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Sorry for not adding the Chapter earlier. Holidays are tiring – especially when there are four parties to go to in five days, and your parents pack the days full of stuff! *Huffs*. Oh well. Turns out my friend couldn't come over today (Something to do with her Grandparents) so I thought "Next Chapter!"

Anywhoos – it's sticking to Elayn, like I promised! So steal some cookies, a glass of milk and settle down comfortably for the longest Chapter so far!!

The wooden door was slammed open and I looked desperately at the person, hoping it was Kalan, but felt a swell of fear when it wasn't. It was a woman with hair like fire and emerald green eyes to match. She looked well built, and was looking at me with wary, worried eyes.

I crawled backwards until I felt my wings touch the cold wood at the end of my bed. Now, I suddenly wished I could place a shield around myself.

"What's wrong?" she asked, searching the room with her eyes in a flash, before turning her stead gaze back to me. I felt my fear burst in my belly as she took a step towards me, and I pressed myself harder against the rail.

*Elayn?* I heard the familiar voice of my kin-brother, and was washed over with a wave of relief. I felt too drained to answer, but just knowing he was alive made me relax. The woman took another step towards me, very carefully before asking her question again.

"What's wrong?" I flashed a glance at the door, the chest and back at her. Who were these people that could summon my vanished objects? "Nothing." I gulped.

I heard rushed footsteps from outside the door before two females entered the room. One had glorious golden hair that looked like it caught and captured sunlight, with pale skin and soul-watching sapphire eyes. The other was Claudia, the girl I'd willing lead me into a trap.

I hissed between my teeth, watching her as a look of shock spread over her face, some of my fear changing into anger. The golden hair woman placed her hand lightly on the shoulder of Claudia, as if to comfort her, before turning back to me.

"I see you've met my daughter, Claudia?" She asked with a tone of consideration. I locked my jaw and watched my knee as I pulled my legs up to my body, keeping a check on my fear and temper. When I didn't answer the lady went on with an oddly comforting tone, "We need to check your leg."

I glanced under my fridge at Claudia for two seconds before concentrating on the woman. I'm not letting her anywhere near my leg. "It's already fine." I muttered under my breath sourly.

The Golden haired lady frowned while the other strange lady huffed. "That tare in the skin caused you to lose a lot of blood and break several bones, and how you couldn't feel that amount of pain we have no idea. But if you don't let us properly heal it, you'll never be able to walk on that leg properly again." The fire-haired woman informed me bluntly. She was looking my leg over as if she already knew what she was going to do as soon as I said so.

The Kindred had females like this. They called their females who act a lot like this Curers, although I'm very sure that two-leggers – my type – didn't call them that. They help the males get healthy again, and are very stubborn, very kind and very snarly.

I don't want two stubborn, snarly unknown females on my case, and I don't want to be crippled...so...

I huffed internally and stretched out my 'damaged' leg, looking at the ladies with an emotionless mask, secretly fighting the fear in my stomach, mixed with the worry of my brothers whereabouts and the control it took not to snarl at Claudia... I watched them with carefully in case they wanted to try and attack me, like I suspected they would.

Especially Claudia.

She watched me too, though with swift glances of which I could catch only few emotions in her eyes: Fear. Annoyance. Sadness.

I shrugged the last one off – if she was so sad she could go somewhere else and cry. Git.

The golden-haired and the fiery-haired women smothered the old looking soup from the wooden bowl onto my injured leg, their hands so hot I was having trouble keeping my leg there.

Then a voice startled me from outside the room, sounded smooth, familiar and... Human male, "I wouldn't disturb them if I were you; Healers are very strict about visitors while they are healing." I clenched my teeth when the voice spoke, confused, fearful and annoyed about how people had come to be outside of my door's line of vision and I had not noticed there presence. I was usually very good at sensing everything about me...

Then, there was a very familiar growl that I loved to hear when it wasn't aimed at me, and I perked my head slightly when a white ear popped around the door's line of vision, followed by a head and a massive striped body.

I dropped the cold mask as my brother came in, just fitting under the huge wooden door frame, his scars from when I found him as a cub flashing intimidatingly at me. Any other animal, (or person for this odd matter), would have thought he was going to snarl at them. I knew my brother better than that, as his enormous grin matched mine.

*Elayn! You're finished napping! The two-leggers said you were okay when you woke but were scared, but I convinced Saetan to let me in!* Kalan'drios purred happily, lying down under the entrance when the golden-haired lady gave him an odd look. Actually he blocked the whole entrance... Kalan stretched out his hand and swatted my outstretched foot with his huge paw ignoring the narrowed-eyed glares that were thrown at him. I didn't mind.

"No one would want to stop something that huge charging at them." The fiery-haired woman muttered while wrapping a bandage of some sort around the bottom of my ankle. I vaguely wondered who in Hell would fine that cute ball of fluff scary, before Kalan's stare at me caught the attention of the chest of my things.

I gulped, my giddiness sobering a bit. Kalan saw what I was looking at, looked at it himself and back at me. *That's got your things in it.* He pointed out proudly, his mood not effected for a moment. I looked at him in horror and disbelief – doesn't he care?!

Claudia noticed.

"When we carried you in, your leg half healed,"- Kalan snarled lightly while Claudia explained –"we put you on the bed. As soon as that happened and Kalan left the room, everything just..." Claudia seemed to struggle for words at I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at the story, relief filling me up at a sort of reasonable explanation, but not showing the belief in case she was fooling me.

The fiery-haired women took over. "Everything, we think, that you hand ever vanish appeared centimetres below the roof and got dropped onto us." She said smugly, but with an amused and slightly fearful tone.

*It was funny.* Kalan growled a laugh. *The small man-bat got one of your shiny knives above him, and it dropped down inches from his nose. Every time he moved backwards he got another one dropping down on top of him. And the fire-hair boy got all your under-hides thrown on his head.* Kalan chuckled.

I tried to picture a man, like this fiery-haired woman, getting my underwear thrown on top of his head, while an Eyrien boy got deadly with knives above him. It certainly cheered me up and reassured me; Kalan doesn't lie.

This felt odd; I felt stuck between jumping on Kalan and making a run for it, and staying here and discussing leaving with Kalan at a later date.

The Healers stood up moments after each other, and the golden-haired woman grinned half-heartily at me, while the fiery-haired lady bit her bottom lip.

"It was an amazing defence; you certainly gave Papa a scare." The fiery-haired woman gave a small laugh when Jaenelle said that.

Claudia grinned slightly too, while I imagined the Eyrien male that was with Claudia getting a knife in his toe... Claudia's voice snapped me from my fantasy. "Mother, I just noticed Elayn hasn't been introduced to us formally. Well, she known's my name... but that's cause..." Claudia's trailed of, her grin turning into a grimace as she glanced at me quickly.

I gazed at her steadily, determined not to lose my happy feeling. That's right, I thought sourly, all I need is your sympathy...

"I'm Morghann, the Queen of Scelt and mother of Reon ." The fiery-haired lady held out her hands, her palms facing down. I stared at them blankly, not really sure what in Hell I was supposed to do. So I reached one hand up, and shook her smallest finger very hesitantly.

"Hello." I said cautiously. She started at me blankly for a moment before a huge grin spread across her face. So, shaking her pinkie seemed to work then.

"I'm Jaenelle Sadi, former Queen of Ebon Askavi and mother Claudia." She held out her pinkie cautiously. Odd how all the Human's stiffened at the same time at 'Sadi'. Was there something wrong with that last name? I shook her smallest finger. Jaenelle grinned happily at me, while from the corner of my eyes I saw Morghann roll her eyes.

Wait...is this a Queen's reunion or something? Am I in Scelt...or Ebon Askavi?

"I'm Claudia Sadi, daughter of Jaenelle and Daemon Sadi." Claudia didn't lift her pinkie for me to shake. Too bad, I thought bitterly, I wouldn't have shaken it anyways.

There was a small silence as I stared at Kalan's ear before Jaenelle broke it, "And you must be...?" She prompted with a slight chuckle. Silly of her; I am Elayn and she knew that. I wonder what douche bag, in his tigerish anger/worry, spilled the beans...

"Elayn, sister to Kalan'drios." I said simply, not putting in any important information.

"I see." Jaenelle said in a midnight voice. I saw Morghann shiver slightly and I turned my head to her, wondering why she was cold when it was boiling hot. I shrugged off her strange behaviour and felt myself sag slightly as my eyes drooped, a sudden wave of tiredness washed over me.

"You drained yourself, somehow, during the summoning of all your possessions and the shields that you placed around Kalan'drios. You'll need to rest now, getting plenty of sleep, and we'll send someone up in the morning to get you some food." Jaenelle's voice changed again, and I felt myself feel very confused.

"Can you send up Kalan?" I asked politely, wondering who they would send up instead if he wasn't allowed to.

"Kalan'drios is not a certified Healer, and would not help your recovery as well as a qualified one. I can't send him up here without him disrupting your healing process." She sighed. *And as we all know, males are fussy.* Morghann added on spear thread.

I huffed silently and mouthed good-bye to Kalan as his ears drooped and he crawled backwards out of the doorway, the others following him. I stared at the door as it closed with a soft click behind them, and watched it, hugging my leg close to my chest, with amazement.

As I settled into the boiling hot bed and closed my eyes, my last thought was the look Jaenelle gave me before she left.

I'm so glad, I thought warily, that I didn't tell her that she and Morghann, second only to the horrible dead bitch that birthed me, were the first two non-Kindred adult women I'd ever met in my life.

I woke from my dreamless-sleep with a whopping head ache. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my kin-brother was sitting on my head, although I knew as soon as the thought crossed my mind that that couldn't possibly be true. There'd be fur everywhere for starters, and I'd probably be at flat as the surface of water.

Speaking of water...

I sat up, feeling my throat as dry as sand. I gagged at the horrible flavour in my mouth and felt my stomach rumble noisily. Yuk! What had I eaten!

I coughed as the flavour seemed to rise into my mouth, and my stomach rumbled again, begging for attention. Then again, when was the last time I'd eaten?

I looked over to the bedside table and reached for the colourful mug. I took it and as I tried to pick it up, my muscles in my sore arm disobedient, the whole arm instead drooping to the side of me. I groaned as the pins and needles feeling spread through my right arm, knowing instantly that I had slept on it.

I reached with my other arm and found the mug quiet hard to lift. How long had I slept? I should go outside and get my muscles back into shape...

When I looked inside the cup, I felt revolted. It looked like the disgusting mouldy water I've found in ponds that were frog infested. What stopped me from putting it back onto the desk was the fact that it smelt wonderful.

I inhaled, smelling the aroma that smelt like the world at midnight, while at the same time the flowers at midday. Saliva instantly formed in my mouth and I took a small sip.

It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I coughed, the drink going down the wrong way altogether. My wings suddenly weighed a tone and I accidently fell sideways as I lost my balance. The drink splashed up from the cup and threw itself all over my face, hair and neck as I started a coughing fit. My right side of my hip hit the freezing floor and the cup itself was accidently dropped by me onto my toe.

I yelped and shoot onto my right leg, holding my toe and hopping around the room, my heavy wings not doing much to balance me, as my toe throbbed in time to my heart. I suddenly tripped over the cup when it rolled under my foot, and I was sent fly forwards back onto the ice cold ground.

I lay there, glad I was in clothes, while flinging Eyrien curses at no one, and snarled as the stupid frigging cup rolled past my numb face.

I lifted my good arm and hit it down hard on the clay looking cup. It crunched under my strength and got pounded into dust as I hit it over and over again, my short temper rising the more I hit it.

Stupid. I hit it. Clay. I hit it again. Cup!

I grew aggravated and threw a punch at the door that had swung open in front of my face, above the cup. I heard the satisfying crunch and reeekkkk! as the end of the door got smashed into the hinges, while the planks of wood closer to me splintered.

Just when I was about to laugh at the door, someone cleared their throat. I looked sideways at the two slim, white ankles, and then up at the male with luxuriously gorgeous brown locks, sun kissed skin and bright blue eyes standing behind them.

I stared at him from my uncomfortable position while he stared back, his eyes seeming made of dancing ice. How had I not heard them? After a few moments I spread my extremely heavy dark wings and bared my teeth. He looked at me, stunned.

Serves him right the little pervert. If I want food I can go downstairs by myself-

-A lady-like voice cleared a throat and I looked up at Claudia who was standing above me like a tower, and biting her lip like something was immensely funny and worrying. These people have the strangest emotional swings.

"What are you doing?" She asked in that tone her mother used on me. I'm starting to think it's a Healer thing.

"I tripped over"- I tilted my head slightly, indicating the powered dust, -"that." I tucked my sore wings back into their rightful position. In a swift movement I spread my hands out to either sides of me, before pushing up like I was rising from a push-up, and falling to the side, onto my tender and frozen bottom.

My toe still hurt, my stomach felt horrible, my hip ached and my leg felt like it was a hollow tree truck with a bee colony in it, not that I was going to tell them that. I pulled the hair that was plastered to my face off and ran my hand through it, trying to find out how much of that midnight-day soup-brew had gotten into it.

"I see." Claudia mused, and I huffed, ignoring the childish-tone that indicated a held back laugh. The male entered the room, looking at me with a sly grin, which I returned with a small glare.

"This is Damarlon. He's helping me today because...well, he's male. What can I say?" Claudia introduced me to the boy who seemed years my successor with a slight shrug – he looked maybe Claudia's age.

"Hey." He murmured, his greeting smothered in honey. Damarlon held out one of his hands while Claudia turned a bright red and walked over to the bedside table, vanishing the thing that was once a perfectly good cup, and the ruined door.

He seemed nice enough, but I knew human-males from watching them interact with my birth mother. They all wanted only one thing, and my mother always let them have it. I'm not the horrible whore that my mother was, and I won't allow males to pollute me with all that horrendous stuff I'd seen in my mother.

I reached out with my right arm, finding the smooth wooden end of the bed. My arm felt very weak, but I was determined not to touch that male. Or any repulsive two-leggered male for that matter.

Pulling myself up was harder than I thought it would be, and the discomfort in my hip and leg was overwhelming. I swayed slightly, and when Damarlon seemed to reach over to help me, I pulled away, noticing both Claudia and Damarlon watching me intently, like I was some sort of freak show. Claudia especially seemed to have her eyes almost popping out of her sockets as she watched me, the redness in her face seeming to subside.

I muttered an Eyrien curse under my breath when I noticed my box of treasures was still there. I wondered if my Craft was back, and deciding to test it, I vanished the box gratefully. Then I turned to Claudia.

"I get food, correct?" I asked, assuming that her mother had kept her word. Claudia nodded and plates of food hovered just above my bed. I saw three bowls of the same thing, the same time I saw Claudia turn and mix some greenery in a smaller bowl that looked like it was made from the same thing as the cup.

I stared at the bowls in confusion and distaste at what I could see.

"It's meat broth and bread." Damarlon stated to me, walking up to the opposite side of the bed to peer at it. I watched him as he nodded in confirmation and took a step back, deciding to turn his gaze on me.

I suspiciously looked at the 'food' then back at him, trying to determent if he'd put something in it. His eyes only silently urged me to eat it, his body language showing he wasn't going to interfere.

"We can't get you solid food yet, because you'd vomit it up as soon as it reached your stomach, because you've drained yourself and your body's recovering. You need to take small, controlled amounts of soft food for the time." Claudia explained, not turning from her work with her herbs.

I watched her mash three types together, and flicked a glance at Damarlon before the broth.

I haven't had bread for a while...

I reached out and carefully took a bowl. I pulled it towards myself, the aroma smelling wonderful but making my stomach churn with distress. I think I'm going to puke whether that's mushy food or not...

Dipping the bread into the bread, I probed the food before taking a nibble off the corner the yeast slice. It tasted different to me; I hadn't had bread for two years, after all.

I pulled a face as the very salty bread was swallowed, but if felt okay as it settled in my stomach. Taking a bigger bite was something I didn't want to do, but I felt drawn to it; it smelt too good. Within minutes I'd finished all three bowls and was sitting comfortably on the corner of the bed most furtherest away from Damarlon.

I felt better, but craved something different to the soggy bread that I had been given. As if the wish had come true in a twisted sense, a bowl of mush appeared in front of me from the soles of Claudia's palms. "Eat." She ordered. Eat? How could I eat something that looked like food that had been chewed up? I wouldn't even call it eating. I'd call it drinking with big lumps. Yuk...

"Don't scrunch your nose up at it; it's not like it's going to jump out and gum you to death. It tastes fine and it helps your leg, and the bruise on your hip." Claudia snapped the first sentence, and I was slightly taken aback. I resisted the strong urge to snap back, even when I saw Damarlon shift slightly like he was about to jump to her defence.

I roughly took it from her hands and she just beamed at me, her mood changing once again. I felt the opposite of her – grumpy. I took a mouthful and almost threw up everything in my stomach. I stood up and covered my mouth with my free hand, positioning myself so no one could see me in case I was about to throw up.

When nothing happened, I eyed the mix while hearing the soft chuckling and growling of the two behind me.

Never am I going to trust her with my healing brews...

"Taste horrible?" A soft male voice chuckled. I rubbed my tongue on the roof of my mouth when I turned around, trying to rid of the foul taste. Claudia growl at him warningly, and I felt an undercurrent of annoyance.

I didn't say anything, but Damarlon just laughed at my expression. "She has a nack for making all her brews taste-"

"-That's enough from you! It's not like anyone expects them to taste nice in the first place!" Claudia snarled. Then she turned on me. "Did you? You didn't expect that to taste nice...right?" Her eyes were pleading on her last word, and I looked at her in amazement. Mother never had mood swings this violently, and Kindred sure don't!

"Ummm...." I started, before Claudia interrupted me. "See! She likes it!" She grinned mischievously at me. Claudia then turned to Damarlon, who was looking at her, an eyebrow raised with his arms cross over his chest, clearly not impressed or persuaded.

"Sure, sure." He rolled his eyes and Claudia narrowed hers dangerously at him. I felt utterly surprised and confused; he's making her angry and ignoring all her signs that she's going to attack! Yet he seems okay with it, as if this was a game, like Hide and Tag.

"Out." She snapped, using her arms to push him towards the exit. He looked surprised, amazed and just leaned back, resiting. Claudia seemed to have to put a lot of effort into pushing him a few meters, and I noticed how un-fit she must be. I haul around Kalan all the time, so Damarlon would be reasonably easy, and yet she seemed to be having trouble.

These two-leggers are odd.

A few inches from the door, Damarlon's head swerved around and he looked at me. "See you round, if you make it past her." He indicated Claudia with his hand. I felt a moment of dread – was Claudia more powerful than me Jewel wise? Had her Opal strength in the woods when I had met her, been a mis-guider, like my Summer-Sky Shield?

The last I saw of Damarlon was his look of confusion as he was pushed out of the room –finally- by Claudia. She slammed the door on his face and spun instantly around. I had taken up the position of my arms crossed under my breast, and leaning on the wall during the confrontation.

Claudia was a bright red, looking sort of like a cherry tomato. Her eyebrows were knitted together and I was torn for a moment of rushing out the door and fetching Damarlon for her to take her anger out on, or bristling and snapping back at her like I was so use to. Then she did the weirdest thing.

She took two steps, collapsed forwards onto my bed, nestled her head into my layers of sheets and burst out laughing. I frowned and bit my lip, which tasted of the midnight-midday drink, and wondered what in the Forever Caves was so funny?

I watched her curiously until she came up for air, tears pouring down her cheeks. Weird, strange people...

I sat down again, folding my legs as I sat on the base of my pillow, studying her with a confused patience. I was so sure she was going to turn her anger on me, that her laughing was just puzzling; everyone who had ever been angry at me had never decided to laugh it out.

I endured the long time it took for her to at least be able to breathe normally again, which was about twenty or so odd minutes. What was so funny that she could laugh so long? Or, what had made her so angry? The only time I had laughed for that amount of time was when mother had gotten a large sum of her hair caught in the door, which was locked from the inside, and the key under the doormat she was standing on.

Claudia finally seemed to grasp that there was someone in the room, and cleared her throat politely as she moved over to one of the many wooden chairs that had been set against the wall. Once she settled down, Claudia smoothed over her dress and looked back up at me.

"I'm sorry about that." Her voice was very dry, and frankly I wasn't the least bit surprised. "It's just...usually girls drool at the sight of him and his group of friends, and today's the first day he's ever been turned down by someone his around own age. Sure, Damarlon's not cocky about it but you're...just..." Claudia chuckled, looking slightly light headed.

I just stared at her and shook my head with a sigh. Males are all the same, and they want for the same thing.

Claudia watched me with a preoccupied look on her face, and I wondered what was going through her head. "You don't talk a lot, do you?" she mused, sounding like all her energy was gone.

I shrugged, not really sure what to say, and looked over at the window which showed the sun setting in the distance. Or rising; I still have no idea.

"I'm not use to talking." I admitted sourly, and with another slight shrug. Claudia's eyes widened slightly as if talking with me was a breakthrough, and the highlight of her life. Which, I thought glumly, it probably was.

"Why?" She pressed, leaning forwards. I propped a pillow up behind me and leaned back. This was going to be a long day/night. Whatever.

"My brother." I answered, gesturing to the window, which showed only the sky. He was probably outside, and that's what I intended her to notice.

She frowned slightly. "I still can't believe he's your kin-brother. It seems so odd; he's huge for an Arcerian, and his Jewel rank is very high. It's hard to think of him other than scary with all that muscle, plus the amount of Jewel strength he's got."

I grinned, trying to picture Kalan as 'scary'. It just didn't fit my annoying fluff ball of a brother.

She grinned too.

I wondered where he was, and where we were. Obviously these people didn't mean harm to us - I'd figured that out a while ago- but they didn't seem to be helping be either; first they attack me, which I'm being healed for, and everyone shrugs it off, not telling me where my brother is, where we are and worse, they've banned him from coming in here altogether.

First things first. "Why did you guys attack me?" I asked suspiciously. Claudia narrowed her eyes at me, her grin vanishing, as she seemed to change altogether into something dangerous. "Why?" She crooned.

I blinked, confused once again at these people's strange behaviour. "Because I want to know what I did wrong." I retorted – it was obvious.

She changed back from the dangerous woman that had been in front of me a moment ago to the Claudia I'd helped. She squirmed like she had been caught red handed, and forced a small smile, which didn't go far.

"You didn't. The boyos and I, when we were raised we were taught by our parents never to wonder alone, and never trust strangers. The fact that I wondered off alone and I trusted you with taking me somewhere safe angered the boys, and you just...pushed them to the killing edge when you tried to escape. Daemonar reached the Killing Edge first and pulled you down, and on the way you torn the back of your leg open, tearing flesh close to the bone on a broken branch. The blood..." Claudia shuddered violently. "Males here protect and serve their females, and there was so much blood...it was horrible..."

I blinked, trying to clear my mind. Males...protect...? They...serve?

"And then your brother appeared on the killing edge, and at first we all thought it was an Arcerian that had smelt the blood and wanted you for food, and because it's in their nature, the boyos were torn between protecting me, and you, especially Damarlon and Liand. And then you got up and addressed Kalan'drios when my mother and some of the coven appeared...all that blood coming from your wound..." Claudia was as pale as ice, watching me. "You shouldn't have been able to stand..." She whispered, sounding dazed. "You still shouldn't be able to stand up... at least for another week...and yet, you were not moment ago."

The picture of me was pretty gross, I have to admit, but I'm no Healer so I don't see what's so wrong about that. Kalan has done that too on one occasion... Then I saw Claudia's face of ice. She shouldn't be that pale, or that worried about me. It was unnatural, and the only human I'd seen do that was my Mother when she was on her death bed. I didn't want Claudia to die...much.

I got up and crossed the room, sitting two seats down from her as she watched me with equal interest and fear. I'd never been so close to someone my age before... I reached out and hesitated, before patting her head reassuringly, like I did with Kindred.

"When you've lived the developing stages of your life with an 800pound Are-cer-ee-an," I clumsily pronounced what Claudia had called Kalan, "then you'd get strong like me... I think. 'Sides, I heal fast." I wasn't about to add the fact that I couldn't feel the wound, with the bemused look Claudia was giving me.

"How...old...are you, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked her emotions swinging once again, although her face still seemed too pale.

I thought about it for a moment. "Fifteen." I honestly hadn't kept track, but I'd found Kalan when I was thirteen, and that was two years ago. I found that when living among the Kindred, it wasn't your physical age that determined your 'age'.

"Good." Claudia grinned, the blood rushing back into her face as she got over the memory. I watched her suspiciously, seeing the glint in her eyes.

"Well, I've given you the Healing Brew, and you can walk...sort of. If I give you a cane to help you walk, do you want to find your brother and go outside?" She looked excited, like the Wolf pups when they took me to the edge of the pack and told me in whispers that they had planted a dead rat inside the Curer's Den's. I was very worried about that look.

I nodded hesitantly, not sure where this was going but thankful for a chance to go outside...and see my fluff ball of a brother.

"Okay, then let's go!" She jumped up enthusiastically and went to the draws in the bedside table desk, rummaging through.

I wonder if I should tell her that her Healing Brew had been tipped into one of the draws?

Okay so this isn't the best Chapter... but I have a plot in mind, people! If you guys have any ideas to add, please do.

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