Yeah, so I’ve noticed these are all really short, but I’m really, REALLY busy right now, and probably will be up until, like, the end of January. Sorry..I’ll try my best to keep up.


At once, everything ceased.

The howling wind returned to a calm breeze. The clouds slowed again. The ground stilled, although cracks were still noticeable among the dead grass. The ashes vaporized in tiny curls of flame, the red glow receding. Her wings folded away, her tattoos fading. Even the dark substance in her blood drained away.

“Nephthys?” Arion whispered. “Are you okay?”

Nephthys gave a weak smile. “How long has it been?”

“About two weeks,” Arion admitted. “A lot has happened since the fight with Lamia.”

There was a groan from Jason and a whimper from Cara-delle, as well as soft pattering footprints as the others burst into the clearing. Amarantha had her baton out and Jason her sword, while Winter and Artemis dragged the eavesdropper behind them.

“What happened?” Dee asked as Amarantha dropped next to Jason and began to treat him. Artemis did the same for Cara-delle.

Arion sat back next to Nephthys, still gripping her wrist in case something else happened. He began to describe it all, leaving out nothing. When he concluded, he was met with a stunned silence.

Nephthys broke it first. “I really did all that?” Everyone could hear the quaver in her voice.

Jason sat up, his eyes echoing the pain of his burns. “There’s more,” he told her grimly, nodding to Arion. “Tell her about Nobody.”

“Nobody?” Nephthys’s thin eyebrows shot up. “Did–did I throw him in the abyss?”

Everyone nodded.

Nephthys took a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh, great Lord above, save me from myself.”

Dee gave her a sympathetic look. “Hey, you saved us. Nothing to condemn yourself about. You were asleep.”

“Dee, I dreamed it all,” she whispered, horrified, then fixed herself. “Well, more like nightmared it.”

“So you knew exactly what was happening,” Winter said, turning up her sky blue eyes to stare at Nephthys.

“All the time,” Nephthys confirmed. “Like Schrödinger’s cat, both dead and alive.”

“Weird.”

“What else did you dream?” Artemis asked as she patched up the last of Cara-delle’s burned fur.

Nephthys’s eyes widened and she stared at the ground. “You don’t want to know.”

“Mmph.” The eavesdropper struggled in his net, but he still couldn’t escape. “Did it by chance have anything to do with the Overlord and Underlord?”

Nephthys’s head shot up. “It can’t be.”

“It is,” the eavesdropper grumbled. “Now can you get me out of this net?”

Nephthys stood up, shaking off Arion’s grip, and staggered over to him, tugging away at the net. “Hi again, Roran.”

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