I stir in my sleep and my father comes up to me, putting his hand to my forehead to check for a fever. He goes to tell a guard that I'm fine, and descusses where we're going to stay now.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake around an hour later and kiss Dylan's arm, my eyes still purple like they usually are. My father is still talking to the guards, and I close my eyes for a second before taking a deep breath.
You lost all you're family pictures...everything.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Something lightly presses against my arm and I wake, blinking a few times to find Ruby still in my arms and Roan gone. I yawn and kiss the top of Ruby's head, closing my eyes again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
