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SB & PB * Book 2
Now In Editing
Come and see the Changes as they get Started* 4/4/2026

This is Pass NUMBER TWO

  • The First One was the “bones” draft: the quick frame my dreams gave me. Just enough to know what happens; sometimes the dialog will float in strong. And other times I will have an environmental clue, and there are points I'm like, "This needs to be thoroughly researched."

    Quality is important in my work but I am not going off in my bones to check what is an oasis like in a dessert back in ancient Egypt. I will trust my bones and dreams for this small second.

    But that is just the bone gathering stage. At times, it isn't even a full dream others would realize meant a ton of things.

    But I never leave it as dust and fragments. Yes, it is fantasy and magical in places, but we react with real moments and truth.

    How can I address issues otherwise? And as I pull this together, I am thinking of how it will help those in real life, as sometimes I am not sure at the dust stage all the moments coming.
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    But I get a new adventure, a chapter, and a moment every single time I sleep. It will fade, so I must do it as quickly as I can.

    There are so many 'squiggles and giggles,' as I call those pesky annoying lines.

    But for you folks, I do run it once for a quick light copy edit not allowing anything much to be trained. (Because I am highly dyslexic.)
     

  • LEVEL Two is where we are at now. I add research and change that basic frame as I learn more. I’m putting on what I call the “fine bones” — the full narrative that the dream‑dust only outlined.
     

There will be many more edits after this. One round is nowhere near enough for a book.

I do a lot of passes — big story changes, then smaller ones, then finally a polish edit at the end. That last polish pass is where things like tense consistency get fixed, because by then the story layers have stopped shifting underneath.
 

Right now, this is active editing, not a finished book. It’s not going to be perfect. You will see tense shifts and rough spots because I am still building and rebuilding the layers of the narrative.
 

There is much more to a person than just their base story, and the same is true of a book. As research confirms or corrects my visions, I will add and adjust. I try hard to be accurate and do not just trust my dreams. 

Dreams are wonderful, but they don’t have to follow rules like gravity or history — a book for kids does.

So what you are seeing here is the story growing in public. The bones are here, the finer bones are going on, and the muscles and skin will come in later edits.
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A Little Dream Challenge for You

 

Tonight, when you go to sleep, try this:

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In the morning, or as soon as you can, write down everything you remember from your dreams. Then, as we go along, try to expand it.

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Make a story for yourself. It might be loads of fun.

Don’t second‑guess it. Just jot down all you remember. Don’t even feel a need to correct it.

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Let the squiggles and giggles reign supreme, even if you fill the page with typos.

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(But do try to watch for one thing: if you type fast like I do, without looking at the keys, make sure you don’t suddenly jump rows or columns on the keyboard. That can be… ah, hilarious.)

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  • Jumped Row: u7j4ee 492

    • When you move up or down a row on the home keys.​

  • Shifted Column: djogyrf vp;i,m

    • When you accidentally shift right or left of the keyboard row.​​

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Yeah, that is a little bit of gobbledygook that can be hard to recover from... Now this might be where I came up with the character who uses a mass eraser on work.

Snuggle Bunny and Pumpkin Britches got ready for the day. School was just around the corner and summer was nearly over. Pumpkin was particularly excited as this year she started kindergarten. Snuggle was excited too as she was in first grade.

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Both wanted to make a great impression. Pumpkin discovered she had a problem; none of her clothes fit her right. Overnight she grew three inches.

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They went to their mother and told her of Pumpkin's problem. Their mother listened and said she had time to get this fixed today.

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Her eyes drifted to the pumpkin embroidered on her daughter's overalls and she sighed lightly, quickly breathed in, and smiled.

They went to Pumpkin's favorite clothing store and Pumpkin went to the rack she always went to — the toddler one with a large pumpkin in the center.

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But she discovered what her mom already suspected: she had outgrown this store altogether. Well, outgrew their regular stock. So they went to Snuggle's favorite store next.

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Pumpkin found lots of beautiful clothes that fit. But there was not a single outfit with a pumpkin. This made her angry. She crossed her arms and yelled, "This store is stupid!"

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This hurt Snuggle's feelings. Their mother glided her hand down Pumpkin's cheek and said, "Buttercup, the store isn't stupid. It just doesn't sell clothes with pumpkins on them all year round."

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"Why not?!" Pumpkin asked, nearly yelling.

 

"It's not Halloween. The other store's owner runs the local pumpkin patch, so she always has some for smaller kids. She'd also have some for older kids during Halloween, but they don't sell enough to warrant having the stock all year."

 

"But I have to have a pumpkin. Got to. Halloween is my favorite time. It's me!"

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"I understand, love. Mom found out I was having you on Halloween. My doctor was telling me before then I was imagining things, as they said I'd never have kids. You were both a surprise and a shock but for certain wanted. We make a big deal of Halloween as that was the day I heard the heart of my child. But you can tell people you love Halloween."

 

"I've always gotten pumpkins. Mom, can we check somewhere else?"

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"Of course we can. We will do three things. One, we get three outfits right here and now as you need something to wear. Next, we find something here that we can take to the patch store — she does embroidery. It's expensive, but we will get her started on one for your first day at school. Lastly, we will look over the next few days, but we can't spend too much more time today. I'm due to pick your brother up at practice."

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"Dad should get him! I need my pumpkins."

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Mom frowned once, breathed in thrice.

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"Pumpkin, you want the pumpkins but you don't need them. Your dad is working and that is a need. Grownups can't ditch work because their kid grew three inches. Your brother needs picked up on time and I never have you kids waiting to be picked up, spare an accident."

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"But I need clothes!"

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"You need clothes that fit, love, true. But pumpkins on them is a want. You do love pumpkins and I will do what I can to get you at least one outfit with them while addressing all my kids' genuine needs. But get, there are many wants in life. If I must have pumpkins sewn on, I'll get one or two done special, but you'll have to expand your horizons as it is very expensive. We cannot afford lots of special-made clothes."

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"She gets dresses she wants!" Pumpkin crossed her arms. "You love them more than me!"

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"Not more, not less, either. I love you both so much I'd die for either of you. Love grows if we are open to it, but Pumpkin, you have more love in you for them too. Her clothes are on sale and she needs some as she's also grown an inch this summer, and luckily they have them for her. But don't make love into a dollar sign. It's unfair to me to do so. Now get to picking, nugget, or you'll run out of time to have a bonus check for pumpkins."

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Pumpkin refused to look.

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Her mother said to try things on and Snuggle picked things. Pumpkin put them on, but no matter how cute they looked, she declared them all terrible.

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Suddenly her mom looked at the wall clock and said, "Young lady, your mom will pick out of these others if you don't. Lots were cute. Only a few would not suit your skin tone. None were ugly."

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"You would not pick!"

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"Oh, you can bet your sweet britches I would. Just as I made sure you had your shots, buttercup. Those hurt, but not having them is worse. You need clothes immediately. You have two minutes to start looking through, otherwise the patch will close as it's not open long right now. I'd take your special request in tomorrow, but it is already a rush job for school and will cost a bucket. You at least tried on a bunch. That was an improvement. If you won't, I will. I would think about which options are best."

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Pumpkin picked, but in a poor temper. They went back to the patch store and went inside. Her mom let her pick the design.

After discussing time, she was told a price for it just being done and a rush. Her mother nodded and paid more for the fastest turn. That special job cost as much as the clothes cost on sale — just to have one pair of overalls done special.

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Snuggle's ear twitched a bit. She then told Pumpkin the cost. "I think Mom spent her ballgown money. She used the card she used when buying that dress last time."

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Pumpkin looked out the window, quiet. They managed to get one more store with no luck, and then it was time to get brother.

Snuggle asked, "Mom, you used your dress money for Pumpkin."

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"I did, but I can just have loops added to my wedding dress and I will save again. Girls, a new gown was a want and I am perfectly fine giving up my wants for yours anytime. You know I picked that style of wedding dress for the reason it could double. Smart clothes choices are a great thing."

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Bubby tapped on the dash and said, "Dad's going to blow his stack."

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"He will just not understand why pumpkins are that important for a bit to our girl, and be upset that I set aside a dream for a moment, and be a tad upset as he and I do love dancing and he looked forward to something trendy for a change. But he will — as her happiness means a ton to him — cool down. And wonder then about plans. I will have more money in a few weeks, but say I can't still afford the loops. As that is the worst, I still have the old ballgowns of last year. You haven't told me yet about team sneakers. Don't worry, I've got that still and I will get that first from this budget. And don't think I am nuts and don't know a good basketball court shoe costs the same — or is the same — as real shoes."

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"And I have a backup plan to my backups. In fact, I still have my high school ballgown and wore it to nine events, as I buy classic pieces that are timeless rather than just here and now most all the time. My waistline is a bit big, but we can always work on trimming to a point. I love that one. And I daresay one of my girls will want it. Probably Honey will get it as she is eldest and it best suits her skin tone too. Snuggle and Pumpkin, don't worry — we will get you timeless dresses or a trendy one that suits you at the time."

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Snuggle looked at Pumpkin and breathed in. Pumpkin crossed her arms. "Mom, it should be mine. I'm your real daughter."

"Love, you are all my real daughters. And I have a dress for you too. But if all three of my girls love that same dress, I'll have it remade by a seamstress two times if I can't find it in a store. Pumpkin, you have all my love, as they also have all of it. Love is able to grow, love, but get — I'll love you for life more than my own. Honey gets that dress as she is oldest, provided it's in good condition still and the seamstress can manage it. I know she wants it as she has already said how much she loves it. She will need it altered a ton, though, so maybe she won't get it."

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Bubby laughed hard. "You are a ton taller. She took after our mom. She is super short."

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"Well, she has a round or two left, but right now the side slit is too low for walking. But she isn't that short to me. She is already taller than my great-grandmother. Now she was real short. Honey could put out her arm straight and my great-grandmother could run under her arm all day long, and she was a lovely woman who got along just fine in the world."

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"That's super short," Bubby said.

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"Yep. And there are even shorter folks, and that's beautiful. Differences are the spice of life."

 

They pulled into the garage and the girls went to their room.

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Snuggle breathed in and turned to Pumpkin, but before she could say anything, Mayor Lion roared.

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"He's in trouble!" Snuggle said, and they opened their window curtains and the magical world of Avalon was right between the frames.

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They went through and found Mayor Lion hiding behind the bush. He said, "Girls, help! I have no clothes."

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"But you have fur," Snuggle said.

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"And what does that mean? That I am some animal and fine being undressed? Clothes make me me!"

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Pumpkin nodded. "I get it. Pumpkins are me, and they didn't have any."

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"At least you have clothes," Mayor Lion said.

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Snuggle nodded. "And Mom is getting a pumpkin outfit done up for you."

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Pumpkin sighed. "Yeah. One. Just one, when I want pumpkins on all my clothes. Mom found me on Halloween."

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Snuggle sighed.

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"But at least you're not undressed. We have no way to make any," Mayor Lion said.

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"Oh, right," Snuggle said and clutched her rabbit. "We got fish, cows, and chickens but not sheep."

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"Let's go get them some," Pumpkin stated, and they went into the window, down the hall to the menagerie, and found blue, pink, white, red, purple, black, and yellow sheep on the bottom shelf.

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Snuggle pointed to the top shelf and said, "Look."

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And up on the top shelf, baaing, was a sheep with the most beautiful, shiny golden fleece of all the sheep.

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"We've gotta get it!" Snuggle declared.

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"But how?" Pumpkin asked.

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"We climb the shelves."

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And so they climbed up the shelves together and fell down near the top. They both landed on soft cushions and around them fell to the ground their mom's collection.

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Pumpkin cried at the broken porcelain and wailed. "We are murderers! Mom will hate me forever. I was a big brat and now this. I may as well run away from home."

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"If she won't love you anymore, she will hate me even more. We will run away together."

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And so they ran to Avalon. Not even a minute later, their mom came in and saw the mess. Her magic sailed out of her with a massive stream of white glittery magic, and the entire menagerie was righted.

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She listened and heard a baaing sheep and her children's tears, and went to Avalon. She hugged both girls. "My little loves, did you get hurt when you fell?"

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"No, Mom. But you have to hate us. We're murderers."

"Girls, there is nothing in this life that would make me stop loving you. You could even kill me and I would still love you. Loves, I already said I love you so much I'd die for you, and love like that you can't lose easily. But girls, you aren't murderers. Your mom has a bit of magic, and if you ever break something in there, just tell me as soon as you can."

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"But girls, please never run away again. Running is rarely the right answer, and that hurts me — that you felt unable to come to me about anything. Get, you can't lose my love, ever. But I can't help if I don't know the troubles."

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"Next, let's go see the room so you can see for yourselves everything is fine. Get, I understand the fear you had. My mom — your grandma — had some china from her grandma, and I wanted to look at it closer. I climbed on the china hutch, got it down, and dropped it. I felt so bad I got out super glue and did my best to fix it. And it was so awful, my job. My mom probably could have fixed it nicer. She got mad at me for a bit, but she still loved me."

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"Bet you weren't a brat like I was."

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"Brat? Who called you a brat? Nah, you just wanted something badly that makes you feel special and expressed your distress. Dad agreed that one outfit for the first day of school was the right call for your emotional well-being, and then we both searched for an alternative option, as brother's shoes will take up the rest of my savings."

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"We will show you our solution even though we both hope to find a place selling pumpkin clothes for grown-up kids. But I see no brats around me — just a kid expressing her worries on losing something important to herself. At most I would say you spoke with what you felt was needed heat, but remember: when things are going wrong, your mom probably will understand."

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"Now look — here we are. Oh no, we have to find that pesky sheep."

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Now Here is the point I start needing to do research. When I do bones, I always know research points in my head.

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I like making things as historically accurate as possible. Research can change words at times and for a lot of books if I have many I lay it down as quick sketch then.

 

But that is okay. Bones are just the structure that needs all of it. It's the shell of the story. The strength behind the moments.

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And get when we add pictures words also tweak. My words inspire the art. The Art Inspires my words.

 

But I think this book to be FULLY Pictured is going to make three Volumes to this point we have Volume One.

 

(Working Title: The Case of a Needed Wardrobe for above // Hum...m let's wait on the next name)
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Aria analyzes the sand from the menagerie shelf where the golden sheep stood. She works with it as scientists do, examining its composition and properties, and determines the time and place they need to travel to.

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The special closet provides desert gear appropriate to ancient Egypt. They dress for the journey before they leave.

They travel through time and arrive near a camel seller. Aria looks herself over and checks her purse. She makes purchases, paying with coins that looked very old but now look very new in this time. She picks up a couple of daggers for protection as it is a harsh land.

 

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Okay Research for this section right: What would they wear on this adventure? How do they for sure date this stuff in real life. I left it as a check but I have a word in my head radiation is how they do it. But its not that exact.. Now we can't do that with our girls right there so we make it a fun magic moment.

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Aria’s hand swept the shelf and rubbed.  “This dust is really old.”

 

“Mom how can you know? It looks just like sand to me.” The girls said.

 

She smiled. “Well, it’s a feeling but we best go analyze it. Now I have something much more effective than…OSL.”

 

“What is OSL?” Snuggle asked.

 

“Optically Stimulated Luminescence dating what that does is it looks at when the last time sunlight was on it. Radioactive also does other types of dating more suitable if… the this got here the normal way. Nah this sand was not under the ground and wasn’t even lying around. No this sand time traveled to that spot.”

 

We went into a room and she put the grains into a vial. The swirled into with a thousand lights. And then just stopped. A date appeared and a cabinet opened. “Okay girls it looks like we are going to ancient Egypt.”

 

“Mom how?” Pumpkin pulled back.

 

Her mom lifted her hand up and then inside it a ball of light appeared. “Good thing I have a closet of robes. Pumpkin the best I can get to pumpkins is orange.”

 

Pumpkin nodded twice and sighed.

 

They got dressed in fine linen sheath dresses called kalasiris, that were held up by two straps, both ankle-length. Over this they wore robes of fine linen. Pumpkins was dyed orange and Snuggles was red.

 

Mom wore a gold and purple and looked rather regal. “I need to um…m pretend something while there girls. My magic will be considered evil or goddess like which do we go with?”

 

“Goddess.” Pumpkin said sweetly.”

 

“That it is. Now sweeties…” Their mom looked at their heads. “We should shave them to fit in.”

 

Snuggled screeched and ran.

 

Mom said, “I said should.”

 

Snuggle returned. Mom spent some time cooking some dried fish, made bread, and then went back to the menagerie. “Girls Camels or Donkey’s.  Do you know which will survive a dry desert.”

 

Mom on Snuggles point got down camel statues. Floating out several trunks, they went through a portal.

 

Mom smiled, “We will need to buy some things when we get there but this should do us for a few evenings if needed. But the last thing we need to add on is a little khol around the eyes. … and we will sneak in some sun screen.” She added the khol to her eyes and the two girls.

 

They looked at each other in the mirror before leaving. The khol looked dramatic.

 

Mom smiled, “Yeah, it is something but so practical — it cuts the glare of the sun and keeps certain things away from the eyes in the dust and heat." The shaving head was skipped entirely much to Snuggle’s Relief as she passed a pair of scissors.

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OKAY RESEARCH POINT What is this ancient caravan going to look like.... we will find out tomorrow.

Update 4/5/2026

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The desert opened before them in waves of gold and heat, rolling around sort of like a haunting snake. Their camels moved steadily, already earning their keep. Mom smiled slightly. "You picked a good group, girls."

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By evening they crested a dune and below, the moon shone down and the stars sparkled. Settled into the hollow where the wind dropped was a caravan at rest. Fifteen donkeys laden heavy — fabrics, spices, sealed jars of oil — their sides bulging with treasure wrapped tight against the sand.

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The Shasu looked up. Camels meant wealth out here. Real wealth. The kind that bought protection and commanded respect.

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"Girls, no matter what I say, do not disagree with me."

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The herders were a nomadic clan of the desert and though they had a good trade and fine goods, they looked exceedingly dusty and weary. Their dark robes were practical against both sun and cold night air, their eyes sharp and assessing as strangers approached with camels, goods, and a heavy trunk.

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That last part bought them entry without a fight.

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Their mother held up one hand — open, unhurried. The greeting of someone who knew the custom. They were allowed to close the remaining distance.

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She purchased flatbread and dried provisions quietly, then asked after fresh water.

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"We have not enough to spare."

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"Osiris has not been pleased for near a decade," one of the men said, not unkindly. "But there is water at the oasis — if the oasis holds. For a price I can direct you." And he looked toward the girls.

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"I will give you coin aplenty. Their future husbands would take great exception to us not arriving safely. Now. Where is this place?"

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Then her eyes moved to the daggers at the lead trader's belt. Beautiful things — curved, handles inlaid with lapis and bone, the sheaths tooled in fine geometric patterns. Her hand did not move toward her coin purse yet. She simply looked.

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The trader followed her gaze and named his price first — for the directions. She pointed. "A few other items could be helpful. That one looks rather special."

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"I can part with it for some of your water."

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Mom's expression did not change. She paid him in water. He then asked her something too low for the girls to hear. Her eyes narrowed once.

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"Girls. We leave immediately. Your husbands are waiting."

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Pumpkin watched the whole exchange very quietly.

Walking away she said softly, "Mom—"

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"Later," Aria said, and her voice was pleasant and meant it.

The daggers settled at the girls' waists — the real reason, after all, that they'd arrived as young women rather than children. No one questions a dagger on a woman's hip. Everyone questions one on a child.

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They travel through the desert and find a lady in trouble at a well. Aria defends the woman and her girls. Mom's magic renders the attackers into sleep and sends them elsewhere. No lasting harm done.

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Research we are coming to another area the oasis. And Aria when she says later, always means it. And I will need to remember to include a reason to explain the deception.

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The Next Point of Narrative

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They use the daggers to defend themselve and a woman at the well. Grateful, the woman tells them she sold sheep to a town not too far away. Aria nods, and they travel on.

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Such a small bit, right? Let's see tomorrow how it expands!

Update 4/6/2026

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Their mouths were a bit dry.

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"Mom why did you say we were married," Snuggle asked. "And why sell the water."

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"Firstly, we are all of age for marriage around here."

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"We are?" Snuggle said and looked at Pumpkin.

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"Yes we are. Best we are just attached. You are going to your husbands, remember girls, if asked. That is important — you are going to them. We are wealthy. It's a different thing even in this age. And I am just attached."

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Pumpkin laughed. "Mom you are attached."

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"I am, but if I list him as Marcus Au they might get confused. He doesn't exist yet." She adjusted the reins without looking at them. "But girls if the need is great for water, I can magic just a little for you. Water is the high commodity right now and it's best we also buy things to fight."

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They looked at the waterskins on their camels, worrying a little less, then a lot more.

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"Mom what about you?" Pumpkin said with a worried lip.

Their mom waved it off with a chuckle. "Doesn't work for me. But no matter — I didn't pay too much for the daggers."

"We need them Mom." Pumpkin touched hers awkwardly.

"Likely."

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They smelled the oasis before they saw it. Green on the air — faint, almost impossible — but there. And it felt like a freedom in the breath after so much heat and sand.

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The walls came into view as they crested the last rise. Low stone, dry-fitted, old. They approached the gate and a guard called down, "Ladies get inside. Trouble on the horizon. Like to say you're the cause of it but they'd be coming to raid for water regardless."

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Once inside safely the gate shut. Hard and fast behind their last animal. The ladies huddled at the covered wall.

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Men shouted. Animals lifted in panic. Sheep, one camel, and a handful of donkeys pulled at their ropes.

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Aria looked out over the small crops with their lines of ditches between and her hand went up once to shade her eyes.

The ladies at the wall whispered, "Do you think they will find the bad fence?"

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"Not all of them," Mom said quietly. "But I think one already has."

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She looked at the girls. Then at the daggers at their waists. "Stay close. Draw your weapons. Do you hear me."

They heard her.

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Four scuttled in through the gap and made straight for the sheep pen. Then another wave and the guards were matched, then outnumbered. The same dusty robes. The same weary eyes, now sharp with something worse than need.

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At the well a woman stood her ground with a staff. She was not winning but she had not stopped.

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Mom began spinning her hands together slowly. What gathered between them looked at first like glass — clear, dense, turning. Then it turned white. Then it turned to snow, swirling softly in the desert heat.

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Everyone fell asleep. Absolutely everyone.

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When they woke the enemies were gone. The guards looked at each other. Then at Mom. They went to their knees.

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"Goddess. We beseech you to bless us."

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Aria nodded once. "You pleased me greatly. But tell me — have you had any sheep buyers recently? I am looking for one I lost track of."

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The woman from the well stepped forward, staff still in hand, composure entirely recovered. "Yes. A small herd sold to the city at the end of the basin. Not too far." She bowed her head.

 

"We will fetch you water. Thank you goddess for the blessing."

 

"Goddess, where did the enemy—"

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"I sent them to a different place," their mom said, and explained briefly.

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Pumpkin looked around at the empty ground where eight men had been. "Mom you didn't."

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"I sent them somewhere else. No lasting harm." Mom was already checking the camels. "The world does not need more grudges than it already has."

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Snuggle's ears moved once, up and down. "Mom the lady is

staring at you."

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"Yes," said Aria. "That tends to happen. A goddess is rather a fascinating thing."

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Snuggle's lip lifted up and down once.

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Yep, ALL of that from a tiny bit of narrative. My bones are about making the quick notes.  But its time to research again as I have some notes again. The next set might seem a little sketchy to folks as I know all what I mean by the next set. Bones must make sense to the expander.

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My dreams are sometimes like a pressed accordian. When you play it you carefully expand it.

Update 4/7/2026

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They find the town near the Nile basin. The land is dry and meager. The inundation has not come in a long time. Poor harvests have left people hungry.

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Aria gets information from the local children and people quietly. She magics food for a few days at a distance without drawing attention to herself.

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The girls want to solve it all permanently. Aria explains that she cannot. She does not know these people's full history. To solve it forever she would have to stay permanently and that is not her role.

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She notices the people have eaten nearly all their seed grain. The girls remember what they learned in Book One about sowing fields. Now your thinking says Aria. They help plant what seed grain remains. With the food magicked and water coming it will be enough.

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Aria performs the angel dance. Rain falls. A new well appears beneath her feet. She is spent.

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Mom why aren't we harvesting asks Snuggle. Because we have to get before they decide to keep us says Aria. They go.They travel up the now full Nile by boat. The golden sheep has been sold to Olympus as it would be nothing but trouble otherwise. It might be sacrificed there but Aria tells the girls it will not be. She has an idea of where it is headed. She smiles and says no more.

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Kids sometimes my dreams skips a person. Did you notice there was no guide before in the notes? And we already had a lot of expansion as a result.

 

They came when I go back, meditate and day dream a bit as I haven't completed the journey that I knew happened already. Now next up we had notes for the trip up the NIle as they learned in the city that the sheep was sold. But we have no details.for a bit and that is fine. Don't worry I will sleep on it but I have something of a beginning.

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When the girls wake up the three brothers were a small ways to the left and bowing at a small shrine made out of limestone. In front of it was a trunk. They bowed on one knee said thanks, and then each one dipped their hands into the trunk. A sack was in each of their hands. They breathed in while looking upward.  The girls came up.  “Hello.”

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The one with blue eyes turned, “Hey girls. We have food. We know you are starving. Everyone is after an angel dance. By the way, my real name is Beau Belmont Richardson the Third. These two crazies are Marcus and Thompson. I gave my full one as me and my dad look identical and your Mom and him got married so many years in the future.”

 

Pumpkin and Snuggle blanked.  They were about to yell.

He frowned, “Girls when you travel in time, the people you married don’t even exist. They are dead. And if we want to get technical, my Dad married your mom first so there. But we all are siblings. Just from different time frames. When she is in your life he recall of her future and past is not fully clear and that is great for her love life. She does need one get…” He then breathed in and pulled on his ear like the other two did in the same second.

 

Thompson’s eyes were dark green and he tapped his cowl, “Okay time to eat. Always love a goddess of life shrine.” He then pointed to it and chuckled. “There in several areas of the world. When you put your hands in you get whatever you need most. One per person and you’ll forget where you got it unless….”

 

The girls chuckled, “Unless your related.”

Marcus’ black eyes lifted, “Yep but now Beau you do the honors.”

 

“I’m thinking of Happy Minu Valley.” And he disappeared and returned quick with camels and more.

 

Pumpkin and Snuggle were so excited. “How did you?”

 

Beau smiled, “We three are registered users of your Mom’s head world by her other daughter Viola who is in charge of all things related to users except for husbands of her. Your dad could enter if he was not stuck on a no magic world. You’ll sometimes hear her other child, Sweetness, but we users when we hear her real name on a time travel, start remembering where we traveled from if we lost it.”

 

Thompson cackled. “We totally lost it all three of us this time.”

 

“Totally.”  Marcus smacked his bald head, “Now I really miss my hair.”

 

The girls laughed hard, and inside the bags were food and water. They also went and got a bag, and Pumpkin looked inside her bag and sighed a tiny bit sad.

 

Beau looked at her puzzledly, “What were you hoping to need?”

 

“Pumpkin Britches.”

 

The boys laughed. Marcus snickered “You have clothes to wear. This shrine would never give you clothes like that. Naked people get an outfit as well as food. Everyone gets a meal we boys did get weapons on top as we know a trick but girls shouldn’t fight anyway.”

 

“Why is Mom still asleep?” Snuggle asked.

 

“Girls she was a solo dancing angel making a full nations river system and the entire dessert have rain. You think she has energy to spare right yet. NO but we do need to hurry.” Beau looked to the horizon. “They will wake up and they have boats and we are landbound. Not enough crew to man a boat of this era upriver appropriate for a goddess. Still haven’t found out where her lost sheep is. What sheep is she missing?”

 

“The Golden one.”

 

Beau kicked a rock. “That pesky thing. I remember it getting out once on me too. Ah well. Okay we got to get a move on and never say directly, what that sheep is.”

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After a meal, Beau carried their mom up on his ride. “Mom, I missed you so much.”

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Marcus nodded, “Its so hard being away at times. I’m so jealous of these girls.”

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It took a full day’s ride to get to a town that looked near fully abandoned.  There was a young boy who looked about to die. His stomach had the punch of being a long time without food. And no strength. Pumpkin was the first to reach him. And he stood up a bit stronger and smiled. “The gods were right. I’d find you all."

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Beau told the boy to sip at the water and eat slowly.

 

“Who sent you?” Marcus said crossing his arms.

 

“I am from the town where a shoe will be lost. Is what I am supposed to say.”

 

Beau cackled suddenly and the boy blanched. He shook his head, “Oh nothing at all really it is just I’ve been on this quest before. I know where we are going to get the sheep. This young lad now join us we could use another. Hum…m girls I know a lady can fight we all do but seriously you shouldn’t unless it is to defend yourself. You had stones on the head and you’re developing your powers unless either of you are war angels. A dagger will hurt you should you take a life. One should give that burden away.”

 

Snuggle quickly passed her overs.

 

Pumpkin smirked and said nothing at all.

 

Beau looked and nodded. “You were the one born of Aria.” He pointed to Pumpkin.

 

“My hair gives it away.”

 

The boys laughed, “Nah. We all have different hair you can tell by our brows.”

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Snuggle starred, “How did you know which of us was which?

Beau tugged and rubbed his right ear as did the other three boys. Pumpkin put her hand out, “Why do you three feel like the same person?”

 

Thompson laughed, “Now that is because we share the same soul. We loved our Sweetness so much and went and did it when we meet her back in heaven long ago. And to your question, we will put it this way. Pumpkin you didn’t protest her giving the sword when you are obviously younger. Its more inherent to protect siblings, so we concluded that one is a stepdaughter. Not that Aria loves you anything less than fully.” Thompson glanced over, “But Aria’s direct born children have a decided lack of self-interest in their makeup.”

 

Pumpkin crossed her arms, “I insisted on pumpkins. They are me.”

 

Marcus cackled. "You are an angel but a mortal angel fish...hey guys she smells like Sweetness?"

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"Sweetness?" Snuggle asked her eyes a bit angry.

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"Yeah, Sweetness soul got too big and landed elsewhere in one other place. Sort of like an angel man splits his off but this one is fully an angel. You two will become one eventually and your seperate journeys give stability where it was failing."

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Pumpkin smiled, "So the one who keeps stealing Mom's time...is ME!"

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Are we excited about tommorow as we still haven't arrived in Olympus? Do you know why Snuggle is upset right now?  Time to gather more dust...we will see what we add tomorrow.

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Update 4/9/2026

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“You and not you,” Beau explained. “Your soul is the same. What fills your heart and drives your motivation is often hard to change. But do you think you are changed for this journey?”

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Snuggle nodded. “Yeah, I found out I wasn’t important.”

 

Pumpkin shook her head. “That isn’t what they said. We just grew up a lot, is all.”

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“They said you were her real daughter.” Snuggle gripped the cloth of her clothes and started crying.

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“No, they said she birthed me. Your mom is your mom. Mine is mine. What’s wrong with Mommy being just my Mommy?” And then Pumpkin also started crying.

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Thompson stepped back. “Okay, how old are you two, like really?”

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Pumpkin said, “I just turned five,” she sniffled. “We have been a family since July.”

 

Snuggle said, “I’ll be seven soon.”

 

The boys nodded. Their faces became gentler. “Every life has meaning and value and there is no life less important in the equation of all things,” Beau said. “Aria would say that if she were awake. It doesn’t even matter how much power you boast or don’t. Every single thing is connected. But we did need to know you guys’ mental ages.”

 

“Yep, you see.” Marcus points to Pumpkin. “You and I.”

 

“Actually, at one time or another, when you are nice and old in both stacks and we bump into each other, we ALWAYS get married. But you’re presenting an adult package. Perception is a bit of a devil. And frankly one stack is yelling, ‘NO, idiot.’”

 

She giggled. “Yep, I am not old enough despite the body and face to get married. That be gross.”

 

Thompson rolled his shoulders back. “Yep. You are not even remotely interested. And dear that applies in both directions. We are plum not interested to have you as a wife right this second and for sure we are ecstatic right now that we aren’t married. That is a very good thing. Call us crazy but we want an adult both in head and body. But get we will be highly jealous too of you smiling at any boy. We have that problem.”

 

Pumpkin gasped. “So all of you are my husbands… all of you.”

 

“No, ewe. We aren’t married this second, Angel fish. And also we are not married in the same second tick of span. Ugh, five, no wonder it’s like this super‑willing weird creep feeling. Your body is there but it’s like—” Marcus laughed and shuddered.

 

“You sense that youth," Beau shuddered and the camels shifted and leared a bit. "easy easy." He said and pivoted back "And  you just feel it. Like how wrong it is. Now that we know, our brain shifts. Pure protection mode.”

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“I did find you cute but I thought, ewe,” Pumpkin admits.

 

“Of course you did. You’re five wearing an adult body. And get that sometimes we grow up super slow and aren’t our body age. Waiting is fine to have both stacks catch up,” Beau stated.

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Pumpkin nodded and breathed easier. “You’d wait for me.”

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“Every second we can spare. A heart and soul and body all need to match right for love to be right. But this type of confusion is rather common, that is the joy of time travel, especially when someone is younger smashed into a package that presents as older. It’s a nightmare, honestly. You run and smash into your other half. And I’m sure you’ll find your copy of us somewhere in your lifespan. We are soulmates.” He then winked.

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“So not exactly the same person or my person, but our souls…” Pumpkin blushed slightly then started giggling.

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Beau groaned the loudest. “Delightful as always, Pumpkin, but get, in time, you and Sweetness will merge as soul‑copies do that. And for the merging, gain both memories and skills and become more whole and balanced and stronger for learning both timespans.”

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Pumpkin nodded. “And it’s not ceasing, it’s evolving.”

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“Exactly. But hey, it’s time for a journey. Get, girls, we are going to be extra protective of both of you as we have entered fully big brother mode." Thompson nodded firmly.

 

Snuggle nodded once, "My brother is also highly protective."

 

"Of course, he is. That is what a good brother does especially with geez a seven and five year old sisters being bugged. And  our sisters are seven and five… shoved into an adult body,” Marcus complained. “We will have to kill some men, I just know it. For looking…” He then snickered a bit.

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And Pumpkin sniggered and Snuggle wondered if she had also another person. What does eternity mean if souls bounced like this?

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Kids, this section does a ton of things. We are talking about something in our real lives. Something that happens sometimes as we age: bits of us don't get up there. It's rather important to wait until all those “stacks” come together.

 

Now what is the stacks… can you guess them?

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The heart, the soul, the mind, the body, the maturity, the wisdom, the weight of our journeys, the baggage they sport on the other side.

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It's rather like a scale, and it’s not perfect or neat. And it's really perfectly fine TO SAY NO!!! Or, “I am only interested in being friends at this second.”

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It's fine to be ready for this and not that. Boundaries are a good thing. And that has to be respected.

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Sometimes that does lead to breakups as the other person is ready and you are not, and that is fine.

 

They need someone to balance them.

 

Maybe you'll meet again later. Breaking up is hard, but we will find that person in time—the person who is meant to balance us if we are open to it. Sometimes, people get hurt and crumble. Understand a breakup is not the end, its just part of the journey.

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Now next up on our big addition, we also have this dynamic going on with this newly blended family. They are still figuring things out, right, and that is okay. Being insecure at the beginning is natural. It’s alright to have complicated feelings too. Just don't hold them all until they explode. I know it can be hard to find the words. 

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But if you never share what is bugging you, someone cannot explain it.

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Now on eternity. That word has multiple meanings — according to Webster dictionary —

1
: the quality or state of being eternal

2
: infinite time
lasting throughout eternity

3
eternities plural : age sense 3b

4
: the state after death : immortality

5
: a seemingly endless or immeasurable time
an eternity of delays.

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And how do I apply it… Eternal: forever. The soul doesn't end.

Infinite time: it keeps going on after. The state after death: what becomes after. And seemingly endless or immeasurable time.

Now I am not going to exclude any faith.

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We can spend an eternity in the end we believe, right.

Eternity can mean both infinite time or immeasurable.

I think after we rest for however long we need, we decide to journey more and learn more things.

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Kids, your parents will have beliefs, and I am not invalidating anyone, but get these girls are angels and so are those boys. Can they spend an eternity in heaven? What do you think?

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Now next time, we’ll get to a new town and start our road on the Nile with a crew!

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Kids, I wanted to do more today, but I came down with a little something and it’s made it harder to write clearly. I’ll work in the background when I’m able, and when I feel better I’ll check everything over first and then we’ll go through it all together.

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Sorry, kids, but hey, we all get under the weather sometimes.

 

When that happens it’s important to rest and get better: hydrate, take the medicine you’re prescribed, and give your body time. Resting for a little bit means getting back to our adventures faster in the long run.

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When I’m really stuck in bed I use voice‑to‑text to keep ideas going, but today I came to the computer just to tell you what’s going on. And I will really need to check it too. Voice-to-text is so funny at times because it doesn't capture what you say perfectly and it can be hilarious especially with a creative writing piece.

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Update 4/13/2026 Sorry Kids for the delay I do try and hit it daily but I have been sick. I still am but we gathered some great dust.

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"Well time to head up the river. We need to get to Olympus which is in whatever this version of Earth calls Greece."

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"Version?" Snuggle asked.

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Beau nodded, "Yep every time you change time you make a new one and things change based on it. You really don't know ever on a time travel. Foods, Town Names, all sorts of things. Heck one time I was in a desert and I asked for water."

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Marcus laughed, "Yep and they stared at you like you were an alien."

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Thompsan pointed to the ground. "They picked up and gave him a sand pile. Sometimes, it can be a learning curve and a half."

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The group moved together and Beau had Pumpkin ride with him as they didn't have enough money to buy another camel right now. Marcus held Aria. Thompan grumbled something the girls couldn't make out but the lack of being able to get another camel when they magiced up this group got the girls extra curious. "Beau..." Pumpkin said, "How come if you magicked the camels. You didn't have enough money to buy more."

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Beau smiled, "Well there is a world inside your mom's head and you can buy lots of things. But taking things into different lands and outside of the head now has a big tax that grows per item.  Not kidding it is per item. Taking out animals is extremely expensive as they can't tell a person they are willing to go."

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"Mom does seem to like giving people a voice." Pumpkin shifted slightly. 

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Beau grabbed her, "Be careful, or you will fall."

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"Sorry." She said. "But I was very proud and wanted to look at mom."

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"It is ah dang...." Thompson's camel then started to bolt a bit as water was closer. "Ah the joys of a thirsty camel. But the biggest reason for the tax is animal sounds are not exactly hearable but Aria has them translated. She knows when one is in distress, but that doesn't mean she can merely rescue them. She has tons of power but not everything is hers to command. The police are alerted to go to the area and sometimes...."

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Snuggle rolled her hand up her arm, "Sometimes they are too late."

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"Yep but she does what she can always."  Marcus pointed, "Now look the gate ot town as well as the Nile. It's a gamble but we need to hurry."​

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Time for more research....the earlier town was smaller but this is not a small town. Will there be a different flavor to the people?

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How do they get in? Is there anything they need do like pay a fee for entering. And do I need to get a little magic going right now. I think I will as I sense I do, but we go do our research.

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When they approached the gate, a man was in a nice linen robe with a bit of a red cloak. The sand though was no longer dry it was wet slick and hard for the camels to walk.  The rains did mostly hit the nile but rains move without full control.

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The toll collector had a fairly long line, but then suddenly the people parted.

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One might think it was difference to the rich but it wasn't.  They bent on a knee. Beau announced, "We have the goddess of life and two young goddesses not yet come into their powers. All must dress including the young."

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The tollman ran. Pumpkin said, "So again most everyone is nakey."

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Beau chuckled slightly but then said, "No just the kids and people working at the quarry. The kids would be sporting jewelry and nothing else until six."

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Pumpkin eyes went wide, "I'm glad Mom made me an adult now."

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"Yeah, some customs of history are best left in the past. We do like being authentic but only to a point."

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The gaurd around the toll man started laughing as the mud made him fall. Beau held it longest but Marcus was the one, "Girls red is the color of victory and authority but also war and rage. Sort of a mix and so you just saw War and Victory get a mud slapped in its face."

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"And he is a tax man." Some one in line chuckled. "You always love seeing them get a bit of mud in the eye."

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Now after that little magic of getting everyone dressed when they wouldn't all have been, we are moving into the town. Where do you kids think they would be directed? What will the town do now that not one but three goddess entered?

Will they be able to leave? Or will the town want to keep them or will do whatever they can to aid them. I will be giving another chunk soon. But it is a point of thinking. We stop for now. 

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Alright we are onto 4/15/2026 and have had some time to think on how the voyage shapes.
 

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Beau led the way and they were put in the nicest of dwellings that looked a little misshappened. Beau smiled and said, "Oh young goddesses of five and six. This city will prove delightfully grateful for your mother's gift."

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The men around bent low and a great deal of food was brought out and music was played. He eyed every one staring at the girls and he smiled, "Good they got the message. Goddess' can appear as adults and that should prevent trouble as this town has good sense." 

Marcus stated they needed a crew to get up river. Pumpkin asked, "Don't we need a boat."

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Beau shook his head, "Ah nah see this." He got up and got into his bag and had in his hand a ship in a glass bottle. "This is our ship its a beauty too.  "It has...."  

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Okay kids I am going to be a little bit of a sneaky. And not fill you in just yet on how many crew members the ship needs. Go see if you can find out before the next day's submission. I decided that I needed a vacation but we will make it fun do a little bit get you seeing if you can discover it.

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Now here is what Claude Pulled for me:

 

EGYPTIAN CARGO/TRADE VESSEL — BEST FIT FOR THE STORY

 

For traveling from the Nile out to the Mediterranean and onward to Greece, the most historically authentic choice is an Egyptian cedar-wood trade ship.

 

Here is what it looks like:

 

Hull:

Wide, relatively flat-bottomed, no keel in older versions. Curved bow and stern, both often pointing upward in a crescent or sickle shape.

 

Mast:

A single tall mast — sometimes a bipod (two poles lashed at the top) in older periods, a solid pole mast by the Middle Kingdom onward. Stepped midship (in the middle of the boat).

 

Sail:

One large square linen sail hung from a horizontal yard (spar). Square sails catch following winds well. On the Nile going south (upstream), the north wind fills the sail naturally. Going north (downstream toward the sea), they row or drift with the current — sail optional.

 

Steering:

Two long steering oars at the stern, operated by ropes and a helmsman. No built-in rudder in earlier periods.

 

Cabin:

A central cabin or shelter on deck for passengers. Wealthy and

goddess-associated vessels had cabins fore and aft as well.

 

Construction:

Planks of local acacia or imported Lebanese cedar wood, fitted together with mortise-and-tenon joints and ropes — NO nails.

 

Color/Decoration:

Hulls were often painted. Royal and goddess-associated vessels could be gilded or decorated at the prow. Purple sail = color of divinity and royalty,historically accurate for a goddess vessel.

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Okay so that is my research. Kids if you found something different that is fine. This is fantasy and not perfectly historical accurate. Later, I will write on it.​

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PART FOUR — OLYMPUS AND JASON
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They arrive at Olympus. It is rather intense. Harpies give them trouble but they skirt through. Their mom lets them know this is what doing magic sometimes brings. Desire and want following power. But it is from need now.

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She checks herself. Oh good my magic is back stronger. She speeds up the boat and they get away.

At Olympus Jason finds Aria. He has just received his mission to find the golden fleece. His new stepfather is a jerkwad. All stepparents are awful Jason declares.

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Snuggle Bunny protests this immediately and with feeling. Obviously her own mom is not awful.

Jason becomes rather intrigued with Aria. My beautiful maiden so you are married that breaks my heart completely. Your soul calls to mine.

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For those following the Violet Eyes Saga — when Jason touches his nose bridge the way Rupert copies readers will feel something.

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He then says and where is your father.

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Not born yet says Pumpkin too loudly. She clamps her mouth shut immediately. Aria covers smoothly.

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Jason do you not remember your former wife I am crushed just a bit says Aria. Get girls I am a time traveler but people forget me when they are not looking at me. The people of that first village are actually looking for you two not me.

Mom really. She nods.

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Jason cackles. Of course I remember you love but you do time travel and so the current husband issue can be a problem but there is not one.

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Yes there is the girls protest.

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Jason it is just a quick trip don't be a pest says Aria.

Aria can you help me better than Athena's suggestion of going there and setting me up for the kill says Jason. Thanks for the warning on that but I still had to go and you said you would help but you would not be my wife then.

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Yes well anyway we are going to find you that fleece says Aria.

They board Jason's vessel. The crew dislikes women aboard. Jason shuts it down immediately. You deny a goddess a vessel with her little kids. Mortals likely demis now lets go.

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They sail and reach a land where two ghost shell armies fight endlessly. Not quite skeletons. Not quite ghosts. Ghost shells in full gear. Fewer of them now than once there were but still fighting.

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Jason understands immediately that putting them to sleep solves nothing. There is a real reason underneath and the fight will continue forever until that reason is addressed.

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Both ghost shell armies accuse the other of killing their heir and making off with some treasure.

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Outside the village they find a messenger who is also a ghost shell. The messenger says they killed me. I have a final message.

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Aria and Jason read it together and nod.

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They travel to find a village where Romeous and Julion lived a century ago. They find the grandchildren. They commune with the spirits of Romeous and Julion and learn that the pair had run away together. They faked their deaths because their families had killed the last couple who tried to cross the feud. The feud itself was pointless and long standing. It was over a temple site to Helena of Troy their goddess. Both families kept trying to turn the temple to face their side for reasons neither quite remembered anymore.

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The grandchildren provide proof. Aria and Jason deliver the message. Both ghost shell armies learn the truth.

Most of the ghost shells leave immediately in puffs of light. They only needed the truth and now they have it. They go peacefully. For those watching they leave to Aria's head world as their goddess offers them no afterlife and somewhere warm and present and real was better than nothing.

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Some dangerous paint connected to why the ghost shells stirred in the first place is found and destroyed. The girls ask their mom what it was.

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Children I love you and if I felt you needed to know that at this age I would. Neither of you could have dealt or seen it even. Pumpkin might see it in time but until she can she would only feel it possibly.

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Snuggle complains about not being her real daughter in that sense.

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Aria says and what is wrong with the fact you were born to two mortal parents so was I but this is just in me and I suspect in her but I do not know yet for sure. She has a chance is all. She would not have asked me what I was doing if she saw it as she would have known it. And what Pumpkin has might be entirely different than what is in me. We are different people and that is good. The world needs every spice and we are all wonderful and needed. Now lets get this business done and get home.

Jason sees two statues have been placed facing both directions. He laughs. Well the goddess is always two faced at the least anyway.

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They look back. Two ghost shells remain. Both are trying to redirect the statues to face only their side. They got what they needed and immediately want more.

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Aria says something to the girls.

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Sometimes satisfying a need and what logically should work just makes new issues. You know we don't always get everything we want, sometimes we don't even have what we need, but even getting those needs met can lead you to wanting more. Its a thing and hey it happens at times to all of us.

Sometimes people just want to fight and there is no helping them says Jason.

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Aria wiggles two fingers at Jason. He raises an eyebrow. Aria. She says nothing. He mouths ah. Two kids present. Not the moment. They leave the two stubborn ghost shells to their argument.

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PART SIX — THE GOLDEN FLEECE REVEALED
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They reach the place where the golden fleece is held. Jason asks for it. The girls tell him what their mom told them about the sheep and he thanks them for remembering the vital details.

He gets the cloak.

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The sheep sheds it.

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Underneath is the ugliest sheep anyone has ever seen.

The gold was the accumulated gift of all the work done to get there deposited into the fleece over many years of the sheep's skin being used to pan gold. Not that it seems like a gift to Jason.

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The sheep is content to be shorn back the other way now and go home. He starts to flicker bits of gold again as he recovers.

Mom what we were chasing was sure ugly underneath says Pumpkin quietly.

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Yep says Aria. Sometimes that is the way of things. We want once we get it the thing proves so ugly.

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PART SEVEN — GOING HOME
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As Jason leaves he turns to the girls.

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Tell the other rendering of my soul I will keep an eye on him. He laughs and is gone.

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They come home a little older a little wiser than when they left.

Pumpkin is happy with the overalls in the corner. She does not make a speech about what she learned. She is just quietly at peace.

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Pumpkin asks Mom didn't we have a boy dog Shiloh.

Aria's eyes flash once.

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Oh we have a girl named Princess Cleopatra Shilo Smith says Aria. She shakes a second. Your right I wanted Shiloh as a name. Funny why did I want a boy dog name for a girl dog.

Must be you love the name or something. Goodnight precious.

On the other side of the door Aria pauses alone for a moment.

Retaining just a little knowledge of walking into a new universe. Interesting.

 

Wonder what this world will bring.

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The changes are complete. There is now a Sissy in the house. Bubby is in football now. Everyone is one year older.

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