Ato Saisho (A Beginning)
NEW STORY!!! I couldn't resist. This one is good too; I like it better than my Love Potion one actually, but I'll update both regularly-promise. I'm going for weekly, but my school's musical and AP testing might hinder that goal, along with my own anal tendencies when it comes to my writings.
Yes I know that the beginning is COMPLETLEY filched from Dune, but I again couldn't resist. It fits very well (well, parts do). I'm citing it so it's legal (go research papers!!). Anyway, this should be a lengthy story, so hang in there and trust me evil cackle.
"spoken words"
thoughts
sounds, actions
Disclaimer: Rebecca laughs manically as she rewrites contracts and changes names. The restrained characters just look on helplessly as the story begins...
Daiichi Giman (First Deception)
Prologue:
"A beginning is a very delicate time; know then that it is the era of Mikos. The known lands are ruled by the emperor Kisho, my father. In this time the most precious substances in the realm are the Shikon no Tama shards. The shards extend life, the shards expand consciousness, the shards are vital to a leader's power. The owners who use the shards have mutated over the years by inserting them in their bodies to give them great strength. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, the shards exist in only 2 kingdoms in the entire realm. The kingdoms are ruled by the Higurashi's and the Taiso's, also known as the Mikos and the Demons." (1)
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Sloping hills dotted the landscape, rising and falling with gentle rolls. Vegetation was everywhere, from the rich forests to the soft meadows of wildflowers. Farms appeared periodically in the distance, lush fields of rice and vegetables surrounding the homes. Some workers were out tilling the gardens, some watering their flocks. It was all very peaceful, picturesque to the observing eye.
The only thing out of place was a stately carriage traveling along a dusty road. A royal insignia had been stamped proudly on the sides, warning off anyone who would dare attack the vehicle. Two servants drove the horses onward while four passengers, two women and two men, rode inside.
"How much further are we from the Taishio's castle?" one of the females called out, leaning nearer to the window.
"A few hours journey mistress, not much more," the servant replied, grimacing slightly as his eyes looked at the bright sky. The day, like the others before it, was unspeakably hot; no cloud cover in sight to relieve them of the sun's berating rays.
She nodded slightly, neither excited nor upset by the news. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed at the scenery, noticing the forests and plains with little interest. She carried with her an air of dignity and propriety, as though she was meant for great things. Her straight inky hair was pinned up in the normal fashion for royalty, with ornaments adorning the bun. Her kimono's folds carried the color of an elegant purple, patterned with birds in flight. Her face, the picture of dignity, was painted and, as her entire appearance, impeccable. She did not perspire; it was as if the heat flowed around her, not daring touch such a creature.
The girl across from her was doing significantly less well. Her black hair had been pinned in similar fashion as the previous girl, but the humidity and heat had quickly destroyed the beautiful arrangement. Strands of wavy hair hung around her face, some attaching here and there to her sticky skin. Her red kimono was drenched in sweat, the number of layers suffocating her. If she had been without the company of men she would have shed the annoying dress for her lighter and more comfortable training outfit. Her face paint had long been wiped off on the handkerchief she carried while dabbing at the trails of sweat which poured down her face in rivers. To put it lightly, she looked unpleasant and tattered.
From her attitude, however, one could not tell she was uncomfortable. Her dark eyes carried a brilliance and anticipation in their depths, scanning the acreage for any signs of interest. Absentmindedly she would push hair from her eyes and mop up the perspiration from her neck and brow. She smiled often, cheeriness radiating from her very core. She was not schooled or sacred, at least not in the denotative definition.
Turning to the other female passenger, the sweaty girl said, "Even though we don't know what to expect, I'm excited about going to this new kingdom. I've never been outside our territory, have you Kikyo?"
Kikyo observed the girl, then stated "No, and I don't like the idea of Father and Mother sending us to another land to be married off to demon princes we know nothing of."
The other girl rolled her eyes. Her sister had been against the arrangement from the start, though she would never dare breathe a word of her discontent to their parents. "I don't like it either, but without your input in the argument earlier I couldn't obtain much ground from Mother, now could I?"
"We do as we are told. That is it. What I reveal to you, younger sister, while traveling to our destination of misfortune has nothing to do with quarrelling with Mother." After a pause, she continued, "I'm just saying there are plenty of suitable royal men closer to our home-better ones too, but of course we must do what's best for the kingdom." Glancing out the window effectively killed any remaining conversation on the topic.
The younger girl sighed. Kikyo was always like that. Disagree but don't argue; propriety above comfort. And now she was ignoring her.
Looking out a window, the girl noticed a child crouching in a field of wildflowers. Still as a log, he was almost invisible. Suddenly another child leaped high in the air behind him and pounced on his unsuspecting head. Laughing and rolling along, the two began to fight happily. Other children emerged from the tall weeds, and she noticed two smiling adults under a nearby tree. The children had red bushy tails and cute little ears on top of their heads, while the parents' (she assumed) were more sleek and refined.
The original child abruptly turned turquoise eyes at the girl observing them. He grinned widely and waved happily. She smiled and waved back, happy to have found friendly residents.
"What are you doing?" Kikyo queried, a perfect eyebrow raised slightly at her sister's antics.
Her hand dropped immediately. "I was just waving to the child."
Kikyo sighed. "That was a youkai, dear." Such condensation could come from her red lips.
"So? He's still being friendly and it's only polite to return his gesture," she replied with a small smirk of triumph. Kikyo was always telling her to be more proper, well now she was.
"Not to commoners. We do not speak to them as we would each other," was the cold retort. Their teachers had taught them a rigid sense of formality, and Kikyo upheld "the Code" religiously.
Sighing, the girl simply returned her gaze to the scenery. The family had disappeared over the hills in the time she had not been looking, leaving only the foliage behind. "I wonder what kind of demon they were..."
"Fox I believe touji," was the response from the man beside her elder sister. His dark eyes were trained on the writings before him and looked as though he had not removed them for some time.
"I see," she said. He was an intelligent man and that impressed her greatly, as he managed to answer most of the questions she raised on a regular basis. He was kind, but, like her sister, more reserved and quiet than herself.
Huffing slightly, she glanced around to find something else to entertain herself with for the remainder of the trip. Eyes fell upon the sleeping demon beside her. Dressed in a pair of tan pants and white shirt, his long, thick, black hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail. Behind the closed lids was a pair of cobalt eyes. He was dozing, head bobbing up and down with the movement of the carriage. He looked so peaceful, so serene.
She grinned evilly. Slowly uncorking the water bottle laying beside her, the girl raised its entrance to the man's neck. Glancing at Kikyo, who noticed nothing, she poured part of the cask's contents down the poor man's back.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" was the immediate response. Jumping up, he crashed into the seat in front of him, which presently contained the other male occupant. The man, not pleased by these events, proceeded to force the dampened man back and, unfortunately, into the door. He somersaulted out of the moving carriage and into the dirt, ending in a rather strange position. Face stared heavenly and displayed a dazed expression, tail bent awkwardly to the side, all four limbs sprawled outward, with a small cloud of dust gently settling around him.
Shaking violently from withholding her laughter, the culprit attempted to look as innocent and concerned about the man's well-being as possible.
Kikyo looked interestingly at the scene beside the now stopped carriage. "Keigo, are you quite alright?" The man sitting beside her looked questioningly over her shoulder to the heap of a person.
Upon sitting up it was discovered that the earth and water had mixed quite well, creating a noticeable splotch of mud on his backside. This was too much for the young girl, and she proceeded to double over laughing.
"Kouga! Aren't you a little old to be playing in the mud?" she sputtered out between gasps for breath.
He bared his fangs as he stomped over to the carriage entrance. Stopping at the door, he glowered at her. "You poured water down my back!" After a few seconds of silence (except for the girl's laughter of course) Kouga shouted, "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
More giggling was his only answer. She looked at him with mirth in her eyes, trying to come up with something to say. "I, I...I was just looking after you."
Curiosity mixed with the fury in his eyes.
"You know what they say: 'Idleness is the devil's workshop,'" she answered to his silent query. Probably not the best thing to say in that situation, she thought giddily.
Kouga stared at her in shocked disbelief, causing the princess to chuckle more. Eventually finding his voice, he shouted, "I WAS SLEEPING!"
"Well your job is to protect Kagome-sama, not take cat-naps," the other man stated blandly, the only amusement visible was contained in his eyes.
Kouga simply growled at him and glowered at his mistress, who had yet to recover from her chuckling fit. Grabbing a bag from the top of the carriage he stomped off to a nearby tree to change. That was one of my favorite shirts too..' he thought with contempt.
Kagome had finally recovered from her intense bout of laughter and dared to look in her sister's eyes. They were icy and irritated, showing disdain towards her sibling's actions. "That wasn't very lady-like," Kikyo said matter-of-factly. Kagome blushed a bit; it had been rather mean of her.
Suddenly, there was a shout and a crash from the trees, followed immediately by a string of crude curses, so raw that even the other servants colored at bit. The cursing was so loud that it flushed a flock of birds. Kagome's laughter returned, though she covered her mouth with her hand. Kouga must have tripped. By the sound of the ruckus continuing in the brush he must not have been hurt too badly.
Kikyo gave Kagome a silencing look. Breathing deeply to regain domination over her amusement, Kagome called out, "Kouga, are you alright?" A stomping red wolf was the answer given as he made his way back to the others. After tossing the pack in the general direction of the rest of the luggage, he threw himself down next to his mistress and began to silently pout, the red tinge still visible on his cheeks.
Before Kagome could say anything else Kikyo stated, "Now both of you sit there and be respectable. Kagome, you know better than to behave in such a childish manner. You're a Princess and should act like one; don't demean yourself to such infantile antics." Her sister's head hung a bit, while Kouga's usual grin returned. Kikyo added, "Kouga, really, reacting in such a way to a little water. You know how my sister is, and you also know your position. Do not raise your voice at your okami again." Now his smile and head dropped in defeat. Staring at both occupants of the parallel seat until satisfied that no further disturbances would occur, Kikyo finally told the driver to carry on.
Turning her attention to the man at her right, Kikyo stated, "And shiyounin Naraku, next time keep your comments to yourself."
"Yes mistress," he responded, lowering his head in obedience. Kikyo was the only commuter left with their head held high.
Kagome felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn't meant to get the men in trouble. "Sister, I-"Kikyo cut her off with a look. Settling herself back down, she returned her impassive gaze to the moving scenery. Silence ensued yet again.
After a few minutes, Kagome stole a look at the other passengers. Kouga wasn't angry anymore, just exasperated and perhaps a bit embarrassed. Naraku seemed nonchalant, eyes closed, black robes engulfing his figure. He had put his scrolls away sometime during the episode. Her sister appeared as detached as always, eyes fixated on nothing outside the cart.
Sighing deeply, Kagome dug into the bag beside her and pulled out a small book. Opening it, she began to read. Laugh and the world laughs with you. Looking around again, she thought, But only if the world has a sense of humor.
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Fierce golden eyes meet indifferent tawny ones. They stared at each other expectantly; silent resolve hanging in the air. Each was waiting for the other to make the first move.
One abruptly lunged, slashing his sword by his opponents face. With little movement by his sword, the man dodged easily. The defender couldn't help but comment. "Patience is a virtue, brother. One, among many, you lack."
Swinging violently, the other grinned. "'Attack the enemy before he can attack you.' Didn't Father teach us that?" He swung the sword around and tried to swipe the man's feet from under him. He simply jumped gracefully into the air, landing in a standing position a few feet away, sword tip pointed to the ground.
Smoothing his ruffled furs, he noted, "You must learn what is needed in each situation, foolish one. How can you ever become a warrior if you cannot act sensibly in battle?"
Another attack. There was a viscous clashing of metal as both males parried the other's thrusts. The younger one's movements were slower and less skilled than the elder's, but still on target. The latter easily fended off the brazen attacks, choosing defense rather than assault most of the time.
Apparently preferring distance, the older sibling deflected a stroke and spun into the air, coming to rest elegantly a good distance away.
The younger would have none of this and rushed forward once more, turning the held sword to his brother's trunk. Backing up quicker than the eye could discern, he evaded the thrust once more and knocked him on the head with the end of his weapon.
"Hard head you've got there; wouldn't want to dull my blade on its stubbornness."
"Shut up!" was the only response. He flew towards his brother, bringing his weapon down on the crescent moon adorning the other male's forehead.
A clawed hand shot up, wielding a sword which stopped the other blade above its intended destination. "Inuyasha, you always try this approach. Why do you continue in the fashion of failure?" he said with a bored tone. And with that he pushed outward, sending the named assailant tumbling backwards.
Growling, Inuyasha jumped up. "Sankon Tessou!" he shouted, lifting his hand to slash through his sibling's armor and clothing.
Snap! A green whip slung him to the side, violently hurtling him into a tree. The tree cracked under the force.
Inuyasha glared at him from his spot at the foot of the tree. "That's CHEATING Sesshoumaru! You know as well as I do that I don't have that power!"
His brother flicked his wrist, cracking the unsheathed whip. Shrugging, the older demon simply said, "You threw away your blade. I was forced to improvise." Both swords lay forgotten on the ground nearby each master.
"Improvise, huh? What's wrong, suddenly Sessy can't take on his younger brother without a weapon?" Inuyasha knew he had already lost, so why not go down in glory.
Cold eyes turned in his direction. "Don't ever call me that."
"You got it, Sessy."
"Dokkasou!" Sesshoumaru attacked, jumping at Inuyasha who leapt as well, screaming his attack. A split second before they forcefully met a voice rang out.
"Whoever hits the other will not get Ramen for a full month!"
Both dodged the other quickly. Inuyasha went catapulting into the ground rather unceremoniously a few feet away while Sesshoumaru landed a bit off- balance nearby. Inuyasha's attack cut up the ground around the fighting area, leaving deep angry marks in their wake, while Sesshoumaru's poison killed the grass and plants in its path. It appeared as if a demon with a plow and sanity problems was set loose on the field, but it did not matter. The cook's Ramen was too precious a commodity to throw away on a practice fight.
Inuyasha turned his attention to the female boiling with irritation a few yards away. Hands clenched and on her hips, brown eyes glared daggers at both men. "What in the seven hells are you two doing?! The princesses are supposed to be here in a little over two hours and you're fighting?!"
The two brothers looked at each other. Inuyasha answered, "Keh, we were practicing a bit, just to blow off some steam. We don't even want the girls here, so-"
"It doesn't matter what you two want, it's your parents' wishes and you WILL respect them," she cut him off.
"Sango, it isn't that big of a deal. We're not damaged or anything."
Raising a critical eyebrow to him, Sango took in his appearance. His red haori was covered in dirt and mud, leaves stuck to his hair and skin, making him look like some sort of youkai tree. Sesshoumaru fared much better, with just a thin layer of dirt sinking on him.
Looking down at himself, Inuyasha grinned sheepishly at the woman. "Uhh..." was his intelligent announcement.
"I do not want to hear it. Both of you go to that bathhouse this minute and clean up again. Sesshoumaru, you should know better than to encourage your brother's violent impulses, especially when he's about to meet others." She started to stomp away, before calling over her shoulder, "Oh, and Inuyasha, you will wear your princely clothes. No arguments." With that she disappeared into a nearby door leading into the castle.
Inuyasha brushed himself off and went to stand by his brother. "What's her problem? It was just a little fight."
Sesshoumaru skimmed him over for a second before starting off for the bathhouses. "Come, little brother. We don't want to anger her anymore than we already have. Besides, Father and Mother will want to speak to us before the visitors arrive to explain how we are to behave." He strolled a few feet and added, "And please, try to not act like yourself for once. It only frightens and offends others."
Growling, Inuyasha tried to jump on his back, but was flipped onto the ground instead.
Sango glanced out a window to see Sesshoumaru dragging Inuyasha by his silver hair behind him on the ground while the indignant hanyou kicked and shrieked curses at him. "How come you can lug me along the ground by my hair and no one can even touch your perfect locks?! 'Oh no! My precious mane might be sullied.' When we get to the baths I'm going to 'sully' your hair alright, you stupid..."
Sango sighed; it was quite a pair of princesses that would be able to control those two. "I hope my Lady and Sir have not made a mistake..." she commented to herself as she went to see how the arrangements were coming along in the guest rooms.
"I see the castle my Lady," the driver called out as they turned down a side road. The passengers looked out the windows to behold a beautiful picture.
A glorious castle rose on the top of a hill. Its walls were made of a smoky stone that caught the light just so, radiating in the brilliance of the sun. Large banners carrying the Taisha's insignia flapped gloriously in the wind, soldiers wearing the same patrolled the borders. To the right of the structure was a beautiful lake, sparkling in the daylight. The west proclaimed a lush forest, bubbling over with green plants. It was a breathtaking sight.
Kagome gasped; she had never seen such a scene. Her home was beautiful in its own respect, but paled in comparison to this palace. "It's gorgeous..." she breathed, eyes staring at the towers on each corner.
"It's rather bulky," was her sister's bored reply. Sitting back in her seat, she explained, "Castles should be imposing to armies in times of war and attractive in times of peace. This," she waved to the upcoming structure, "is excessive."
Kagome just rolled her eyes-something she did often because of Kikyo. Turning to Kouga, she said quietly, "I hope we are happy here."
Kouga just observed their destination. "I hope so too, touji." He teased her, but his smile did not quite reach his eyes.
She slapped him on the arm. "I have told you to address me as Kagome, not mistress! We're friends, so why create boundaries where none are needed?"
"Because it is our custom and right," Kikyo said to her sister.
Not wanting to get into yet another argument over class, Kagome quickly turned to Naraku and asked, "What did you say you know about this country?"
"It is ruled by the dog demon Inutaisho. His wife is Izayoi, a miko, whom he met a few hundred years ago. His first wife died in battle with him. She left Taisho with a son, Sesshoumaru. Now he has another by the miko, Inuyasha." He looked at the mountains nearby. "They rule their territory in peace and are very kind to their people."
"A youkai married a miko? Don't most mikos and youkai hate each other?" Kagome asked, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "I was always taught to attack demons, until mother and father told me that some are helpful and nice." She smiled at Kouga.
"So as it was with the Taishas. They realized, as my shokou did, that a priestess and demon were more powerful together than separate."
Kouga glanced at the girl beside him, eyes filled with longing.
She simply nodded at Naraku's answer, returning her gaze to the castle. Ready or not, here we come.
A few minutes later they passed through a great gate. The path was now paved and surrounded on the sides by stunning roses of all colors, open for the sun's rays.
Kagome's eyes took in all around her, from the cobblestones to the flowers to the high walls behind and before her. She was mesmerized and would have continued to gape but Kikyo hissed at her to act like a princess. Doing as she was told she sat back; eyes stayed wide, however.
When the carriage door opened two youkai servants bowed deeply to the princesses. Kikyo took in her surroundings before taking one's offered hand and stepped down, slipper-clad foot gently touching the ground. Kagome stared up at the building towering in front of her, not moving because of her admiration.
"Princess, do not get your sister anymore upset at you," Kouga whispered in her ear.
Shaking herself out of the daze, she stepped down as Kikyo had, only she did not hold herself as nobly. Instead, Kagome seemed to shrink next to the elder sister, looking slightly intimidated by the new surroundings.
Naraku and Kouga quickly exited, taking their places a few steps between their Ladies, eyes alert. Some human maids removed the luggage from the top of the carriage, disappearing into a side door.
"Come with me please," a pretty woman with expressive eyes stepped forward, bowing to the visitors. "I will show you to the throne room. Their majesties are expecting you." While speaking, she quickly looked the girls over. The one on the right appeared distant, carrying an air of superiority. The other girl, however, was peeking around at everything, eyes full of wonder. There was an amount of uncertainly as well, but gaiety rolled off her in waves.
Kagome caught the attendant's and she smiled a bit, shyly but full of warmth. The girl returned the expression and then turned to lead the nobles to her masters.
The path they took was full of twists and turns; Kagome was past confused as she wondered why the throne room would be so difficult to get to. It must be some sort of defense if someone should attack, she concluded with a nod. She peered at the corridor they walked through.
Candleholders and carved furniture were scattered along the halls, bringing a simple elegance to the rooms. The walls were decorated with magnificent tapestries, some depicting glorious battles and others simple scenes. A silver-haired man thrust a sword through a gigantic monster, some kind of youkai Kagome assumed. Another showed him and a female, also with silver hair, fighting together against another demon with tentacles against a dark background.
Kagome shuddered. The worst youkai I've seen are snakes, and those were nothing compared to that beast.
The girl leading them turned another corner and came to stop in front of a large door. She whispered to a guard, who entered the forward room quietly. On either sides of the door were two gigantic paintings. Kagome examined them.
The one on her left contained the same man she had seen before, now obviously a demon to her, holding a sword at his side. His billowing robes were of a dark blue, a golden sash tied at his waist. His pale mane whipped around his body, making him appear daunting and commanding. His golden eyes stared down at her. Beside him, a beautiful woman with wild jet black hair and half-closed piercing dark eyes levitated in the air. Her red and white miko robes swirled around her; a pink gem floating between her index fingers.
Kagome started a bit. 'The complete Shikon no Tama,' she thought. She had heard stories that while whole a strong miko guarded its power, keeping the gem pure. She had no idea the same miko resided in the Taisha's home.
She turned her attention to the parallel piece of art. A younger version of the silver-haired demon stood regally. His white robes were overlaid with black armor, a white fur wrapped around his neck and torso. His gold eyes stared ahead, detached and impassive. What cold splendor... Kagome was about to study the figure clad in red beside him, when a female voice interrupted her thoughts. "The Lord and Lady will see you now."
She took a deep breath, lowered hear head, and walked beside her sister into the large room. Kagome kept her eyes trained on the red carpet beneath her, fighting the nervous urge to fidget. It seemed as if an hour passed before they stopped again.
"Presenting the princesses from the Higurashi kingdom," the girl's voice rumbled. The named females bowed deeply. Kikyo said, "We are honored to be invited to your kingdom, your Highnesses. Our parents send their thankfulness as well."
It was silent for a moment before a cherry voice rang out, "Enough of these proper actions. Rise, please, and greet us as friends instead of strangers."
After hesitating a moment, Kagome and Kikyo raised their heads to look at the voice's source. A beautiful woman who seemed in her thirties smiled broadly at them. A kind faced man, slightly older, sat beside her on his throne. She was the miko from the painting, he the man. The queen, however, had shed her miko clothing for a regal blue kimono with flying cranes upon it.
"My wife, Izayoi, and I, Inutaisho, are the honored ones to have such beautiful and polite young women in our home," the King stated, smiling gently.
Kagome grinned widely back, while Kikyo merely smiled politely.
"Thank you for showing our guests to us, Sango," Lady Izayoi nodded to the girl, who bowed respectfully and moved out of the room silently.
Returning her gaze to the standing princesses, Izayoi said, "Before the introductions go any further, I wish for you to meet our sons." Calling over her shoulder she said, "Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, please show yourselves."
As the first stepped out from behind a corner Kagome quickly recognized him as the reserved man from the second painting. He was dressed the same as in the piece, a cool look on his face. Him and Kikyo should get along well, she thought, though not bitterly.
A younger man quickly appeared behind his brother. His golden eyes held slight animosity in them, but were kind nevertheless. He was dressed in similar fashion as the other male, only his robes were blue, as his mother's, in appearance. His silver hair was a bit less kempt than that of Sesshoumaru's, but striking nevertheless. It framed his handsome face perfectly. Noticing slight movement atop his head, Kagome drew her gaze to the cause. Two twitching ears perched on his head. Kagome felt drawn to him-or maybe it was his ears. She suppressed a girly giggle.
Inutaisho smiled. "May I present my sons: the eldest, Sesshoumaru, and my youngest, Inuyasha." The brothers bowed as their names were spoken. The girls returned the gesture.
"Now, which princess is which? Megumi told me your names, but failed to mention who the eldest was, so I could not inform my sons of their fianc's name," Izayoi stated, looking questioningly at the two.
Kagome breathed in relief. She would be courted by Inuyasha, as the elder went with the eldest and the younger the youngest. Sneaking a glance to her sister, she noticed Kikyo was staring at the brothers a bit herself.
Kikyo found her voice soon enough. Raising herself from her bowed position, she stated in a clear voice. "I am Higurashi Kikyo, and this is my sister, Kagome." She looked at Inuyasha. "Kagome is the eldest, and I the youngest.
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Uh oh, what's Kikyo up to? I'll explain in the next chapter!
(1): taken from The Prologue to Dune.
Keigo – bodyguard, escort
Okami - master, mistress
Touji - lady, mistress
Shokou – Lords
If my terms are incorrect or misspelled will someone please tell me. I've tried to be as accurate as possible, but I do not speak Japanese nor know someone who does.
Review please!!! I want all kind of criticism, because I am looking to make this story as great as I possibly can. Thanks for reading again.
Rebecca