Chapter 8

Lia POV
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I listen to the waterfall. Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Not my kind of thing. Water, I mean. It's all wet and stuff.
I shudder.

Lori, for your sake, I hope your right on this, I think.
I am right, Lorissa smiles. I always am.

I roll my eyes. Yeah, right.

Exactly!

You're hopelss, you know that?

No I'm not. I'm full of hope!

Hopeless.

I take a breath, about to dive in. I can feel the sheild, rippleing across my skin.

Lorissa flies ahead of me though the waterfall, then back. See? I'm a-o-kay.

I laugh.

Common! Lori says.

I'm comming, I'm comming.

I fly through the roaring waterfall, bracing myself for the cold.

It doesn't come.

Wow. You were right.

Surpirsed?

Kinda.

Lori laughs. Look around, why don't ya?

I look.

We standing-er, hovering-in an air pocket.

Yeah. An air pocket.

Apperently the place the 'myths' live was in the middle of the waterfall.

Ooo-kay. Where are we?

Rynewlib, the air-pocket city.

Huh?

Rynewlib. Its Faerie.

Which means....?

City in the Waterfall. Rough translation.

You fluent?

I speak all the language of the 'myths.' Faerie, Elven, Mere, Were, Vampyre-

Vampyre? Were?

Vampyre. Why do you think there been all those disappearances in Blackrain?

I nod. I can understand that. But a whole Vampyre language?

Uhh-huh. New Age & Tradtional. She smiles.

I laugh.

What about the Weres? What are they? Any wolves?

She laughs. Were wolves really are myths. No, we have WereLions, WereBears, and WereElephants.

I laugh again. WereElephants. In all my years, I would never, ever, ever guess that WereElephants walked the Earth.

"Ummm....Excuse me, miss, but why are you laughing?" A timid little 'myth' tugges on my dress.

Lori, who is this?

Lori smiles, and touches the ground. "Why hello there, Dyilia. Thats my twin sister, Lia." She hugs the black-haired girl. "She just found out about WereElephants."

"Oh." Dyilia wiggles free from my sister's grasp. "How is that funny?" She frowns.

I laugh again. "Well, I'm kinda used to WereWolves, and stuff like that."

It is Dyilia's turn to laugh. "WereWolves? Now THAT is funny."

I blush.

"Dyilia, would like to lead my sister and I to the your mother?" Lorissa says.

"Do I have to? You know the way as well as I do!" Dyilia crosses her arms.

"Now, Dyilia, I would think that as the daughter of one of the Council memmbers, as one of Rynewlib's Princesses, to show the Silver One to the Council.

"Ooo-kay. Hold up." I say. "Silver One? Council? Princess? Explain."

Dyilia rolles her eyes. "She's the Silver One? She knows nothing. Nice going, Lorissa."

"Dyilia's mother will explain." Lorissa sighs. "I'm not good at explaining things."

I sigh. It's true. She flunks English, year after year, because she always messes up the reports and gets tongue-tied when she tries to present.

Still, I don't like the sound of this 'Silver One' business