I'm really sorry guys, but I won't post the sequel til its all done.
Thanks for understanding though!
Here's a preview to the next book....
~ Waking Up ~ Chapter One
I peeled my eyes open, and a girl sighed, obviously relieved. I blinked, indicating that I obviously had no idea what was going on. She laughed.
"Whew! I thought you were in a coma! But it's okay, you'll get used to it here. This is your new home! Welcome to the Void, Everthorne. Can I call you Ev? Everthorne is SUCH a mouthful. No offense though." The girl said. I nodded.
"Thanks for the welcome. Yeah, you can call me Ev. But how do you know my name? Oh and, what's your name?" I replied. She sat criss-crossed on the bed I was on, and I noticed more details about her.
She had long, wavy brown hair, which had a thin crown braid across her forehead. She was wearing mascara, with light blue eyeshadow dabbed onto her eyelids. She had an hourglass figure, and I noticed her simple-but-effective diamond ring.
She must be married or engaged then.... I thought.
"Don't mention it. My name is Arukas. I am, well, used to be, the primordial of beautiful things. But one day, my brother got jealous and shot a killing curse at me. When you shoot a killing curse with sudden jealousy, Choas mist is intrigued, and brings the victim to the Void, which is now, home sweet home! We've built up a nice little world here, since it's just an unending universe. Oh, and new visitors also get little name-tag thingies on their pre-picked only-for-Void-Bringings dress!" She explained.
A lot was going on in my head by then. I mean, jealosy?
I thought Katriss was warming up to me! =(
Did I just think up an emoji?!?!
Yes.
Who are you?!?
Your alter ego. Here in the Void, you are able to connect with your alter ego, even change into them!
Really?
Really! It's so cool! Your life is SOOOO awesome compared to mine Evy!
OK....?. But what's your name?
Oh! I forgot. My name is Faie, (If you are one of the Big 6 do NOT comment about her. She wishes to be secretive. Lol)and I'm in middle school.
Middle school?
Oh, right, you don't know about that. Middle school is kind of years 1-2 in Hogwarts.
How do you know about Hogwarts?
Deary, I know about everyone's futures. I know who is going to win the war. But that can all be changed, by just one choice by you. Well, it could have changed. But now, it will go as is.
Huh?
Don't even go there. Can I visit you? Please!!!! All you have to do is just like, think of me!! I've always wanted to see you in person!
OK..... Just a second.
Kk! I have to go for a second, Molly is nagging me.
Molly?
Katriss's alter ego.
Wow.
I know? Well, seeya!
See ya?
I looked back at Arukas with a smile.
"Let's go over to town, maybe you can call over your alter ego! Have you met her?" She said. I nodded.
"Her name is Caitlin Faith." I replied. Arukas smiled.
"Mine's Sakura."
"Wait.... Isn't that your name backwards?" I asked, confused slightly. Arukas just snickered a bit.
"Yeah. It's weird how we're alter egos." Arukas replied. I nodded. Suddenly, Arukas got a glint in her eye.
"Let's call over our egos! Oh, and call me Kas." I nodded, and we walked over to the Plaza.
There were darkish colored booths, colored with dark shades of purple, pink, and blue. They shone with such brightness, that I thought they were made of stars.
They are made of stars. I heard Caitlin say.
Don't call me Caitlin. Call me Faith. It suits me betta.
O-K?
Kk! Thanks! Oh look, there's Sakura! It's pronounced SA-KUR-A. With the 'A's, not the 'A's.
What? That's not a very good explanation.
Oh, right. He he..
Kas and I walked into a little shop called the 'Lazy Corner'. It had couches, sofas, and loveseats all around it. The Lazy Corner was pretty big. Then Kas sat down in a plush-looking chair.
"Okay," She started, "Let's get straight to the point. To summon your alter-ego, just think of her, and then try and imagine what she looks like. Then, hopefully, she will appear. Got it?" I nodded.
Time to concentrate. I imagined a girl, with hair, and eyes.
So basic.
But, it worked, as a girl appeared in front of me. She had black shimmering hair, almost like silk, and cocoa eyes that seemed to capture the stars. (A\N If you get this reference I'll love you forever ;) Yay!! ) She took one look at me, and almost double over.
"Wow." She said. "You're real. I was convinced that you were just some voice in my head that proved I needed to go to a mental hospital for fangirls." I cocked up my brow.
"What's a fangirl?" Caitlin slapped herself across the face.
"Nothing, nothing." She murmured. Arukas then summoned heralter ego, Sakura, who was a pretty girl with brownish-black hair.
Our two alter egos squealed and ran over to each other.
"Sakura!"
"Caitlin!"
"Omg I can't believe you here-"
"And I didn't even know-"
"But it's so cool how we're both here-"
"It's so amazing!"
Arukas and I just blinked as the girls rambled on and on about random stuff like 'fandoms' and 'the art of fangirling'.
Honestly, it sounded fun.
But I feared the mental asylum.
Is there even a mental asylum here? I don't think so.......
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"
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
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Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question....
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Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
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The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
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And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
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There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
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Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
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Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
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(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
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Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
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The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
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And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all-
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
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That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
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And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
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Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
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But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
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And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
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To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"-
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If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all."
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
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After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor-
And this, and so much more?-
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
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Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
. . . . . . . .
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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
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Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
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I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
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I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
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Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
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Again, thanks for bing so patient!