@Clev

O_O So... Much... Goodness...

@Lani

Aw, thank you! :D I LOVE music. I spend A LOT of time finding the perfect tracks for what I'm writing. I have playlists for three of my stories. XD Fish, Mage-blood, and The War Was my Refuge.

AW, I just realized something! :(

"The Thief" was supposed to be right HERE:

      I stopped, freezing like a deer. Only a few meters ahead of me was a sleeping figure, laying on the ground.

I forgot to move it. :P

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All of You: Go look up the song Freeze You Out by Sia. 

I think I found the theme song for this Rp. 

Is it clean? *grimaces sheepishly* Sorry, I'm just reaaaaallllllyyyy careful...

It is!

I just got sidetracked looking for the Fantastic Beasts soundtrack. I found it, and it is now my writing playlist(For this, at least. Sia's still on here.)

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POV soon!

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Also... I may or may not have copy and pasted all of Naidia's POV's, typed up 500 more words, then printed it and gave it to my teacher :)

Awesome! Good for you!

Regina:

I stood at the cell bars, panting from exhaustion. My throat scratched horribly.

"Water.." I gasped.

The guard sneered at me. "Nope."

The cell was sweltering.  I couldn't take it. I reached for his flask that he had around his waist.

"NO." he snapped, slicing my arm with his dagger.

I slunk back into the corner, nursing my wound.

it would be the first of many before I was free.

Good POV!

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Nice! :D

Bump!!!!!!

Naidia's POV:

 It shouldn’t be that hard. Or it will be hard, and I just don’t know it yet. Well, I must keep walking.

As soon as it reaches nightfall, I find a good place to camp- under a tree- and quickly fall asleep.

I jerk my head up. Bells. That’s all I hear in my dreams. Or rather, nightmares. The nightmares about home. The ones that never go away. No matter how hard I try. They are the reasons I try not to sleep. The reasons I can never sleep, for the fear of waking up and finding that it isn’t a dream, that it’s real life. The fear of that my dreams really will come true. I know that most people want dreams to come true, but it’s a fear for me. It might disappear, but I doubt it. I never had these dreams before the war, at least not regularly. Now I have them nightly. When I still lived with Ben, and when I would have these nightmares in the middle of the night, Ben would come read with me in my bedroom, and soon I would fall asleep. Ben, well, I miss him. I hadn’t seen him since I became Guard Captain, and here I was going and rescuing Duchess Regina. I really am crazy. Ben always said I was crazy. I guess this is me just accepting it.

I get up and start walking. Alton must’ve slept, so if he’s still sleeping, that’ll give me a head start. The girl..Sisitne, or Tina.. she must still be traveling with him. From what I heard yesterday, she’s a thief. Alton is most likely captured her. Or she just kept annoying him. I always do that to Alton. Well, and I do occasionally steal from him. Stars, if he finds out about that, I’m dead. Very muchly dead. However, this girl, this Tina girl, she must’ve somehow convinced him to not kill her. Stars know I might’ve hurt her. Might’ve is a very important word in that sentence. Maybe I should meet her before I start making threats toward her.

As I walk, I see a girl that looks like Elena. Same hair, only down and on her neck. Same dark green eyes, although there are circles under them. Same pale skin, even though bruises were all over her skin. Same exact height. Huh. Either it really is Elena, or someone who looks almost exactly like Elena is walking around. I’m 99.9 % sure it really is Elena. Unless Elena has a twin sister. Which I would find very hard to believe, because Elena would’ve mentioned a sister. Regina would’ve mentioned that Elena has a sister. I would’ve found out, at least.

By the time I start getting a bit closer to the girl, I can see red hair poking up. Alton! Yes! I’m finally getting a bit closer. The Sistine/Tina girl is still traveling with him. Odd. I guess that he just let her follow him. I really just hope that he didn’t tell her where he was going. That would be a bit chaotic. Elena and I would have to catch up to him.

I quickly scale a near by tree, climb up to a space where if I jumped off the branch, I would land on my feet, and jumped off the branch. Right in front of Alton and Sisitne.

“Well, hello, Alton and Sistine,” I say.

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I don't think this went through the first time, so.

Naidia's POV:

. It shouldn’t be that hard. Or it will be hard, and I just don’t know it yet. Well, I must keep walking.

As soon as it reaches nightfall, I find a good place to camp- under a tree- and quickly fall asleep.

I jerk my head up. Bells. That’s all I hear in my dreams. Or rather, nightmares. The nightmares about home. The ones that never go away. No matter how hard I try. They are the reasons I try not to sleep. The reasons I can never sleep, for the fear of waking up and finding that it isn’t a dream, that it’s real life. The fear of that my dreams really will come true. I know that most people want dreams to come true, but it’s a fear for me. It might disappear, but I doubt it. I never had these dreams before the war, at least not regularly. Now I have them nightly. When I still lived with Ben, and when I would have these nightmares in the middle of the night, Ben would come read with me in my bedroom, and soon I would fall asleep. Ben, well, I miss him. I hadn’t seen him since I became Guard Captain, and here I was going and rescuing Duchess Regina. I really am crazy. Ben always said I was crazy. I guess this is me just accepting it.

I get up and start walking. Alton must’ve slept, so if he’s still sleeping, that’ll give me a head start. The girl..Sisitne, or Tina.. she must still be traveling with him. From what I heard yesterday, she’s a thief. Alton is most likely captured her. Or she just kept annoying him. I always do that to Alton. Well, and I do occasionally steal from him. Stars, if he finds out about that, I’m dead. Very muchly dead. However, this girl, this Tina girl, she must’ve somehow convinced him to not kill her. Stars know I might’ve hurt her. Might’ve is a very important word in that sentence. Maybe I should meet her before I start making threats toward her.

As I walk, I see a girl that looks like Elena. Same hair, only down and on her neck. Same dark green eyes, although there are circles under them. Same pale skin, even though bruises were all over her skin. Same exact height. Huh. Either it really is Elena, or someone who looks almost exactly like Elena is walking around. I’m 99.9 % sure it really is Elena. Unless Elena has a twin sister. Which I would find very hard to believe, because Elena would’ve mentioned a sister. Regina would’ve mentioned that Elena has a sister. I would’ve found out, at least.

By the time I start getting a bit closer to the girl, I can see red hair poking up. Alton! Yes! I’m finally getting a bit closer. The Sistine/Tina girl is still traveling with him. Odd. I guess that he just let her follow him. I really just hope that he didn’t tell her where he was going. That would be a bit chaotic. Elena and I would have to catch up to him.

I quickly scale a near by tree, climb up to a space where if I jumped off the branch, I would land on my feet, and jumped off the branch. Right in front of Alton and Sisitne.

“Well, hello, Alton and Sistine,” I say.

*dies* THAT WAS AMAZING. I only have time for a one-liner. :/

Sistine Machiavelli-

   My hand was instantly on the hilt of my knife. "Who are you?"

Thanks!

Naidia:

"Bella Anderson,"I lie perfectly. They can't recognize me. 

My POVs will probably along the survival type :3

Regina:

My wound was getting infected from the dirt in the cell. I tore part of my dress off and wrapped the cut.

Elena, Nadia, wherever you are, come quickly.

Love it!

I will TRY to get Izzy on.

It's probably reeeaaally bad that I want to see Alton's reaction..........

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I'm typing this up in this ink so I don't forget it. 

I need to get Izzy on. 

I must show you guys chaapterone! You guys will love it. It's very interesting. Besides, it'll be a celebration of this Rp! We've come so far. :)

I want to see his reaction too.

I want to see it too :3

I think everyone wants to see it....

Izzy! Get on here soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bump!

The cake that is rainbow!

Sherlock!

*Shrugs* 

It's totally not my ffault if I give this story to one of my friends... not Izzy.....

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I'm waitin' XD

Izzy told me to post this:

Alton's POV:

Why was she here? Naidia could get hurt, she could even be murdered. Sistine, well, she was a different story. She was older then Naidia, and could take care of herself in a fight.

"Naidia," I said, my face full of anger/worry." Why are you here?"

Bump!

Why am I here? Also, I'm Naidia. I think you knew that though. 

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There may or may not be a love triangle later..........

Naidia's POV:

Alton looked a bit surprised, and Sistine just looks surprised that I know her name. however, she puts her hand on the hilt of her knife.

“Who are you,” Sistine says.

“Bella Anderson,” I lie.

“You’re lying,”says Alton.

“Am not.”

“She’s lying, Sistine. Her real name is Naidia Lorea Mickleson. Bella Anderon is her alias,”says Alton. I scowl at him.

“Naidia, why are you here,” Alton asks me.

“Why would I tell you? Besides, you leading this and it being totally unfair is why I’m here in the first place!”

“So, Miss Sistine Machiavelli, where are you from ,”I ask.

“Redwater. You?”

“Swvelvonsky.”

“Oh.”

We stay silent for a bit, Sistine and I just looking at each other, and Alton staring at his feet.

“W-We should get moving,” stutters Alton. He and Sistine started walking ahead, but I quickly catch up to him. We stay silent for a bit. Then I start humming. Force of habit. I only do it when I’m bored, or when I’m walking, namely with who I don’t really talk to. So, I guess I do that at meetings.

Sistine has mainly kept to herself. I think she’s just scared. I guess I would be too, if I was in her place. Well, I have been in her place before, sort of.

*Flashback*

A young Naidia stands by her brother, Ben, while he watches his sister Lorela train. Naidia is hiding behind Ben.

“Naidia, she won’t hate you or hurt you. You’re her younger sister ;she’ll just be kind. She won’t hurt you, I promise,” says Ben.

“How do I know that? You or her could just be waiting to hurt me. Besides, she has that weapon,” Naidia said. She wanted to say more, but that was all the English she spoke, minus her name.

“She won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Lorela saw Ben and waved to him, then looked at Naidia. Her face changed a bit, then it contorted into a big smile. She waved to Naidia, and headed out of the room.

“Hello Ben. Who is this,” Lorela said.

“Lorela, this is Naidia. Our sister,” says Ben.

Naidia waves at Lorela, and smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Naidia. I’m Lorela. Ben- Wait, Ben. Can she even speak English??”

“Some English. Not much. I don’t know if she understands us.”

*Flashback End*

I look ahead. Alton and Sistine are ahead of me, WAY ahead. I must’ve stopped.  That doesn’t happen often. Odd. I start running to catch up to them…and slam into a tree. OWWWW.

“Naid, are you alright,” asks Alton.

“Yes. I just-“

“We should stop. Are you sure you’re alright,”asks Alton.

“Yes.”

Sistine sees that we are stopping, and jogs over to us.

“We’re stopping,”she asks.

“Yes,”says Alton.

I get up to move, and feel something trailing down my leg. Blood. From a scratch on my leg. Odd. Alton must’ve seen the blood, because he gives me a bandage.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“Welcome,” he says. Our faces get a bit closer, with me on the ground, and Alton trying to bandage my leg.

“What are you two doing ,”asks Sistine.

“She was bleeding,”says Alton quickly. He nods at me, gives me the bandage, smiles, and walks over to Sistine. They start talking, and I can’t hear them.

I’m still suspicious  of Sistine. That girl and Alton have seemed to be more friendly then normal.  Well, more friendly then he is to Marnie, Leon’s sister. Marnie, who is also a thief. Odd. Maybe Sistine managed to get some sense into him. I hope she did; that’d make life so much easier. Besides, I have tried to get sense into Alton. Sistine, however, is actually close to his age, while I’m 15. Alton’s 20. That gets annoying after a while, especially when he tries to remind me 24/7, 365 days a year. Or so I think. I have only been a Guard Captain for a few months. However, Alton and Lorela were good friends, so I met him when I was 12.

*Flashback*

A red haired, green-eyed, tan man walks out of the room that Lorela was just in.

“Captain Lorela, who is this,” he asks.

“Alton, this is Naidia. She doesn’t speak English, so I don’t know if she can understand us. She’s my sister,” says Lorela.

Alton crouches down, takes one of Naidia’s hands, and gently squeezes it.

“Nice to meet you Miss Naidia. I’m Alton,” he says gently.

Naidia waves her other hand at him.

“Alton, she’s twelve, according to Ben, and she still doesn’t speak enough English to understand a teacher here. That’s a bit worrisome. You have any ideas,” asks Lorela.

“I do know ,” says Naidia.

“She speaks,” says Ben.

“Oh, just shut it Ben,” says  Lorela.

“Well, you could always give her private lessons before you send her off to a school. Or she could just pick up bits and pieces of English, then give her lessons. I could teach her, if you’re too busy,” says Alton.

“Alton, you really would? That’d be great,” says Lorela.

“I could also teach her how to handle a weapon. Or I could teach her patience, if she’s anything like her older sister,” says Alton. He playfully nudges Lorela’s shoulder.

“You could teach her either of those. Besides, I’m not impatient, I just like to do things quickly,” says Lorela.

“What ever you say, Captain,” says Alton.

*Flashback End*

I laugh a bit. Alton has taught me something: That the best situations are when you and your Lieutenant are old friends. That might make the envoy a bit more bearable. Although, it’s only Alton, Sistine, and I. That should make it easier. Well, and Elena, if she ever shows up.

I quickly scale a near-by tree, and scout from the branch. Forests, rivers, and a sun that is setting. A calm evening. Sistine and Alton are down below, trying to sort things out. I just stay up in the tree. It’s quieter in the tree. However, there are birds. A lot of birds.

I hop down from the branches, and land, almost falling on my knees. 

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Pov tomorrow

Ok!

I'll probably not be on that much today. I have a pool party(In the middle of winter....just put me in the artic now....), later today.