"So.. Do you wanna do anything tomorrow night?" Elyon tugged the ends of her braids, smiling as the night air chilled her slightly. She didn't mind though; it was a nice night.

"Elyon.. You're very nice.. But.." Elyon's heart sank a little in her chest. "You've just got too many crazy friends. I'm sorry."

She couldn't believe it. "Hey, hows it going?" She really couldn't believe it. Elyon pushed past Hay Lin and didn't stop for the other girls as Irma pointed for a man in ambulance-wear. Whatever it was could wait. A tear trickled down her left cheek.

...

"You guys, if we know Elyon is the princess, then how can we not tell her?" Taranee shook her head as she and the girls sat around at a diner. Will had let them go after getting Caleb help.

"I'm with Cornelia."

Taranee grimaced at Irma, the one time she agreed with Cornelia just had to be now. "If we tell her she's the princess of evil city, she'll think we're crazy! Where does that get us!"

"Oh.. I'm with Taranee."

...

"Cedric.." Lord Cedric had shoved he last of his books onto their shelf and turned to find himself staring down at Elyon Brown. Will's enemy and the heir. "Can I talk to you?"

"Always." He grinned down at her slightly round face, her faint smile countering the thick tears that soaked her cheeks. "I am here for your service."

...

"So Mr Perfect.. How do you feel?" Caleb grimaced, then tried to straighten his features; he didn't want Will to think he wanted her to go. But the pain in his head.. "You wanna go home yet?"

At this Caleb pried his eyes open a crack, his vision blinded by the bright lights overhead. Where was he? "Uhnnggh.."

"Oh jeeze, what, is that cave-man speak or something?" He didn't know if it was a concussion or some sort of Earth medication, but suddenly that was hysterically funny and Caleb cursed Will as he bore the pain that went with laughter. "Oh. Laughing at me, are you? You are a gentleman."

"Do I look like a fucking people-person?" He forced himself to sit, a strained breath catching in his throat, but it was worth it as he looked to Will, who sat on a small plastic chair, her eyes bubbling with mirth. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't help but grn faintly at her playful smile. "You look nice like that."

She stood then, arms waving direction to her clothes as she laughed at her own mud-coated clothes. "I should. I only fell twice tryna catch you every time Irma got 'tired' ..Or took a step." /he let himself sink back down onto the foreignly pristine white sheets and pillow he lay on. It was some form of portable hospital bed he presumed, though they weren't in a hospital. He could still hear the fair's noises in the close distance. "How's your Codeine?"

"My what?" Did she just say pony? He twisted on the bed and squinted at her, grinning when she tilted her head horizontally to match his own position, his head resting on the large pillow.

"Drugs. I guess they don't have drugs in Meridian, huh?" She returned her head to it's original position and stretched her legs so her feet rested on the side of the bed, "You. Look. Whacked."

He knew the phrase from Irma and Hay Lin, and delighted in her cracking up when he gave the obviously appropriate response, "Dude. I'm tripping."

He lay back, not wanting her laughter to stop as it lulled him slightly, relaxing more than natural, but not really caring because he was there, in that moment, and he had exactly what he wanted. She'd stayed behind when she could've left Hay Lin to call for her father. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and that made the friendship a real thing; not just his imagination or a one-sided relationship. Both of them wanted to be friends with each other and Caleb felt like the luckiest person on the worlds right then to have achieved his goal. "You know, I think you look a beaut lying all chillaxed like that. I may need a picture."

Caleb's eyes flipped open as he realized he'd had this dream before, though he'd thought this was reality. Now he couldn't be sure, but he knew at least that this time he couldn't do anything rash. "You know, I once heard this really odd thing about you.. 'Your imagination is a preview of life's coming attractions'."

Another laugh. "Yeah.. That's totally about me.."

"Oh. Right." He'd told her the wrong thing. He'd meat to tell her Tha Chálev tha eínai i ptósi tou tyránnou mas. Tryrant mas eínai o thánatos tou eaftoú tou. But that wasn't about her anyway. "..Wrong type of Will."