To The Stars That Listen|Random/Updates

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Excerpt from whatever I'm calling the story about Young Dessy:

"What did I tell you about trying to learn necromancy?" My brother lectured, leaning against the door and watching as the healer dressed my wounds.

"That it's perfectly okay as long as no one snitches on you?" I asked hopefully.

"The exact, opposite, and you know it. Destiny, what were you thinking? You're all I have left. I already lost mom and dad. I can't...I can't lose you too." Was Beau...crying..?

I stood up so quickly I accidentally slapped the healer in the face with a tail. "But the spell could've worked! They were going to come back, Beau. We were going to be a family again."

"What don't you understand about the word dead, Dessy?!" He snapped, gripping the doorway so tightly it started to crack. "They're not coming back. They're never coming back."

"You're wrong. I'll bring mama and papa back, you'll see."

Snatching the roll of bandages from the shocked healer's hands, I shoved my way past my brother and out the door, breaking into a run and hoping he wouldn't follow me.