They didn’t protest one word. That was a good start. My stomach roiled as we marched through the palace, clogging the halls. I had Korvan and his me... at the rear with the rakshasas. Nephi led the way in her sphinx form, Solja and Tharaka behind her. I came with my sisters, my mother, Kyaza, Shetha, Diane, Oberoy, Solomas, Lilica, and Beliala.No one was being left behind.We reached the entrance to the palace. No one stopped us from leaving, though Istandar Zianamilizzi waited on a palanquin with. "Why are you crying?" I ask in curiosity."Oh, you know me, hon. I'm always a sucker for this movie. We must have watched it a hundred times, and it never fails to get to me. I just get so caught up in the story. It's so sad... ," Her voice drifts off toward the end and she turns her gaze back to the events on the screen."Sad? Why is it sad?" I ask, befuddled. But before she can reply, I feel myself slipping away again. My vision begins to cloud over and it feels as though I'm slowly falling. To start with, despite being 20 years old, she wasn't in college like everyone else. Her parents strongly advised her to reconsider going to college right after high school, and although she got some flak from her friends for it, she took their advice and steered clear of further education. It was hard at first, knowing her friends were out there living the college experience, but once they began to complain about money problems after the first year, she felt more at ease.That leads to the. When my dad remarried two years later , he had a little girl, Dahlia. We are about 3 and a half years apart. We didn't see each other often, but every time we saw each other we were like best friends. I lived with my mom, and she with my dad.Today I am nineteen and she just turned sixteen. My dad recently got a divorce and my mom moved to France with her new French lover. I couldn't join them because of college, my girlfriend and a whole bunch of other stuff, so I moved in with my dad. I hadn't.