The Place where Dreams Fade (Book Two of the Forgotten Truths Series)

Chapter Twelve: Wishes

~Wisp~

(A few days afterwards...)

She grumbled slightly.

Today had been a day.

Well, every day is a day, but this one was particularly rough.

  'Her Majesty' had constantly been barking orders at the two. Separated. Constantly. She always kept Myeong-Jun and Ken'ichi together, but with Rustic and herself, it was practically forbidden.

  Not like their relationship was anywhere close to what Ken'ichi and Myeong-Jun had made theirs out to be. —Maybe she had been listening to Rustic too much.

  Anywho, the group of maids she was assigned to watch over kept continuously "Getting distracted," and "Oh sorry, miss, we'll get right back to that!" Their issues seemed to be planned. It ticked at her brain.
Most likely Edge just trying to get her or Rustic to act up so she could send either out to the arenas.

People.

  Well, Edge apparently had some business to do, and her and Rustic were not needed. Wisp was just glad to get away. The whole atmosphere of those crooked halls was almost always... Off.

  Rustic was thrilled to be around her. She was too. Spending time with her best friend would always brighten up her day. They could just click like that.

~*~

  "Let's get out of this dammed place," She whispered to him in a slightly louder tone as they were a bit fatter away from that castle. A smile shone on her face.

  Rustic grinned from ear to ear. He was practically buzzing with excitement. It was cute — In a good, friendly manner, Wisp finally decided on.

  "Where to?" At least he tried to make and effort to whisper.

  "Hmm," She murmured quickly, and looked about, "Why not our old hang-out place?"

  He looked slightly confused. She just blinked at him. Really, she wanted to squeeze his head and scold him for not remembering. Nicely.

  Wisp just settled for grabbing his shoulders, and forcefully shake some sense into him.

  Once he looked startled enough, Wisp continued, "You know, the one like right above our room? We made it together!"

  "Oooh," Rustic now nodded. Wisp grinned; relieved.

  "I love that place!" He exclaimed suddenly, "Let's go there, like, right now!"

  Then, Rustic snatched Wisp's arm and —Nice and friendly— dragged her to their little "secret base." At least that's what they called it as kids. Probably wasn't too secretive now, but still a lovable place to go to. Also a good place to say words where unwanted ears cannot hear you.

  Members from the different tribes gave them strange looks. She just smiled to them, and waved to them clumsily before they continued their little journey. Ah, yes, she remembered. What's-her-face was setting up an All-Tribe meeting to... Unite the tribes? She didn't really follow through on some of Edge's ideas.

  Then, he did a karate-worthy kick to open her door, and barged themselves in. The two scared poor Hidden to death. She was reading one of Wisp's old books on her beanbag in the corner.

  Edge never really came into her room. Nor did she send any servants or guards there, as she did other rooms. Wisp remembered hearing her, in her usual, distorted grumble, ramble on about how her room was shaped too much like hers and her dead brother's room. Whatever that entailed, it was good for the trio.