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Diff the Dragon – Part Fiftythree

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Diff the Dragon by Angela Lott, illustrations by Richard Bartrop. An Okal Rel Universe Legacy Novella featuring the young Alivda

Angela Lott is the middle child of Lynda’s three daughters. She did two years of Business schooling at the College of New Caledonia and is now working as a receptionist at her local FYiDoctors. In her spare time she enjoys writing, video blogging, reading and watching very nerdy TV shows.

Part 53

Alivda was put under till the caffeine wore off and then she and Amel left.

They went back to Barmi.

“So how was your visit with Ann?” Perry asked upon their arrival.

“Awesome!” Alivda said. “And then really sucky.” She pouted.

“She managed to get her hands on some coffee,” Amel said and then collapsed on Perry’s couch.

“Oh,” Perry said. “I can’t even imagine.” And she collapsed down next to him.

“Oh!” Alivda yelled and then ran off.

Amel sighed and followed her.

He found her in her favourite sword practice area.

“Here!” she said, and she handed him her old sword.

“Thank you,” Amel said genuinely. “Thank you a lot.”

“I am too big for it anyway!” Alivda said proudly. “So when do I get my new sword?”

“Why don’t we go get it now,” Amel said, throwing caution to the winds. “But first there is something I have to do. Follow me.”

Alivda followed Amel through the familiar corridors of Barmi until they got to Amel’s room.

Amel walked over to his bed. Above his bed was the silver locket with his Diff’s hair in it. He got up on the bed and fastened the sword to the wall next to it.

“There,” he said when he was off the bed again.

“Why do you keep things like that?” Alivda asked.

“Nostalgia I guess,” Amel said wistfully.

“You are really Demish for someone with such dark hair and so many mekan’stan,” Alivda said, as if she knew everything.

“Oh and you are one to talk!” Amel said, mussing her white- blonde hair.

She giggled.

When she stopped giggling, she looked up at him admiringly. He was hers.

“You’re mine,” she said.

Amel smiled. “And you are mine.”

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