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You're almost there! Keep on walking under the sun with undeniable pain and a weak body, it feels like an endless journey, and I have to endure it. I had a choice to give up or keep on moving, and I chose the latter. Finally, I reach the gate with its walls that are so great, tall, and mighty. Pat yourself, Zeiah! Good job! You did it! I paused and smiled bitterly when suddenly every single thing turned dark. I feel nothing, completely nothing. What's happening? What's wrong with me? I can't breathe, Mama!

No, to correct me. “Did you know that the War of Thrones you are currently reading by James Hathwell is actually inaccurate? It is sourced by humans who plainly favor the Gods.” I tried to keep my breathing and voice steady out of respect for him being a Prefect before replying, “Naturally, Ser Orpheus. I was merely curious about the human’s point of view. I have already read most of the credible texts and was completely bored, so I decided to read from other sources, which led me to this section of human-authored texts. Does that clarify my choice for you?”

Feeling at a loss as to what to do with myself, I decided to explore the library. Wandering through the currently empty house on my way to the library, I begin to find myself feeling rather lonely. Flicking Kenzie a quick text to see what she is up to, I walk through the door and into the library. Perusing the shelves I see that the majority are classics such as Charles Dickens and Jane Austin. But tucked away in the corner I spy one of my favourite fantasy series. A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin. Curling up in the lone red leather chair I open the first book and begin to read.

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“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

However, for him, the only feeling welling up inside him are shame and restlessness. The lady had been silent during their entire trip back to the palace, and chose to heavily slam him with a punishment upon their arrival. First, she ordered him to fetch numerous books from the underground library. Then, manipulated his body to kneel in front of her as she sits comfortably in a couch, sipping her bitter tea. To summarize it, he ended up being a human table for her books in waiting, as she digs into them one by one. ‘How much of a villain could she actually be?’ he silently cries.

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