A/N: … 'Tis a miracle. An update. Shall wonders never cease?

The disclaimer from all previous chapters apply to this one, too.

Chaos reigned supreme in the theater. Audience members fruitlessly pounding on doors - which had mysteriously sealed themselves and become suddenly protected in what seemed to be steel – in a futile attempt to escape. The Sues in approximately the center of the large room standing about looking beautiful, strong, amazing, gorgeous, heroic, pitiable, vengeful, et cetra, et cetra. Milfoil frantically screaming into her microphone in a desperate attempt to restore order – er… let's just say she's not doing an amazingly good job. Aster being well… normal… for Aster.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…."

And the authoress who couldn't care less what was going on around her, because her nose was so far buried in her 'The Fellowship of the Ring' – for the second time - that it was highly likely she wouldn't notice if a nuclear bomb went off.

Speaking of which…

KABOOM!

Just kidding.

There was, however, something that had managed the extraordinary feat of wrenching her senses back to reality. It was none other than…

…a fly.

"AIIIIEEEE, DIE WRETCHED SPAWN OF THE FIREY PITS OF THE NETHERWORLD!!!!!"

Ahem. So, as you can most likely see, I, the authoress's muse, will be taking over the chapter.

It is, in my opinion a change for the better.

"I HEARD THAT!"

Which brings me to the rather odd fact that there are currently around three embodiments of the authoress in the theater, myself, the authoress, and Milfoil. Wonder If I can exercise control over all….

Aw, phooey. Foiled again.

Ah well, even a muse can be mistaken.

If you're wondering what form I take, it is usually either a flickering, white, humanoid shape, or her cat. Except when she's being hyperactive or overly cute.

Back to the story.

Anywhoo, the lead Sue, the blue-black-furred mouse, Ravenwing Amaria I'alaraka, Shinginglight Oarile Skychild, let her glistening ice-sapphire, sky-colored eyes travel the strange room. Her delicate yet strong paw had gone instinctively to the bejeweled hilt of her elven-foot, diamond sword, Deathsinger, when she found herself in the mysterious area.

A ploy, perhaps, conjured by her swore enemy, the Dark Vezalix Zelazaro, to capture and kill her, the Chosen One of the myths, the only living being capable of even raising a paw to defy him. Her midnight-blue, starkissed fur was cris-crossed with battle scars (which somehow only served to make her more beautiful) had endured many battles, her slim form clad in the brown tunic and darker brown vest, along with a navy-midnight-ocean blue skirt, which had long served as her only armor, patched in many places, yet flawless.

Let's get back to what she's actually doing, okay?

The Sue had taken to captives, a strange, uncivilized, savage squirrel, apparently calling himself Wakka, and an equally odd bean-like thing, calling itself Bob. She had not much luck in wrenching information from them, and now she turned to her last resort, letting a sparkling, crstaline tear slide from her perfect eye to gain their pity...

Alright, enough of the Sue-ness. I suppose I'm going to have to figure out someway to save them, aren't I?

"Oi, Paths! Get over here!"

"DIE WRETCHED DEMONS… Can't, Muse, we've got a fly infestation!"

"We've got a SUE infestation!"

"VERMIN! WORMS! FILTH-SPAWENED MAGGOTS!"

I somehow get the feeling she won't be helping anytime soon…

I'm going to have to do this myself, I believe.

And somehow, I think I'll be doing the next chapter.

A/N: Alright, I've wrestled the keyboard from Muse, and I'm back, for the closing author's note. Yep, Muse will be doing the next chapter, and probably all the others. That embodiment of me writes so much better.

Muse: Well done, human, you have finally accepted the obvious.

Me: … I can take away that privilege…

Oh, things should be back to normal (was there ever one?) In the theater soon. Give it two or so chapters.

Muse: *mutters* Humans… they're just too random.

Me: I heard that! I'm only near sighted, not hard of hearing. And glasses are annoying. Need to be washed too much.

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