now...
All the marens, albeit low-level, were great in number, so when NiGHTS got rid of one, the other would immediately attack. That rendered him almost useless, so he could only watch his rival slowly approaching the girl.
- Kathryn, will you listen to me for once? - the purple jester yelled, struggling and fighting his way out of the maren mob, - Just wake up already!
The girl actually wanted to yell back that she was trying, but chose not to.
- Oh, do try waking up, Visitor, - Reala smiled, as if knowing about her futile attempts.
- I must say that I find it quite rude to be addressed as such, - the girl ventured, - I do have a name.
- Isn't that so, - his voice, albeit soft and velveteen, had a unmistakable layer to it in its depth. The layer that clearly conveyed a sense of grave danger.
The pale maren came closer, and drifted a little sideways. Kathryn followed, and she couldn't help the disdain at being the mouse.
Reala, of course, being the cat. And NiGHTS was still quite far away.
- So, wouldn't you give me your name? - Reala smiled an alluring smile.
- Shouldn't a gentleman introduce himself first? - Kathryn said, smiling a similar smile. She did felt nervous, she did felt intimidated, but she couldn't wake up, so all she could do was hopefully buying NiGHTS some time.
- Of course, - he bowed, not letting his eyes off his prey, - I am Reala, the general of Nightmare.
He looked up, to where NIGHTS was still fighting the marens off.
- I suppose you and NIGHTS are already acquainted, - Reala said with a almost transparent venom in his vocie, - So there is no need to introduce my sibling, too.
- Why, NiGHTS, you never said you had such a handsome bother! - Kathryn glanced up too, and her heart sank to see the jester making no progress in fight. Some self-proclaimed defender of Nightopia he is, she though bitterly.
She backed away a little and gave Reala a curtsey.
- I am Kathryn, the Visitor from the Waking. Pleased to meet you.
- The pleasure is all mine, - Reala's voice sounded almost taunting.
What a farce, Kathryn thought.
Taking cover in the deep bow of her head, she glanced back.
It was the end of the platform. Good heavens, that you for the help.
She jumped back and dived for the ground far below.
Kathryn had to admit that it was more of a desperate move rather than a clever escape, but she had little time to hate herself for the lack of ability.
Because Reala was close at her side, a perfect grin of a predator on his lips.
She gasped when he grabbed her by her shoulders. Her fall came to a halt when he plunged her into a wall. With her vision clouded and blurry, she could not see what was happening - she only heard NiGHTS shouting and Reala chuckling, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
There was a sudden emptiness inside her, so void and clear she felt like crying. A small part of her couldn't comprehend what had happened, and was yelling in denial.
It felt like something cool and smooth brushed her fingers, and she immediately grasped the object. Her blurry vision saw only a blue shine, and her arms felt some sort of a sphere.
Kathryn slumped to the floor, holding the sphere tightly.
- Is that all? - came a hiss from above.
Her vision was already clearing, so she looked up...
Then, she heard NiGHTS gasp in bewilderment.
Reala was holding a sphere at his arm's length, a disdain and scorn clear on his masked face. There were three other spheres he was holding in the other hand, al all of them looked the same.
Dull. Gray. With a shine you could barely distinguish.
- I know about you, - Reala hissed again, turning the sphere in his hand, - There's always a Visitor who would wake up when we drag him to us. He's a favored prey, that Visitor, because his Ideyas prove to be one of the best, but these...
His fingers flexed. Kathryn didn't even moved, and just stared into his face, as the shards of her Ideya slowly died away in the air.
- Impure, - Reala spat, and took another sphere, - Hopeless. Stale. Dumb and numb, those Ideyas are hardly worthy of our Master. You dissapoint me, Visitor.
She never tore her wide eyes away, she didn't make a single sound nor she looked at the shards. Her face looked like а frozen mask.
NiGHTS dashed at the pale maren, but the latter was already submerging into the black portal beneath his feet.
- I let you be as of today, sibling - Reala said arrogantly, - But do not expect mercy the next time we meet.
And with these words, the maren was gone. The purple jester almost cried in rage.
But then, his attention turned towards the girl.
She was trembling, her frozen, unblinking eyes full of tears.
- Kathryn... - NiGHTS whispered, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, - Oh, Kathryn...
The girl closed her eyes shut, spilling tears, and shouted.
It was a shout full of despair, grief and denial, and it resonated throughout the whole room.
And the echo didn't die for a long time.
Kai: Ahaha) cliffhanger, isn't it? I know, you'll definitely have some questions to us already - I think questions like "what knows the Owl?" =3 but I can't tell you - you'll see it. later. ;) hope you like our creation. =3
So, that's all - for now. We'll come back, I'll promise - we already know all the plot - just we must type it. =) but - oh, time, there are you then we need you? =( I'm on my last year in university, diploma and other "pleasant" things( Tai is also on her last year, and she have some problems with her education, so... I think you can understand.
may be there will be something before July and August, maybe not. I guess somewhere closer to the end summer we'll return to this story. =) Yes,yes so long - diploma and exams are waiting me and Tai ...and, heck - I need to get a job! or my mom gonna kill me =_=. heh, problems - here you are, as always...
well, anyway, for now - good bye! =) Until next time! =)
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