Maid in Fantasy - A Lesson Without Direction

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This takes place years before Maid in Fantasy Chapter I

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            “Lady Aphros, is this really going to be so common?” Orion asked. The young boy had just turned fourteen, and Aphros insisted on giving him a lesson about the “problems” he would face in the immediate future.

            “Of course, it will. Don’t you trust me?” Aphros replied.

            “I’d never distrust your word Lady Aphros. It’s just,” Orion tried to find the right words, “I’ve never seen or heard of this before.”

            “Ah, to be young and naïve again,” Aphros shook her head. “I assure you, now that you’re older, you’ll start seeing this sort of thing all the time. It is part of growing up.”

            “If you say so, Lady Aphros,” Orion nodded but remained confused.

            “Back to the lesson at hand,” Aphros walked up to her whiteboard, which had a series of crude images drawn upon it. “So, you’re walking down the hallway,” she began, “when a girl your age comes out of nowhere, jumps up, and pins herself to the wall behind you with her hands and feet, blockading you inside a corner. What do you do in this scenario?”

            “Ask her to get down?” Orion hesitantly replied.

            “Wrong,” Aphros snapped. “No girl is going to let you go at this point. She’s going to…you know...”

            “I don’t know,” Orion admitted.

            “Well, I’m getting to that,” Aphros explained.

            “Lady Aphros, I still don’t understand where this is going,” Orion admitted.

            “Fine, that one might have been too complicated to start with. It is a fairly advanced technique,” the noble said as though it were common knowledge. “So, you’re walking down the hallway. Then a girl your age comes out of nowhere and traps you in the corner with a horizontal planking maneuver. What do you do?”

            “Do they all begin like this?” Orion asked.

            “Most of them do. Now answer the question,” Aphros insisted.

            “Uh,” Orion was at a loss for words. This lesson would undoubtedly be a long and confusing one.

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Proper education on unfamiliar situations is important, especially for growing young teens.

(Bonus points to whoever can guess what weird, old meme this story was referencing.)

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Maid in Fantasy - Bullet Point

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This takes place sometime after Chapter XVIII of Maid in Fantasy.

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            “What even is that?” Serena asked as she observed the little baggy full of small metal fragments. She had no idea why Aré had taken her to this secluded backroom in the palace’s armory.

            “It’s the bullet they fired at you and Irene,” Aré revealed. “You know, from the restaurant?”

            “Oh,” the revelation hit Serena in a slow wave. It started as nothing more than a flat acceptance. But as the idea that the little piece of metal could have taken her or the princess’s life soaked into her mind, the weight of realization slammed the maid. “Why are you showing me this?” She tried to hide her reaction.

            “I want you to come to terms with it,” Aré explained. “It won’t be the last time something threatens you or the princess’s life.” The noblewoman stepped towards Serena, “you don’t have to process it all right now, but I ask that you mull over it in the near future.”

            “Why, so I understand that my life hangs on the razor’s edge?” Serena guessed. It certainly felt like that to her sometimes, with the assassins, crashing vehicles, gravity reversing, and the freaking dinosaurs.

            “No,” Aré shook her head. “So that you remember what you’re capable of and what you’ve accomplished in a short time. You’re the reason that bullet didn’t take a life.”

            “Lady Aré?” Serena was taken aback.

            “I expect great things from you, maid,” Aré walked away. “You certainly have big shoes to fill.” Serena was left alone with the bullet in her hand. It felt heavier than she expected, but not in a bad way.

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It is always good to reflect upon your accomplishments and remind yourself what changes you've made to your own little slice of the world.

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Eclectic Narratives - Simple Success

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It’s those small successes that feel the best sometimes.

Simple accomplishments, the lowest hurdles, the tiniest amount of progress.

As long as it is something you did, with physical evidence of your work.

Perhaps you fixed that loose doorknob or repaired your ailing oven.

Maybe you assembled a shelf for your room or discovered what was wrong with the dryer.

Work that, in hindsight, was simple and straightforward.

Time-consuming at the worst, replacing a single part at best.

But it doesn’t matter how simple it was or how basic the fix.

It was your work, your hands, and your actions.

You made this, and you’ll benefit from that tiny bit of work for months or years to come.

Not everything has to be a grand trial or a long journey.

In fact, those grand undertakings may take so long that you don’t even notice when they’re done.

But the small things, the little pings of instant gratification.

You see a problem, and you fix it.

Those have a certain feel that can’t be captured elsewhere.

In the end, it is nothing much.

But it’s good to have those little spikes of positive feelings every now and again.

It never hurts to have a little instant gratification.

Makes the moment-to-moment flow of life just that little bit more worth it.

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It's those small successes that make day by day living just that little bit more worth it.

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