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| Nightmare Part XVII "What?! Princess Tara?! What are you talking about? You never told me you were a princess!" "I never knew." "I don't understand." He said, looking at me strangely And who could blame him "Taryn's twin didn't die in infancy, Kalen." "Of course she did. It's a well known fact." "No, it's a cover up." "A what? tara, are you sure you're all right?" "I'm fine, Kalen." I bent down and picked up the book "Here, see for yourself." Kalen took the book from my hand. "This is the queen's private journal. You shouldn't be reading it." "I agree, but I needed answers, and I found them. In there." "Are you saying you are the twin?!" He asked incredulously "No, I'm not saying it, she is," and I showed him the passages, that such a short while ago had rocked me to the depths of my being He read them, then he read them again "I don't know what to say. I truly had no idea, Tara, uh, My Princess." "Now don't you start that title stuff. I was just being sarcastic. I know you knew nothing of this. Apparently, no one does. I need to read the rest of the journal, and perhaps the volumes that preceed it. I know it's an invasion of privacy, but for whatever reason there may have been, my family, my birthright, my sister, they were all denied me, and I WILL know why!" |
| Nightmare Part XVIII I told Kalen to make whatever excuses were necessary For I was not leaving this room until I had my answers I was hoping to find them in this journal Because I had no idea where to search for the other volumes I had never in my life been filled with so many mixed, and intense, emotions All those years when I'd wanted nothing more than a family of my own, I'd had one Did they watch over me in some way? Did they keep up with the events oof my life? All those years, I had parents Now I'll never get to meet them, to know them But I still have a sister And I will know her |
| Nightmare Part XIX I pick up the journal and begin reading again For a while it was just more of the same Nothing of particular interest to me Then the dreams started Like mine, at first, they were just unsettling But they grew progressively more terrifying and violent As they did so, she began to grow more and more suspicious that, somehow, they were caused by Wilfred Shortly after they began, he started making remarks with double meanings And she was sure she knew which one was intended About this time, another name began appearing regularly, Agatha But not enough was written to tell me who she actually was Whoever she was, Taryn looked to her for guidance, and I think, protection, against Wilfred Suddenly I am struck with a feeling of such urgency, it takes my breath away Whoever this Agatha is, I must find her, and soon |
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