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| Nightmare Part XXXII Kalen stayed with me through the night For we were both afraid for me to sleep Apparently, he was no longer worried about propriety, my safety coming first We talked, and cuddled and ultimately, watched the sun rise together I had wanted to spend the night looking for the other journals, but Kalen persuaded me to wait until day So now I begin my search, and Kalen resumes his post Perhaps I am wrong, but I don't think I will find them here, in her chambers And after several hours of fruitless searching, it seems I am right Hmmmm...where to search next? Her office, I think, yes, I'm sure of it Copyright � 5/28/2001Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Nightmare Part XXXIII After a small skirmish with Kalen about me leaving my room, which I, or course, won We made the trip to Taryn's office Far more furtively than necessary, in my opinion But Kalen was taking no chances Personally, I belive that whatever this thing is that Wilfred has harnessed, is beyond any conventional means of protection However, I don't tell Kalen this I don't see the need to cause him extra worry After all, there is nothing more he could do to protect me Now that we're here, I look around, trying to decide where to start looking I reach out with my senses, listening for Taryn's voice And I follow where it leads To what, apparently, is a solid wall Okaaaaaaay, maybe my spidey sense is off, but no, I feel strongly that this is the place So I stand back a bit, and study the wall Kalen walks up beside me "What is it you're finding so fascinating about this wall? It's no different from any other." "Yes, it is. I just have to find the difference." Kalen just shakes his head, having long since learned the uselessness of arguing with me, and joins me in my perusal of the wall Neither of us can find anything out of the ordinary though Finally, I close my eyes, and reach out blindly to touch the wall When I do, we hear a distinct click, and a secret compartment opens And, there among other things, inside rest two thick books Copyright � 5/28/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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