• 22/11: Hoje foi um dia surpreendentemente bom. Escrevi 3.109 palavras de Rhy e Lysander brigando (meu novo hobby lol). Total: 51.916 das semanas anteriores + 3.109, 55.025.
• 23/11: Escrevi 1.538 palavras hoje, e penei horrores para fazê-lo. Total: 56.563.
• 24/11: Agora que passei os 50k, escrever está sendo mil vezes mais difícil. Escrevi 1.537 palavras quase morrendo. Total: 58.100.
• 25/11: Meu último dia verdadeiramente produtivo. Escrevi apenas 1.088 palavras. Total: 59.188.
• 26/11: Para não dizer que não escrevi nada, acrescentei mais 24 palavras lol. Total: 59.212.
• 27/11: Nada escrito.
• 28/11: Nada de novo.
• 29/11: Necas.
• 30/11: Hoje fiz um último esforço para escrever algumas palavras e fechar o mês com 60k. Escrevi 829 palavras. Total: 60.041.

Lysander blinked. “I think… I think he was a king.” He hesitated. He wasn’t a he, of course, but how would he call him? His mother had told him about how neutral the elven language was, but avronian wasn’t like that. There wasn’t space for genderless people in the human language. He pushed the thought away from his mind. “Maybe the one who built this place, I guess.”
Now by his side, Rhy frowned. “Do you know elven?”
The prince almost snorted. I wish. “No, of course not, but I know a few words. Reading so much about them kind of helps with that,” he added upon seeing the surprised look on Rhy’s face. “There, I can read ruler before what I think it’s his name. It sounds like a name, at least.” It was his turn to frown. He barely noticed that Rhy observed him with a half amused, half confused expression. “Then there is library, his name again, children and, of course, Sakramest, the elven god of mysteries and lord of the night, and I think this word,” he pointed at the last one, and the less visible. “Means enter.” He paused. “Does that make any sense?”
“Library, dead elven king, children, elven god of mysteries and enter,” repeated Rhy. “Maybe he was really the one who built this place, I guess. It’s his library. I can’t make sense of the rest though.” He grinned. “You’re the one who loves elven stuff here.”
Ignoring the last part, Lysander bit his lip. “Maybe it is talking about the children of Sakramest, which were the elves, I think. And apparently only them can… enter here, I guess? But why-”
Lysander stomach dropped and all the air was knocked out of his lungs. He gasped and stepped back, but Rhy was looking at the image of old elven ruler and didn’t notice anything. The prince stayed still, his breathing quickening, and tried to push away the fear, the panic, he felt making its way through his body. Only children of Sakramest can enter here.
That’s how he had opened the secret passage. He had elven blood.
And so had the monsters, apparently.
“I don’t understand why they would need to have a place like this,” Rhy was saying, and Lysander forced himself to pay attention. A panicked scream was making his way up his throat already, but he pushed it away, suffocated it. “How would humans even reach this place before the Awakening? Unless,” he added. “There was some kind of invasion or war before that that I don’t know about, I guess. Do you know anything about it?”
Lysander tried to answer – yes, he did know of the floating elven cities being invaded once by human forces, but it had been so long ago no one really remembered anything about it other than the fact that it had happened – but his throat was dry, and his lips were sealed. Rhy turned to him, eyebrows raised at his silence, and then he frowned. “Lysander? Are you well?”
No. He wanted to scream or run away – his secret had never been so exposed, and he realized with a start, his life had never been so close to what could possibly end it. If Rhy realized what was happening… If he knew… He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, but the words didn’t come out; they seemed to get lost between his throat and his lips, and the Seeker was waiting.
Only children of Sakramest can enter here.
His eyes were back at the words on the wall and he looked away quickly, but it was too late; Rhy was already staring at them again too, the frown in his face deepening.
Lysander saw it happen; saw when his eyes widened in shock, saw when his brown skin turned pale and when he stepped back, surprise and a hint of fear and, below it, disgust, taking over his face, his characteristic grin gone. “You opened the door,” he whispered, voice so full of horror that Lysander couldn’t help but wince. “You have elven blood.”

• 15/11: Dia bem lento. Estou doente (de novo, pra variar), e escrevi apenas 2.210 palavras. Total: 33.368 palavras nas duas semanas anteriores + 2.210 hoje, 35.578.
• 16/11: Escrevi um pouco mais, mas né, ainda doente. 2.540 palavras apenas. Total: 40.118.
• 17/11: Ainda doente e ainda sem ir pra faculdade por causa da cirurgia. Escrevi 2.192 palavras apenas. Total: 42.310. 
• 18/11: Finalmente (ou não) de volta à faculdade, mas surpreendentemente, consegui escrever 2.709 palavras. Total: 45.019
• 19/11: Melhor dia da semana. Escrevi 3.062 palavras \o/ Total: 48.081.
• 20/11: O grande dia!!!! Escrevi 2.060 palavras e finalmente cheguei nas 50 mil! Total: 50.141.
• 21/11: Agora que cheguei nas 50k, diminuirei o ritmo. Hoje escrevi apenas 1.775. Total: 51.916.

The princess was silent for a moment. “If this person wanted to bring the seeds of these flowers and plants to Neora,” she said finally, eyes still on him. “And grow them here, would it be possible?”
“In Neora? No.” He bit his lip. “Not for us, anyway.” Seeing the look on the princess’s face, he added, quickly, “Magic, my princess. The weather of Neora is not adequate for growing these plants and flowers, but with magic someone could, theoretically, change the weather of a small place to accommodate them. But even then, the magic necessary for this would be too great.”
Princess Saoirse’s eye were wide with surprise. “You seem to know a lot about these things, Prince Lysander.”
He gave her his best smile, trying to ignore the alarmed hum of the angels in his mind and how his heart seemed to stop for a second. “I’m sure you probably have already heard about my… health problems, my lady. It gives me a lot of free time, and there is only so much you can do to keep boredom away when you can’t move much. That’s where the libraries come in.”
She nodded, still eyeing him with a mix of interest and suspicion, and then sighed. “Magic is out of the question, as you probably know, my prince.”
“That’s why I said it would not be possible for us, my lady.” Lysander smiled again. “Unless someone can somehow use magic to change the weather, it can’t be done. And, like I said, even if this person could, the magic necessary would kill them if they tried to do it in Neora. It’s too high, and too cold.”
“Let’s say this person can use magic,” the princess began slowly. “If they tried it here, would they probably die?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“But what about other cities? Lower cities?”
Lysander hesitated. “Maybe only in Nevrocata, my princess. It’s the lowest city of all, but even there it would be hard, I think.”
They went silent for some time. Lysander eyed the princess with curiosity, but she wasn’t looking in his direction; she stared at nothing, lost in thoughts. Why was she making these questions? Had someone used the elven poison recently? That would be almost impossible, as he had just said, and Lysander couldn’t think of anyone who could…
He straightened up. “My princess,” he said, unable to keep the shock from his voice. “Do you think the Iron Queen was murdered?”

• 08/11: O objetivo era 2.000 palavras, como sempre, mas consegui 3.004. Total: 17.005 da semana passada + 3.004 de hoje, 20.009.
• 09/11: Não foi um bom dia (demorei zilênios para começar a escrever), mas consegui escrever 2.050 palavras. Total: 22.059.
• 10/11: Péssimo dia. Passei a tarde toda fazendo uns exames para a cirurgia e terminei não escrevendo nada. Total: 22.059.
• 11/11: Fiz a cirurgia de manhã, mas de tarde já tava em casa e consegui escrever 2.070 palavras. Total: 24.138.
• 12/11: Meu melhor dia até agora. Consegui escrever 5.017 palavras. Total: 29.155.
• 13/11: Minha sinusite começou a atacar de novo hoje e por isso consegui escrever apenas 2.066. Total: 31.221.
• 14/11: Um bom dia, apesar da sinusite ainda estar com a força total. Escrevi 4.147. Total: 35.368.

“It didn’t attack me. It could have reduced my face to shreds if I wasn’t fast enough to stop it, but it didn’t even try.” Lysander stared at him as if he was insane. Maybe he was. He coughed. “And anyway, I already told you and later I’ll be telling the princess, and it didn’t attack anyone yet, so…”
“Fine.” Lysander sighed. Rhy kept staring at him and the prince met his eyes, arching his eyebrows again. “What is it?”
Rhy coughed again. “I need your help.”
Lysander stared at him some more. “My help?”
“Well, yes,” he said with a smile. “But if you keep acting like that I’ll start to think this is an awful idea.”
The prince snorted. “Not an awful idea. Just… unexpected.”
Rhy grinned. “One of my qualities,” he said. “Always doing the unexpected thing.” (Masked Queen, capítulo deus sabe qual porque to escrevendo tudo direto).

• 01/11: Escrevi à mão nesse primeiro dia e o objetivo era pelo menos 2.000 palavras, já que eu sabia que ia passar a sexta-feira toda longe de casa e provavelmente não poderia escrever. Acabei ficando com 2.082 palavras. Aí quando finalmente liguei o laptop me veio a inspiração e escrevi mais 1.046 palavras de uma “fanfic” da primeira própria história lol. Total: 2.082. Total da fanfic: 141 palavras que eu tinha escrito antes + 1.046, então 1.187.
• 02/11: A partir desse dia comecei a escrever direto no laptop porque percebi que ia cansar muito se fizesse tudo à mão. Resultado: 4.013 palavras. O fato de ser feriado também ajudou bastante, claro. Total: 6.095. Total da fanfic: 1187.
• 03/11: Pensei que não ia conseguir alcançar 2.000 palavras (meu objetivo diário) de novo por causa da faculdade, mas acabei escrevendo 2.046. Também escrevi mais 459 palavras para a fanfic. Total: 8416. Total da fanfic: 1646.
• 04/11: Escrevi 2.019 palavras para o meu projeto do NaNo e mais 1.244 para terminar o conto que eu vinha escrevendo desde setembro. Total: 10.165. Total da fanfic: 1646. Total do conto: 3600 palavras que escrevi entre setembro e outubro + as 1.244 que escrevi nesse dia, então 4.844. TERMINADO.
• 05/11: Escrevi 2.305 palavras e não fiz mais nada. Total: 12.470. Total da fanfic: 1646.
• 06/11: Passei o dia todo fora porque tinha médico, mas ainda assim consegui escrever 2.070 palavras. Total: 14.500. Total da fanfic: 1646.
• 07/11: Pensei que hoje ia escrever um monte, mas faz uns três dias que não tomo meu remédio da tireoide porque acabou e vivo esquecendo de comprar, e quando não compro minha energia meio que acaba. Escrevi apenas 2.505. Total: 17.005. Total da fanfic: 1646.