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How tall is this tree: Dad says it's an oak tree, which are usually 50-70 feet tall. I must be a good 3 stories in the air. Yet I still feel lower than dirt. It doesn't matter what I feel, I think to myself as I look at what THOSE two are doing. It would appear they are playing Marco Polo, as Hinata is wandering around the pool blindly while Dad is swimming away. Who knows, who cares.

I pull my cell phone out of my precious baggy. It's not that I have any friends to call, or text, or that I am in need of any service. I just want to take a picture of our estate from this height. Out manshion is made of polished limestone, which sparkles like diamonds in the sunlight. Dad got tree of almost every type (well, every type that looks ''bubbly'') planted on the grounds. He says it ''adds privacy to our sacret plans''. *sigh* The trees sure are pretty: they shine in every color of the rainbow plus some. The pool looks like a magical pond of Carribean water. Altogether, this place is absoultely beautiful. The sy even seems a brighter blue here.
I lean a little to the right to advoid a glare. *click* Then, I stand up on a branch, lean WAYYY to the left, turn my phone sideways, and straighten my positure. Ah! I think to myself. Dad will be so proud of this shot! It glorifys every detail of our beloved estate. This picture, if I can ever get my hand to stop shaking, would look like a picture belonging on a mural in the most famous hotel in the world.

When my hand steadies, I gasp at the view. It's absoluetly-

AHHHH!!!! A bee swarms very close to my face. Being the clutz I am, I let go of the branch while leaning back to avoid the bee. I think my hand hit the picture button on the phone as limbs fly past me. God, please don't let this break my cellphone. It has so many pretty pictures.

The first thing I thought when I came to wasn't about my cell phone or the picture. It was OW!!!! WAAAA! ****, what happened to my arm$(insert question mark here, keyboard isn't working properly, $ will be question mark) Did it break$!
I managed to see through tears of pain. The first color I see is green. I am apparently right under the tree. I see red next. My vision fixes to show my arm is covered in blood. However bloody, it is still attached to my torso. I see my other arm is also covered in blood, but skin is visible. My legs have straches and cuts, but not as badly as my arms. It seems my face is bloody too, for my sense of taste kicks in, and it taste blood. I know I'm not a vampire, for the taste is a little less than enjoyable.
I begin to hear again. The sound I hear is the angry voice of my father, eighter far away or my hearing has beeninjured by my fall.

''Where IS that damned girl$,'' his voice growls, '' Not even the boys (here, he is referring to valon, rapheal, and allister) are able to locate her. Damn it! It's 3 hours past dinner!!!''

THREE HOURS PAST DINNER$!$!$!$!$!$!$ We eat dinner at 8 PM.

''Dad,'' I croak. My voice is very muffled and sore. I see him approach around this area, but he does not look towards the tree. My croaking is in vain.
''BUBBLES!!! YOU HAD BETTER REVEAL YOURSELF RIGHT THIS INSTANT! HINATA IS MISSING HER BATH BECAUSE SOMEONE IS NOT DRAWING THE WATER FOR HER! (Believe me dad, Hinata can draw her own water.) BUBBLES!!!

I try to stand up, but my arms are too weak. When I put pressure on them, it felt like an atomic bomb ate steriods and exploded in my arms. I scream in agony. All I can feel is pain. My head spins like crazy. The last thing I see before fainting in pain is my dad rushing toward the sound of racous crying.

Suddenly, a vibe of pain strikes; it was so powerful, it took away all of my senses. Even my sense of being disappears for a while. I thought my last living thought would be "Am I dying?".

I wake up foggily.The only thing I notice is how HOT it is, which is strange, since dad's private island doesn't get any hotter than 85 unhumid degrees. Yet it feels like I woke up in Egypt-come to think of it....
I stand up and see only sand. I see the sand on the ground, sand pyramids, and sand domes. I can even smell the dusty smell of baked sand. I also see tents...primitive tents. They are made of some sort of animal skin (cow, if I have been educated correctly) and logs. The dress people are wearing are unlike what I have been acquainted to: every is dressed in simple skins, not even dyed.
This must be a dream.
My legs (unhurt, which is how I know it is a illusion of my mind) carry me down a narrow path. I don't know the destination of my journey, but I know it is a necessary one. My dreams drag me on like this a lot. As I am walking, I see nothing but sand and sandy people. This is a poor area.
As if out of nowheres, I see a grand palace. The palace has guards on every side, both human and duel monsters. My sleeping my doesn't interpret this as frighting, probably because I am too tired to fear, to even feel. I walk to the doors absentmindedly. It's not like I'm going to be let in or anythi-
"Princess Bubbles" I hear a tall, muscular, adorned guard call. He rides his gallant steed towards where I am. "The pharaoh would like to see you."

If this is any reflection of my personal reality, I am probably about to be blamed for the downfall of the kingdom.

I walk into the palace to find it one of the grandest places I've had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. The walls are constructed of clay, but they are so adorned with golden ornaments that it appears to be solid gold. Beautiful green trees bearing the purest of fruits are visable from every step.

The most beautiful thing in the palace, however, is the pharaoh himself.
I wanted to kick myself for even hoping I had "a chance" with him, but my mind is far too good at projecting realistic hormones for me not to. He has a lean, muscular build underneath flawless olive skin. Olive skin is so pretty. Especially on him. His eyes are the most amethyst violent in all of the universe, and they reflect such wisdom and kindness that I feel as if I'm in the presence of a god. His hair is abstractly spiky, but in a most divine way. The blond, black, and red in his hair create a cobra-like effect, bringing all the attention on the sun and the earth to him. The pharaoh is so beautiful.

He walks towards me. Oh joy, oh joy.... oh joy! As he comes closer, my heart beats faster, but not in a nervous "crush" fashion. It's as if he is bringing my back from the dead. He stands right next to me, close enough for us to touch. His beauty is magnified, but oddly enough, I no longer feel like I'm in the presence of divinity. I feel...like he's a part of me...like the oxygen to my breath, like the gold in my sunrise....like my lover. Like my long time lover. I wonder if he feels the same.

"My dear," he says in a deep but youthful voice. He smiles at me. I smile back, hoping to mirror his.
He giggles.
"Now that you're here..." it seems he wants to finish his sentence, but he.... something has his tongue.
Oh wait, that would be my tongue.
We kiss, deeply and slowly, for what seems to be just the right length. His lips on mine unlocked a gate somewhere in my heart:

desire. I want to hold him. To please him. To make him smile. To know him.
He sighs, and looks at me with a bit of sadness.

"Now that you're here," he says, "You can help us defeat the Great Levitation and his leader, Dartz."


I have never woke up to so much anguish through the entirety of my life.

"What ARE you screaming about, you pestilent child?!" My father yells from the next room.

Well, I could remind him that my legs are half-severed, that my arms have deep gashes, and that my head had suffered quite an impact. I could simply tell him I had a nightmare. I could do these things...if he REALLY cared what the answer to his question was.

To be honest, I do not feel the slightest bit on pain in my arms and my legs. Perhaps I'm doped up. Why else would I have dreams about something so beautiful, so perfect....

I look around to finally notice I'm in my bed, in my golden and maroon room. It must be morning: but of what day? And where is Hinata? As I read that my alarm clock reads 7:30Am, I note to myself it's much to early for dueling. I creep carefully into Hinata's room, in case she's sleeping in late. As I expected, the room is barren of people. I guess I could go get breakfast....

I walk downstairs to the kitchen. Allister, Valon, and Raphael are eating pancakes while our chief is preparing his famous ham, turkey, and cheese omelet. They look at me causally, then resume not noticing my existence. I pull up a chair next to our window, with a view of our vegetable garden. Food grows very well here: every veggie is big, full, and vibrantly colored. My favorite of the plants would be the cucumbers: Man, I love fresh cucumbers. I see something that is not a plant. At first, I think it's a snake, due to it's speed. My eye's focusing tell me the intruder is a cute rabbit, tanned fur. The rabbit moves through the garden, nibbling on leaves of bright colored plants. I know I should tell somebody about our food thief, but he's just too cute for me to wish him any harm.

Hinata bust into the kitchen. "I can't find my pet rabbit daddy bought me this morning!" she thunders.

"If your rabbit is tan and sort of small, it loves vegetable leaves." I say casually. She rushes to where I am, gracefully, and I point out her beloved pet.

"Aww! It's so cute! Eat your breakfast, Reggie!" she googles. I notice that all four of the men have crowed around us.

"Damned rabbit! I spent hours planting those!" the chief swears.
"You had BETTER not touch Reggie!" Hinata yells back.
"How'd the thing get in the garden, anyways?" Raphael questions.
"Well Dartz told YOU to watch it!" Allister sneered to Raphael.
"The thing was in a CAGE! A CAGE!" Raphael thunders back.
"WELL GET IT OUT OF MY GARDEN!" the chief roars at the exact same time Valon starts informing Raphael and Allister about the intelligence of rabbits.

Hinata and I back away slowly as the bickering turns into a full out war.

"Hey, what day is it?" I whisper to Hinata.
"You where only out for a few hours," she replies, as she turns to me. "I mean, enough to where you should still be sleeping."
"Couldn't sleep." I shrug. Out attention is caught by the chief's attempt to crush Allister against a wall, while Valon and Raphael are arguing very loudly about whether or not rabbits are smart enough to escape a locked cage (which Hinata and I know from our studies that they are). I'm most sure the rabbit had noticed it was noticed and waltzed away, though I couldn't see the garden through the pile of fighting men.

"WHAT IS ALL OF THE DAMN COMMOTION ABOUT?!?!?!"
Father yells furiously as he storms into the kitchen. Everything freezes. The only noise that could be hear is bubbles in the boiling water pop.

"Reggie escaped into the garden." Hinata chimes softly, as if Father was smiling and not about to strangle the next thing that moves.

He paces sharply to the chief. Then he lightens up into his usual relaxed demeanor.
"I guess it's time to build a fence around the garden!" he chimes as he pats the chief on the back. Father skips to the cooking area to investing the chief's job.

"Hey, Bubbles, what happened to you?" Valon questions. It took me a second to remember how cut up I was, and another half of one to remember that my near-death experience was not of enough importance for Father to mention it.
"Oh, this? I just fell," I remark as if I was talking about where I purchased a t-shirt.
"Out of plane, right?" Raphael says as he investigates my cuts.
"Close. Out of the big oak tree by the gate," Hinata blurbs in.
"Ouch." Allister mumbles. "Are you okay?"
"She'll live." dad mumbles just as I open my mouth to say Never better or something of the like. Dad looks at me just to make sure everyone was seeing the same injuries.
"Are you sure she'll be alright, mate? That looks brutal," Valon says unsurely.
"Yah, dude, if I didn't know that was your daughter, I'd think Halloween came early this year," Allister snorts.

Not wanting them to question my father's character, I burst in "So, who's up for a duel?"