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The Nottsmear bows. "My apologies, Your Grace. You've misplaced your blue leggings." The Nottsmear jumps. "Is this a trap? I thought I counted two more bodies in your bed, Your Grace." Alyson raises her hand. "Relax, we are here to protect her, not capture you." The Nottsmear pulls back. "I would never desire to harm my Queen or her consorts." Alyson waves her hand. "Phew, we're just friends, not her... you know, her..." Ysa giggles. "Hmm, a queen's harem." Alyson stomps her foot. "Focus, Ysa, we're here for Donna, not your lust!" Donna shakes her head. "Yes, back to the subject. How and why am I the queen of Horrors?" The Nottsmear nestles in a chair in the dreamscape. "Ah yes, nineteen years ago, tired of the humans' hunts, the high order of horror royalty, including my brother, Gruston, king of the Sandmen, bled every drop of life source into a pool that birthed you, in order to force the prophecy: 'The true daughter of Horrors shall rise and Man shall fall.'" Donna strokes the side of her head. "Look at me, I'm human. No witch mark, horn, or fang. I am human, no hybrid whatsoever." Alyson clears her throat. "There is another prophecy: 'The false child of man shall lead the horrors to their end.'" Ysa sits down heavily. "I see, I understand the confession, but I see it. Sorry about this... Donna's auntie, but we must wake." Ysa jumps up, grabs Donna and Alyson by the hands, and the three wake in Donna's bed. Donna sits up. "What the hell, Ysa? I need answers now. I have more questions." Ysa places her hand on Donna's back. "I know you, we all do, but I think I can answer one. But I could not let her hear it." Ysa rushes to Donna's desk to write and hands it over to Alyson. Alyson nods. "I think I understand."
Gabrielle yawns. "We checked everywhere, no surveillance equipment in the place." Donna nearly chokes on her morning tea. "Surveillance?" Alyson sips on her own tea. "Ysa thought that the chairman might be watching." Donna places her face in her hands. "I can't believe Mary would ever do that, but then again, I don't know what to believe. Now, Ysa, tell me why you pulled us out of the dreamscape." Ysa looks out the window. "It's a theory, but the Nottsmear said, 'The true daughter of Horrors shall rise and Man shall fall,' and Alyson said, 'The false child of man shall lead the horrors to their end,' and it hit me. What if both prophecies are true? The blending of the high order of horror royalty life source means that, yes, you look human and were raised by humans, yes, you are the Daughter of All Horror, but you are not the purest of Nox breeds. You are a hybrid, like the rest of us in this dorm." Gabrielle drops her tea cup. "Holy shit, Donna is the Queen of hybrids." Alyson grabs a towel and laughs. "Yes, which also means she is a target of both humans and Horrors." Ysa brushes her hair off her ear. "It also means the safest place to talk about this is in the dreamscape." Gabrielle gives a belly laugh. "How the hell are we going to get the nine of us in the same bed? Donna's bed could barely fit you three." Salma puts her thumb to her lip. "True, but my room can fit three beds." Ysa squeals, "Four to the right and four to my left. What's a girl to do?" Salma tosses a cocoa packet at Ysa's head. "We are doing this for Donna's safety, not your fantasies." Ysa bites her lower lip. "Mommy has a temper." Salma huffs. "That's it, I'm sleeping on the far end of the sleep train."

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The Nottsmear bows. "My apologies, Your Grace. You've misplaced your blue leggings." The Nottsmear jumps. "Is this a trap? I thought I counted two more bodies in your bed, Your Grace." Alyson raises her hand. "Relax, we are here to protect her, not capture you." The Nottsmear pulls back. "I would never desire to harm my Queen or her consorts." Alyson waves her hand. "Phew, we're just friends, not her... you know, her..." Ysa giggles. "Hmm, a queen's harem." Alyson stomps her foot. "Focus, Ysa, we're here for Donna, not your lust!" Donna shakes her head. "Yes, back to the subject. How and why am I the queen of Horrors?" The Nottsmear nestles in a chair in the dreamscape. "Ah yes, nineteen years ago, tired of the humans' hunts, the high order of horror royalty, including my brother, Gruston, king of the Sandmen, bled every drop of life source into a pool that birthed you, in order to force the prophecy: 'The true daughter of Horrors shall rise and Man shall fall.'" Donna strokes the side of her head. "Look at me, I'm human. No witch mark, horn, or fang. I am human, no hybrid whatsoever." Alyson clears her throat. "There is another prophecy: 'The false child of man shall lead the horrors to their end.'" Ysa sits down heavily. "I see, I understand the confession, but I see it. Sorry about this... Donna's auntie, but we must wake." Ysa jumps up, grabs Donna and Alyson by the hands, and the three wake in Donna's bed. Donna sits up. "What the hell, Ysa? I need answers now. I have more questions." Ysa places her hand on Donna's back. "I know you, we all do, but I think I can answer one. But I could not let her hear it." Ysa rushes to Donna's desk to write and hands it over to Alyson. Alyson nods. "I think I understand."
Gabrielle yawns. "We checked everywhere, no surveillance equipment in the place." Donna nearly chokes on her morning tea. "Surveillance?" Alyson sips on her own tea. "Ysa thought that the chairman might be watching." Donna places her face in her hands. "I can't believe Mary would ever do that, but then again, I don't know what to believe. Now, Ysa, tell me why you pulled us out of the dreamscape." Ysa looks out the window. "It's a theory, but the Nottsmear said, 'The true daughter of Horrors shall rise and Man shall fall,' and Alyson said, 'The false child of man shall lead the horrors to their end,' and it hit me. What if both prophecies are true? The blending of the high order of horror royalty life source means that, yes, you look human and were raised by humans, yes, you are the Daughter of All Horror, but you are not the purest of Nox breeds. You are a hybrid, like the rest of us in this dorm." Gabrielle drops her tea cup. "Holy shit, Donna is the Queen of hybrids." Alyson grabs a towel and laughs. "Yes, which also means she is a target of both humans and Horrors." Ysa brushes her hair off her ear. "It also means the safest place to talk about this is in the dreamscape." Gabrielle gives a belly laugh. "How the hell are we going to get the nine of us in the same bed? Donna's bed could barely fit you three." Salma puts her thumb to her lip. "True, but my room can fit three beds." Ysa squeals, "Four to the right and four to my left. What's a girl to do?" Salma tosses a cocoa packet at Ysa's head. "We are doing this for Donna's safety, not your fantasies." Ysa bites her lower lip. "Mommy has a temper." Salma huffs. "That's it, I'm sleeping on the far end of the sleep train."