Quest 117
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"And they all lived happily ever after. The End."
At least, that's the way all the good stories end, isn't it? They all lived happily ever after, the end. Except that it never ends there--or it shouldn't, anyway, not if it's a really good story. The adventure is over, perhaps, and the battle is won and the foe is vanquished and the damsel is rescued--or sometimes it's the prince that's been rescued, depending on the story--but if there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that there's always another adventure. People go on, and time goes on, and that's just the way things are.
"And so Sir Graham of Daventry became King Graham of Daventry, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until he set off to quest for a wife, that is.
"And so King Graham of Daventry married Valanice of Kolyma, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they had a pair of children, and one was kidnapped, and they raised the other as best they could, never revealing the sorrow they must've felt that her brother was not with them, too.
"And so Alexander of Daventry escaped the wizard and returned home to Daventry, and rescued his sister from the clutches of a fire-breathing dragon, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they got home, and a short while had passed, and the emotion of it all became too much for King Graham, and--
"And so Rosella of Daventry slew the witch Lolotte, and recovered the talisman for Genesta, and retrieved the magic fruit that would save her father's life, and returned home just in time to save him, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until she found herself flung into the City, that is. And that's still neglecting to mention the boy she left behind. Did he live happily ever after, too?
If the City is to be believed, I'm going to meet him again someday. I don't know the circumstances, the when or where or how, but what I told him on the beach in Tamir will come true after all, and we'll meet again, and perhaps by then I'll know why it is I saw a picture of myself kissing him. But that's another adventure, and one I haven't reached yet. There are still others to deal with, first. And that's all right, I think.
He kissed me.
But too many people have been hurt to say that anyone's living happily ever after. Maybe we do have to be selfish and horrible sometimes to find happiness, but that doesn't make it any less selfish and horrible along the way. Sam didn't need this, on top of everything else he's had to endure these past few months. And Megumi--
Two curses where I fell into the middle of them, and both times I tried to do the right thing, no matter how much it hurt. And it was the right thing. The way he spoke about her--
And now she's trying to do what she thinks is the right thing, too, as though our positions have reversed. And Sam is, too, trying to be happy for me when I know how much it must hurt--and isn't that exactly how I felt, too, when Mikaela arrived and he loved her so much?
Is being happy worth so much selfishness?
It's better when it's me. I can endure it when I'm the one that has to get hurt. But that I should get to be happy when it means making so many other people sad in the process--selfish, selfish little girl--
No, it's not happily ever after. It's not even over.
"And so the two of them met by the lakeside and talked, and he held her hands and held on tight and wouldn't let her go, and it was dark and sweet and lovely, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they went home.
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Well, that's another August survived, anyway. Everyone always says that October is the worst of the months here in the City, and I suppose we'll find out one way or another if that's so, a few weeks from now. But August is a cruel month, too, and I can't say I'm very sorry to see it go. Already, September is turning out much better than its predecessor, and there are plenty of lovely things to look forward to! Blair's Across the Universe party is coming up fast--and isn't that a pretty name? It rather makes me think of Luke, sailing through the stars in his spaceship--and then shortly thereafter is the anniversary of Blue's jazz club, the Blue Light, and of course I'll be attending that. Which reminds me, there's rehearsal for it tomorrow, I mustn't forget that.
It's rather amazing, though, isn't it? That we've all been brought to this one place at this one moment in time, and given this chance to meet each other? And I can't speak for anyone else, of course, but I don't regret being brought here. It's been a little over thirteen months for me now, and I haven't once been home since, but...that's all right. It really is.
Things aren't always what they seem. Everything changes. And some things are more important than oneself. I still believe that things happen for a reason, and even if that reason can't always be found, that doesn't mean it isn't still there. Hiding things doesn't always mean they go away. Maybe it's true that we're brought here to represent our worlds, or to suffer for their sakes, or to provide misery for the clock to run on, or for some other reason entirely. Maybe we're brought here because we're meant to learn something from it, or to see something we've never seen before, or have chances we wouldn't have had at home. Maybe we're brought here to meet someone that will change us, somehow, for the better.
Or maybe we're brought here because someone else needed the chance to meet us.
Bumblebee's gone home now. I know he could be trying at times, but he was a dear friend and a very sweet person--er, or rather, car, I suppose--and it's really...not the same without him, somehow. Oh, it was frustrating to no end when he'd follow me around the Network and sing at my friends, there's no doubt about that. But looking back on it, it was always amusing, too. Even if it could be utterly mortifying at the time. I'm going to miss him very much.
And I know what he's going back to, as well, and Sam--
How does one go about thinking up a good name for a pet?
[OOC: Because the soap opera can NEVER BE OVER. What will happen next? No one knows! STAY TUNED.
ETA: AUGH BRB. And back!]
"And they all lived happily ever after. The End."
At least, that's the way all the good stories end, isn't it? They all lived happily ever after, the end. Except that it never ends there--or it shouldn't, anyway, not if it's a really good story. The adventure is over, perhaps, and the battle is won and the foe is vanquished and the damsel is rescued--or sometimes it's the prince that's been rescued, depending on the story--but if there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that there's always another adventure. People go on, and time goes on, and that's just the way things are.
"And so Sir Graham of Daventry became King Graham of Daventry, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until he set off to quest for a wife, that is.
"And so King Graham of Daventry married Valanice of Kolyma, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they had a pair of children, and one was kidnapped, and they raised the other as best they could, never revealing the sorrow they must've felt that her brother was not with them, too.
"And so Alexander of Daventry escaped the wizard and returned home to Daventry, and rescued his sister from the clutches of a fire-breathing dragon, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they got home, and a short while had passed, and the emotion of it all became too much for King Graham, and--
"And so Rosella of Daventry slew the witch Lolotte, and recovered the talisman for Genesta, and retrieved the magic fruit that would save her father's life, and returned home just in time to save him, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until she found herself flung into the City, that is. And that's still neglecting to mention the boy she left behind. Did he live happily ever after, too?
If the City is to be believed, I'm going to meet him again someday. I don't know the circumstances, the when or where or how, but what I told him on the beach in Tamir will come true after all, and we'll meet again, and perhaps by then I'll know why it is I saw a picture of myself kissing him. But that's another adventure, and one I haven't reached yet. There are still others to deal with, first. And that's all right, I think.
He kissed me.
But too many people have been hurt to say that anyone's living happily ever after. Maybe we do have to be selfish and horrible sometimes to find happiness, but that doesn't make it any less selfish and horrible along the way. Sam didn't need this, on top of everything else he's had to endure these past few months. And Megumi--
Two curses where I fell into the middle of them, and both times I tried to do the right thing, no matter how much it hurt. And it was the right thing. The way he spoke about her--
And now she's trying to do what she thinks is the right thing, too, as though our positions have reversed. And Sam is, too, trying to be happy for me when I know how much it must hurt--and isn't that exactly how I felt, too, when Mikaela arrived and he loved her so much?
Is being happy worth so much selfishness?
It's better when it's me. I can endure it when I'm the one that has to get hurt. But that I should get to be happy when it means making so many other people sad in the process--selfish, selfish little girl--
No, it's not happily ever after. It's not even over.
"And so the two of them met by the lakeside and talked, and he held her hands and held on tight and wouldn't let her go, and it was dark and sweet and lovely, and they all lived happily ever after."
Until they went home.
[/Private]
Well, that's another August survived, anyway. Everyone always says that October is the worst of the months here in the City, and I suppose we'll find out one way or another if that's so, a few weeks from now. But August is a cruel month, too, and I can't say I'm very sorry to see it go. Already, September is turning out much better than its predecessor, and there are plenty of lovely things to look forward to! Blair's Across the Universe party is coming up fast--and isn't that a pretty name? It rather makes me think of Luke, sailing through the stars in his spaceship--and then shortly thereafter is the anniversary of Blue's jazz club, the Blue Light, and of course I'll be attending that. Which reminds me, there's rehearsal for it tomorrow, I mustn't forget that.
It's rather amazing, though, isn't it? That we've all been brought to this one place at this one moment in time, and given this chance to meet each other? And I can't speak for anyone else, of course, but I don't regret being brought here. It's been a little over thirteen months for me now, and I haven't once been home since, but...that's all right. It really is.
Things aren't always what they seem. Everything changes. And some things are more important than oneself. I still believe that things happen for a reason, and even if that reason can't always be found, that doesn't mean it isn't still there. Hiding things doesn't always mean they go away. Maybe it's true that we're brought here to represent our worlds, or to suffer for their sakes, or to provide misery for the clock to run on, or for some other reason entirely. Maybe we're brought here because we're meant to learn something from it, or to see something we've never seen before, or have chances we wouldn't have had at home. Maybe we're brought here to meet someone that will change us, somehow, for the better.
Or maybe we're brought here because someone else needed the chance to meet us.
Bumblebee's gone home now. I know he could be trying at times, but he was a dear friend and a very sweet person--er, or rather, car, I suppose--and it's really...not the same without him, somehow. Oh, it was frustrating to no end when he'd follow me around the Network and sing at my friends, there's no doubt about that. But looking back on it, it was always amusing, too. Even if it could be utterly mortifying at the time. I'm going to miss him very much.
And I know what he's going back to, as well, and Sam--
How does one go about thinking up a good name for a pet?
[OOC: Because the soap opera can NEVER BE OVER. What will happen next? No one knows! STAY TUNED.
ETA: AUGH BRB. And back!]