Chapter 2: Lamentations
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	Shike was the first to wake the next morning.  She found her 
head rested on the tummy of her love.  Smiling, she rose and woke him. 
 Her only thoughts were whether Heth would encourage them to live their 
lives normally, or try to force her to bring about the holy apocalypse.

	He was first to speak.  "I can't do anything till you get off 
of me you know."

	She chuckled;  How does he do that?  Always having the perfect 
thing to say..  Well, it was perfect to her anyway.  "I can't do that 
till you get off my tail, eh?"

	Without another word, he flipped onto her, snuck a few quick 
kisses, and leaped off the bed taking the covers with him.  Without a 
second glance, he strode out of the room in search of food, leaving her 
to make the bed.

	"No fair.." she pouted, but fixed the sheets anyway, knowing 
she didn't even want him to try.

	After the small chore, she slipped on some clothes, and left 
the room.  It was a new day, one that would re-decide her fate.  Either 
way though, she wasn't going to say the name.

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	After their daily routine, they left for school.  Ignoring 
classes, their immediate destination became the office of the 
counsellor.  The thought that Heth might be busy never came to pass, 
and fortunatly for them, she wasn't.

	It was the same room, with the same religious paraphenelia 
scattered upon the walls.  There was only a single chair on each side 
of the desk, and Heth occuppied the further one.  They both decided to 
stand, not wanting the comfort of sitting in place of the other 
standing.

	Jiz spoke with a familiarity that Shike found rather 
unsettling.  "Heya Heth.  This is Shike, the one I've told ya about.  
You saw her yesterday for a vision, remember?"

	Shike vowed to ask him why he seemed to know her so well, and 
what exactly he'd been telling this mouse about her.  For now though, 
she'd put it to the back of her mind.  She was about to speak, to 
explain the situation, but Jiz interrupted.  "Anyhow, she had another, 
and she was told the name of The Evil.  Later last night, I was told 
the name of The One, do you understand?"

	Obviously somebody with such a religious background of the kind 
rodent would pick up in an instant, yet she seemed unfazed.  "Jiz, 
professionally it's improper to utterly disbelieve anything that's told 
to me, so I won't get into my motives for that.  It's my job to offer 
advice on what I'm told..  So all I can say is that Shike here should 
use the name of the Evil and cause the utopia of The One ruling over 
all.  She should be able to sacrifice herself for that, right?"

	Shikes heart sank.  If Jiz were to side with this opinion, 
she'd have to hate him, plain and simple.  It's strange and hurtful to 
know you may be forced to hate something you truly love..  Strange that 
it's so inexplicable, nobody that hasn't experienced it could 
understand.  She had to interject there;  "No..  No I won't.  We can 
just go on normally can't we?  There's no harm in that is there?"

	It wasn't a good argument, but it was all she could manage from 
the spur of the moment.  She bit into her lip, the anxiety was almost 
too much to take.  It was a never ending instant between the time she 
finished and the time Heth replied.  Fortunatly, her prayers were 
answered, Heth continued: "I suppose not.  In any case, would you go 
back to class now?  I have some work to do."

	Although the response was hurried, it was all Shike could ever 
ask for.  She left with her love.  "Thank you so much, you don't know 
how much this means to me!"

	Heth merely shrugged.  She figured they were just trying to cut 
class time, though it didn't seem like something Jiz would do.  Either 
way, she was being paid, and when she didn't believe the stories she 
was told, being paid was all that mattered to her.

	Outside, Shike knew her troubles were at an end.  Her life 
could be normal now.  She grasped his hand gently and began to lead him 
outside.

	He looked at her, puzzled.  "Where are we going?  Classes 
started ten minutes ago."

	"Oh well.  We can catch up tomorrow.  I need to talk to you 
about this."