WARNING: This story contains instances of graphic violence, gore, coarse language, and sexual content. A warning will exist at the beginning of a chapter containing anything explicit, and will be sectioned off by another warning right beforehand, and another line right where the explicit scene ends. You have been warned. With that out of the way, let's get right into it!

The South China Sea! A marginal body of water in the Pacific Ocean, which encompasses an area of around 1,400,000 square miles, from the Karimata and Malacca Straits to the Strait of Taiwan. Strategically, it is a very important sea, as more than thirty percent of the world's shipping passes through it, fisheries critical to the food security of millions in Southeast Asia are contained within it, and it is rumored that enormous oil and gas reserves lie beneath the seabed.

Situated upon this sea was a seemingly inconspicuous oil freighter, and at the bow of this ship...stood one lone girl, alongside an orangutan.

"I really hope we haven't missed them…" the youth mused, looking to her left to see if that garnered any reaction from the ape beside her. With a sigh, she lowered the telescope she had been using. On reflex, her hand went to her amulet that always rested around her neck, underneath her short periwinkle shirt.

The centerpiece of the necklace, the star-shaped pendant, always comforted the girl, her eyes softening as they traced the ten cream-colored wide sides of the figure, settling upon the yellow-green middle that always seemed to glow faintly. Turning the object over in her hand and placing the telescope on a small chair she had brought out, she grasped the small knob on the back with her now free hand and began to turn it. An innocent tune began to play from the amulet. The girl smiled, as she reminded herself that her plan would succeed, and that she would find her brother. She closed her eyes in reminiscence, as she once again pored over the last conversation she had had with her "master."

"Lord Dio, a word, if you would so honor me," The words felt like bile in her mouth as she retained her subservient expression, head bowed. The large behemoth of a man looked behind his shoulder at the kneeling girl, his face cloaked in the dark, curtained room.

"Proceed."

"I propose that I also join the other Stand users in intercepting the group of heroes that is advancing here."

A pause.

"And exactly what would that accomplish, my dear?"

"I am afraid I do not understand, Your Eminence."

The girl heard footsteps as his bare feet came into her view.

"I assume your abilities have not expanded beyond the supportive capabilities of your Stand, which you displayed when you first came to serve me. Am I correct?"

"…You are correct, Lord Dio."

The sound of footsteps began to be heard in other areas of the girl's periphery, as she assumed Dio was pacing around her.

"If I remember correctly, you are proficient enough with a blade and especially with the staff and knife, but, apart from that, your combat abilities are rather average. And if you wished to support the other Stand users who have already left to intercept the Joestars, you would have spoken up earlier." The shuffle of skin on brick ceased as Dio's feet once again came into view of the kneeling youth. She shivered as she felt his breath on the back of her neck, as he had leaned down to murmur in her ear.

"So I ask, my child, exactly what do you plan to accomplish?"

The girl took a deep breath and responded, just as she had rehearsed so many times before.

"Milord, I can only humbly ask, please, hear me out."

"Go on."

"My abilities may not be of use on their own; however, they would be of use to another, more offensively-based Stand user, or a group of them."

"I am already aware of this."

"What if I were to join the Joestars, as a false insurgent, and lead them to you?"

The silence that followed weighed like anvils on the girl's ears, as she pensively waited for Dio's answer to her plea. Finally, he spoke.

"I have been grappling with the idea of fighting the Joestars myself for many a day now. As much as Enyaba and my other followers would have them dealt with before they even saw my castle, I cannot help but feel that my destiny is to meet the descendants of this body on the battlefield. I long to see their battle prowess, but, at the same time, a small, almost insignificant part of me attempts to warn me that a chance does exist, microscopic as it may be, that they will prevail over me. Do you understand the conundrum with which I am faced?"

The youth swallowed thickly before she responded, "Honestly, I do not feel I could ever understand. My strength is nowhere near the heavenly plane which yours inhabits, and, even if I were to approach that level of power, I would never be able to collect enough loyal followers who would worry so much about my own safety."

"Indeed, you wouldn't."

"However, who is to say you cannot have it both ways?"

…

"I'm listening."

"The Stand users who have already been dispatched could act not only as roadblocks, but also as tests for the Joestars and their party. If the Joestars were to fall to one of the Stand users placed along the route to Cairo, then we would know that they were not even worthy of being mud for you to walk on."

Silence.

"Does this idea sound appealing to Lord Dio?"

Deafening silence.

"Lord Dio?"

After what seemed like millennia, the girl heard a dark chuckle come from the man above her, evolving into a haunting cackle that bounced off the walls, ringing through her ears as Dio stood over her, holding his stomach in his own overwhelming laughter.

"Why, that idea sounds brilliant! I cannot believe no one came to such a satisfying conclusion earlier! Ha ha ha!" The vampire wiped tears from his eyes and cleared his throat, eventually regaining his composure, "There is just one problem, however…"

The girl did not respond. Her expression showed no sign of her true startled nature as Dio crouched to her level and placed a hand on her head, slowly trailing it down her cheek to her chin, lifting her head up with a finger. As his piercing red eyes burned into her soft browns, he leaned forward, stopping an inch from her lips, and he spoke, his voice no louder than a whisper, yet carrying the sound of five clock towers ringing in tandem.

"What reason do I have to trust you with such a mission?"

The girl sat frozen under his fiery gaze, willing herself not to look away or move, for the second she did, his trust in her would waver. The darkness of the room bore down on the youth, suffocating and claustrophobic, as she felt her face heat up from only bearing witness to the fire behind Dio's eyes. Time seemed to be frozen in this shadowed sauna, as the girl desperately tried to slow her rapid heartbeat and keep her breathing constant, no matter how much she wanted to gasp for air.

What was only a few seconds pause felt like a few hours as the youth finally reclaimed the words she had spoken in the mirror so many times for this moment.

"In terms of having anything concrete to display which represents my unyielding devotion to you, I have nothing. However, if I may present an action to represent my faith, I will not disappoint you."

Dio continued to search the girl's eyes for any signs of her heart faltering for a few seconds more before finally rising and stepping back.

"You may rise and perform your action."

The youth nodded and stood, betraying the shakiness of her legs, ignoring every urge to collapse from his overwhelming presence. With no hesitation, she reached under her shirt and pulled out her pendant. She looked at it with a blank expression.

"This is a gift that my brother gave to me, before he left. It is my most prized possession; however, I have no need for it, since I have found immense joy in my devotion to you."

"Why have you held on to it for this long then, if it had lost all meaning to you?"

"I held on to it in case I needed to display my devotion to you, such as at this moment," With that, the girl ripped the amulet off of her neck, chain and all, threw it to the ground, and crushed it with the heel of her boot. She looked up to see a pleased, menacing grin twist Dio's lips up. The man walked over to the girl, placing a hand on her cheek, rubbing her cheekbone with his thumb.

"You never disappoint, Miss Kanao."

"I have no need for such a trivial item. Your approval is all this humble servant requires to continue on this mortal coil."

Dio hummed in approval before turning away from the youth, walking back to his bed.

"You are dismissed. I will have the stand user Forever meet you in one day's time, at the entrance to your suburb. Be ready when he meets you there."

"As you wish, Milord."

The musical amulet that sat in the girl's possession was the only one of its kind: the only music-box star pendant, that she knew of. She had asked a friend back in her Cairo suburb to create a replica of the object in case an opportunity to showcase her loyalty arose. Of course, she only asked knowing such a task was no challenge for her friend.

Knowing the journey would be long, the youth returned to her Cairo suburb to bid her mother and friends farewell and make final preparations. She decided to say goodbye to her close friends first, since she knew her mother would not be arriving home until later that evening. After chatting for a spell with one of the two people she called friend, with some jealous remarks about how she would get to go on a journey, and visiting the house of her other friend, only to discover that she had gone to visit her father in Singapore, she departed for her small abode.

The desert winds rushed through the girl's hair as she ran home, determined to get her packing done before her mother arrived. Finally coming to the entrance of her house, she faltered upon seeing the windows were open. Hoping that her mother had just left them open and forgotten to close them before she went to work, the youth stepped up to door, unlocked it, threw it open, and proclaimed loudly that she was home. A spark of hope lit up inside of her, only to be snuffed out by her mother emerging from the kitchen. The two women locked eyes and paused, slowly coming to terms with the early presence of the other. After a moment, the mother smiled warmly.

"Welcome home, Suki."

"…Hi, Mama."

Ms. Kanao came up to her daughter and embraced her tightly. Pulling back from the hug, she looked Suki up and down before speaking again.

"Have you gotten taller?"

"Oh, well, uhm…"

Suki was taken aback, hoping that this was untrue. She knew she had taken the necessary precautions to keep her figure constant, and yet-

"Well, come on in, dear! I guess I'll be making dinner for two tonight then."

Ms. Kanao ushered her daughter into the room before walking back to the kitchen. As she walked to the counter that looked into that room, she noticed her mother's gait appeared to be tense. Ms. Kanao turned to the cutting board and resumed her work, cutting up cabbage leaves, allowing Suki to see her mother's face in a better light. The presence of crow's feet and faint bags under her mother's eyes concerned the daughter, especially since Suki knew her mother wouldn't need to work as hard to feed only one mouth in the absence of herself and her brother.

"You look well enough. I assume he's been taking good care of you, then?"

The question was asked with no emotion.

"Well, he does need his servants to be in good health to serve him."

Ms. Kanao only nodded and continued cutting the vegetables. After a moment, Suki noticed the ingredients that had been strewn about the kitchen, and the distinct aroma of udon.

"So, did you know I was coming home tonight, or…?"

Ms. Kanao looked up at Suki with a small smirk. "I was craving sukiyaki, but I would've made it for you regardless."

"Y-you wouldn't have to do that, Mama…"

Her mother turned back to the greens as she spoke, "I know you're working hard for us, sweetheart. It's the least I could do."

Suki swallowed thickly. What she was about to say would only worry her mother more, but she couldn't lie to her about this.

"I'm only staying overnight."
The sound of sharp metal on wood stopped abruptly, but Ms. Kanao did not look up at her daughter.

"Dio said… that Big Bro was just out doing fieldwork, but after he's been gone this long with no word back…" Clenching her fists, the girl took a deep breath and looked up at her mother, whose head was stilled bowed over the board, "The Joestars are on their way to take Dio down as we speak. I'm going to join them and get the answers I want out of him."

"And what if he doesn't give you those answers?"

"Y-you don't know that he won't."

"Suki." Ms. Kanao finally looked up at her daughter, her eyes fiery, betraying the age her remaining facial features expressed, "You remember that story Great Grandma Ellie told you, about her encounter with Dio, and all the other stories she told about him?"

An unassuming housemaid for the Joestars, Eleanor Gold was witness to the ultimate rejection Dio Brando gave to his humanity when he donned the stone mask caked in the blood of George Joestar. After fleeing from the burning mansion, her only sources of information on the former gentleman were Jonathan and his close associates. She never heard a tale about the man that ended well for all involved. Combining these stories with her prior knowledge, Ellie would never fail to mention that the strongest trait he had was his pride. Dio would never admit to someone being stronger, smarter, better than him, even if evidence of what he failed to grasp stood in front of him. Even when reduced to a severed head in a jar, he only admitted to respecting Jonathan for his strength and wit, unwilling to entertain the idea that he had been bested. As the two seemingly shared their last moments together, Dio proved that the notion that he had ever been bested was a mere fantasy, as he continued to struggle against the fate that so desperately attempted to silence him.

Of course. Dio was a prideful monster, who took every opportunity to fight back against any threat. He would never fess up like a gibbering idiot, even if a gun was pressed to his temple, because, in the time it took to force information out of him, he would already have ensnared his oppressor. The odds of the naïve girl getting what she wanted out of such a creature were unfavorable, and yet Suki had jumped at the chance to gain information like a starved detective.

"I'm as torn up as you are, about Kyuu leaving with no word back. But sometimes, you just have to accept that people will walk out of your life, without looking back."

"But, Mom, he wouldn't have left because he wanted to! I know he wouldn't have chosen to leave us because… because he loves us! This is different from when Dad and Aoi left, they wanted to live somewhere else!"

The words were out of her mouth before she could think them through. Ms. Kanao's eyes widened as her daughter's statement sunk in. Her eyes dropped to the cutting board, as she laid the knife down and pressed her hands flat on either side of the wood.

"It…wasn't just that."

Suki tilted her head to the side, confused.

"I…I never told you all of what happened." Ms. Kanao closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked into the innocent brown irises of the girl across from her.

"Have you ever thought about why Kyuu looks so different from you and Aoi?"

A muscular, dark-skinned, black-haired man with a wide grin and blue eyes emerged among the cesspool of thoughts in Suki's mind. This image starkly contrasted the lean, paler-skinned, brown-haired, brown-eyed figures of Suki and Aoi; however, Suki never questioned this fact. All she cared about was enjoying the relationship she had with her brother.

"That boy… He's your half-brother. He isn't the son of your father."

Ms. Kanao bit her lip and took another deep breath, damming the floodgates in her eyes as much as she could.

"Steve left…because I betrayed him…And he took Aoi with him…" Tears began to flow down the sunken cheeks of Suki's mother, as she continued to explain, "We had tried to work past my mistake. We had you both, but that was never enough to fix what I'd done. Eventually, he just…couldn't live with me anymore. So, he left." Her voice wavered as she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. Despite her best efforts, tears continued to fall.

"I just…don't want to be left alone…"

Neither of them spoke. The heaviness of the silence bore down on them both, like a thick cloak. After a few moments of contemplation, Suki rose from her seat and came around the counter to her mother, placing one hand over hers.

"Mom, I'm going to bring Kyuu back. I'll bring him back, and then we can go back to how we were living before Dio came back. I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm going…on an errand, and I'll be back."

Ms. Kanao sniffled before responding, not meeting her daughter's eyes.

"I don't care what I've said. You shouldn't want to associate with someone who…someone who threw her husband's heart away like it was trash. I don't want anyone else to leave, but I've managed fine on my own."

Suki stood silent for a moment, contemplating what her mother had done.

"Mama, I know you had sex with another man. You can't change that… But are you really sorry about what you did?"

"Of course. I regret what I did every day since it happened."

"Then, I think that's all you can do. It was an honest mistake, and if you're really sorry about it… then I forgive you."

Ms. Kanao finally looked at her daughter. After a moment, Suki's mother pulled her daughter into a tight hug, as she spoke her next, painful words.

"I know you can take care of yourself. You are a mature, young woman," She felt her daughter stiffen at this remark, but continued, "Just promise me you'll come home safe."

"Of course, Mama. I... I promise."

The odd name of "Forever" had stuck with Suki, but she had certainly not expected an animal to be her escort to the path of interception of the Joestars. Taking a final look back at the suburb, she sighed and walked toward the small private jet that the orangutan had led her to.

"I was wondering how we were going to get to them fast enough that your Stand would actually be of use." The ape's face remained blank, save for his eyes narrowing. Noticing this, Suki followed up with, "No offense."

Looking back to the aircraft, she gave the vehicle a cursory glance.

I haven't seen anyone exit the plane yet… The girl scanned her surroundings, before bringing her thumb to her lips and nibbling on it in thought. Do they expect me to fly this thing? Or… She turned her attention to the orangutan, who was perusing a magazine adorned with a woman wearing a bikini.

"My apologies for keeping you waiting."

Suki jumped and whipped around to see a clean-cut looking man with short blond hair, sharp green eyes, and an eerily polite grin in a pilot uniform.

"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you," The man grasped Suki's hand and shook it firmly and quickly, a far cry from the limp, languid handshakes Suki had been so accustomed to, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Kanao. My name is Whit Houston. If you'll follow me into the vehicle, please."

The man spoke quickly and almost without pause, as he walked past Suki and Forever towards the stairs leading to the door of the plane.

"So, I guess you'll be our pilot for the day?"

"No."

Upon entering the plane, Suki saw another man sitting in the pilot's seat. He seemed calm at first, but, upon closer inspection, she saw he was gripping the steering device with a white-knuckled grip, and his neck was drenched with sweat.

Taking a moment to look around the plane, seeing that Forever had already gotten comfortable with more magazines with pictures of women on them that he had gotten from who-knows-where, Suki tried to compare this vehicle to the last plane ride she had taken, and deduced that this private jet was much nicer.

"Do you have any questions before we take off, Miss Kanao?"

Suddenly appearing right behind her again, even though she was sure he had walked towards the back of the plane, away from Suki, she jumped again, nearly hitting her head on the low ceiling. Turning towards Whit and scratching her cheek nervously, she asked,

"Uhm, well, how did you get this plane under your control?"

"Ah, a very good question indeed. Well," Suki was sure she hadn't blinked, and yet Whit phased out of existence and reappeared in the copilot's seat, pointing a knife at the jugular of the man in the pilot's seat. Turning back in his seat to make eye contact with Suki, he never lost that pleasant employee lilt as he explained, "Anything is possible when you have a Stand like my Look to You." Turning back to face the pilot, he continued in his kind mannerisms by asking, "Please, start the plane. To the coast of Singapore, as we discussed."

Only able to shudder and gasp in response, the man gave an almost imperceptible nod and started the plane. Whit looked back to the passengers again and spoke as though nothing had happened.

"Please, find a seat and buckle up. We'll be taking off soon. I will let you know as soon as it is safe to walk about the cabin, and please, press the green button next to your seat if you need anything, Miss Kanao."

Suki nodded nervously and looked to find a seat. She passed by Forever's seat, and debated sitting somewhere near the primate, so perhaps she could goad him into not actually attacking the Joestars, but, as she passed, she felt a hand on her rear. She looked to her left to see Forever reaching over his stack of magazines with a sinister grin. The animal looked up as he applied pressure, squeezing her backside.

What is he doing?

Suki firmly shook her head and removed his hand from her posterior.

"I don't know what you were planning on accomplishing with that, but stop it. It feels gross."

With that, the girl decided to sit near the front of the plane, a fair distance from Forever, as he looked dismal from her rejection of his action. Just as Suki buckled in, she felt the plane begin to move and take to the skies.

A few hours later, Suki and Forever were bathed in the glow of the Singapore evening sun. Unbuckling from her seat, Suki was startled yet again by Whit appearing directly beside her, holding his hand out to her, as though asking to dance.

"Man, you're going to give me a heart attack at this rate!"

"How odd. I thought that continued exposure would make a person more used to my Stand, not less."

Standing up, Suki retorted, "Well, your Stand isn't exactly like other…stimuli," The girl took her attendant's hand and allowed her to lead her off the plane, Forever following from a fair distance behind.

"I recommend you stay in Singapore overnight. If you're going to encounter the Joestars, you'll want to be well-rested."

Suki nodded, raising her free hand to block the sun from her eyes as she stepped onto the stairs leading to the door of the plane. Forever, feeling hasty, jumped over the railing onto the ground below and continued forward, looking back to see if Suki was following. As she reached the base of the stairs, Whit let go of her hand and walked to the side. Suki turned to him to give him a goodbye handshake, only for him to quickly embrace Suki. She was so stricken by his sudden show of affection that she almost didn't hear what he murmured, nearly deafened by the sound of the running plane engine, as he gazed into her eyes.

"Good luck fighting Dio."

No glint…Good, the girl thought.

Whit pulled back and began to scale the stairs, leaving Suki star struck by his words. Clenching her fists and throwing them to her sides, she yelled over the volume of the plane, "You better not tell anyone!" The attendant looked back and, to Suki's surprise, the smile he had kept constant for the whole plane ride was replaced with a firm line, as he nodded, determined to keep her secret safe.

As the plane took off up and away, Suki thought about how, even though all the odds seemed to be against her, she still found allies that supported her, no matter how weird of places they came from.

Suki was awoken from her reverie by Forever screeching at her and directing her attention to a point out on the sea. Picking up her telescope and putting it to her eye, she laid eyes upon a small collection of lifeboats, led by a singular dinghy populated by a little girl and five men who were certainly larger than her brother, and even rivaled Dio in terms of sheer size. Unsatisfied with just assuming the group was the Joestars she had been looking for, Suki called out her Stand.

"Knight of Cups!"

A watery figure cloaked in more water emerged from the girl. Removing the hood of the cloak allowed the wavering cloth to flow freely behind the head of the Stand in a soft triangle shape, exposing the almost white eyes of the spirit. The cloak of water over the water figure seemed to be too big for her, bunching around her wrists and seemingly around her ankles, if she had any. Looking to her Stand, Suki put her hands together in a playfully pleading gesture before making her request heard.

"Could you go get a closer look for me, please?"

Knight of Cups' eyes closed in a happy expression before the wraith swan dove into the water. Knight was clearly excited, as a large quantity of water was splashed up by her path through the sea.

"Maybe be a bit more covert, Knight?" Suki murmured in a quiet plea. Knight of Cups heard this and continued at the same speed, but throwing up much less water.

"Man, what are we even going to do now?" A voice with a very clear French tinge whined as Knight neared the leading boat. The man who spoke first had a very…unique hairstyle, even compared to those of his comrades, standing straight up and silver, with a receding hairline. He wore earrings that looked like two halves of a broken heart and a black tank top with one strap.

Why is the weirdest aspect of this man the fact that his top only has one strap…?

The man sitting next to him remained silent, his hair styled in a way that Suki had seen on a few men in her time, but this person here seemed to wear it best with his flowing red robe, white headdress, and golden jewelry hanging about his neck. Needless to say, this man's fashion sense was not lost on the hidden onlooker.

Ah, I think I remember Dio meeting a man like that. I hope I get to ask him how he made his daring escape, smashing through a window, dashing into the dead of Cairo night-

"Relax, Polnareff, I just sent up a signal. Any minute now, we should be getting help." The man at the head of the boat spoke, snapping Suki out of her daydream. This person was clearly the eldest of the group, sporting a short mop of grey hair with a beard and mustache. What struck Suki the most was the fact that…

He looks like a lifeguard. Or a pool boy? He definitely has buoy colors, so maybe he'd make a good pool buoy.

Inwardly giggling at her own stupid joke, she turned her attention to the youngest looking member of the group, who was not the little girl.

There is nothing to write home about in terms of how that little girl looks. She just looks boring.

The youngest male of the group kept his rosy red hair out of his face, save for one stray squiggle that Suki was sure would get in the way of doing anything, and seemed to match the color with his cherry-colored and cherry-like earrings, providing a contrast to his striking green…military uniform?

This guy is way too young and way too innocent to be a military man, unless things are different wherever he comes from. He definitely catches the eye, but what's with the complete red and green dynamic? Is he the type who celebrates Christmas all year or something?

"What are those?" A voice rougher than sandpaper rumbled through the sea-salt-laden air, as Knight finally looked at the man who had had his back to the Stand from the beginning, making eye contact with him.

Maybe if I stay still, he'll think I'm coral or something.

The man turned towards the Stand, his hands grasping the side of the boat. His piercing blue eyes narrowed as he studied the creature in the water.

Cripes! If looks could kill...

The man reached a hand out to touch the Stand in the water. Knight remained motionless, in part to remain covert, but most of all rendered immobile by his eyes that seemed to nail her to the spot. In water.

"Hey, Jotaro, what are you looking-" The old man asked, before looking into the water and seeing the same set of glassy eyes that the man with the piercing gaze saw.

"Th-that's a-"

Knight dove quickly under the water, and, after regaining composure, realized a crucial detail.

The old man and the man with the piercing gaze had a matching star-shaped birthmark on the backs of their necks.

She had only caught a quick glimpse, due to her attention being diverted to other places, but as the man, presumably named Jotaro, leaned down to touch Knight, she caught a glimpse of his star, and a glimpse of the old man's when he was sitting at the front of the boat.

This torrent of realization crashed upon Suki like a tidal wave, as she paused from sheer relief that she finally found the people she had been looking for. She came back to reality upon hearing the muffled, somewhat panicked voices of some of the passengers on the boat, namely the old man and the silver-haired man.

Knight, lead them into the fog! We'll catch up to them there!

Knight nodded, and, ready and waiting to put on a show, burst up from the water and leapt in an arc over the boat, twisting her body as she flew. She cast a wink in the direction of her befuddled onlookers before reentering the water and splashing along into the oncoming fog. She made sure to create quite a show of flailing about and making plenty of noise in order to send them in the right direction before disappearing deeper into the sea and changing direction to make it back to her user.

"Where is-" Suki was cut off as Knight erupted from the sea like a geyser, putting her hands out like a thespian about to take her final bow. Shielding herself from getting wet, the girl chuckled as she coaxed her Stand back to her.

"Quite the show you put on, if I do say so myself, Knight." At this, her Stand placed her hands on her own cheeks and turned away, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, Forever, get ready," Suki looked out from the bow of the boat, her Stand floating directly beside her, as she caught a glimpse of the silhouettes of the boats in the fog. She chanced one last look down at her amulet before looking back up with a determined smirk.

"It's showtime!"

Prologue - Showtime

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To Be Continued|\|/

So, I've been sitting on this story for quite some time, and, now that I finally have some time, I'm able to write this story and share it with the rest of you guys! I'll try and keep a consistent schedule of one chapter a week, but I make no promises, especially when school starts back up. I really hope you all like it, and please, don't be afraid to leave a review, comment, or question! Suki's got a long journey ahead, and I hope you all will read along and enjoy as she sets out to find her brother! -BlueBow