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The Nightmare
The Prince of Qirynse thrashed around for about five minutes before he realized he was dreaming.
When reality sank in, he sat bolt upright and screamed, "Brendon, no!"
Then he jumped out of bed and ran outside, summoning the King of the Universe as hne did so. "Preston, come help!"
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Reply #861. Sep 17 11, 8:37 PM
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What he do?
Mehnyana tugged on his Mama’s arm. “’What he do?” His finger pointed tremulously at the paper lying face-up on the table.
His mother put down her sewing and knelt by the younger of her two children. “Nothing, Sweetie…” She paused, searching for some explanation to his question
that he would understand. “Sometimes, no matter what we do, other people are mean to us.”
“Why they not punished?”
“I don’t know, Honey, but I wish I did.”
Across the room, pretending to play with his trucks, eight-year-old Sikradu listened hard to their conversation, all the while thinking how unfair it was.
He knew the boy in the picture—his name was Sajivreya Mozyativa; the day before, they’d been playing tag and other games like they always did on sunny
afternoons. “Never again.”
Somewhere deep inside himself, Sikradu heard a voice mutter, “change has come to the Universe-and I hardly consider it good.”
Mehnyana tugged on his Mama’s arm. “’What he do?” His finger pointed tremulously at the paper lying face-up on the table.
His mother put down her sewing and knelt by the younger of her two children. “Nothing, Sweetie…” She paused, searching for some explanation to his question
that he would understand. “Sometimes, no matter what we do, other people are mean to us.”
“Why they not punished?”
“I don’t know, Honey, but I wish I did.”
Across the room, pretending to play with his trucks, eight-year-old Sikradu listened hard to their conversation, all the while thinking how unfair it was.
He knew the boy in the picture—his name was Sajivreya Mozyativa; the day before, they’d been playing tag and other games like they always did on sunny
afternoons. “Never again.”
Somewhere deep inside himself, Sikradu heard a voice mutter, “change has come to the Universe-and I hardly consider it good.”
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Reply #862. Sep 17 11, 8:38 PM
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The Accident
Kora ran into the room and stopped a few inches from the crumpled form, a look of utter horror on her face. The boy kneeling next to him stood up and faced
the speechless woman. “I came in here ‘cause I heard an explosion… thought maybe I could help somehow.”
A man stepped from the doorway then and placed a calming hand on Kora’s shoulder. “Mother, calm down… Whatever caused Alonso’s accident, Connor here is
not at fault.” The 23-year-old took in the scene before him, allowing some of his guard to drop. He nodded slowly, then slammed his barriers back up and
addressed the child. “It’s the poison-it’s back.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Perhaps you can yet help us.”
The boy looked up, his expression unreadable. “First, get your mother-and if the headmaster’s not with her…” Connor nodded and ran out of the room.
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Reply #863. Sep 17 11, 8:38 PM
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Switching Sides
The Fairy Lord put an icy hand to either side of his twin’s chin, chuckling at his brother’s apparent discomfort. “Think of this as a reminder, Vahri, the
next time you even think of switching sides!” He let his fingertips trail against the other boy’s throat, watched as tiny icicles formed everywhere he
touched.
The 11-year-old turned to go, his expression jubilant. Then, thinking better of it, he turned back. “By the way, you’re right.” Then he left, listening
to his half brother’s struggles to breathe. “Let that be your final lesson.” In half an hour, he’d check on the other boy. Assuming he was still alive,
Qydra was prepared to give Aivahri another chance. After all, he’d proved his worth in the past…
Meanwhile, Aivahri was just standing up. “You think you’re so clever…” The 11-year-old rubbed his hands together, still shivering slightly. “You didn’t
even check to make sure my Powers were truly inactivated, or at least…” His breathing slowed to a normal rhythm. “You never thought I could pretend, that
I could lead you to believe I was weaker than I truly was…”
But part of him knew it wasn’t all fabrication. “I don’t belong here and never did, and knowing that’s eating me from the inside out.”
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Reply #864. Sep 17 11, 8:39 PM
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The Critic
“I can’t believe I did that!”
Devlyn’s expression was sympathetic. “It could have been anyone.”
“I’m the teacher—“
“Which means what? Stop berating yourself for making a silly little mistake!”
“A silly little mistake that could have had disastrous consequences if—“
“The point is not the mistake itself, but that you took steps to correct it before it was too late.”
“Thanks to Tony!”
“No—thanks to the Protector, and thanks to your sharp mind and quick thinking!”
“You’re too kind.”
“And you, like the rest of us, are far too critical of yourself!”
“I guess I should thank you for not being a smart aleck about this.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I know you!”
“I may kid around with people, but I don’t laugh at their expense… besides, I love you.”
“What’s that have to do with anything?”
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What ever possessed me to write some of these?
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Reply #865. Sep 17 11, 8:41 PM
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The Curse
The Scenorian Commander grinned broadly. “I didn’t think he would, but… the offer’s right here—he’ll gladly surrender everything he has if we can only bring
his son back.”
Sergeant Aidan Maikata’s expression was incredulous. “And what’s to guarantee we will carry through? Perhaps we’ll just plunder everything and go.”
The younger man snorted. “Because of the curse I put on him some years back—and because of the prophecy.”
“You forget, Osendar, that I am Xynoran, and not a Scenorian at all!”
“And I, if you must know, hail from Sentoria! I’ve worked hard to get where I am and—“
“Calm down, calm down—I was only kidding! Of course we’ll follow through.” But you best be careful, he added to himself, lest I decide to kill you, too.
Later that night, a small bundle was delivered to the palace in Varsonyetruh. After two days of rest, Ontario was once again playing with his brothers and
crawling around. The family was very happy.
And then, a week later, the king received a summons. “Varsonyetruh was attacked in the night…” Orsevito Sr. handed the letter to his wife without looking
at her.
“I don’t understand why you have to go.”
“Because I promised—“
“Excuse me?”
“Here!” The king thrust a leather-bound volume at his queen. “It’s all in there; I’ve gotta go.”
Jasmyna watched him go, watched his shoulders droop as he forced one foot in front of the other. She tried to call him back—twice—but he insisted if he
didn’t do this, they’d all be killed. “Oh, Orsevito, what have you gotten yourself tangled in this time?”
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Reply #866. Sep 17 11, 8:42 PM
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The Electrocutioner
The Elecctrocutioner smiled. “You see, Constance, that I have the upper hand? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure your cooperation in this matter.”
The young woman across from him inhaled sharply. “There’s a world of difference between cooperation and coercion!”
Nytehro Murziano grinned. “I fail to see—and whether there is or not is of no consequence to me.”
Constance Ichco bit her lip in order to keep the tears from falling. She and her sister had been on their way to visit their cousin when Nytehro and his
men had surrounded them. “Tell me again what you want, and I’ll do it!”
The Electrocutioner shook his head sadly. “We’ve been down this road many times before, Connie…” Two fingers pressed against Rhoda’s bony throat. “It’s
too late to change your mind now.”
“Then why speak of cooperation?”
“Because…” Nytehro focused on the current flowing through him, concentrated on the fingers of his left hand, waited for the telltale hum before applying
pressure to the tender flesh… “if, after this lesson, you behave yourself, then I’ll ensure nothing bad happens to you.”
“Maybe I’d rather die like my sister than serve a snake like you—for if I marry you, I’ll be no better off than a slave!” Worse, probably, she thought bitterly.
“Suit yourself”—and the hum of electricity grew in pitch as sparks flew from Nytehro’s fingertips and his eyes blazed with hatred. “I don’t even know why
I even bothered giving you a choice!”
Rhoda’s limbs twitched violently, then the spark of life left her eyes. In spite of herself, Connie felt the tears on her cheeks—right before her knees
buckled. “What have I done?”
And then, he was towering over her, breathing rapidly in her ear. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
She turned to face him, the tears glistening on her cheeks, her fists clenched at her sides. One by one, the Stinokian unclenched her fingers, releasing
a torrent of searing-hot energy in his face.
Nytehro staggered back briefly, but recovered quickly, his face twisted with fury. “You’re going to pay for that!”
“At least I’m determining my own fate instead of caving in to another’s demands!” she retorted hotly.
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Reply #867. Sep 17 11, 8:43 PM
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The explosion
The car exploded the moment its tires encountered the hidden land mine.
When the dust cleared, the only thing on the road was a twisted-up pile of junk.
The mine had been infused with a magic spell to preserve at least part of the vehicle. The car's occupant, however, was instantaneously incinerated and
vaporized.
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Reply #868. Sep 17 11, 8:43 PM
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The Junior Doctor
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Dr. Garcia said, his hands shaking slightly. He’s… well, I don’t know how to explain it exactly…” The twenty-year-old
hesitated, aware how much sense his jumbled-up thoughts made—which was none.
“We were fortunate that cloud shifted and we were able to use our Locating Spells,” Sophia Cassanova commented—and silently, she begged the still form in
the bed to keep fighting.
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Reply #869. Sep 17 11, 8:45 PM
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The Letter
The thirteen-year-old's fingers trembled as he considered the letter. He knew it must contain a weapon of some kind. Why else would Aivahri be writing to
him?
"He murdered Uncle, now he's decided I'm next!" But why, a tiny voice asked, had he waited so many years if that was his intent?
"Who can fathom the mind of a Dark Warrior?" The Prince stared intently at the grayish-gold envelope, eyes narrowed in concentration.
"I should just burn it and be done with it!" But something made him stop and think twice about destroying it:
The outermost corner of the envelope was inscribed with a hand-drawn Golden Eagle that was turned upside-down. The Young Prince sat back, frowning.
"Of course, it could still be a trap, for the Dark know we never ignore a distress signal." He listened intently to something for a few moments. Then again,
there's the smallest of possibilities that we've misjudged Aivahri. Perhaps, just like the rest of us, he's fighting against the Darkness inside him."
One night in bed, The Prince was reading a book on Qiryntian history when a folded piece of paper fell onto the sheets.
When he picked it up, he noticed the same Golden Eagle, as was on his ring-the Qiryntian crest.
Heart beating like a drum, he smoothed out the paper and read:
My Dearest Ontario,
I have foreseen that I will not be around much longer. I regret that I will not get to see you grow to adulthood, but know that you will make a great man-and
a strong ruler.
Which brings me to why I am writing: Before moving back to Scenorian Palace with your Father, I signed a piece of legislation stating that, when you tuned
thirteen, you could accept your inheritance-just like your twin can in his Scenoria. But, I also stipulate that you must undergo a series of tests first,
which will be determined by your Trainers.
Alas, I know your Father wanted to add that in his Decree, but he never had time before he was called to war and...
Best of luck and lots of love,
Your loving mother,
Jasmyna Orsevehno,
Queen of Qirynse
As his eyes filled with tears, The Prince summoned his cousin's letter with a mental command. With hands that shook even more than usual, he slit the envelope
and read:
King Qodiehnto:
Your kingdom is being threatened by my twin Qydra, who has just become Fairy Lord upon the death of his father.
Ontario let the letter fall from his fingers, confused. "Why would he make a distinction between himself and his brother like that." He rubbed his temples,
feeling the beginnings of a headache setting in.
"Unless..." He trailed off, aware of just how ridiculous the notion was. Identical twins couldn't have different fathers! And Aivaihri and Qydra were most
certainly identical in every way. "Like Alonso and myself."
Again, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
Tired though he was, he knew there'd be no rest for him until he got some answers. "I've read most of this history, and nothing in here will help me..."
He tapped the spine of the book, then gasped as writing appeared:
Supplemental material can be found in the Scenorian volume under the subheading Khavatiro.
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Reply #870. Sep 17 11, 8:46 PM
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The Lesson
Katreena Kharvinosa held the struggling toddler down with one hand while she searched her husband’s gaze. “I agree—he must be taught a lesson, or he’ll
do it again.”
As if to punctuate her words, she tightened her grip on the child, eliciting a whimper from her son.
“Quiet!” The empress struck his face with her palm until he lay quiet, his eyes pleading with her for mercy.
She nodded at her husband and Conan stepped forward, his shadow looming over Fentyn, whose eyes widened in terror. Conan brought back his foot and kicked
out again and again, only stopping long after his son had lapsed into unconsciousness and his blood ran thickly across the once shiny floor.
The Emperor and Empress gazed down scornfully at the crumpled figure, his face and chest ripped open in several places. Without thinking, Katreena snapped
her fingers—and the gaping wounds closed.
Conan eyed his bride, his eyes narrowed. “It’s not what you think,” she was quick to assure him, “only makes the bleeding stop so we can clean up.” She
hesitated, and a challenge entered her eyes as she said, “or would you rather stain these beautiful tiles further?”
He shook his head, and the Empress waved a hand over the area. “There—isn’t that better?” When he didn’t answer, she continued: “What are you so worried
about? Fen’s only two years old, and already comatose ten minutes into his punishment. He won’t be surviving this!”
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Reply #871. Sep 17 11, 8:47 PM
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The Fairy Lord's Temper
“What do you mean you don’t know where they are?” Qydra Assa Volliyno wasn’t yelling—yet. Then again, the Fairy Lord had other, more profitable, ways of
getting his point across. And before him, the great Japhorian had employed the same techniques. Until he’d gotten killed, that is!
The 11-year-old gazed at each of his men in turn. “I want them found—and you’re not to come back here empty-handed! Bring them here alive.” He’d make them
suffer—and watch with interest as each lived out his last moments.
“You know I despise bad news!” Eldana cried out as Qydra’s fingers dug into his fleshy shoulder, then shivered violently as the Fairy Lord’s icy daggers
grew larger, covering his body in a matter of minutes—all except for his neck, which remained untouched.
The 11-year-old smirked, then brought his free arm around to crush Eldana’s windpipe. Not necessary, as the servant was dying anyway, but dramatic—and something
his other men would never forget.
Crack! Blood flowed from several deep wounds where the ice had punctured Eldana’s flesh, staining the ice coating the surface skin. At the same time, the
man’s lungs collapsed, and he would have slumped to the ground in a crumpled heap if not for Qydra’s arm of steel still locked around his throat.
The 11-year-old smiled down at his victim. “Almost done”—and as he dissected the servant’s corpse, he thought of doing the same to his twin brother—and
laughed uproariously.
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Reply #872. Sep 17 11, 8:48 PM
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The Object
“This is ridiculous!” Antonio Ramirez held an object close to his chest, and then extended it to Nicholys. The Elder Protector brought it in close to his
eyes, and then backed away, motioning frantically. “Sophie?” A door opened, and there stood the Silver Fairy. Tony beckoned with one finger. “We were wondering
if you could shed some light on this.”
Gingerly, his wife took the object between thumb and forefinger, turning it this way and that to reflect the fading light. “I’ve not seen one of these in
years.” She handed it back to Tony, whispering an instruction only he could hear. “It’s happened, then.” The two turned to Nicholys. “Nick, get the Prophecy.”
The Elder Protector did as he was bidden, pulling a book from the top shelf and muttering a command in some unknown dialect.
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Reply #873. Sep 17 11, 8:48 PM
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The Note
Loreyna nudged her offspring with one toe. She had never been one for violence, but right now the situation was urgent. “Lathiyna, it’s time.” The fifteen-year-old
groaned and tried to flip over, but his mother prodded his side more insistently. “Adriyn, please!” He opened his eyes wide, noting the urgency in her
tone. Before he knew it, she’d thrust a note at him and pushed him out the door, slamming it shut just as he reached the other side.
That had been two and a half years ago. He was nineteen now, and just barely understood what his mother had done for him. He understood, too, that once
again his life was in danger. But what could he do? Clearly, forces greater than himself had conspired against the young man a long time ago-perhaps even
before he was born.
A timid knock at the door snapped Adriyn out of his reverie.
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Reply #874. Sep 17 11, 8:49 PM
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The Prophecy
Rhozestheynta waved the Qiryntian over. “You’ll want this.” The 13-year-old stared down, his face for once betraying a mix of emotions. “It’s called a Camouflage
Ring. Fairy-made, and rare.” The Odomahra reached into his pants pocket. “And take these, too.”
Ontario’s jaw dropped. “What do I want with four of them?”
Tony sighed patiently. “One’s a back-up, in case… the other two are for those who would benefit most from a Protector’s Ring. Each has been keyed specifically
to your power. The only ones who are able to see them are yourself and those you wish to protect. If you think of any questions I haven’t answered, you
know how to reach me.”
The young man nodded, too overcome with emotion. As to questions, he already had one, to which Tony was already ready with a response:
“The time of the Prophecy is at hand.” He hesitated, then asked the one question that was on his—and every Protector spirit’s—mind:
“Has your Gift strengthened significantly in the past week or so?” Ontario nodded, and the older man relaxed. “I was half afraid I was being too hasty.”
Later, he sought out Nick Sentrohne. “I must speak with you.”
The Scenorian looked up from the page he was reading, took one look at the Sentorian’s face, and beckoned him to a private room. “What’s going on?”
Tony hesitated briefly, weighing his words carefully. “Several things: first, your niece Narrissa—“
Nick put up a hand. “I know, I know—Narissa’s joined the Dark side.”
The other man shook his head. “If only it were that simple…”
Just then, Nick’s younger sister walked into the room, took a look at Tony, turned around and fled the room. “What’s with her?”
Tony said nothing, but that silence told the Scenorian everything he needed to know: “She couldn’t have!”
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Reply #875. Sep 17 11, 8:50 PM
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The Picture
The same photo was plastered across every major newspaper throughout the Universe.
It showed a young boy, no older than five or six, lying facedown in the grass with his wrists and ankles secured with stiff cords to two sturdy redwood
trees. He’d been beaten severely, then left to bake in the afternoon sun. The caption above his head read: THIS IS WHAT MNOIBRVANA DOES TO ITS ENEMIES.
Mehnyana tugged on his Mama’s arm. “’What he do?” His finger pointed tremulously at the paper lying face-up on the table.
His mother put down her sewing and knelt by the younger of her two children. “Nothing, Sweetie…” She paused, searching for some explanation to his question
that he would understand. “Sometimes, no matter what we do, other people are mean to us.”
“Why they not punished?”
“I don’t know, Honey, but I wish I did.”
Across the room, pretending to play with his trucks, eight-year-old Sikradu listened hard to their conversation, all the while thinking how unfair it was.
He knew the boy in the picture—his name was Sajivreya Mozyativa; the day before, they’d been playing before like they always did on sunny afternoons. “Never
again.”
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Reply #876. Sep 17 11, 8:51 PM
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The Pessimist
Lachlainn Ferguson stared listlessly at a patch of earth. “Remind me why we’re doing this—I mean, seeing as how everything we do ends in failure—“
“My dear Lachlainn, I never would have penned you for a pessimist.” Fergus’s eyes bored into his older brother’s. “You remember Zameirta’s dying wish? That
we rid the universe of his mortal enemies. Now, they’ve made sure Mtthentok and Ethyravon are gone forever, too—and you have the nerve to question why
it is we do what we do?”
The 16-year-old’s jaw hardened. “If you’re blaming me for what happened—“
Fergus put up a hand. “Of course not—I’m just saying, don’t you go getting soft on me!”
“What kind of Enforcer would I be if I did that?” Outwardly, Lachlainn’s profile exuded confidence—and a bit of justified anger. Inwardly, though, he shivered—could
he really pull it off? Pretend to have a stone where his heart should be? Could he really kill the Gonzales twins—or stand by and watch someone else do
so? I’m sorry, Zameirta, but I’m not like you. His mind raced, thinking of how best to do this. Fergus cannot succeed—yet it must appear to the Universe
as if he has.
And what to do about Conan? The 16-year-old ran a hand distractedly through his hair. Who poses the greater threat?
They both do, but one’s more hot-headed and impatient than the other. Might I suggest, though, that you let someone from the Protectors help you?
“None of them would believe me if I—“
You never know—somebody might.
“And why should they?”
It was just a suggestion—but let me just say, maintaining your distance looks far more suspicious than requesting assistance.
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Reply #877. Sep 17 11, 8:52 PM
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The Price
Natalya O'Connor smiled cruelly. This was going to be fun!
The Queen of Stinokia put one delicate hand under the guard's chin. "I hope you remember the penalty for refusing me?"He nodded. "Good," she said without
releasing him. "Two days I will give you, no more."
Sojenka nodded again, and now she did release him. The guard staggered away, shoulders slumped. He couldn't do it, and yet...
The price to him and those he loved would be far worse if he didn't.
The Absolute Ruler watched him go, a satisfied smile playing about her lips.
"Oh, it feels so _good to make people do what I want!"
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Reply #878. Sep 17 11, 8:53 PM
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The Storm
The storm was the worst in the history of the universe.
For some reason he couldn't remember, he'd jumped rightinto the middle of the pond. On an ordinary day, the water would only have come up to the young man's
waist and flowed gently-but because of the storm, it was roilinglike a monster and was already shoulder-height when he jumped.
Not knowing how to swim, he sank like a stone. Plus, also for some unexplained reason, he had no desire to use his Powers to save himself.
And that was how, when the lightening turned the water into a fiery grave, a human became trapped in the middle.
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The queen of torment
Her fingers moved continuously, stroking this way and that. “Feels good, I know!”
The toddler whimpered softly. Fever had set in two hours ago, and his temperature was gradually rising.
"It is done!" the Queen in Name Alone exclaimed. "I will soon be with child, and this Young Prince here will soon succumb to major illness."
"Nicely done, My Dear." Viktorio reached over and hugged his wife to him. "The plan went off much better than expected!"
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