Arthur Meets the Goat Man

                                    

                                          
I am actually currently devoting my complete time to the Final Chapters of RIFT. These chapters being posted right now have already been prewritten days in advance, so don't worry about me too much. Summer time is the type of time I have TONS of. 
                          


                          


                          
Even after taking a long bath I couldn't take what I saw out of my head.  The next month before the beginning of the Summer break ended up being extremely frustrating. 
                          
Everyone seemed determined to play the same practical joke on me that Ms. Dodds never existed. 
                          
I might have given up and assumed that it had all been a dream.. if it wasn't for the blatant fact that Grover was way too easy to read. 
                          
While every one of my classmates all seemed to genuinely believe that Ms. Dodds had never ever taught at Yancy Academy, Grover on the other hand, every time I tried to catch him off guard with a sudden question about Ms. Dodds, he'd look at me nervously and just claim that Ms. Dodds didn't exist.
                          
The guy couldn't lie to save his own skin. ( I myself am terrible at lying now that I think about it.)
                          
But other than the stupid school wide prank everybody seemed to be determinedly playing on me,  I was dealing with some other problems. 
                          
I was having these weird nightmares..
                          
I would be in this incredible royal hall of some sort.. medieval in appearance, filled with grand tapestries and everything. I was sitting on a throne dressed in a blue princess gown with plated knight's armor over the gown, a crown on my head and a King's royal fur cape over my shoulders... and people were coming in one by one to bow to me..
                          
I wouldn't be able to hear what they said, the entire dream seemed soundless, which was one of the disturbing parts.. But then.. the only sounded part of the dream would appear in the form of Ms. Dodds, bat wings and all, who flew into the hall, her fangs bared, her fiery whip in hand, screaming "YOU LET THEM DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
                          
I would then wake up in cold sweats.. trembling in my bed. 
                          
These nightmares combined with the utter stupidity of everyone pretending Ms. Dodds didn't exist had altered me in a bad way.
                          
The normally calm and subdued Saber had turned into the Angry and frustrated Saber more likely to lash out at others.
                          
I soon found myself lashing out at other people who weren't Nancy Bobofit, angrily snapping back at my surprised teachers.. who were used to me sitting back quietly and not arguing. 
                          
Eventually it all came back to haunt me when I finally got a letter from the Headmaster, and another letter was sent to my parental guardian in New York. 
                          
I wouldn't be allowed back at Yancy Academy next year. 
                          
Despite all the bad times I had at Yancy, I found myself slightly panicked by this news. The fact of the matter was, due to my amnesia I had, Yancy Academy was literally 50 percent of my entire life. And now half of it was gone. 
                          
Now all I had left was home..  but I guess it wasn't all bad. I would get to see Sally Jackson again, the closest thing I ever had to a mother since... since whenever my shot memory decided to go kapoot. 
                          
There were things I'd miss about this place.  Grover, who I didn't know how he would survive the bullies next year without me around,  And Mr. Brunner, who had always believed and me and told me I could be the best. 
                          
Which is why I studied especially hard the night before the final exams. The belief in Brunner's eyes whenever he looked at me was something I wanted to do good on.