I Followed

I Raised

~~Zoey's POV~~

I did nothing. If it wasn't for them, I would be so much happier now. But I keep my head up, I remember that I always have my baby, I always have my loyal dinosaur... And I always have Rythian, the best man, if you can call him that, that I've known since a kid, that I fell in love with. That saved me.

"You know, I think Anna needs a bath." Lucie looked at me. Her red, spotty head shone eyes of dark brown as her petite cylinder body stayed put on the table, as always.

"Yeah, I agree" Tia hopped in. My mushrooms are always against me, in the jokiest way possible, with things that I overlook.

"I really don't think that Anna needs a bath," I laugh, sliding off the dark brown table I was resting on "We washed her on Tuesday"

"But the Kingdom want her perfect" Rythian interrupted. He wrapped his arms around me lovingly from the back, but I'm not into the mushy stuff.

"Uh... Nuh-uh" I smiled. My mushrooms smiled too, but probably because of Rythian's romantic interaction, not my response to said reaction. I then realised; Duncan's gone. Forever. I sighed, looking at the floor. He was never coming back.

Rythian sighed, not sure if it was with impatience or sadness, and attempted to wrap his arms around me again. I didn't resist. I needed a hug, and one from Rythian is heaven. My mood had just crashed like my heart when Duncan died. I didn't love him. But he loved me. Three of his lasts words were 'I love you'. And to make it worse, the one after that was 'Zoey'. Then he died in my arms.Then Rythian spoke quietly. "Hey, Zoey, what's wrong? You were so happy a second ago."

"I..." My words got caught in a net of sadness, "Duncan... He's gone." I closed my eyes, folding my arms around Rythian's, which were around my chest. "He's gone forever, and he's never coming back. And think of Rata. Sips is gone. The castle is full of colour again, but the painting will never be complete." I let a tear escape my eye, as if it was going home from prison to see it's family, and Rythian and I just stood there in silence for a second, leaning on each other.

"Listen. I know the painting is a bit colourless." Rythian continues my metahpor perfectly, as though he pictured the same thing in his head, "But, don't forget, the painting has a new member." He smiles, and I twist my head around awkwardly to look at his face, and his wonderous, violet eyes meet my confused, orange eyes. "We have a little girl who needs to be looked after. And the death of a friend will not get me down. I know it sounds harsh, but we have to forget him, as if he was never there. And I also understand that you recently got your memory back, and it's strange that you can suddenly remember everything again, some of which you have to forget instantly. Sjin and I promised to never say anything about this war again, pretend it wasn't real, for our Kingdom's sake. For our Kingdom's future." He loosened his arms, and I glided around to meet him face to face. We stood in silence again, and occasionally opened our mouths, as if to say something, but the room had been emptied of words. We just stared at each other.

"Rythian?" I questioned, shattering the silence with a soft tone.

"Yes?" He smiled again. His smile never got old, but I wondered how he did smile sometimes. I guess it's best to forget that sort of stuff.

I took a deep inhale of breath. "I love you." Were the only words acceptable in this circumstance. His head leaned forward. Oh great, more lovey-dovey stuff. But it was okay. Because I loved him.

~~Rythian's POV~~

Even though everything has gone wrong in my life, I can't help but feel so happy, as if everything was going perfectly to plan. As though Duncan was never there. As though my Mother never left. As though Zoeya was never sad. Little Zoeya. She was always the strangest one, and we got along so well. When I became King, I started doing some serious magic, and she wanted to learn too. I wasn't particularly annoyed, but wasn't overjoyed either. She was a lot younger, about fifteen, and had dropped out of Mincraft High to learn magic full-time. If she was fifteen, that would make me... seventeen, I think. I can't remember our age gap, as I never celebrate my birthday. I don't see the point, I don't like cake, I don't need presents, and I don't have parents to celebrate it with. But Anna will celebrate her brithday, as she has parents and needs to live a better childhood then I had.

"Quick, get behind the sofa!" Mother whispered fiercely, and shooed Rata into the living room. I think she intended to make it silent, but failed quite miserably. "Okay, Rythian, I know it's your birthday and all, but please fix your klein star. Your father won't do it, and I need it tomorrow." She patronised me slightly, but accidently. Doesn't mean it wasn't still annoying.

I exhaled a mightly groan. "Do I have to? I didn't get a party last year, and I bet I won't get one this year, or even the year after." Nagging my Mother usually got the message across.

"Just go through the living room, but take your time. It's a bit messy, and I know you had a late night last night. Your powers won't be that powerful, you're only thirteen." She sighed and creeped through the white door next to her into the living room.

"I'm thirteen today." I mumbled under her breath. She probably heard, with her powerful magic and stuff. I sighed and dragged myself to the living room from my chair in the kitchen. It was early, and because of the winter, darkness strolled around casually. I lifted my hand to hit the light switch, but before my hand could touch the cold, wooden switch, a loud shout exploded in the room and about thirty to forty silohettes of all sizes jumped from various furniture peices.

"Suprise!" The room shouted in chorus. I hit the switch and my face lit up like the lightbulb I had just triggered. My Mother and Father laughed as I walked up to everyone: Rata, my awesome and loving younger sister; Sjin and Sips, who had come over from the other Kingdom with letters and such from townsfolk; Duncan, the one with the sciencey gift (Brilliant.); Nilesy and Ravs, the two Scottish friends of mine; And finally, Zoey, wearing a dress for the first time in about ten years, smiling wildly as her flowery, orange dress glittered like her eyes. Everyone had turned up, exept the kids from Honeyville, who I hardly met as they were a tiny Kingdom compared to ours, and it was an honour for Prince Xephos, or Lewis as I called him, to meet my parents.

I shoved Honeyville to the back of mind and viewed my surroundings. This was the happiest I had felt my entire life so far. My smile couldn't force itself any wider, and I just closed my eyes to remember the moment.

I'm happy I did remember the moment. I have only felt that way once since then. That was when bubbly Zoey came back, but with a little girl in her arms. Zoey has been a lot happier since the energy shift when Anna was born, as all the power my little girl had been drainig from her to keep herself alive had been replaced. Anna could breath herself, and didn't rely on her Mother fully to survive. But you will never stop relying on your Mother. Even when they're gone.

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A/N: Sorry about my scheduel being SMASHED recently. My laptop has been broken and I don't write on my tablet or phone. I just don't like it, it doesn't feel right. I started writing this story in second period. I finished it kinda quickly as I was about to go home at four PM. I was writing ALLLLL through the club I was meant to be taking part in, so be grateful >:|

But seriously, all FOUR of my fans, you're awesome and I really don't care when you read it.

Emelia :)