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Terri Lyn Stanfield
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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