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Okay, so, this isn't a K-Pop fanfic. It's not a fanfic in general. This is a fantasy book that has been the center of my attention for a few years now. I just barely started writing it and it's nowhere close to being done yet, but I want to get some feedback on it so I know how to fix it in later drafts. Also, if you guys want to check out the prequel/sequel I'm working on for this, then you can check out my fake group that goes along with the book here: https://kprofiles.com/forums/thread...prep-entertainment-thread-fake-company.48023/
Feedback is welcomed. I think I'll post a chapter every day-ish? So there's my little intro, chapters will be coming soon!
 
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Chapter 1 (Part 1)

Trigger warnings (for part 1 & 2 of this chapter): Blood, mentions of death and mentions of guns

So many screams. Nothing but red and the smell of blood. The metallic scent was so strong that she could taste it in the air. It was all around her. People were dying, they were being shot down, killed, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She grabbed Toby’s hand and dragged him behind a crumbling wall. His typical calm expression was now one of panic. How had this plan gone so bad so quickly? It was supposed to be a simple job. Just rescue some of their troops from the Gray Mile.

Somehow, the guards had figured out their plans. Now her team was running for their life. Mila had been the first to die. Her best friend. Her sister. They’d been together since they were children. No matter what happened, Mila was always there to comfort her. Her soothing voice, soft gaze, reassuring words. She had always relied on those whenever she’d had a bad day. Now she’d never get to see Mila’s sunkissed face again, her soft chocolate eyes, the way she would cross her eyes whenever she thought too hard.
“Ara, what are we going to do?” Toby’s voice was quiet, so quiet that she almost didn't hear him. She looked over at him, taking in each small detail. In case she never saw him again. “Ara?”

She closed her eyes and nodded. She didn’t have time for silence. If she wanted Toby to survive, if she wanted herself to survive, she had to think. What would her father do?

“We can’t beat them with force. There are too many of them. If we want to get out of here alive, we’re going to have to sneak out. When we have the blood to cover our escape.”

“And leave Mila?” Toby pointed in the general direction their friend had fallen. “We can’t leave them, Ara-”

“They’re already dead!” she snapped. “I watched her die, Toby!”

Toby flinched at her tone. Inside, he knew she was right. He knew most of their group, if not all, were already dead. But he didn’t want to leave them. They deserved a proper burial. Especially Mila. The first person he’d ever fallen in love with. He’d never even gotten to tell her…

“We’re leaving,” she said, her mind made up. She wasn’t leaving Toby behind. She would carry him kicking and screaming all the way back to the base if she needed to. But she couldn’t lose him, either.

He nodded, noting the determination in her voice. The two peeked over the crumbling brick wall they had taken shelter behind. In front of them was a scene of carnage. Dead bodies littered the floor, covered in blood. Ara kept her eyes straight, not wishing to see Mila again. In the center of the room, five guards were fist fighting three rebels. Weapons and decency had since been shed, and now it was a pure beat down to the death.

She nodded to Toby, and the two slipped out from behind the wall. As soon as their cover was gone, they ran. They ran faster than they ever had towards the door. As soon as they reached the door, they were free. Free to live with the guilt of leaving their best friend behind, but they were still free to live. Free to go on more missions and watch more people die, wondering when your turn will come…

The door came closer and closer. It was so close. Three yards, then two. She was out of breath, terrified and injured, but she kept going. If they got out alive, then it would all be worth it. As long as they survived. The door was right there. She reached it, then turned around to see where Toby was. But he wasn’t there anymore. She surveyed the room, then saw that he’d been grabbed by one of the guards that had just been fighting. The two rebels were on the ground and two guards remained standing. They were the last two obstacles in between her and freedom.

And they had Toby.

One of them held up a gun to Toby’s head, his brown eyes shifting from him to her. She recognized that bloodthirsty glint. Her father’s eyes were never without it. She knew what he was going to do, even if she surrendered. Toby would die either way. He seemed to know it too.

His blue eyes met hers. “Go, Ara!” he screamed. She didn’t have to be told twice. She knew she would regret leaving him. She knew she’d regret leaving Mila. She knew this day would always live in her mind, the ghosts of her dead friends always haunting her. But at that moment, she didn’t care about anyone else. She wanted freedom. She needed to live another day. She had to learn who her mother was… Her life couldn’t be over yet.

So she turned around and ran. Behind her there was a scream, a gunshot, then silence. She choked back silent tears as she ran away from the bloody building. The red building, now painted with the souls of her friends.

She ran fast, but didn’t get far. A stinging pain hit her leg and quickly grew through her whole body. She screamed and hit the ground. She saw the red, coming from her body. It was everywhere. Red. Nothing but red. She heard a scream, then realized she was the one screaming. She was going to die. The red filled her vision and the pain encompassed her body.
 
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Chapter 1 (Part 1)
So many screams. Nothing but red and the smell of blood. The metallic scent was so strong that she could taste it in the air. It was all around her. People were dying, they were being shot down, killed, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She grabbed Toby’s hand and dragged him behind a crumbling wall. His typical calm expression was now one of panic. How had this plan gone so bad so quickly? It was supposed to be a simple job. Just rescue some of their troops from the Gray Mile.
Somehow, the guards had figured out their plans. Now her team was running for their life. Mila had been the first to die. Her best friend. Her sister. They’d been together since they were children. No matter what happened, Mila was always there to comfort her. Her soothing voice, soft gaze, reassuring words. She had always relied on those whenever she’d had a bad day. Now she’d never get to see Mila’s sunkissed face again, her soft chocolate eyes, the way she would cross her eyes whenever she thought too hard.
“Ara, what are we going to do?” Toby’s voice was quiet, so quiet that she almost didn't hear him. She looked over at him, taking in each small detail. In case she never saw him again. “Ara?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. She didn’t have time for silence. If she wanted Toby to survive, if she wanted herself to survive, she had to think. What would her father do?
“We can’t beat them with force. There are too many of them. If we want to get out of here alive, we’re going to have to sneak out. When we have the blood to cover our escape.”
“And leave Mila?” Toby pointed in the general direction their friend had fallen. “We can’t leave them, Ara-”
“They’re already dead!” she snapped. “I watched her die, Toby!”
Toby flinched at her tone. Inside, he knew she was right. He knew most of their group, if not all, were already dead. But he didn’t want to leave them. They deserved a proper burial. Especially Mila. The first person he’d ever fallen in love with. He’d never even gotten to tell her…
“We’re leaving,” she said, her mind made up. She wasn’t leaving Toby behind. She would carry him kicking and screaming all the way back to the base if she needed to. But she couldn’t lose him, either.
He nodded, noting the determination in her voice. The two peeked over the crumbling brick wall they had taken shelter behind. In front of them was a scene of carnage. Dead bodies littered the floor, covered in blood. Ara kept her eyes straight, not wishing to see Mila again. In the center of the room, five guards were fist fighting three rebels. Weapons and decency had since been shed, and now it was a pure beat down to the death.
She nodded to Toby, and the two slipped out from behind the wall. As soon as their cover was gone, they ran. They ran faster than they ever had towards the door. As soon as they reached the door, they were free. Free to live with the guilt of leaving their best friend behind, but they were still free to live. Free to go on more missions and watch more people die, wondering when your turn will come…
The door came closer and closer. It was so close. Three yards, then two. She was out of breath, terrified and injured, but she kept going. If they got out alive, then it would all be worth it. As long as they survived. The door was right there. She reached it, then turned around to see where Toby was. But he wasn’t there anymore. She surveyed the room, then saw that he’d been grabbed by one of the guards that had just been fighting. The two rebels were on the ground and two guards remained standing. They were the last two obstacles in between her and freedom.
And they had Toby.
One of them held up a gun to Toby’s head, his brown eyes shifting from him to her. She recognized that bloodthirsty glint. Her father’s eyes were never without it. She knew what he was going to do, even if she surrendered. Toby would die either way. He seemed to know it too.
His blue eyes met hers. “Go, Ara!” he screamed. She didn’t have to be told twice. She knew she would regret leaving him. She knew she’d regret leaving Mila. She knew this day would always live in her mind, the ghosts of her dead friends always haunting her. But at that moment, she didn’t care about anyone else. She wanted freedom. She needed to live another day. She had to learn who her mother was… Her life couldn’t be over yet.
So she turned around and ran. Behind her there was a scream, a gunshot, then silence. She choked back silent tears as she ran away from the bloody building. The red building, now painted with the souls of her friends.
She ran fast, but didn’t get far. A stinging pain hit her leg and quickly grew through her whole body. She screamed and hit the ground. She saw the red, coming from her body. It was everywhere. Red. Nothing but red. She heard a scream, then realized she was the one screaming. She was going to die. The red filled her vision and the pain encompassed her body.
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Arabella woke up on the ground of her cell. She’d fallen off her cot sometime in the night, and she was nothing but a sweaty mass of limbs and linens on the ground. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She could feel her heartbeat in her head. That had used to be a reassuring sound. It had reminded her that she was still alive. Now it just sounded like the gunshot that had killed Toby.

She sat up, hissing in pain as the gunshot wound in her leg shot a bolt of pain throughout her body. She ran a hand through her messy blonde hair. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. In for three seconds, out for three seconds. Then a gunshot.

Her eyes opened and her breath hitched. Why couldn’t she forget that cursed sound already? It had been three months since that night, since the failed mission. She had been locked up in this dingy cell since her capture, unable to forget the look of Mila’s mangled body, Toby’s frightened yet determined expression as he told her to run, and then the pain as she was shot. The aftermath of the fight, being told she was the only one on her team still alive. Being dragged into the van and driven to the Virelian prison, the Gray Mile. They had treated her leg, thrown her into a cell, then promptly forgot about her.

She’d since grown to hate the place. The cell was tiny, barely enough room for her to lay down without hitting her head on the wall. There were no windows. The only light came from the tiny window in the door. Three metal bars were the only things that allowed Arabella a glance into the outside world. But the Gray Mile was so boring that she hated looking outside. It lived up to its name. Everything was gray and depressing. Whenever she looked outside, all she saw was gray walls, gray floors, gray doors. Guards with gray uniforms. If Arabella ever got out of this place, she’d never wear gray again.

The only thing she had to keep track of time was meals. She got two meals a day. The meals were always stale bread and dry mashed potatoes along with a warm cup of water. She usually just picked at the food, but she was glad for the strict food schedule so she had a way to track days. So far, she’d been in the Gray Mile for 85 days, nearly three months. She’d lost any hope of anyone coming to rescue her. She knew they would’ve come already if they were going to rescue her. She knew she had a tracker in her, so they knew that she was alive. The only reason they hadn’t come for her yet was because she was now a lost cause to them.

That was fine. She didn’t care. It wasn’t like she was stuck in a tiny box with only an uncomfortable cot, one blanket and hole for a bathroom. Nope, she was living her best life here.

If there was one thing Arabella knew about the resistance, it was that they didn’t have room for failures. She was most certainly a failure. Who else went on their first mission, got their entire team killed and then got dragged off to prison? Not the Rebels of the Month, that was for sure.

They weren’t coming to get her. So she had to save herself. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure how to do that. Now she wished she had paid better attention in her jailbreak class, but she had spent her time writing lyrics in her notebook instead.

“Think Arabella, think!” she put her head into her hands. “How are we going to escape this place?”

First, she needed to get out of this cell. The only way to do that was through the door. She’d already tried many ways to force the door open, but none of her attempts had been successful. Most of those attempts had been kicking the door, as she didn’t have any weapons on her. That had just left her hurt leg even more sore than it already was.

After getting out of the cell, she needed a way to distract the guards. Something like smoke bombs. Arabella loved smoke bombs. Making them was the one thing she was actually good at doing. And watching them go off and cause chaos was amazing. Especially when her father had to come and clean up the chaos that the smoke bombs had caused.

Except she didn’t have any smoke bombs here, nor any means to make any. She also didn’t have any weapons, in case it came to fighting the guards. She was lousy at hand-to-hand combat. She worked better with her slingshot, but they had confiscated that when they had arrested her. So no weapons, either.

So if she made it past the guards, which was unlikely, she still had to deal with the traps. Each exit in the Gray Mile was famously guarded by traps that made it impossible to leave. No one knew what type of weapons were used to keep people out, because no one had ever lived past the encounter to tell the tale. Which was not helpful to her. If she didn’t know what she was facing, she didn’t know how to survive it.

The hardest part of escape was going to be getting back to the resistance. After escaping the cell, fighting off the guards and defeating the traps at the door, Arabella needed to find a way back to Caulden Reach, which was where the resistance was based.

“This is impossible!” Arabella groaned, leaning against the wall. Maybe this was the end of her. She’d rot in a cell for the rest of her days.

A sudden sharp, high-pitched sound broke Arabella from her thoughts. It took her a moment to place what the sound was. When she did, she realized that she might have the distraction she needed to get out of here. Those were sirens!

She peeked out of the tiny window and into the depressing hallway. Red lights were flashing, spinning around as the sirens continued blaring. The guards had all gone, probably to figure out why the alarms were going off.

Something was happening, which meant Arabella could now escape this place after 85 days of being locked up.
 
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“Once upon a time, there was a queen,” Pansy tilted the book up to Sunny, so her sister could see the pictures as well. The woman raised an eyebrow at her younger sister, unsure of where Pansy was going with this. “The queen’s name was Lola.”

“Is this another story about how mum won’t let you go to the night market?” Sunny put her head in her hands and sighed. “Pansy, I’m too busy for this right now.”

“Wait, you didn’t let me finish the story!” Pansy pouted. “And no, this is a different story.”

“Fine. But you have five minutes,” Sunny sighed, slumping a bit so she was more comfortable on her seat. They were currently in Sunny’s throne room, where she had been in a meeting before Pansy had come in and scared everyone off. She had promptly demanded Sunny’s attention with the newest picture book she had written.

Pansy grinned and flipped the page. The next page showed three smiling girls having tea together. The first girl at the table was the tiniest. She had long, brown hair that went all the way to the ground. She had bright, blue eyes and wore a purple dress. The second girl had short blonde hair and purple eyes. She wore a white and yellow striped dress. The last girl had black hair, brown eyes and wore a blue ball gown.

“Hey, why do I have purple eyes?” Sunny pointed to the photo. Each girl in the photo represented someone in Pansy’s family: the short girl was her, the blonde girl was Sunny and the last girl was Pansy’s mum, Lola.

“I couldn’t find a brown crayon,” Pansy said.

“And your hair is not that long,” Sunny gestured to Pansy’s hair, which was long but not as long as in the drawing. It went halfway down her back, not all the way to her knees, as she had drawn it in the picture.

“Let me have artistic expression!” Pansy huffed. “And let me read! I’m not leaving until I’m done telling you my story!”

Sunny leaned back on her gold and white throne. “Fine…”

Pansy squared her shoulders and read the words on the picture. “Lola had two daughters: Pansy and Sunny. Pansy was an amazing princess and everyone loved her.” Pansy flipped the page.

“Wait, what about me?” Sunny grabbed the book from Pansy and flipped through it. “Why does everyone love you? I’m the queen of Virelia!”

“Uh, not in the book, you’re not,” Pansy snatched the book back. “In the book, mum is still the queen. So everyone loves her because she’s the queen, they love me because everyone loves me, but no one knows who you are.”

Sunny raised her hands in annoyance. “Yeah, sure. I don’t believe that would actually happen, but please, continue.”

The next page showed Pansy and a blonde kid. Sunny figured the blonde kid was meant to be Pansy’s best friend, Nicky. “Pansy had a best friend named Nicky.” Sunny grinned. Called it, she thought as Pansy continued reading. “Nicky always got to go on super-cool missions. One day, Pansy asked if she could go on a mission as well.”

“Let me guess, mum said no?” Sunny put her head back on her hand, now getting a bit bored with this charade. If Pansy wanted to complain about their mum’s rules, why couldn’t she just do it in a normal way, instead of making all these picture books about it?

“Let me finish!” Pansy shrieked, waving a tiny fist angrily at Sunny. Pansy was sixteen, but she looked twelve. She was only 4’10” and everything about her was just tiny. Even her voice was still the high-pitched sound you’d associate with children. She flipped the page angrily. This next page had a sad-looking Pansy talking to a Lola with devil horns and a tail. “Pansy asked Lola if she could go, but Lola said no.”

“So what did Pansy do about it?” Sunny grinned, already knowing the answer to that.

Pansy flipped the page. “Pansy went to ask her older sister Sunny for advice. Sunny agreed to help Pansy and went to tell Lola that Pansy was old enough to go on super-cool missions with her best friend Nicky. Lola said yes and everyone had a party with cake and ponies and it was great. The end.” She closed the book and smiled up at Sunny, who was staring at Pansy with a look of pure befuddlement.

“You want me to tell mum to let you go with Nicky on his mission? This is your big plan?” Sunny rubbed your temples. “Pansy, you know she’ll say no.”

“She won’t!” Pansy stood up and showed Sunny the picture she had drawn of Lola agreeing to let Pansy go on the mission. “You’re her favorite! She’ll listen to anything you say! See? The pictures don’t lie!” She poked the picture a few times for emphasis.

Sunny burst into laughter. “Me? Her favorite? Ha! No, Pansy, if I ask her to do that then she will lock me up in the Gray Mile!”

Pansy gasped and shut the book. “Sunny, you’re a genius!”

“What am I a genius about?” Sunny raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused about this. But Pansy just hugged her sister.

“That’s an even better idea than having you talk to mum!”

Sunny just stared down at Pansy, even more confused than she already was. “Getting me locked up in the Gray Mile is an even better idea? What?”

Pansy put a hand to Sunny’s lips to silence her. “No! Be quiet, I need to work on my genius plan now!”

“Are you going to write me another children’s book about it?” Sunny pulled Pansy’s finger away from her mouth.

“Not yet. But I will once mum agrees to let me go on Nicky’s super amazing mission!”

Sunny laughed. “Yeah, like that will ever happen.”

“It will! Because I’m going to show her just how grown-up I can be!”

“By getting me thrown into the Gray Mile? I’m still not following here.”

“I’ll tell you later!” Pansy said. “But now, I have to get ready! This is going to be amazing!” she cheered as she ran out of the throne room. She threw open the large wooden doors, which slammed shut behind her with a loud BANG!

Sunny slumped down in her seat, exhausted. Every encounter she had with her sister took more energy out of her than it should have. Why couldn’t Pansy act like a normal sixteen-year-old girl for once? Obsess over shoes, or hair, or make-up, or boys, something other than trying to go on deadly missions that will end up getting her killed? Was that so hard to ask?

Sunny loved her sister, she truly did, but she felt sorry about whoever was going to have to clean-up the aftermath of Pansy’s “plan”. She just hoped that whoever it was, it was not her.
 
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“Okay, the plan is simple,” Pansy told Spindle, her pet hedgehog. She was back in her room now, trying to decide the best outfit to wear. She had decided that her purple dress was too conspicuous to wear on a top-secret mission and was digging around in her closet for an outfit that would make her practically invisible. She eventually decided on a black undershirt she usually wore with a dress that’s back was so low that Lola had deemed it as “inappropriate” and either made Pansy wear it with a covering or something under it. She paired this with a pair of her new black leggings and black boots she had stolen from Nicky.

Once she had gotten all of this pieced together, she turned back to Spindle. “In order to get mum to let me go with Nicky on a mission, I need to prove to her that I can be mature. So I’m going to go to the Gray Mile and find a bad guy to help out. I’ll talk him through his problems and take him to mum. When mum sees how he’s changed for the better, she’ll realize I’m mature and can handle going on missions with Nicky. Does that sound like a good plan, Spindle?”

She smiled down at her hedgehog, who was laying down on his stomach. After a lengthy moment of silence, Pansy realized Spindle had fallen asleep. “Silly hedgehog,” Pansy picked up her pet and placed him into his bed that was on top of her dresser. Spindle stood up and padded around a few times to find a more comfortable sleeping position, then laid down and went back to sleep.

Pansy went to her door and put her hand on the doorknob. “When I come back to this room, I will be an official member of Nicky’s adventure group.” She opened the door and went outside, excited to prove to her mum that she could do cool adventure stuff, too.
 

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“Once upon a time, there was a queen,” Pansy tilted the book up to Sunny, so her sister could see the pictures as well. The woman raised an eyebrow at her younger sister, unsure of where Pansy was going with this. “The queen’s name was Lola.”

“Is this another story about how mum won’t let you go to the night market?” Sunny put her head in her hands and sighed. “Pansy, I’m too busy for this right now.”

“Wait, you didn’t let me finish the story!” Pansy pouted. “And no, this is a different story.”

“Fine. But you have five minutes,” Sunny sighed, slumping a bit so she was more comfortable on her seat. They were currently in Sunny’s throne room, where she had been in a meeting before Pansy had come in and scared everyone off. She had promptly demanded Sunny’s attention with the newest picture book she had written.

Pansy grinned and flipped the page. The next page showed three smiling girls having tea together. The first girl at the table was the tiniest. She had long, brown hair that went all the way to the ground. She had bright, blue eyes and wore a purple dress. The second girl had short blonde hair and purple eyes. She wore a white and yellow striped dress. The last girl had black hair, brown eyes and wore a blue ball gown.

“Hey, why do I have purple eyes?” Sunny pointed to the photo. Each girl in the photo represented someone in Pansy’s family: the short girl was her, the blonde girl was Sunny and the last girl was Pansy’s mum, Lola.

“I couldn’t find a brown crayon,” Pansy said.

“And your hair is not that long,” Sunny gestured to Pansy’s hair, which was long but not as long as in the drawing. It went halfway down her back, not all the way to her knees, as she had drawn it in the picture.

“Let me have artistic expression!” Pansy huffed. “And let me read! I’m not leaving until I’m done telling you my story!”

Sunny leaned back on her gold and white throne. “Fine…”

Pansy squared her shoulders and read the words on the picture. “Lola had two daughters: Pansy and Sunny. Pansy was an amazing princess and everyone loved her.” Pansy flipped the page.

“Wait, what about me?” Sunny grabbed the book from Pansy and flipped through it. “Why does everyone love you? I’m the queen of Virelia!”

“Uh, not in the book, you’re not,” Pansy snatched the book back. “In the book, mum is still the queen. So everyone loves her because she’s the queen, they love me because everyone loves me, but no one knows who you are.”

Sunny raised her hands in annoyance. “Yeah, sure. I don’t believe that would actually happen, but please, continue.”

The next page showed Pansy and a blonde kid. Sunny figured the blonde kid was meant to be Pansy’s best friend, Nicky. “Pansy had a best friend named Nicky.” Sunny grinned. Called it, she thought as Pansy continued reading. “Nicky always got to go on super-cool missions. One day, Pansy asked if she could go on a mission as well.”

“Let me guess, mum said no?” Sunny put her head back on her hand, now getting a bit bored with this charade. If Pansy wanted to complain about their mum’s rules, why couldn’t she just do it in a normal way, instead of making all these picture books about it?

“Let me finish!” Pansy shrieked, waving a tiny fist angrily at Sunny. Pansy was sixteen, but she looked twelve. She was only 4’10” and everything about her was just tiny. Even her voice was still the high-pitched sound you’d associate with children. She flipped the page angrily. This next page had a sad-looking Pansy talking to a Lola with devil horns and a tail. “Pansy asked Lola if she could go, but Lola said no.”

“So what did Pansy do about it?” Sunny grinned, already knowing the answer to that.

Pansy flipped the page. “Pansy went to ask her older sister Sunny for advice. Sunny agreed to help Pansy and went to tell Lola that Pansy was old enough to go on super-cool missions with her best friend Nicky. Lola said yes and everyone had a party with cake and ponies and it was great. The end.” She closed the book and smiled up at Sunny, who was staring at Pansy with a look of pure befuddlement.

“You want me to tell mum to let you go with Nicky on his mission? This is your big plan?” Sunny rubbed your temples. “Pansy, you know she’ll say no.”

“She won’t!” Pansy stood up and showed Sunny the picture she had drawn of Lola agreeing to let Pansy go on the mission. “You’re her favorite! She’ll listen to anything you say! See? The pictures don’t lie!” She poked the picture a few times for emphasis.

Sunny burst into laughter. “Me? Her favorite? Ha! No, Pansy, if I ask her to do that then she will lock me up in the Gray Mile!”

Pansy gasped and shut the book. “Sunny, you’re a genius!”

“What am I a genius about?” Sunny raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused about this. But Pansy just hugged her sister.

“That’s an even better idea than having you talk to mum!”

Sunny just stared down at Pansy, even more confused than she already was. “Getting me locked up in the Gray Mile is an even better idea? What?”

Pansy put a hand to Sunny’s lips to silence her. “No! Be quiet, I need to work on my genius plan now!”

“Are you going to write me another children’s book about it?” Sunny pulled Pansy’s finger away from her mouth.

“Not yet. But I will once mum agrees to let me go on Nicky’s super amazing mission!”

Sunny laughed. “Yeah, like that will ever happen.”

“It will! Because I’m going to show her just how grown-up I can be!”

“By getting me thrown into the Gray Mile? I’m still not following here.”

“I’ll tell you later!” Pansy said. “But now, I have to get ready! This is going to be amazing!” she cheered as she ran out of the throne room. She threw open the large wooden doors, which slammed shut behind her with a loud BANG!

Sunny slumped down in her seat, exhausted. Every encounter she had with her sister took more energy out of her than it should have. Why couldn’t Pansy act like a normal sixteen-year-old girl for once? Obsess over shoes, or hair, or make-up, or boys, something other than trying to go on deadly missions that will end up getting her killed? Was that so hard to ask?

Sunny loved her sister, she truly did, but she felt sorry about whoever was going to have to clean-up the aftermath of Pansy’s “plan”. She just hoped that whoever it was, it was not her.
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