I THINK IM GETTING PRETTY GOOD AT THIS. KEEPING A COMMITMENT. BUT I CAN'T THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY. WHEN I SAY KEEPING A COMMITMENT IM REFERRING TO ACTUALLY WRITING THIS. AND BY THE WAY, I SAID I WOULD WRITE TWO CHAPTERS NOT POST THEM. ;)
After Hyperion left, Chryzen decided to go back to her room to do some redecorating. If she could find her room, that is. She squinted her eyes really hard and looked through the walls. Oh look, Uncle Crius! What is he, oh, oh ok. She quickly looked away. Oh yes, there is her room. She walked there quickly, trying to avoid yet another member in her family. She didn't quite feel in the mood to converse with anyone. Unless they had grapes. Not that she could possibly eat them, she felt way too horribly bloated. She entered her room, only to find someone already inside.
"Hey Aunt Mnemosyne", Chryzen said dejectedly.
I'm just gonna think my words if that's alright with you.
"Sure", Chryzen responded. "Tis fine with me."
I think it is time for you to come to a meeting of the Titans and other deities. Even Menoetius goes, and he's little.
"Well fine then. If I have to", Chryzen mumbled.
"But don't expect me to be excited through out, I've been feeling moody lately.", she said.
IM SORRY. I KNOW IT IS SHORT. IM JUST RUNNING OUT OF INSPIRATION. AND WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THE SLOVAKIAN SPELLED (I think) CHEMICAL (I think). WHAT COULD THESE SYMPTOMS POSSIBLY MEAN? *snicker* I ALREADY KNOW SO NA NANA BOOBOO TO YOU! I, UMMM, NIGHT.