(Y/n) POV

Storming into your dorm, you lock the door behind you. Why did he have to do this, that moth freak was becoming ridiculous. Suddenly, the door knocked, I know who it is though. "Morpheus go away, not now."

"But (y/n), I need to get in there," He whined.

"No! Go away and leave me alone to die," I flopped on my bed and buried in a pillow.

"Fine I'm coming in," the door opened up then, wait how'd he open that?!

"Morpheus! You still have magic!"

"Yes," he pulled a key out of his pocket, "because turning a key in a lock is magic," his voice was dripping with sarcasm on that.

"Oh fudge off Morpheus, I hate you!" I screamed at him, "Why can't you just go home and leave me alone. I'm not that interesting and you know it."

He flinched slightly, "You said that you have heard bugs talk right?"

"What's it matter to you?"

"Can I see your wrist?" He took my hand before I could protest and pushed my sleeve up, "Have you always had this?" He pointed to a small birthmark on my right wrist.

But never has it looked so, maze like than it did now as the pale goth Morpheus touched it, "What did you do?"

"It's an attribute of netherlings, we use it as keys to places and to heal one another. I think you could be the one that we've been looking for!" His eyes lit up in excitement.

"Looking? What for?" my eyes slit at him, how could I trust this idiot.

"The red queen descendent, it has been very long since the last one has been on the throne."

"Whoa whoa whoa. I am not going to be a queen for anything, how can I trust that any of that was real?"

"Tsk tsk, you have always been this way," he sneered a bit at me, "Even when you were young. No matter, you shall remember soon enough luv, then you'll miss all of us again."

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Author: I know I suck at updates, but to be fair, I had no internet for the past week and I need to work on a project for school. I'm making a poster sized Amazon listing of Splintered.

Morpheus: OOOOOOOOOH! DARLING YOU ARE JUST SO OBSESSED WITH US!!

Author: A little bit ok, now do you want to keep existing or not.

Morpheus: *pout* fine I'll stop making fun of you, even though you're a big ol' meanie.

Author: Meh, your opinion is pointless.

Morpheus: Readers, please make her nicer!