Chapter 9

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There is darkness in light?
Yes child, one cannot exist without the other.
There is strength in weakness?
Of course, at your weakest you find your greatest strength.
Is there love in hate?
Yes, sadly. The world is a cruel place.
Aren't these all contradictions?
Yes, they are all opposites. But opposites attract.
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I woke up again in the morning, my back aching and my head pounding. Ugh, why does it feel like I had one too many of.... THIS IS NOT HELPING!  I screamed out in frustration. To my utmost surprise, three men burst through the door. Garroth stood protectivly over me, Laurance stood at the door facing in, and Dante was checking around the room. If I wasn't ready to tear out my hair, the situation would have been amusing, funny even. But alas, the idiot trio, as I have dubbed them, had to start asking questions.
"What happened?"
"Are you hurt, love?"
"We heard screaming. A-are you alright, m-miss?"
The boys fire in rapid secession, not giving me enough time to respond.
"ENOUGH! I am fine, just frustrated, is all. No need to act like a Gawken attacked me."
"Uhhh, what?"
A major headache hits me, and the world goes black.

Sly's POV
A shake is felt in our world, just inside the Hall.
"KALA?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" I yelled.
"THE PORTALS OPEN! CASTOR HAS COME BACK!"
"Heck yes! We're coming for you Jess!"
Now to stop those idiots Steven and Jose from destroying the portal...

Heyo. So, I've actually learned something heartbreaking. My great grandfather might have a year or two left in him, which hit me hard. And then we found out my Grandma just got diagnosed with lung cancer. We don't know what stage it's in, but we do know it's small cell, which is an aggressive type of cancer that spreads through the body quickly. We don't know what stage, but the doctor says she could have anywhere from a year to twenty left to live. I'm sorry if in this time I do not update, but please try to not bug me. I will update whenever possible. Bye. ~Convela

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