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The invisible girl watches girls with perfect make up and fashionable clothes chatting, giggling, and flirting with the guys.

So, this is a sequel to Hot Air Balloon, and it was written TODAY. Not at all edited or what it will be in the end, but it's a sneak peak, and I hope you all like it, because you inspired me to write it : )

Based off of the song Sunburn, written by Adam Young.

CHAPTER 3: THE RIDDLES IN VISIONS


    It’s happening again, Merlin thought to himself. The popping in his ear, the dizziness. The vision that was sure to come after he passed out.

    When the color came back to him he realized he was overlooking a small clearing in a forest densely packed with trees and shrubs.  

    The humidity was intense here and although he was helpless to look anywhere else but the scene in front of him, he was almost positive there was a lake nearby.

The Cultist's words

In the Oblivion, we shall shine,

A flash of light in the darkesk shrine.

Yes the darkness has claspt your heart!

And it leads to words, tart.

And then a feud will arise from this afare,

Your Involution in this, will only bring Despair!

But do not decrease your hope,

Darkness's hood will be looped in rope.

Yes even the Humble,

Will surely, without our help, Fumble.

Oh listen to the significance of my words,

Portaying good times, and as much freedom as birds.

"What's going to happen?" Rynere whispered, not moving an inch.

"What always happens." Tace took another step closer to the creature, placing himself between it and Rynere.

"What's that?"

"Oh, well, you know, it attacks Danid, you bandage him up and nurse him back to health. By then we'll be back at the palace, and you'll marry and live happily ever after. It happens every time."

 A Magic Book

I wait for them to go to sleep,

Sometimes late past midnight,

I go to my most secret place,

And read by candle light.

There are so many worlds to see,

Like Bear in the Big Blue House,

I close my eyes and pick one out,

This time it's Robin Hood Mouse.

I open up the magic book,

A blast of light comes out,

There I see from way above,

The mice just going about.

I see the dibbuns playing around,

Beside some food a cook,

 The Sugar Plum Fairy

The Sugar Plum Fairy is rare and sweet,

There's laughter where e'er she goes,

She brings such light and joy and love,

She's there when e'er it snows.

She lays a soft white blanket down,

It's glitters in the sun,

She helps the spring with its fresh job,

When all of winter's done.

When summer comes she does not sleep,

But reads herself away,

With biscuits and some cups of tea,

She waits for winter's day.

I wasn't planning to post twice this week. Then I found out that the Great Storyteller, Brian Jacques, is dead.
The Redwall books lured me into reading and hooked me forever. Oh, and writing. The first novel I started was a Redwall ripoff. I never finished it, but until this week I cherished the thought of sending him a copy of my first published book and a letter to tell him it was all his fault I started writing in the first place and - thanking him O so much.
So, without further ado,
Thank you, Mr. Jacques. Oh, so much.

It’s strange how people hurt you
Telling all their lies
Keeping all their secrets
Sharpening their knives
Whispering to others
Plotting your demise.

It’s strange how you trust people
At least, you do at first.
Until they’ve hurt you so many times
That you believe you’re cursed
Then they say that you were tricked
And that part is the worst.

It’s strange how someone loves you
And says he’s always there
Then, one day he’s gone
And it doesn’t seem fair