The Unity of Spellbound Threads

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"Maybe there's a book that could help you, perhaps one by the name of 'The History of the Royal Family'?" Eira suggested.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Eira's suggestion. "A book? How could a book possibly help me understand these visions and connections? Whatever they are."

Eira smiled knowingly. "This book contains more than just history, Lilith. It holds secrets and stories that have been hidden for centuries. Stories about your family, your past, and if you and Andy do share a bond the book will tell you."

I felt a surge of curiosity and determination. "Then let's find it," I said, my voice firm. "I need to uncover the truth about my past and this connection with Andy."

Andy nodded in agreement. "I'll help you, Lilith. Together, we'll uncover the secrets that have been hidden for so long."

After a few hours of searching for the book Andy broke the silence. "We haven't found it," Andy said, his voice laced with disappointment. "We've searched every nook and cranny of this tree, and there's no sign of the book."

The guardian nodded sympathetically. "I understand your disappointment. Perhaps the book doesn't exist after all."

I was funming. "YOUR THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED WE FIND THE BOOK!!!" I screamed and started to pace around the room. Andy just looked determined. "I'm not giving up. There must be something here that can help us understand what's going on."

The guardian smiled. "Actually, I think I can help with that. Let me show you something." "AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO DOING THAT NOW?!" I screamed. "Now now Princess lets take a deep breath." Eira replies calmly. I glare at her, "I-" "Everybody out!!! He's here!!!" Chris yells running into the room. "WHAT!?" Andy screamed already panicking.

He sank to the floor and started hyperventilating. The squirrel immediately approached Andy, gazing up at him with his big, round eyes that always looked like they were hiding something. Andy met the squirrel's gaze, and his shoulders suddenly relaxed as if the squirrels gaze had a sense of calm. It was as if the squirrel's gentle, knowing look said, "Your ok, I won't let him get you, he won't touch you." Andy's panic began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and connection. He took a deep breath, and the squirrel's tail twitched in a reassuring nod.

Eira waited not a single second "Stand up there's a hatch you can use to get out of here!" Why didn't she say we. "Wait-" "No time, move move move!" Chris said not letting me finish. "No." I countered, only looking at her long enough to see her face  go from determination to surprise to fury. It was a brief change but it happened.
Then turning to Eira, "Why did you say-" I tried to ask but as always I was cut off. This time by a crash. "For goodness sakes! Can anyone let me finish with what I have to say!?"

"Princess, I believe that it's rude to raise your voice that loudly. And to think you would have learned it from your mother, she should tell you off... Oh wait, she's dead." That voice.... Andy panicked and scrambled towards the back of the room in fear. Chris raised a spear, and Eira took a small dagger out of her sleeve.
She then took two more and handed Andy one of them. After that she motioned to me to move towards her.

But I'm frozen I can feel his cold breath down my neck. I could feel myself growing weaker, and more tired. Andy's eyes went wide and he started to move towards me.
But I didn't see what happened next, because the world had gotten blurry and dark. I could feel my throat going dry and it felt like the blood in my body had disappeared. Then everything had gone black.

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I'm feeling overwhelmed and exhausted with everything, including my writing, socializing with toxic people, and trying to please everyone. I'm tired of pretending everything is fine when it's not and want to be honest about my struggles. I'm also feeling guilty for not working on my book every day and want to be able to take a break without feeling guilty. I'm too tired to talk about it and just want to be okay without having to explain myself. I want my lost inspiration and joy for writing back, and want to write again with passion and excitement. I'm done with pretending and want to be myself without apology or explanation.

Does anyone else feel like this? Overwhelmed and exhausted, tired of pretending, feeling guilty, and just wanting to be okay without explanations. Wanting your inspiration and joy back and you want to do the things you love to do with passion and excitement again. You want to feel alive again? Anyone else feel like this?

Be kind
Be considerate
Be thoughtful
Be loving
Be a good person

Byeeee
-Rose out

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