Light of the Midnight: We Are Celestial [BOOK 3]

Seventeen: A Circus and A Sanctuary

The above is the result of my calmly approaching someone who plagiarised My Own Star (the bottom message). She then replied quite rudely (the middle). I believe my reply was kind enough (the top). I would like to add that she then replied 'i hate u'.

For those of you who wanted to point out the parts she has plagiarised by commenting on her story, you can find 'My Starlite' on her profile.

Maybe it will prompt her to stop her plagiarism before I report her. I want to give her a chance. By chance I mean she has until tomorrow to change things up. You are all welcome to try and convince her of 'veering' in a different direction, or taking the story down.

She just uploaded the second part and it is literally like she typed out the next half of chapter one of My Own Star.

Please let me know if you think I was too mean, or too polite...I don't really know...

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS!? VVVV

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Seeing as Karianna lived in the city that never sleeps, New York, I was not surprised to find her sitting at the bench in her kitchen sipping tea.

After changing into our hero uniforms, Nightwing and I used a portal to get to her apartment. She seemed genuinely unfazed by our appearance, but stood and greeted us with a sigh.

I noticed that she still wore the gold choker with a red gem in it, that she wore as Siren. I wonder if...

"I think I know how to get his memories back!" I say quickly. Kari's expression is overcome with surprise and some sort of impressed smile.

"How?"

"I don't just have one special memory with him. Every single memory of him is special to me. So there isn't just one," I say, not realizing that I was actually holding Nightwing's hand.

Kari nods slowly, her index finger nail poking into her sharp cheekbones. Why is this woman not a model?

"That's beautiful. Ridiculous and repulsive; but beautiful," she says, walking towards us. I ignore her blatant dislike for affection.

"I'm not sure what to do about it, but I know it's the answer," I say, summoning the memory chest. Kari kneeled in front of it with a look of determination.

"Do you know what brought the memories of the others back?" She asks slowly.

"The sentimentality, I guess," I answer awkwardly.

Kari gives a small nod, as though I am right. she stands and turns to us. "I agree with your theory. But what you need is for something to represent every memory you have ever had together. For this you may need to enter your psyche and Nightwing's psyche via the chest. If you pick the right symbol, the Mother will return his memories," she explains.

I am overcome with anger at her words. Did she just say what I think she just said?

"The Mother will return his memories? So she's behind the fact that I can't get them back like everyone else's?" I say, midnight mana tingling in my palms

"In a way. She's withholding them, waiting for them to be accepted by Nightwing's psyche. So really, you need to represent the symbol to both him, and the Mother. Only that correct symbol can return what is lost; at least, I would assume so. I didn't think of this before, because you had no special memory with Nightwing. This makes sense," she says calmly.