And it was Sapphire with Naomi in her arms, and she stepped inside. Sapphire is sporting medium-long wavy ultramarine and lavender-dyed hair. She's dressing in a Milky Way galaxy hoodie, jet black jeans, and cyan-colored Pumas. While Naomi is sporting light blonde hair in a ponytail. And dressing in a peach-colored hoodie with lion cubs and black sweatpants and shoes. And Naomi is holding a petite-sized black bag with a white skull.

Peyton: Sapphire! Sapphire: Hey, everyone. Zoey: Well, this is a surprise. And aren't you supposed to be running morning practice, it's Wednesday? Sapphire: Madison and Aki are running this morning's practice. Justin: I don't mean to be rude, but monotone lady, why are you here?! You're interrupting our breakfast time! Sapphire: Sorry. I'm here because my mom wanted me to bring back Naomi and help Blue here with training. Well, technically, all of you by proxy. Naomi started pulling on Sapphire's hair. Sapphire: Ow! Naomi, that's my hair. What is it, kiddo? Naomi: Sister.

Aww! She's so adorable! She always makes my heart melt.

Sapphire: I told you she's at home. Naomi: You said...umm, that she be here. Sapphire: I said she might be here. Is she here, Sora? Sora: No. Pretty sure she's in Russia. Naomi got all sad. I got up and walked over to Naomi and Sapphire. Naomi started reaching for me. Sapphire: You already want to ditch me? I grabbed Naomi and carried her with one arm. I gave her multiple kisses on her cheek in rapid succession. She started giggling. And sat down at the Rainforest brown marble kitchen countertop. Right in front of me is French toast sticks laced with syrup I made with the side of smoked bacon.

Sora: You want something to eat, Nao? She nodded her head with a calm demeanor expression. Sora: Have you ever tried French toast sticks and bacon? Naomi: No. I used wind magic to lift up a single French toast stick and slice it up with wind magic into smaller pieces and put it right in front of her mouth. Naomi repeatedly shook her head no. Sora: It's good, I promise. Naomi: No. Sora: Is no is all you have to say to me? Naomi: No. Sapphire and I started laughing. Sapphire: Come on, Naomi, give it a try. Sora: I got an idea. Naomi, what's your full name? Deshon: Why are you asking her that? She hardly knows her own first name! Naomi: Naomi Michelle Hestia. I sent the floating sliced-up French toast sticks into Naomi's mouth. Naomi has this delighted look in her eyes. Naomi: More. Sora: I told you that you would like it, silly. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and floated cut-up French toast sticks and bacon.

Zoey: How's Tyrell? Sapphire: Why are you bringing up that maggot? Zoey: Do I hear disdain from the great forbearing Sapphire Hestia?! I'm just teasing! Sapphire sighs. And she looks over to the kitchen sink and notices all the half-eaten waffles. Sapphire: What happened here? Justin: This sexist short monkey with lipstick and a wig won't let your little brother cook for us upperclassmen breakfast because she has some kind of agenda against him! And she made some waffles that were two packs of dog water! Sapphire: Peyton, do you not like Sora? Peyton: Well... Sapphire: Don't sugar code it. Keep it a stack. Zoey: Ruby is definitely in your ear again. Sapphire: With you gone, Zoe, I don't have a choice. But alas, Peyton answer my John Brown question.

Peyton: Not really. Peyton cringes and tries to avoid eye contact with Sapphire. Sapphire: How can you get along with Ryder but not Sora? Peyton: Umm... Sapphire: Quit with the mumbling. And I don't like the lack of eye contact, P-Diddy. Peyton stood firm and gave Sapphire meaningful eye contact. Peyton: For starters, his reasoning for letting his daughter be around a monster like Zea. Sapphire: You know the entire situation. So you can't fault him. You got anything else? Peyton: How careless of others he is. Not valuing his comrade's lives. Sapphire: How so? Peyton: Yesterday, he legit let Deshon over here almost get murdered. And he's willing to let him die. Sapphire: I saw what Benson showed. Meme of the year was on a suicide mission. I would've let him die. Blue was compassionate enough to save Deshon. Then how did meme of the year repay his kindness? Peyton: It's his fault that Deshon got messed up by Shorty.

Sapphire: Now you're being dishonest and using him as a scapegoat. Deshon disrespected an alleged corpse. Then he was in his bag while beating up a corpse. Anything else? Peyton: The way he treated Brianna when the queen was there. Sapphire: Did she introduce herself properly and curtsy to the queen? And did she approach her too fast? Peyton: No! Not really. This menace to society, was about to break her arm and crush her throat! Sapphire: Calm it down. Zoe, did Brianna get to close the queen? Or approached her too fast? Zoey: Indeed she did... Sapphire: That explains it. Don't get too close to the queen if you aren't someone with status. Anything else? Peyton: He's toxic. Justin: Alright, that's enough out of you! I'm sick and tired of you hating on this nigga! Making every dang excuse in the book to hate on this man! Enough is enough; I'm tired of the bull!

Justin walked up to Peyton and literally looked down upon her. Peyton: Zoey? Peyton stared at Zoey, looking for any kind of support. Zoey shrugs. Zoey: It's pretty funny how the roles reverse. It's usually you that yell at club members when you come back during playoff time. To get our mess together. My, my, my, how the mighty have fallen. Zoey laughs hysterically. Peyton: He treats Deshon like he's beneath him and disrespects him! Sapphire: Umm...Peyton, are you okay? You're talking to a person that witnessed meme of the year that pissed off, Ryder. All Deshon had to do is keep his mouth shut for the season and don't say anything during the finals. And his family would actually love and respect him. Deshon stood up from the couch and walked towards Sapphire, Peyton, and Justin with his chest all out.

Deshon: I will say this once but put some goddamn respect on my name! Justin: Why would anyone respect you when you're just nothing but a bad joke?! Maybe if you act like a proper man child and not some terrible cunt that doesn't know when to shut the hell up, and maybe you have a little bit of harmony in your life, but nah, you want to be a dumb dork that needs a damn scouter! Get rid of that yee-yee ass haircut you got, and maybe people would respect your sorry behind! The majority of the room began laughing out of their seats.

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Zoey: Justin, you're funny. Like seriously, if you made Sapphire genuinely laugh. Justin: Thank you, I will be here all week. Deshon: I'm tired of you nigga! I told you to chill out! Justin: I'm only speaking the truth, scrub. Deshon threw a punch at Justin, but Justin materialized his red hilted katana with a red and black ray skin and scabbard containing ancient mage text, Alecto, the future sightseer and knowledge seeker. And deflected Deshon's punch. Justin: Use your words, kid. You're just mad that I'm right. Deshon collided, his fists together to make his golden gauntlets appear as they make a booming clank!

Deshon went to strike at Justin's midsection. But Peyton yanked back Deshon by the back of his black shirt and pulled him towards her. Peyton: If you want to fight so badly, save it for practice. Deshon: Get off of me! I don't need your permission to fight this damn stick! Justin: Nah, don't try to save him. He's trying to protect that damn delusional ego of his. Let him go if he wants to fight. We can scarp! Sapphire: Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting. But Justin and Deshon, you might want to save your strength and energy for this practice because it will be excruciating.

Deshon relaxed his shoulders and made his golden gauntlets disappear by colliding his fist five times in rapid succession. Peyton, let's go of Deshon. Deshon and Justin looked at each other and nodded. And both joined in at everyone staring at Sapphire with confusion and worry. Justin: Did you just say excruciating?! Sapphire: I did. Did I scare you? My apologies. I was only trying to inform you. Justin: From your monotone voice and your stone-cold blank face. I have seen you on TV and RoyalTube, and what baffles me. I see you smiling, your facial expressions have more life to them, and you sound a lot less monotone. Valdis: I think you're applying that she only gives a fudge when cameras are on her? Am I wrong?

Justin: Precisely. And get out of my head, nigga! Sapphire: You're wrong. Zoey: Oh, can I explain on your behalf? Zoey raised her hand and began waving at Sapphire with excitement that can match a dog seeing its owner when they come home. Sapphire: Go ahead. Zoey: Whenever Sapphire is on camera, she's encouraged by Ruby to be like...umm...I forgot, what did she say? Justin: How are you going to steal her thunder and not know what to say, midget?! Zoey: Okay, first of all, I'm not short. I'm five-foot-eight. And that's not short for a woman. Let me have my senior moments' dude!

Sapphire: Umm...I guess I'll go ahead and say it. Ruby told me to pretend like I'm this exciting, chill person. Or be an actor and give a performance to the camera. Being around cameras exhausts me. When it's like this, I can relax and don't have to force anything. Justin: You should act like a human and not a robot. Put some life and energy in your voice. And change your god dang expressionless face! Peyton: Justin, mind your manners! Justin: What?! I'm speaking the truth! Peyton: Don't be rude to her!

Sapphire smiled as she placed her hand on Peyton's shoulder. Peyton looks back at her, and she notices Sapphire is at ease and smiling. Sapphire locks her focus onto Justin. Sapphire: Don't sweat it, Peyton. He has a point. Sparks of blue flames went in and out at her hair tips. Her expressions are more alive than ever and her voice have a significant bit life to it. Her monotone voice is almost completely gone. Justin: Why is your hair on fire?! Sapphire: You don't want me to act like a robot, so... Zoey: Don't even think about it! Your mother is going to lose it! Please just stop! Zoey began fumbling with her hair and then covered her own eyes for a few seconds. Sapphire: You're right. But is having my emotions so bad?

Zoey: Oh no! You know, dang on, well, you're preaching to the choir! Sapphire playfully laughs. As she gestures for Zoey to come to her. Zoey walks over to her with worry on her face. Sapphire puts her arm around Zoey. Sapphire: Just allow me to do this, Zo. Zoey tried to remove Sapphire's arm, but Sapphire squeezed her shoulder tightly. Sapphire: We're in this together, right, Zoey? Sapphire shot this devilish smile at Zoey, and she began to tremble. Zoey: Please, leave me out of this. Why do you have to drag me down with you?! Sapphire: Don't worry; if my mom catches me doing this, I'll say you and Peyton encouraged this.

Peyton: Why me?! Justin, take it back! Please, I beg of you! Justin: Why are the waffles two packs of dog water?! You get what you deserve. Sapphire: Peyton, consider this your comeuppance. And plus, Justin's statement about me was correct. Someone began knocking on the door. Justin opened the door. And it was Valencia. She walked inside, sporting double braided Dutch hair. She's dressing in a black tank top, skinny blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. And she's carrying an artic blue sheathed, artic blue frosted handle xiphos with a skull wearing a cyan-colored crown in the middle of the sheath in her left hand. Valencia: Morning, everyone.

Justin: Look who finally decided to show up. Why are you late?! Valencia: I was with Maina. Is my tardiness excused? Justin: Doing what with Maina?! Valencia: I was with Sapphire, Maina, and Naomi; we were just having fun. Peyton: I like your hair, V. Zoey & Sora: Yeah, you look great. Valencia: Thanks. Sapphire, are you trying to get these two in trouble? Sapphire: I wouldn't say that. It's more like protesting! Sapphire uncontrollably laughs while putting Peyton and Zoey in headlocks. Valencia walks over to Naomi and me. But Justin acts as a roadblock. Justin: New sword? Valencia: No, it was my diva of a mother's sword. Sapphire: It's your family's sword. Valencia: Tomato-tomato. They can all rot...! Sapphire: V! Valencia: Alright. Justin, do you know how to fix swords? Justin: No, I usually send them for repairs or get a new sword and hang the broken sword for display. Valencia: That's great! I don't have to fix this cursed sword. Sora: I can fix it. So what happened to it? Is the blade chipped, or it won't sharpen? Valencia unsheathed the frosted-covered black blade. But it's been snapped in two. She carried the handle on her right and the rest of the blade on her left.

Justin has this baffled look on him for a second, then he transforms it to a what the hell did you do? Kind of face. Justin: What happened? What did you do to this sword?! Valencia: I snapped it. Justin: You could've given me this sword! Valencia: If Sora can fix it, it's yours to have. I don't want any part of my family's legacy's bs. Sapphire: You can't give it to him. Like it or not, that blade is part of you. And Naomi. Valencia: Fine. Sora: I can fix it. This should take a few minutes. Valencia excused herself passed Justin. I exchanged Naomi for the broken blade. Valencia: Did you miss me, Nao? Valencia went rapid fire on the kisses on Naomi's cheek. Naomi began smiling uncontrollably while she scratches her head.

Then suddenly, my glowing dark lavender grimoire appeared five feet in the air and opened itself. Then dark blue bulky hands pop out of the grimoire. Then a bald man with pale white skin with a rugged black beard and a black jumpsuit that blacksmiths wear jumped out of my grimoire. It was Brok. He's a man that stands five-foot-six tall. He's a man with a shredded body type. He has some kind of blade wrapped up in white bandages on his back. Brok: Names, Brok! Got that!? Justin: What the heck?! Brok: Oi, piss pot! You talk about fixing a sword! You can barely fix a fucking butter knife! Brok looked at Valencia with Naomi in her arms. Brok: I apologize for my rude language. Brok bows his head to Naomi and V. Sora: Brok, what are you doing here? This is unusual. I gave Brok a welcoming smile and a friendly tone of voice. Brok: Hold on there, piss pot! I know of that sword! Give it here! Justin: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.