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When Fenáro finished his story (AN: The story Fenáro tells is literally Wicked) I looked at him sadly: 'Is that true?'
He nodded slightly: 'I think so yeah.' He smiled and stood up: 'I think it's time to go to our lessons. I nodded, my head still full of thoughts.

A few hours later, I sat in a corner of the aula. I cried. I couldn't believe my mum was wicked, and killed people. And I could, I mean, she doesn't love me. That was what made it so scary. Suddenly he sat down besides me: 'Don't cry.' He hugged me tightly. 'It's gonna be okay. We don't know which story is true.'
I looked at him sadly: 'Actually, we do.' He gave me a confused look, and I explained, 'See, only your story can be true. I know my mum well enough to say she isn't a nice person. I heard her one time talking to her captain of the guards. They said...' I couldn't talk anymore. I never told this to anyone. I knew Fenáro only a couple of weeks, and we had our first talk that day! Why would I tell him? But it just felt okay, so I started talking hesitantly: 'They wanted to kill... well... someone.'
He looked at me worriedly. 'Do I know that person?' he asked shyly. I didn't answer.
'You have to tell me!'

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DUN DUN DUUUNNN...
Who do you think it is? Tell me in a comment. And, as always, tell me what I did good and what I can do better.
Sorry for this short chapter btw.
Bye sweeties!
Xxx, Alassë