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I didn't realize how long this was. Some of the dialouge credit goes to Hictooth. Here y'all go! (Enjoy the vixa)

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Vix-Edgar

Before anyone else could get to Rita, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door to a secluded spot not too far from the clubhouse. We stood in silence for a bit.

“Eyhay Itaray!” I finally said, “oday ouyay eakspay oarbay atinlay?”

Rita looked at me with confusion.

“Itaray!”

“Itaray!”

“Rita!”

“Itaray!”

Rita replied tentatively. “What?”

“oday ouyay eakspay oarbay atinlay?”

She laughed. “What are you saying?”

“Oarbay atinlay!” I laughed.

“You sound like Aud. Have you been talking with her?” Rita questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“Owhay uderay!” I scoffed.

Rita pretend smacked my shoulder. “no really, what are you saying?”

“Boar Latin,” I answered.

“Boar latin?” She asked.

“Yepadoodle doo,” I said.

“You sound strangely like Aud. And your much more goofy. What changed you?” Rita asked, half laughing.

“Well, a lot of things. Pain changes people. But also, ouyay changed me,” I answered.

“What does ‘ooh yey’ mean?” Rita asked.

I laughed and looked at the ground. “…you…” I said shyly.

When I took a peek at Rita, her cheeks had flushed a cute pink color but she didn’t look that flustered. “Oh. So, how do you speak this boar Latin?” She asked, twiddling her hair which made her look cute- Vix. Stop.

I began explaining, “start with a regular English word. How about your name? So you take the R from the beginning and then you have Itar.”

“Itar?” Rita laughed, “that sounds like guitar.”

“I guess it does,” I said, “so then, you add ‘ay’ to the end. It’s simple. Rita becomes Itaray.”

“Soo.. V..i…ixvay?” Rita tried.

“Nice, you got it,” I praised. “Okay, try Nebula.”

“Mkay so N..eby.. no wait. Ebbi.. Ooh yeah Ebbinay. Right?” Rita asked.

“Yep. Nice,” I smiled.

“Soo what do I do now?” Rita asked awkwardly. I decided to take the chance to ask her if she wanted to go to… a place. Hmm.. which place though? How about… Umm Gemstone Valley? YESS! Perfect!

“Oday ouyay antway otay ogay otay hetay emstonegay alleyvay ithway emay?” I asked in boar latin.

“Slow down. What?” Rita asked, confused, “I just learned what boar Latin is a few seconds ago!”

“Oh yeah. Sorry,” I apologized. I took a breath, okay, you can do this. No you can’t you’re a dork. Yess you cann it’s not that hard. Okay. “Do you want to go to the gemstone valley with me?”

Her face was reddish pinkish. Super cute. Okay. I need mental help.

“What are you expecting me to say?” Rita said.

Nuu suspenseeee.

“Um, no?”

“Why would I ever, in the history of forever, EVER say no?” Rita said.

“Um because you don’t want to go out with a dumb awkward weirdo,” I said as if it were obvious.

“You are not,” Rita hit my shoulder lightly, “you really gotta stop believing things like that.”

I felt my cheeks get warmer. “S-so, yes?”

A smile tugged on the corner’s of Rita’s mouth. “Yes.”

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Tumble landed lightly on the tiny crushed gems that made up the “sand” on the beach of Gemstone Valley. The place was beautiful. There were crystals in an array of colors all over the place, some small, some huge. They were in so many different shapes too.

Rita breathed in next to me. “Wow. This place is amazing! How did you know about it?”

“Well,” I explained, “my dad proposed to my mom here.”

“It seems like an awesome place to get engaged at,” Rita said.

I bit my cheek to keep myself from grinning like a big doofus. I tentatively reached over, and put my hand next to Rita’s. The back of my hand brushed Rita’s. I dared not to look at her face in fear that she’d say something weird or embarrassing. Then I made a slow motion of grabbing her hand. I got a warm squeeze in return.

“So… Your parents,” Rita began  “What were they like?”

“They were really great,” I said, looking down at the ground.

Rita studied my face, as if trying to get an answer from my expression. “And?”

“And what? There’s nothing else to say exept that they disowned me!” I spat.

Rita looked hurt. Immediately I smacked my forehead as hard as I could. And said under my breath “Dumb, dumb dumb Vix!”

“I.. Sorry Rita,” I said with my face in my hand, “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s fine,” Rita smiled, gripping my other hand tighter, “pain makes people do that. And, you don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to.”

“No it’s fine,” I said quickly, “I was just being my stupid self.”

Rita flicked my shoulder. “HEY! Remember, only positive things about yourself.”

“Nu,” I said like a little child, “I dun wanna.”

Rita raised her eyebrows. “Are you gonna disobey the doctor’s orders?”

“I’m not a child!” I pouted.

Rita laughed. “Rgggghh this isn’t faiiirrr,” I said, “your raising my self-esteem. Bully.” Rita pretended to look offended. “Me? A bully? How?”

“Your making me think good things about myself,” I said like a child. “And… how does that make me a bully?” Rita asked in confusion.

“Because your not supposed to raise my self-esteem,” I said.

We walked over to a large piece of obsidian shaped like a tabletop. I hopped up, and then sat down on the glossy surface. Then I grabbed one of Rita’s hands, and her other forearm to help her up onto the obsidian. She sat down next to me and we both looked at the ocean before us.

“Grima would’ve loved to be here…” I said quietly.

Rita looked at me for a moment before saying, “I would’ve liked to meet her.”

I chuckled a bit before saying, “Eh… Well she’d say ‘If you break my brother’s heart I will break your face, got it?’ And then start doing Aud-ey things.”

“’Aud-ey’?” Rita asked.

“You know how she’s always trying to push us together in the weirdest ways,” I explained. “Grima was like that.”

“Ohh,” Rita said. “Well, you seemed pretty close to her.”

I breathed out slowly. “Yeah, I was. She was super supportive. Some nights after my dad died, I would have nightmares that that stupid old Baardson would come back and kill me too. My mom was too busy working on other stuff. So Grima would come in my room. She wasn’t perfect at singing, but she was still good. She always sang the same lullaby to me. I don’t remember all of it, but it said something about a storm king, and kept repeating ‘sleep little one sleep’.”(Sound familiar? *cough* Tone Death *cough*) 

“Aud’s protective too,” Rita said, “when she’s not busy being ship-pepped.”

“I bet she is,” I said, looking down.

“You okay?” Rita asked, and I could feel her looking at me.

“Yeah I’m good,” I said as a tiny grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, “I’m just imagining what things Aud and Grima could plan if Grima was, you know...”

“Yeah, that would be a disaster,” Rita said with a chortle.

We sat there a bit in an awkward silence.

“Aud was always really protective of me," Rita finally said, breaking the silence. "We’ve been through some pretty crazy things together."

"Like?" I asked, trying to get a conversation started.

Rita smiled a little bit, "You want the good or the bad stuff?"

That sounded like she’s been through some pretty tough things too. So I don’t know why, I think to comfort her? I dunno but I reached over and put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me.

"Let's start with the good stuff," I suggested. "Then we can move to the bad if you want."

Rita nodded a little bit and then smiled.

"Well one time, we had to skip dinner, and it was around one in the morning when we both sat up in bed looking at each other. We were both hungry so we snuck upstairs for a midnight snack. Throughout the whole thing she kept holding my hand and looking around corners as we gobbled up snacks and snuck back downstairs."

"Midnight snacks are amazing. Especially with sisters," I agreed.

"Another time, we were out in a crystal cluster playing and we stumbled upon a pack of terrible terrors. Aud looked at me and told me that she would run and scare them away first and then I could follow after she made sure they wouldn’t bite me."

Another time, we were out in a crystal cluster playing and we stumbled upon a pack of terrible terrors. Aud looked at me and told me that she would run and scare them away first and then I could follow after she made sure they wouldnt bite me."

"Terrible terror bites are pretty terrible," I said. Oof. I got the joke. "sorry. Bad pun."

She laughed a little bit and then continued, getting quiet.

"She scared them off, but we wrestled with a few of those terrors and got pretty dirty. When we got home, dad immediately saw that we had been playing with dragons and he...he..."

I cut her off and asked "he what?"

"Well...he got mad at us. Let's just say we went to bed really sore that night," I said, trying to hold back tears.

"Oh...” I said looking down. Then I started getting it. “OH! wait so...wait you, you guys were...wait...he...?" I said, dumfounded.

"Yea," She said. I put both of my arms around her.

"I...I never knew that...happened,” I stammered, “I mean...was he like that all the time?"

"As long as I can remember," she choked.

"Why was he mad that you were with dragons?" I asked. Dragons are so cool.

"I dont know...but he always held an undefined and very personal hate to dragons. Aud and I both knew the risks of consorting with them. " Rita replied.

"So how did he react when he found out you two became guardians?" I asked curiously.

I was not ready for the reply I got.

"He set our house on fire and locked us inside," Rita said with no emotion.

I choked on literally nothing.

I spluttered "WHAT?!"

"Yea...I dont remember much. Apparently I passed out, but Aud pulled me out and we were taken to the hospital. Actually, Isla met Michael because he was putting out the fire and then they went to go track my dad down. The only times I've seen him since were when we were fighting."

"Oh,” I said  looking down.

I stared out at the water and sighed onto his shoulder, a few more tears escaping.

"I just hate the flashbacks. Aud doesn’t get them and bad, but I remember so much. It feels like every time he hit me, he hit the memory deeper into my soul. They dont leave me and I'll never know when I suddenly see something and remember my awful past. Its...so...scary..." She faded off.

She started crying a little bit. I could tell she wasn’t trying to, but she just cried.

“Sh.. Rita.. uh,” I stammered awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” She said with tears falling from her eyes like a waterfall.

“Shh,” I said knitting my eyebrows together, then putting my finger to her lips to shush her.

She still didn’t stop crying. Okay. Umm…

What I did next even surprised me.

I cupped her chin in my hand, closing my eyes until our lips met.

When I pulled away, I smiled softly at her, and held her hand. I pushed the bangs out from her face and began singing softly.

“I see your monsters

I see your pain

Tell me your problems

I'll chase them away

I'll be your lighthouse

I'll make it okay

When I see your monsters

I'll stand there so brave

And chase them all away”

I saw Rita smile as one more tear escaped her eye. I smiled as I continued singing a bit louder.

“Stand alone when you need someone

It’s the hardest thing 

Of all that you see

Are the bad bad bad memories

Take your time

And you’ll find me

‘Cause I see your monsters

I see your pain

Tell me your problems

I’ll chase them away

I see your monsters

I’ll stand there so brave

And chase them all away

And I will be here like you were for me

So just let me in

When you need to talk it out

With someone you trust

Just let me in 

And you’ll find me

‘Cause I see your monsters”

I faded out slowly watching Rita’s expression. I smiled at her warmly. Then she opened her arms and hugged me. It was a loose hug, but I sat there awkwardly at first with my arms in the air weirdly. Then I also wrapped my arms around her back securely. It was a little weird when I felt her rest her chin on my shoulder, but it was comfortable.

When we pulled apart, I wiped off a remaining tear from Rita’s cheek.

“You wanna go back to the cabin?” I asked with a hand on her shoulder.

Rita sniffed and nodded, “yea, let’s go.”