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Prologue ~ Tia [With "help" from Ari (and Ellie)]

     There's a specific feeling you can only get at 4am. There's an even more specific feeling you can only get at 4am on the first night of summer vacation, after waking up at 5am to study for both your physics final [ugh, physics] (but yay, it's over) and your chemistry final (yay, chemistry) [ugh, it's over] at the last minute, rocking two exams, making and eating an ungodly amount of chocolate chip cookies, and binge-reading your favourite book of all time (Beyonders: Chasing the Prophecy). That feeling is something you want to experience for every moment of an immortal life. 45% exhaustion, 50% joy, -20% anxiety, 5% nausea, and 30% of unknown but very strong emotion (yes, math, you love math) = You know what I don't even have a name for this feeling. Let's just get on with what happened that night [Yes, the reason we're actually here, I wondered how long it'd take you to get started].

     It is important to note that I am not sane [excuse me I think I need to laugh] (Tia, you're very sane) [No she isn't, Ellie]. I have done 23 overdue assignments, 9 regular assignments, 4 tests, and 4 final exams in the last 21 days. Even worse, I've barely read two words of something that isn't a textbook in three weeks (torture). To say my brain is a bowl of overcooked shrimp instant noodles is an understatement. And let's not speak of my imagination because even it could not begin to describe the agony it was enduri- [TELL THEM THE STORY TIA, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR NOODLE METAPHORS.] (I care about shri-) [No one else cares Ellie]. 

    Ok, ok, storytime. No more distractions [as if]. I was sitting [that is not called sitting, Tia] (yes dear, good posture is important) on my bed. In my room. The street light outside my blindless window was lighting up the pages of my book [this is why you have glasses]. That's when Ferrin knocked on my window. Now I know what you're thinking. "That's creepy, Tia, call the police or something" [that is what sane people think, yes]. But in my defense, Ferrin does not look creepy. His eyes look very normal, not like he's drunk or crazy or a hypnotizing immortal vampire elf that will trap you under his spell until you're swooning and acting like a peacock made of cotton candy [you're talking as though you know what one of those looks like] (have you really seen a cotton candy peacock, Tia? That sounds amazing!) [I meant she's acting like she's seen the vampire thing, Ellie] (oh. Have you Tia??) [CAN WE GET ON TOPIC] (you start-) [TOPIC. FERRIN. WINDOW]. Ferrin looks like the kind of guy you could never be afraid of [says the girl who's never seen his bad side]. And despite his best efforts, I trust him completely [you trust everyone completely] (that's not true, there was the guy in-) [shhh no spoilers, Ellie]. So obviously, I jumped off my bed, opened the window, and helped him climb inside (beginning our adventure!!).