Author's Note: I need an editor. :/ When I go back over my stories, I try to find as many mistakes as possible. I always end up missing some, though. And when I read through them now, the remaining errors are glaring and seem to jump out at me.
So, I apologize for any spelling/grammatical mistakes that you might see; but please remember that I am a FAR cry from a professional writer. At any rate, I hope they don't distract too much from the story. I will try harder to edit properly. Also, thank you to the one who corrected my quotations mistake; I had no idea. O_o
I am glad you enjoyed the last chapter. You are a wonderful audience. Please keep up with the comments and critiques and suggestions. They are like writer's fuel. :d Anyhow! Enough of my rambling, here we go.
Lastly, just to warn you, there are quite a lot of translations in this chapter, which can be found at the end.
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"...and when I awoke, I was in here." Anya finished, running her fingers through her hair nervously.
Sway had remained quiet throughout the woman's entire tale, her face thoughtful. "Aye. Now here ye be. Tell me then, do'ee know what's t'become of ye both?" She asked, after a moment.
Anya swallowed with difficulty and tried to present an aura of non-concern, "He...he hasn't offered us that information yet."
Andi stayed silent. She had an idea of what was going to happen to her, all right.
You will make a nice little addition to my harem.
She shivered as his comment rang through her mind. Over and over again.
Andi.
The voice said suddenly.
Shut-UP.
Andi thought back, frowning. She'd sincerely hoped that she'd imagined the whole inner-voice thing. It'd been quite some time since it had spoken up.
Anya tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as she noticed her sister trembling. "Andi. What's the matter?"
Sway also turned to look, and a little frown of her own creased her brow. "Aye. Ye've gone white, ye have. Oi! Are ye feeling the sea-sickness?"
The girl nodded, seizing on the most feasible -and least crazy- excuse. "A little, I guess. I think I wanna lie down for awhile."
"Of course, Sweet. Do you want me to stay?" Anya asked.
Yes. Ask her to stay. Then the three of us can have a nice friendly chat.
The voice agreed, chuckling.
Andi shook her head, "No, that's ok. I think I'm gonna just take a little nap, or something."
"I can get ye some relief fer yer belly woes if'ee want," Sway said, feeling badly for her. She remembered what it was like to get sea-sick. "I got me some in me chambers. Will only take me a bit t'brew. C'mon, Anya. I can show'ee my things at the same time."
The blonde girl shook her head no, only wanting them to leave her in peace. Then perhaps she would be able to sort out what was happening inside her head. "Can you take Taters, too? Please?"
At this, Anya arched a brow. Usually, Andi let the puppy sleep beside her. She really must be feeling badly. "Aye, Sweet. I'll check on you in a bit. Alright? Taters! Come!"
The puppy cocked his head to the side and stared at Anya with a puzzled expression. Reluctantly, he joined her side and followed the two women out.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Andi dove face-down onto the bed and clamped a pillow over her head. All light and sound was blocked out, and for a moment there was a quiet bliss.
Ahem.
You don't exist. Go away.
Andi thought back.
I do so and no, I won't. I've been feeling very left out, lately.
The voice answered petulantly.
Tell me who or what you are, then,
the girl demanded.
There was a brief silence where Andi could almost
feel
something musing. It was unpleasantly disconcerting and left her with an uneasy, squeamish sense of foreboding.
I'm you,
it replied finally, sounding a bit hesitant.
Or specifically, I'm a part of you. I don't actually know, myself.
Am I going crazy?
Andi thought, feeling dread wash over her.
No. I don't believe so. Crazy folks rarely question their own sanity, you see. And besides, I'm here to help you; not drive you insane.
It responded kindly.
Help me how?
The voice brightened; and again, Andi could actually feel it perk up.
By keeping you alive, of course. With the way you're acting, you don't have much longer to live.
A cold, crawly sensation wormed its way into her belly at these words.
What do you mean?
He finds your brattiness amusing for now, but for how long?
Andi had no answer.
Uh-huh
The voice agreed, dryly.
Where did you come from?
Andi asked.
The musing sensation again. Then,
I come from the Deep Down.
What Deep Down?
The one inside your mind. Where all the lost thoughts and forgotten memories go to rest.
Andi suddenly felt amusement, but it wasn't her own.
You can call me DeeDee, if you like. Clever, right?
DeeDee said after a another moment, issuing that dark little giggle once again.
So, what do I do then, DeeDee?
Andi asked, resignation tinging her thoughts.
You let me guide you when the time comes, and I promise to lead you true. But you must do what I say when I say it.
A pause,
Perhaps I am your survival instinct. What do you think?
How do I know you're not trying to trick me?
Because silly,
DeeDee said,
If you perish, so shall I.
Andi was about to answer when she heard the door to the cabin squeak open. Not bothering to move, she merely mumbled, "Not now, Anya. I'm just about asleep."
There was no reply. Puzzled, she frowned and peeked out from under the pillow.
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Kael stomped out of the cabin and shot a resentful glare towards the door. He knew he shouldn't let Kirik's derision get under his skin, but he couldn't help it. The juvenile would never admit it but he very much cared about gaining his elder's approval.
Throughout his childhood, he'd strived to show Kirik he could become just as good a warrior as he. Each dour remark or disapproving glare cut him to the bone, and was much more painful than any physical punishment the elder sibling could dish out. And it irked the youngling to no end.
Grumbling, the juvenile stalked upstairs towards the main deck. It was a very large ship and there were two flights of stairs leading towards the top. Hearing voices on the upper level, Kael paused and hung back.
Climbing above him were Kirik's witch, the strange sea-woman and his Brat's little pet thing. The group hadn't seen him; the two women were busily chatting with each other. He wondered where the Brat was. Last time he'd seen her, she'd been with Sway.
Frowning, Kael realized he didn't like not knowing where she was. Ducking behind a corner, he waited until the women were out of sight before resuming the climb. Instead of continuing towards the main deck, though, he hung a right and glanced around at the crew's quarters.
Kirik had brought the witch here, he remembered, into one of these rooms. Maybe the Brat had gone to check on her sister and was still there.
Which room had it been, though?
The youngling shrugged and began opening each door, one after another. Figuring that the majority of the crew were at work above, he wasn't entirely concerned about invading anyone's privacy. Besides, he was curious; having never been on a ship before, and he'd planned on doing a bit of exploring.
Later.
Finally, on the fourth or fifth try, the door opened upon a small cabin with a girl lying on the bunk. She had a pillow plastered over her head but he knew it was the Brat regardless. Her clothing and the shape of her body were already unmistakable to him.
A small smile crept over his mouth as he eased into the room and quietly closed the door. At a small squeak from a noisy hinge, however, she began to speak.
Kael merely stood there, waiting for her to discover him on her own. He found that he rather enjoyed surprising her. After a moment, it seemed the odd silence had finally gotten to her and he saw her shift the pillow to glance over at him.
Andi froze when she saw who it actually was. Kael stood there, watching her with a gleam in his eyes. The girl recognized it well enough. It was the same look he'd been giving her back in the lighthouse. When he'd-
Look! He's come to play with us again.
DeeDee whispered, sounding delighted.
"Go away!" She shouted, throwing the pillow at him.
Kael batted it aside and waggled a finger at her. He recognized that phrase. It was what she'd said to that whore several times when he'd been using Kirik's ring. It meant she wanted him to leave. Smirking, he also discovered that he remembered how to respond.
"No." He replied, shaking his head.
Widening her eyes, Andi glanced at his hands but saw no ring on any of his fingers. Puzzled, she returned her gaze to his face.
Kael grinned when he saw her confusion. He tapped the side of his head with a finger and tossed a wink her way. "Url va ali pralt jeritzon, Hrila," he said, tone amused.