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bathrooms, it fit right into middle-class America. On the main floor, there was a large kitchen, complete with breakfast nook and island, a guest bathroom, an adjoining family room, a study, a dining room, and an entryway. Upstairs were the four bedrooms and two other bathrooms. For just two people, there was more than enough space.
    Since Olinia was older, she had claimed the master bedroom and attached bathroom. Legann hadn’t really minded taking a smaller room. He was rarely in it anyway other than to sleep. He preferred to spend his time in front of the TV or in the study when he had homework to finish. Olinia smiled slightly to herself. Her brother was easy to live with. He enjoyed her company but often did things on his own. Being with Legann was much like when she had lived in Sivean with her twin, Zedgry.
    At the thought of Zedgry, Olinia winced. It had been almost two years since she had last seen him. She wondered how he was doing. Why hadn’t he ever come to find her? Someone had to have mentioned that she and Legann were stuck in Ethon. No, only one person had known about their exile. If he hadn’t returned, then how could Olinia expect her twin to find her?
    Olinia sighed and stood, heading for the mirror above her bathroom’s sink. Before entering Ethon, her current reflection would have surprised her. Even though her facial features hadn’t changed much – she still had the high cheekbones, full lips, and dark brown eyes with gold flecks throughout – lately she had been dying her hair a dark brown instead of the light, golden brown she had sported for most of her life. The dark hair was a pretty color and made her not appear so young. Because of her Eveon blood, she basically didn’t age past seventeen for generations to come. The dark hair helped her look her actual age of almost twenty. The cut also helped. Since leaving the Other Worlds, she had shortened her hair to an inch or two below her shoulders and layered it throughout, giving it a choppy look.
    Along with the changes in her hair, her wardrobe no longer consisted of wispy Eveon dresses or floor-length gowns. Jeans, T-shirts, zip-up hoodies, and flats were now her everyday apparel. She still wore some skirts, but it was usually in the form of summer dresses. Tight, blue jeans were the trend for Ethon women. Today, Olinia wore a dark pair of jeans and a slim, short-sleeved brown turtleneck. Yes, her appearance was definitely different than what it once was. She had never even donned a pair of pants before coming to Ethon.
    Memories of her princess days made her pull a face. It was hard to believe that she had once imagined herself to be queen of Caprith, Evedon, and the Other Worlds. The realm she was raised in seemed too much of a fantasy to be real. Ethon had rubbed off on her. Just as she had basically told Legann, the desire to be queen that had once kindled inside of her had long since extinguished. How could she ever become queen to a realm that refused to discover her whereabouts? The Other Worlds obviously didn’t want her, and if Olinia was being honest with herself, she wasn’t so sure she wanted the Other Worlds.
    Suddenly, an image of her house’s long driveway popped up into her inner vision. Someone had entered her hundred-yard barrier. Legann must be back. That was fast. Then again, time seemed to always pass faster during her moments of solitude. As she watched the image twine in between the trees lining the driveway, she noticed the person viewing the scene was in a car, behind the steering wheel. But the color and style of the dash was wrong. The interior of Legann’s car was gray. This one was beige. Odd. Maybe the sunlight on the dashboard was playing tricks with the color.
    A moment later, the car pulled to a stop in front of the house. Legann usually pulled into the garage off to the side. He must have forgotten his wallet. But wouldn’t she have heard him thinking? He rarely stopped his inner monologue by thinking