1. I'm Like a Moth to a Flame the Way I'm Always Attracted to Danger

"I feel the need to endanger myself every so often." ― Tim Daly

People would eventually go on to say that I asked for this.

It makes sense, of course. Since I have an excellent sense of danger that I only half-listen to. And my decisions always end up seeming stupid or reckless to everyone but myself because of it.

(It should also be noted that this habit followed me like a ghost of my previous life.)

Like how I never strayed too far from the old man, yet I'd grabbed my drawstring bag full of supplies and high-tailed it to the Hunter Exam despite him forbidding it. Or how, as soon as I stepped off the elevator, I stayed the hell away from Tonpa and his "juice" to avoid any trouble. But when I catch a familiar flash of red hair, I promptly ignore that sense and follow him out of curiosity.

It doesn't take me long to find out why that's a bad idea.

As soon as I reach Hisoka, I watch his entire body uncoil like a snake to sever a man's arms all in the time it takes for me to blink. For a few seconds, there's nothing but stunned silence. Once the initial shock wears off the man, he finally screams. Except it's less screaming and more like animalistic howls of agony that press down on me as a reminder of how I really shouldn't be here. My eyes focus on the growing puddle of blood underneath him. I've only ever seen this much blood when we butcher game back home.

Every inflection of Hisoka's voice drips malice. "Don't forget to apologize after you hit someone~"

His bloodlust spills out in a huge wave. It hits me like a thousand needles that stab me in place and forces me to watch with some kind of morbid fascination. Hisoka moved almost on instinct. No hesitation, no remorse.

Ricarius is right. I'm not ready for the Hunter Exam.

I can sense Hisoka's immense power through his aura alone. It feels as vast and dark as the ocean back home. No one person should be so strong. But he is and he's definitely not the only one.

The devil tricked me. My wish should've made me stronger than Hisoka, stronger than anyone in this world. But I had to start at square one when I woke up in this new life. Sure, I have potential. Ricarius told me that much when I started training. I could become a strong Hunter—maybe even the strongest—but not without putting in the work. Four years' worth and it still isn't enough. While I have an edge over many of the competitors here with my knowledge of Nen, compared to the likes of Hisoka I'm merely a child. He can slaughter me easily at my current level.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Once the magician finally walks away, I take the chance to scurry back into the safety of the crowd, putting as many bodies between us as I can. I wanted a closer look at Hisoka and I certainly got it. Mutilating that man for something as trivial as bumping into him makes me realize he isn't someone I should try to befriend. It's easy to gloss over that detail when reading it through the pages of a book, but seeing it in person really sobered me up.

My new objective: stay the hell away from Hisoka.

Although…

Seeing Gon, Leorio and Kurapika make me stop in my tracks. Those three are the main reason I made my wish in the first place. Of course, joining them means I'll have to cross paths with Hisoka. Still, I'll probably be safer with them then I would be alone.

"I didn't think I'd find anyone else my age here." Gon turns those huge brown eyes to me and I almost melt. He's even more adorable in person. "My name's Raven. What's yours?"

"Gon," he replies with a smile.

I turn to the others. "And you two are…?"

"Leorio." He's easy to read. Amiable and with something of a brotherly aura around him. I like him already.

The blonde, however…"Kurapika." While he smiles politely, it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which regard me with suspicion. I try to make my own grin a little brighter. His eyes only narrow more.

"Anyway, I see you guys met Tonpa-san." I glance down at the orange puddle between Gon and I. "Sorry I wasn't here to warn you guys about the juice. I got a little distracted by...maimed arms."

Gon's brow creases. "You had some too? You didn't get sick, did you?"

If I did, I'd be in the nearest bathroom right now. "No, but someone warned me beforehand. It was um...that guy." I point to #187 with the computer tucked under his arm. I can't remember his name.

"What was in it?" Kurapika asks.

"Probably a poison or something. Apparently, he's something of a 'Rookie Crusher', definitely not someone you should trust. I would've fallen for his trick if it wasn't for 187-san."

"So would we if it hadn't been for Gon here." Leorio gives the younger boy a good-natured pat on the back and Gon smiles sheepishly.

A high-pitched warbling sound mixed with a ringing bell fills the room, cutting off all conversation. Satotz stands on one of the pipes along the wall in front of an opening in the brick wall. He presses a button on top of the head-shaped bell to silence it. "The time for reception has ended. Now, we can begin the exam."

He hops down and gestures towards the dim tunnel. "This way please."

"Would it be okay if I tagged along with you?" I ask Gon, clasping my hands together. "Some of the guys here are really weird."

"Sure!"

I make light conversation with Gon in the meantime and he's surprisingly easy to talk with. We trade stories about our home life and he tells me about his dream to be a Hunter. When Satotz finally picks up the pace, we quiet down to focus on keeping up. Thankfully, Ricarius helped me greatly improve my endurance during the four years I lived with him. I have to admit that his training, although hellish, worked. Not that I'll ever tell the old man. If everything goes according to plan then I'll never have to see him again. I ignore the pang of guilt that comes with the thought.

Everyone seems to be doing pretty good so far. I wonder when people are going to start falling behind. The manga hadn't been too clear on specifics.

A flash of white catches my eye as Killua Zoldyck sails right past us on his skateboard. My heart skips a beat. I'd always had something of a crush on him. He's just so handsome and cool, especially with the aloof expression he's wearing. I wrench my eyes away from him and try to school my features while Leorio pitches a fit over Killua "cheating". Afterward, Killua turns towards us, though his eyes are only on Gon. I pretend not to notice as I fight to keep the blush off my cheeks. I don't want him to think I'm some kind of creep.

"How old are you?" he asks Gon.

"Twelve!"

"Just like me." Killua hops off his skateboard, kicks it into the air and catches it under his arm. All without missing a single step. "I'm going to run too. Name's Killua."

"I'm Gon."

Killua turns to Leorio with a big smile. "And you, Mister?"

"Hey, don't 'Mister' me, I'm not that old. We're from the same generation!"

Gon frowns. "Are you sure?"

"That's it! I'm never speaking to you again, Gon!"

I giggle at Kurapika quickening his pace to distance himself from the group, embarrassed by all the antics.

"Leorio just gives off an aura of sophistication that children wouldn't understand," I cut in with a wink and tilt of my chin. "That's why he wears suits."

"See? She gets it!"

Although Gon nods in agreement, Killua doesn't seem at all convinced.

He turns to me and my heart jumps as our eyes meet. "I saw you."

Heat floods my whole face. Not only are we speaking, but he'd also noticed me. I used to imagine countless scenarios about us meeting before, but now it's actually happening. I want to say something but can't find any words. Even if I could speak, it'd probably come out as incoherent babbling.

He must have mistaken my silence for confusion because he clarifies. "When that guy's arms got cut off. You were in the front."

"O-Oh." My voice sounds so small and lame. I fiddle with the straps of my bag just to have something to focus on. "Yeah, that was pretty scary."

"I don't like you."

The statement comes so unexpectedly, that all I can do is stare blankly at him. "What?"

"You seem fake." In that moment, his eyes remind me of ice. Cold and distant. Nothing compared to how he'd looked at the others.

His words pierce my chest. While he doesn't know the exact circumstances that brought me here, it unnerves me that he reads me so well. It's something I should've expected. He does have the sharp mind of an assassin, after all. Much more observant than someone like Gon.

And he's right. I've built this life on a lie. Unlike everyone else, I wasn't born here. I forced my way in. His words make me feel ashamed. But they also spark something rebellious deep within me. Something I haven't felt since I ran away from the old man.

I lean close to Killua and lower my voice enough for him to hear. "No faker than a boy pretending he isn't a killer."

With that, I pick up my pace and I don't look back.

So much for dreaming. I didn't expect my first meeting with Killua to go so badly. I don't like you. Those words echo in my ears and I clench my teeth around my frustration. Fine. If he wants to label me a fake, then I'll wear that label proudly. My wish didn't hurt anyone, unlike him. He doesn't even know me to speak with such authority.

But it isn't just him. Although not as blunt as Killua, Kurapika hadn't been as forthcoming towards me either. I thought he would've been a lot more open. Did I miss something when I read this story? Or maybe I didn't pay as much attention as I thought.

Every irritated thought pushes me forward, even when my legs start tingling from the exertion of running for hours. The more pissed off I feel, the more I pump my legs to run faster. It reminds me of how I'd go running whenever the old man ticked me off, which happened pretty often. I don't even realize how far ahead I am until I see Leorio rush past me in a burst of determination.

I grin at his retreating back. Okay, so maybe earning everyone's trust won't be as easy as I thought. But I still have to try. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

After hours of running and endless stairs—oh god, the stairs—, we finally reach the end of the tunnel. I step out and squint against the harsh sunlight. It takes a second before my eyes adjust to the brightness. Up ahead lies the Numere Wetlands (colloquially referred to as Swindler's Swamp), covered in a thick blanket of fog. While Satotz explains the next phase, I pull out a bottle of water from my bag and take a quick sip. I hand the bottle to Leorio, who looks seconds away from collapsing. He thanks me and downs the whole thing in seconds.

"You're pretty out of shape, aren't you?" I tease while taking the empty bottle from him.

"You, hush."

I giggle and pat his arm sympathetically. No wonder the others pick on him. He makes it too easy.

"He's lying to you!"

I crane my head to look at the battered man claiming to be the real examiner. Everyone steps aside, leaving a straight path between him and Satotz. The examiner simply stares. I lean further out to see the monkey creature. Its teeth are sharp and its limbs impossibly long, like a human stretched out too thin. It gives me the creeps just looking at it. Good thing the exam took place in the daytime. Imagining that thing scampering towards me in the dark like some kind of possessed spider—

"Look out!" Leorio yanks me back by the collar. Something whizzes past, barely brushing against my forehead. Hisoka stands between the two of them, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands. Satotz holds four cards between his fingers with his eyes still on the magician. I reach my hand up to an itch and realize it's a cut.

Hisoka throws out another card and pierces the retreating creature, killing it instantly. "This proves that he's the real one. Only a true Hunter could block such a simple attack~"

While Satotz reprimands Hisoka for his little stunt, I can't help glaring at him. I'm right in my decision to avoid him. Hisoka is too unpredictable, like an active grenade that can explode at any time. I have to make sure not to draw too much attention to myself so I don't become collateral damage.

His gaze snaps onto mine as if sensing someone staring. I flinch and look away sharply. Damn. I try to play it off by looking around at the others, letting my eyes linger on them a bit. Raspy screeching brings my focus back to the dead man's body, where vultures descend to feast on it. They pick and tear at the flesh with their long beaks, swarming over it until the corpse is out of view.

The others wince at the display, though none seems too troubled. Instead, they only look at him in fear that they might share his fate. Just like the unfortunate man in the tunnels, yet another attack by Hisoka.

No hesitation. No remorse.

"His plan was to lead a few confused candidates astray by accusing me of being an impostor," Satotz explains. "This kind of fatal deceit occurs here every day. I'm certain more than a couple of you were beginning to doubt me, were you not?"

A couple of people look away in shame. Leorio chuckles nervously but otherwise says nothing.

What a cruel world. Another thing I didn't realize until my wish. If I'm not careful, I'll end up just like that corpse, with no one sparing me more than a passing glance and a murmur of glad that's not me.

I have to do my best to avoid that fate. Casting one final look of pity towards the body, I turn and follow Satotz through the wetlands for the rest of the first phase.

I'm not proud to admit that I've fallen on my face more than a couple of times while running through the swamp. The soft, muddy ground makes my feet slip constantly. I'm not used to this type of terrain and the fog isn't making things any easier. It takes me a while before I find a good rhythm. Unfortunately, I've lost sight of Leorio and Kurapika. Gon and Killua had already long surpassed us.

The mist thickens even more. The people around me blur into vague shadows. I keep my eyes focused on their shapes and follow them. My legs itch where mud dried and caked over the skin. Sweat dampens my already stained shirt. I tug at the collar to let my skin breathe.

I should've worn something less warm with shorter sleeves. Maybe I can rip these off and—

I skid to a halt, flailing my arms to stop myself from plummeting over the edge and into a deep gully. Sharp spikes line the bottom, piercing through the corpses of others who'd fallen victim to the trap. A flapping sounds above. Through the haze, I can see several blurs flying overhead and several cries of over here, guys! That way's dangerous!

Behind me, splashing footsteps approach fast. One of the men breaks through the mist and I barely manage to dodge his unfortunate drop. His screams cut short when the spikes impale his body.

I try doubling back the way I came, but can't find anyone. With my visibility impaired, I can't make sense of my location. I don't want to risk running blindly into any danger, but I can't stay put either. Damn it! If I hadn't slipped so much, I wouldn't have gotten lost.

I cup my hands and shout the first name that springs to mind. "Leorio? Can you hear me?"

"Raven?" He doesn't sound too far off, but if I don't start moving, I might lose him. "Where are you?"

"I don't know. I think I'm lost," I try to go in the direction his voice is coming from. I hate this place. It smells like wet dog and the stupid mist isn't helping.

"It's going to be okay," he assures me. "Just follow the sound of my voice."

He keeps shouting for me and I follow, keeping my pace at a light jog. I don't dare run any faster in case there's another trap. Once his voice sounds closer, I start jogging.

Ahead, a figure emerges from the fog. A hand reaches out to me.

I move to grab it until I see the pale skin and sharp nails. He seizes my wrist before I can pull away.

"Are you lost, little fairy~?" The way Hisoka's voice curls around his words make my skin crawl. Even though he's smiling, nothing about it feels friendly.

Leorio's still calling for me in the distance, though now he sounds more worried and farther away. I want to reply, but my throat clamps up. I have a feeling that if I yell or show any signs of panic, Hisoka will kill me instantly.

"What do you want with me?" My heart hammers inside my chest as I stare into those amber eyes. If I die here, hopefully, someone will at least find this body.

"I'm only here to help~" Hisoka looks almost offended that I think otherwise. "This place is dangerous for a little girl. You never know what you might find here~" His tone shifts towards the end with malicious glee. That look in his eyes is familiar. He's plotting something devious.

"You mean something like you?"

His grin widens.

If the circumstances were different, I would swoon at the attention. As it stands now, I only have two options. Die by his hand or fight. But Hisoka's stronger in all aspects. And unlike most people, he has no morality to restrain his violent tendencies. Unless someone comes to my rescue, I'll die here.

So much for staying away from him.

What had I ever seen in him? I feel stupid for thinking I could charm him somehow. Hisoka only cares about his own entertainment and beyond a good fight, I don't matter to him. I'm not "worthy".

"You don't have to be so afraid of me~" He yanks me forward, almost making me trip. "In fact, I'll help you find your friends~"

My footsteps are slow and hesitant. "That's not like you."

"Think of it as a show of good will~" It would seem more convincing if his grip wasn't crushing my wrist.

Hisoka guides me through the mist at a leisurely pace. The screams of other candidates only put me more on edge. I keep my eyes on him, countless scenarios running through my mind in case he tries to attack. Knowing Hisoka, the probability of it happening is ridiculously high. Maybe if I'm quick enough, I can avoid dying by his hand. Not that I'll survive out here, but the swamp seems a lot more merciful in comparison.

I scarcely finish the thought when he flicks his other wrist. A handful of cards appear. I pull back, startled. But he throws the cards ahead of him. Several men scream. Leorio's among them.

With that distraction, Hisoka lets go and swings at me. I jerk back. My foot catches and I fall, the contents of my bag painfully digging into my back. Hisoka holds a single card in his hand that's stained red at the tip. My fingers fumble around my throat, feeling where he cut me.

The heavy mist around us thins, revealing the bodies of several wounded and dead men on the ground. Only a few remain standing, including Leorio and Kurapika, the latter with his swords drawn. From somewhere up ahead, I hear Gon shouting.

Leorio presses a hand against the cut on his arm. "What are you doing?!"

Hisoka chuckles, springing a deck of cards between his hands. "I'm playing the role of judge~"

Seconds pass in tense silence as everyone stares, awaiting his next move. Only the soft moans of the wounded and the thrumming sound of Hisoka's cards shooting from one hand to the other fill the air.

"I tried to stay calm~" His voice is too casual for all the blood he just spilled. "But this first round is just too easy for me~" He plucks a card from the top of his deck. From where I sit, I can see it's the Joker. "So I decided to give the jury a helping hand~"

Hisoka's eyes darken. "Now it's my turn to judge you all~"

One of the men bursts into a fit of mocking laughter. "You're kidding, right? With all this fog, it'll be impossible to find the judge again. You've lost just like the rest of u—"

The card pierces his forehead mid-sentence. He slumps down in a pool of his own blood.

"Please behave yourself~" Hisoka chides. "Don't compare me to the likes of you. And don't forget, once you're in the afterlife, nothing's impossible for a magician~"

The other men draw their weapons and rush to surround Hisoka. I want to run away but this body won't let me. Why didn't I bring any weapons along? Anything, just so I stood a better chance against this monster.

Hisoka holds up another card. "This card will be enough to take on all of you~"

That's enough to trigger the men into action. They charge forward to strike, but for all their bravado, they're absolutely no match for the madman.

No depictions of this scene did Hisoka any justice, in my opinion. Despite all the bloodshed, his agility is awe-inspiring. All his strikes are quick and fluid that it seems like the other men move in slow motion. He slashes through them with ease, aiming for necks, faces, and eyes with accurate precision. No wasted movements whatsoever. And through it all, he laughs.

Why did I ever think I could love someone so cruel?

"All of them failed~" Those amber eyes flicker between the others and me. "Only four of you left~"

My lungs constrict. I scramble back on all fours, unable to bring myself to stand. All I can think of is why I didn't listen to the old man. I could be at home, safe in that boring little town and too-small room. But that's not what I'd wanted.

I'd wanted to take the Hunter Exam.

I'd wanted to stand out.

And here I am, in an exam where no one cares if I die. Here I am, caught in the middle of Hisoka's little game because I happened to catch his attention.

"Quick! We should run while he's distracted," one of the men not stupid enough to take on the magician urges. Hisoka only spares him a brief glance, but the corner of his mouth lowers.

It's Leorio who answers him. "But Raven's in trouble. She needs us."

The man looks over and for a brief second our eyes meet. I see nothing but disdain in those eyes. My heart withers. "That kid's a goner. Besides, it's obvious we won't stand a chance, even together. You all must have good reasons for becoming hunters. It'd be stupid to waste this chance."

Not me. My reasons are selfish.

Hisoka's steps are slow and deliberate. Like a predator stalking its prey right before the kill. The straps of my bag tangle around my arms and I lose my balance. I can't move anymore.

Maybe…I deserve to die.

"Both of you go. I'm staying." My eyes find their way to Leorio again. He uses his tie to wrap the wound on his arm and bends down to pick up a thick branch off the ground, brandishing it like a weapon.

The other man doesn't hesitate to run away. Kurapika lingers for a moment, before finally retreating as well.

"How interesting~" Hisoka looks at the both of us. Probably sizing us up to see which one is the better fight. Or how to kill us both.

"Your fight is with me, Hisoka," Leorio points the makeshift weapon at the magician. "Leave her out of it."

Oh. Watching him stand up to Hisoka is really cool. And the way Leorio glares at him with focused determination makes my heart flutter. Even Hisoka agrees that it's an interesting look for him. Leorio probably already has his pass just by having the guts to stand up to him. That only leaves me. I can't act like a helpless child after I spent so much preparing for the exam. After arguing so much with the old man about letting me go.

But even so…

I'm scared. This isn't anything like training with Ricarius. Even though the old man always left me with dark bruises after our sparring sessions, I never had to worry about dying. Hisoka won't spare me, I know he won't. Especially not after this pathetic display of cowardice. But I can't help it. It's so easy to just lie here and wait for it all to pass. To let everyone else fight the battles I'm too afraid to.

Leorio will live and I'll die. It feels like a fair trade-off. I don't belong here anyway.

I don't matter.

Ricarius was right. He was right, he was righthewasrighthewasright…

I remember my last words to him. The feel of his note as I crumpled it in my hands and tossed it before getting on the elevator. I'd only glanced at it for a second, but it was enough to mark the words in my brain permanently.

This will be the second time this body dies.

No. It's not fair to Ricarius. He gave up so much to raise this vessel, to train me. I came to this world for a reason. Took this life for it.

I matter to someone.

Or at least this body does. And that's reason enough to fight.

Even though my Hatsu still isn't properly developed—not even named—, it's all I have to defend myself. Hopefully, it'll be enough for Hisoka to decide I'm worth sparing. I slip off my bag before using my Hatsu. The shadows feel cool as they wrap around me like a second skin.

"I need to prove myself too, don't I?" The darkness pulls me up to my feet like a puppet on strings. I catch Hisoka's smirk before my vision is obscured. When my eyes focus again, everything's gray. The sensation feels as uncomfortable as I remember, almost suffocating. Ricarius had said I'd get used to it with time.

Survival becomes the only thought in my mind. Everything else fades away as I crouch down on all fours. Hisoka turns to face me fully. I spring forward.

At the last second, I feint and appear behind him. I swing my leg, but Hisoka dodges easily. With all his weight shifted on one foot, I strike at his ankle. It knocks him off balance. He falls back into an easy flip and he's on his feet again.

Before he can fully recover, I lunge. He moves out of the way, but not fast enough. My fist glances off his cheek. I swing my leg for a kick, but he blocks it. He counters each punch and kick easily now until he finds an opening. His fist collides with my cheek and sends me skidding and tumbling back.

I roll onto my feet and watch as he runs a hand through his hair. "So the fairy has horns, does she~?"

Then he rushes forward with inhuman speed, closing the distance between us to mere inches. I flinch but recover and swing. He catches my wrist and smiles. "You pass~"

His words mean nothing. All my attention zeroes in on his hand enclosing my wrist. Trapped. I aim to kick his chin, but he hops away to avoid it.

"You want to keep fighting~?" I stare at him, waiting. Something in his eyes changes. "Ah, I see~"

He disappears. I feel his presence behind me. I turn and tense my legs to spring away, but he punches me in the stomach before I can. All the air leaves my lungs as I slam into the ground. Gray gives way to color as the shadows dissipate. Hisoka holds me down by the neck and his eyes glimmer with interest.

What happened? I know we fought, but I feel like I'm missing something. I remember him speaking, but I can't recall what he said. Did I not pass? He doesn't have a single scratch on him and I'm at his mercy. He can kill me right now if he wants.

No hesitation. No remorse.

My body goes cold. I claw at his hand, desperate to get him off me. My heart feels like it'll explode inside my chest. I want to run, to hide, but I'm not strong enough to move him. Tears blur my vision. I've never felt so helpless.

I should've told the old man my goodbyes.

Two things happen in quick succession. Something dark strikes Hisoka's cheek hard enough to startle him off-balance. From the corner of my eye, I see Gon with his fishing rod. Immediately after, Leorio rushes forward and swings. The branch connects with a sickening crack to Hisoka's head, knocking him off me. Leorio wastes no time in snatching me up by the arm and hauling me up to run into the safety of the forest. My legs start to buckle and he quickly scoops me up when it's clear I'm slowing him down.

"Jesus, kid. What the hell were you thinking taking on Hisoka like that?" he demands, each word strained as he runs. "You could've been killed."

I hold my hands against my stomach, still working on getting the air back into my own lungs. "I-I couldn't just sit back. He was testing both of us."

"You should've just let me handle it," But then he laughs a little and says, "Nice going though. I didn't think you had that in you."

A rustling of grass alerts us to someone approaching. We look up to see Kurapika coming our way, stopping when he sees us. His swords are still in his hands and his hair looks ruffled.

"I came back to see if you were okay." His eyes assess us both. I give him a half-hearted wave in return.

"We're fine, but Gon's back there with Hisoka."

"Right. The trail is back that way, you can't miss it," Kurapika says before heading towards the clearing for Gon. I lapse into silence as Leorio heads for the trail leading to the reserve, something nagging at the back of my mind.

This isn't supposed to happen.

Leorio shouldn't be carrying me through the forest. Hisoka should've knocked him out and taken him to the next phase. If it hadn't been for me, things would've happened like that. But my fumbling brought me to Hisoka's attention and therefore made Leorio stay behind. And I don't even know what's happening to Gon back there. I inadvertently changed the events to accommodate me. I thought wishing myself into this world would be a clean-cut deal. I guess I shouldn't expect things to stay the same. But I can't help wonder how much my presence will affect future events.

Or how much trouble I'll cause others.

I peek up at Leorio for a second, before lowering my gaze again. "Thanks for not leaving me."

His breath ruffles my hair when he chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. Anytime, kid."

A/N: This is a rewrite of my reader-insert HxH fic. Besides the obvious POV/tense change, I've combined a couple chapters, removed some unnecessary filler, and made a few touch-ups in the writing and plot. Since the story started as something simpler and later evolved into something different, I fixed the disconnect between those few chapters now with a clear end goal in mind. I'm still working on chapter 3, but since it's taking a while, I thought I might as well upload what I have.

Bonus: Here's a sketch I did of Raven a couple of weeks ago. https (:) / / sta (period) sh/0ith8701s7b

Bonus 2: The quotev version includes a poem prologue and later interstitials. It's not vital to understanding the fic, it's just me being artsy. Just search the story title or my username (ennusi) because ffnet is a huge hassle with links, as you can see above :/ Which in turn, also fucks with emoticons.