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One was crying, hiding behind her rock next to the meteor. Three standing by, showing all the other algebralien HER meteor.
She runned away and teleported back to her little house on the hill.
Here, she stocked all of her researches on the meteor, its propertys still being a surprise to her.
She tried calming herself down, usually when she was very sad, she would write or doodle random little things. Like stars, planets, landscapes, whatever she could see on the horizon.
She drew Three, the first thing she thought about. Then she looked at the stars and drew them too, as well as the constalations she reconizes.
She drew the meteor, she is used to doodling it a lot these days.
The meteor, she flared up angryly, using her magic to trow the drawings on the other side of the room.
They flew around the room as One grabbed the chair she was sitting on and trew it into the wall, breaking it in half.
The meteor was the one thing that was supposed to be hers!
She had nothing, absolutely nothing except the sky above her. Then the sky made a present for HER. The meteor crashed as a gift for HER. If she hadn't been watching the stars she wouldn't have seen it like all the other algebraliens. But she knew because she liked the stars, she watched the stars, did the other knew this much about stars? Probably not!! Because it was HER thing!!
She had nothing and was given something.
And now that something was gone too.
"How couldn't Three understand that?!" She screamed in her own laboratory.
No. She wouldn't let Three get her thing away from her. She won't let anybody take it away from her!
She stormed out of the house, not even bothering to lock her door as she slammed it closed.
She is going to show Three who was the real owner of the meteor.
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Three looked at the drawing of herself in the doodely style of One, and the ripped meteor drawing next to the broken chair.
She didn't feel as welcomed anymore, she felt almost threatened, like One could appear right around the corner and strangle her.
Three slowly took a few steps back, like she was stepping on ice and quickly runned the other way. Her knuckles tighten around the drawing as she runs away from the house.