A note from the god:

As you watch Tiger, Truth, Gale, and Maple, dear reader, other things happen across the world in which you are peeping into. Things that only few know of and only you will know.

Let us look at the Sovereign. He is working to replace the king of Jjale. But then what stops him from snapping his fingers and putting another in charge? He is only a being in this world, where free will is not but fiction. I a god, can mold this world that you are now in. But let us return to the story.

Truth has made his parents appear, seemingly. And Courage is there too. Courage had been following them for the past day, looking for their secrets. He have an ulterior motive for following them. He is following you and Tiger. He is looking for you, Truth. But why should you worry? There is naught he can do, is there? He can do something, if I allow him to.

But where would the fun if fiction then? Why would you be living here, Truth, if naught for a story in which thing go wrong? He is still playing into the Sovereign’s claws and plans. He desires to be himself, but he cannot.

Chapter 19-cont.

It was so weird seeing Truth hug who seemed to be a complete stranger. Let alone, his parents were dead. At least on their record it said they were dead. But dead parents were no strangers to fiction but so were not dead parents.

“My son,” His father who seemed, said.

“We have much to talk of,” Truth said.

“They we do.”

They then asked the Matriarch if they could be dismissed. She allowed them to do so. As their footsteps grew faint, the orange dragon walked up to her. “Hello there.” he said with a touch of smoothness. “What brought you to meet them? Are you just diverting their attention?”

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“Yes.”

Courage. His name was Courage, Maple realised. He was part of the coop too.

“Is he dead?” Maple asked.

“Yes. The last thing he saw was my face.”

Maple tried not to gasp. She had never met a stranger who had taken a life. “W-was it–”

“He died quickly. He was a fair ruler, but still not a good dragon. He had given dragons more rights and privileges than the griffins. So he had to die.”

“But you spared his son,” Maple responded.

“Yes. But his time may come soon as well.”

“LYING DOLT!” Maple screeched. “You have to be OUT OF YOUR MIND! Why would you kill an innocent child?”

“He may raise another, rightful heir to the throne, dimwit.”

Maple tried to take some deep breaths. She needed control of herself, she could not just spout curses and other vulgar terms. But she was so tempted to.

“Go,” she said. “Go before things get worse.”

Courage agreed. He walked away, head low, but still with a pretentious, ‘I’m right and you’re wrong” expression. Then sat in a chair and snatched a book from the stand beside him.

Maple, quite peeved herself, went to her room. As she entered, tan walls and sunlight surrounded her. A great window shown into the forest and over a small ridge. Quite a beautiful sight and an admirable one if you were not so upset.

She flopped down on her bed and slept.

Maple, you must talk to Courage. Though he has made you irked, you still must talk to him. There are people watching and judging you. Well, at least watching. But thou must satisfy their desires lest this world be abandoned by I, the god.

Now awake

Maple awoke with a start to the blinding sun shining in her eyes. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but perhaps that was for the better. She did not want to talk to Courage. She knew she should though. It was the right thing to do. Right?

She walked out of her room and into the lobby. The Matriarch was there talking to Courage and seeming to be giving him quite the talking to. The air around seemed to be tense itself. It did not like Courage, but then few did.

Maple quietly made her way to the door, opened it and slipped outside. She came face to face with a tiny frog.

Ribbert. Ridrt.

Such a cute frog. An innocent piece of nature.

She hopped over it and went to look for work, as this place had a different currency than Phyrries’s. From store to store, from place to place, it all was foreign. But most strangely of all, is that the street sign on the upcoming intersection, was changing, magically. Quite strange indeed.