The above is the result of my calmly approaching someone who plagiarised My Own Star (the bottom message). She then replied quite rudely (the middle). I believe my reply was kind enough (the top). I would like to add that she then replied 'i hate u'.

For those of you who wanted to point out the parts she has plagiarised by commenting on her story, you can find 'My Starlite' on her profile.

Maybe it will prompt her to stop her plagiarism before I report her. I want to give her a chance. By chance I mean she has until tomorrow to change things up. You are all welcome to try and convince her of 'veering' in a different direction, or taking the story down.

She just uploaded the second part and it is literally like she typed out the next half of chapter one of My Own Star.

Please let me know if you think I was too mean, or too polite...I don't really know...

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS!? VVVV

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Seeing as Karianna lived in the city that never sleeps, New York, I was not surprised to find her sitting at the bench in her kitchen sipping tea.

After changing into our hero uniforms, Nightwing and I used a portal to get to her apartment. She seemed genuinely unfazed by our appearance, but stood and greeted us with a sigh.

I noticed that she still wore the gold choker with a red gem in it, that she wore as Siren. I wonder if...

"I think I know how to get his memories back!" I say quickly. Kari's expression is overcome with surprise and some sort of impressed smile.

"How?"

"I don't just have one special memory with him. Every single memory of him is special to me. So there isn't just one," I say, not realizing that I was actually holding Nightwing's hand.

Kari nods slowly, her index finger nail poking into her sharp cheekbones. Why is this woman not a model?

"That's beautiful. Ridiculous and repulsive; but beautiful," she says, walking towards us. I ignore her blatant dislike for affection.

"I'm not sure what to do about it, but I know it's the answer," I say, summoning the memory chest. Kari kneeled in front of it with a look of determination.

"Do you know what brought the memories of the others back?" She asks slowly.

"The sentimentality, I guess," I answer awkwardly.

Kari gives a small nod, as though I am right. she stands and turns to us. "I agree with your theory. But what you need is for something to represent every memory you have ever had together. For this you may need to enter your psyche and Nightwing's psyche via the chest. If you pick the right symbol, the Mother will return his memories," she explains.

I am overcome with anger at her words. Did she just say what I think she just said?

"The Mother will return his memories? So she's behind the fact that I can't get them back like everyone else's?" I say, midnight mana tingling in my palms

"In a way. She's withholding them, waiting for them to be accepted by Nightwing's psyche. So really, you need to represent the symbol to both him, and the Mother. Only that correct symbol can return what is lost; at least, I would assume so. I didn't think of this before, because you had no special memory with Nightwing. This makes sense," she says calmly.

With a heavy sigh, I turn to the memory chest. Kari gestures to Nightwing to do the same. "Now," she begins, "I'll admit; it'll take a lot of mystic energy. You need the symbol before you exhaust yourself and die."

I don't bother replying to such enlightening advice. Before I even begin channeling energy, Kari places a hand on my shoulder.

"There's one more thing," she says. I roll my eyes and look up at her. "To enter a psyche with your mind is one thing. Any amount of people can do it; but you are entering with your soul. And one say takes up all the room," she explains.

"Yeah, so?" I say. She gives me a dull look.

"Are you forgetting you have two souls?"

"Haha." I shiver as Nerid- Midnight laughs at what her Aunt says.

"Are you saying I have to let her out before doing this?" I ask seriously.

"Yes," Kari answers, before she waves her hand and creates a small, yellow cage. "I'll trap her in here. Go and stand by it."

I feel like she has just punched me in the face. Is it so normal tojust stroll over to a very unstable looking cage, stab yourself and release a monster than consider's your body her home?

I do as she says uncomfortably, rolling my sleeve up and putting my arm through. I use the spell to expel her after cutting my arm open.

It bleeds the familiar blue smoke and liquid, which forms to make the physical form of my very own demon. She gives me a blue-lipped smile.

"Sparkling One," she nods to me, as if we are friends or something insane like that.

Inside I felt an almost cold, empty squeezing. Is this what it felt like to be without her?I must not have noticed last time.

"You release me so easily Hana," her light voice says. I glare at her.

"Don't get used to it," I say, before kneeling back down at the chest.

Midnight grabs a hold of the bars and tries to fit as much of her head trough as she can, smirking and observing, unfazed by her position, ignoring everyone but me.

"How do I start this?" I ask Karianna.

"Will yourself to enter your own psyche. The chest will do the rest," she says, sitting on the lounge with a glass of wine in her hand. Glad to see she's so chilled.

I sigh and close my eyes, concentrating on what my psyche looked like before.

The sanctuary. It was as beautiful as I remember it being. So green, animals everywhere; flowers grew, some spoke, some ate chewing gum.

We always had parties there. M'gan would bake a ton of food, Zatanna and I would use magic to keep everything looking beautiful, Black Canary liked holding some of her counselings there.

Everything was perfect.

When I open my eyes, expecting to see Nightwing in front of me, I find my psyche, the sanctuary. There were still bubbles above me that contained the important symbols of specific memories.

The roof of the sanctuary almost was not there. Above the bubbles looked to be some sort of sparkling galaxy, filled with stars.

Yet that is almost like a transparent sheet. I could see straight through it; behind the stars were rolling waves of the ocean.

I shuddered; of course my psyche held a fear of mine.

As I walked through the room, I observed what the bubbles were holding; the engagement ring, the Grayson pendant, the star necklace, Wipeout's collar, his car, the Eiffel tower... but nothing jumped out at me as 'I represent your entire life and memory with one Richard John Grayson'.

When I reach the end of the isle, there is a very intimidating door facing me. I distinctly remember there being the still bodies of Robin and Nightwing there last time..

The closer I get, the more sound pours out from behind the door. It sounds like...circus music. And Jack Haly's voice.

Bravely, I push the door open, to reveal the Haly's Circus, back when it was in its prime. I immediately understand; this is Dick's psyche.

Like my psyche, he too had bubbles containing sentimental items. Some resembled mine, except they were different aspects of the memory.

Instead of the Ferris wheel in mine, representing our first date, it was the plushie he won for me; Batpanda. Instead of his car, it was the outfit I first wore in it.

Behind the bubbles, a starry galaxy also lay, transparent in front of a gloomy picture of Anthony Zucco, who killed John and Mary Grayson. I guess he is his biggest fear.

It must be something our psyche's have in common. Yet; everything is different. Whatever memories we share, we each have a different symbol for them.

Am I going to have to go back and forth until I find something in common?

The entire place suddenly shakes, causing me to fall over. I feel my limbs tingle and begin coughing violently.

I forgot that time is different here. To me it feel like minutes. Outside of here, it could be hours. I am constantly pouring magic into the chest, which means it is draining fast. Plus, I have even less now that I am... Midnight-less.

Think Hana. What's the same here?

I continue to go back and forth between psyche's, constantly feeling weaker and weaker, until I conclude that things are not the same, within the bubbles.

It must be something else. Our greatest fears are at the ceiling of the room, but it is not as if they are alike. The ocean and a person are very different.

The more I stare at my ceiling, the more I see things rolling in the waves. Klarion's face appears sometimes, along with the Red Lantern who killed my mother. Other things that I have small fears of appear.

I walk back into the circus and notice the exact same thing. A scene of myself dying somewhere around Zucco's knee haunts me, so I distract myself by looking at the mice running around Zucco's head.

Wait, Dick fears mice? Wow...

I wander back into my own psyche, feeling more tired than ever. My legs are like lead, as though I have run a marathon, and my eyes hurt behind my mask.

A twisted image of Sentinels from the Lantern Wars swirl around all over the place, in the ocean on the ceiling. Lucky the curtain of stars is there to distort most of the images.

...Wait.

The stars. Stars. Stars. STARS!

I leap to my feet and find myself sprinting back through the door to Dick's psyche. That's the only similarity. There are stars protecting the sentimental symbols, the things we love, from our fears.

He is my constellation, I am his own star. We protect each other. It's what we've always said to each other. They represent everything.

I find myself flying through the air, towards the starry image. I grab one of the blue stars, before leaving his psyche behind, going into mine.

The stars in the sanctuary are green. This probably represents our favourite colours. Everything makes sense now!

Holding the two in my hands, I look at the door I was sure I came through. Was the mother just past there? Or reality?

Hesitantly, I hold the small, shining stars in one hand, before opening the door with the other. Everything washes way in a white light. I still feel the stars burning in my hand.

"Tell me. Tell him," I hear the Mother's familiar voice say. I take s shaky breath, seeing nothing but white with my eyes.

"Richard Grayson means the entire world to me. I would die for him, protect him with my life and I will never take away the memories I have with him ever again. The stars in my hand represent every moment I have with him, because every moment I have with him is important. I love him with all my heart-"

I feel some sort of strong wind, pushing me in every direction. The ground is suddenly beneath my knees, there hands on my own, the blinding light is dull. When my eyes open, I am looking at my boyfriend. The blue and green stars are floating gently between us,

"I am his star and he is my constellation. That is all you need to know," I whisper.

The light that grows as the two stars move closer is nearly blinding. When they touch, the one source pulls our hands towards it, causing the light to be block by our palms.

A brief stillness happens, before the light explodes, sending everything backwards in a colourful haze. I feel myself hit the wall and black out.

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I have to admit; I love Karianna!

...Do any of you get the reference to 'his car' and 'the outfit I first wore in his car'?

...No?...xD

Hope you read the top!

Love you all, stay magical!

-Kaido

PPPSSSS: ITS 2:30AM THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL.