She was queen. She should've had everything she could ever want at her fingertips.

The ice around her was child's play to manipulate, rising into towering peaks as it seemingly bent to her will alone. Her mighty fortress imposed upon her glacial home, casting a long, regal shadow. Nobody dared question her actions, not after the Rendog incident (Although 'murdered' was a strong term for just being stunned a little, jeez).

The moon broke over the newly-frozen surface of her tranquil ocean. Looking over at the icy pit next to her abode, the resident beast still standing proud, she sighed. There was no two ways about it. The glaciers just weren't the same without Iskall.

There was no constant laughter about whatever he'd decided to turn into a Bumbo this time, no late-night chatter as they worked away at the lab. There was no background noise of a Redstone device, faintly ticking away, or the aggravated shouts of a certain mole's name when the lag hit them. The guardian farm was overflowing, the wither skull farm shut down. The cactus XP grinder had simply died due to unuse.

And where was Iskall? Now that was the big question. Nobody had seen him since he'd recovered from that illness. Sure, he was probably fine, just... escaping from people or something, but still. Stress had looked for him almost more than both the architechs combined, but to no avail.

Tired, she had chosen this night to just be her own night. To sit and watch the world turn with her upon it. She was queen. She deserved just a tiny break. Not sleep, but a break. And so she did. She took this break, for all the work she had done to find her friend. She took this break, so that she would be ready to begin her search anew by the next dawn.

But there is no sleep when one you care about is missing.

T̵he̢r̶e i҉s͡ ̨no ͘s͏l̵e̴ep̸ ҉ųn̨t̵il͘ ҉h͜e҉ i̡s̕ ̢found͘

TḨÈ̕͜Ŗ҉E̛͜ ̕͢I̸̕Ś N͟͡O͘ ̴SLEE͏P̴͘ ̨U̧͞ǸT̸̨̕I҉L H͞E͏͘ ̵̡I̧S͠ ͢͏OK͘͝Á͠͏Y̸

T̵̸͝͡ ̴̧̛̀H̸̡͘ ̷̧E̵ ͜͢҉R̷̀ ͏̸͏E̕͟ ̢̢̛́͞I̧ ̶̶͟S͏҉ ̸̵̛͝N̷̴̢͟ ̀͢O̴̕ ̴̧̛҉͞S͏̡͏̵͡ ͜͜͡L̢̕ ̵̢̨̛̛Ȩ̷͞͝ ̶͠͝E̢͜͟͠ ͏̷̨Ṕ̴̧̛

I had an idea. I will probably not resolve this in story format, 'cause I have no explanation. Iskall is going to be fine though.

353 words, shorter than usual, but... eh. Who cares. I wrote most of this yesterday, before the Internet People killed our Internet.

I'll post another chapter later to make it up to y'all.

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!