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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Hmm?” Was Nula’s only response to that, “We should get sleep.”
So the dramans settled down after a bit of Ebony’s whining, and they all fell asleep.

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Rvan stuck behind the group, hesistantly following them. The Officials have given them free dinner at a restaurant in their skyscraper. “Leonardo’s”. More like LeonarNO. Rvan didn’t feel like eating, nor socializing. But he went anyways, for whatever reason. He’d much prefer getting so more sleep, considering he woke up nearly five times last night. It seemed as though Natalia had cursed him, rather than healed him. Vague prophecies that caused him to wake didn’t help anyone…

Rvan sat down between Skylar and Thalia. (For reference, the table order of ‘who sits next to who’ is: Rvan, Thalia, Kyle, Nula, Gregory, Clay, Edwin, Kan, Ramell, Ebony, Emora, Rigel, Draco, Skylar. (It’s a circle table btw)). They ordered their food and made some small chat.

Thalia frowned at her food. “Don’t you guys think it’s weird that they are giving their prisoners lavish food?”

Rigel perked up from where a servers was giving him a massage, “We aren’t prisoners here! We are lavish guests until we’re outbid and I plan to live it up!”
“Don’t wake up in a ditch,” Emora told him.
“Don’t add to the population, either,” Edwin said mischievously.
“Don’t subtract to the population,” Nula added, trying to hide a grin.
Rigel mocked hurt as he gasped, “How dare you all!” But then they burst out laughing.

Although, Draco wasn’t laughing. He was looking off into the distance, with haunted look in his eyes.

Skylar noticed Draco’s quiet demeanor. “What’s the matter, old man? Cat got your tongue?”

Draco glanced at Skylar through the corners of his eyes. “You do realize I am two years younger than your mother, right?”

Skylar stared daggers into Draco then asked skeptically, “Why are you keeping track of my mother’s age, huh?”

“I’m not keeping track. I learned she was seventeen when…” His lips shut quickly as memories came flooding back. “Well, She was seventeen when I was fifteen. I wouldn’t expect the age difference to change.” He forced himself smile as if he thought the whole thing was funny. It was then he realized that Skylar had her mother’s eyes and her hair…but her jawline and her nose—those weren’t her mother’s. Draco gasped with widened eyes.

Skylar was just about to say something else, but the servers came and gave the dramans their orders, and all but Thalia were satisfied. This was not what Thalia ordered. She went to say something to a waiter but he had already left.

The prince of Cuquish looked at the waiter, “Well then, who’s food is this?”
“Um, I’ll take it back to the lady over there immediately, Prince Ren,” The waiter went to pick up the platter but Ren grabbed it before he could.
“No, I’ll deliver it, with an apology at that,” Prince Ren have the shake of his head to his guards and got up and walked over to the beautiful lady that the waiter ushered to, “Excuse me, I believe there was a mixup with the waiters. I do think this is actually your food.”

Thalia blinked at the boy—no, the man standing beside her seat. He was so undeniably handsome and, Deviros, he was actually speaking to her.

Then, Thalia realized she was staring at the guy and came crashing back to earth. “Oh um…Thanks.” She squeaked as her cheeks became bright red.

“I’m Prince Ren of Cuquish,” Ren held out a hand, “And I must say, you are very beautiful, may I join you for dinner?”

Kyle choked on the food he was eating, coughing furiously. The prince didn’t pay him any attention, his glimmering eyes looking at Thalia. He pulled over a seat between the two.

“Um, okay. Sounds good—ur I mean fantastic.” Thalia looked down at her food. She was blushing so hard her skin was practically on fire. Kyle was making noises, but she wasn’t listening. He said she was beautiful. And he was actually talking about her.

The prince sat down and looked at the group, “Greetings.”

“I suppose we should introduce ourselves,” Draco said, eyeing the prince, “I’m Draco.”
“Kyle,” The boy bit out, narrowing his eyes at Ren. Ren didn’t seem to see.
“[They introduced themselves, I don’t feel like writing out their names.]”
“I’m Rvan,” Rvan said from his seat, looking at Ren with a blank face. He will help you all, but he will also start cracks in the wall of trust Natalia whispered to him. Rvan shook his head slightly, and went back to his food. Dinner was no place for more vague prophecies. (No one else can hear Natalia)
Ren tilted his head while he looked at Thalia, “Where are you from?”

/Woah, where did the party go?/

“We’re all from Luxia.” Kyle relied with a frown.
Not all of us Natalia chuckled quietly. Rvan sighed. Some people would think him insane if they heard Natalia talking to him like that. Rvan had no idea why the old hag was bugging him today, and was frankly annoyed by it. He focused instead on Skylar, who was as beautiful as ever.

/There's a room in a hotel in New York City
That shares our fate and deserves our pity
I don't want to remember it all
The promises I made if you just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on/

/I'm here to collect your hearts,
It's the only reason that I sing
I don't believe a word you say,
But I can't stop listening/

/But please don’t go I love you so my lovely
Please don’t go, please don’t go, I love you so, I love you so
Please don’t go, please don’t go, I love you so, I love you so
Please break my heart, hey/

(Plot twist I quoted breezeblocks instead)

Nula eye Prince Ren’s finely tailored clothing. “How tax payer dollars did you spend to get that?”

Prince Ren didn’t falter, and instead smiled with grace, “Actually, it was a gift by one of the stores in my country. It’s handsown, I’m glad you like it.”
Rigel smirked, then started his usual flirtations, “I personally think you’d look better without any of the frilly stuff. Or any of the clothing.”
Prince Ren blushed, “Oh, I wouldn’t want to destroy my modesty. Or anyone else’s.”

Draco breathed a deep sigh of relief. He was half expected the prince to be enraged by the protégés words.