Rising and Falling

Part One: Falling

Chapter One: Taking Stock

Simonee took in a deep breath, his eyes closed while familiar runes of arcane energy flowed in and out of his vision fleetingly. These runes were so vivid compared to the ones he had been used to working with, the spell being what it was.

The ley energy rushing through the veins of his limbs exhilarated him to no end, amplifying his focus into the intricacies of his work. Simonee didn't dare open his eyes for fear of losing track of the runes he had been watching for well over half an hour now, but just feeling through the energy, he knew that beside him to either side were hundreds of mages, all spread out evenly around the border of Dalaran, just behind the shimmering purple illusion of a barrier. He also knew that each and every one of them were chanting the exact same muttered words that formed the incantation they were to use in order to try and move Dalaran somewhere where the mages within could be of more use. They all concentrated to their fullest - anyone participating in the spell was held liable for a specific part of that spell, and if any one part failed, the spell as a whole did as well. This meant that everyone gave their utmost attention to what they were doing, lest wasting time they likely wouldn't have in resting everyone back to full power for another attempt.

After returning to Sira's house on the edge of town, Simonee found that it wasn't long at all before Rhonin once again called upon all of them to take their places amongst the other mages residing in Dalaran. Even Dagerly, Aeriah, and Garret had been allowed to tag along to watch and participate. They had only been given small parts to maintain, how small depending on just how keen they were to the arcane energies.

As Rhonin explained it to Simonee on their way to his position, "Even the least likely person, the one who has never knowingly cast a spell in their lives, has a tie to the power we use and take for granted. It is the very power of life we hold in our hands, that power we mold so easily. I think you'll find, in your time in Dalaran, that not much is different between the energy we use and that of priests and warlocks. Not to mention, we will need all that we can muster if we are to succeed in this."

The air around the mages was still - an enchantment had been placed on the area, in preparation to the current spell, that had silenced everything to allow the participants full concentration without any potential interruptions. After all, any misdirections in attention were quite unwelcome at this stage. The silence was overwhelming, and very unnatural, but it had very well succeeded at removing distractions.

Even considering the lack of sound, there was no lack of energy surrounding the procession of mages. If anyone could actually hear the oscillations of the air around them, they would have described it as a vague, but very loud crackling as the arcana they wove took shape, woven into the spell and amplified more than tenfold by the ley lines converging into Dalaran. If one were to open their eyes and see the incantation unfold, the very land would seem to be shifting as a part of the pure power flowing through them, using their very bodies for conduits of release into the atmosphere around them.

And suddenly, the spell took on a life of it's own. The arcane energy that had been released into the atmosphere formed into a sphere around Dalaran, filling the air with crackling energy and digging into the ground like a keen dagger through parchment. An arcane whine filled the silent air, sounding like the normal, musical sound of arcane energy going at a thousand times faster and several hundred times louder. The whine reached an all time high and a deafening bang was heard across Hillsbrad as Dalaran, the City of Mages, imploded from the spot it once sat, leaving a large crater with a giant, glowing rune in the center. The rune pulsed rapidly, then slowed down and covered the crater in purple lines of energy, ensuring that the crossing of ley lines Dalaran once sat on would never be used by anyone but of the Kirin Tor.

At Dalaran's arrival, the runes left Simonee and he slumped to his knees. He felt strangely hollow, the full drain of the spell delayed for a few precious minutes. With hands on his knees he breathed, listening to his heartbeat and the rasping breath of those around him, mage and otherwise. After a moment to get his bearings, Simonee stood back up.

He finally opened his eyes, and what he saw astounded him. Below, not only were there flocks of birds flying, there was a wide rivulet carving its way through autumn-brown canopies, completely separating the area into halves. He himself stood precariously on the edge of a clay outcropping that seemed to stretch around the entire city. Only when he noticed this fact did he feel the exhaustion set in. He would need to get himself safe before the full effects of the spell hit him. It could cause him to fall unconscious, or worse, completely off the city. With that in mind, he shuffled off in search of a place to rest.

When next Simonee realized what was going on, he was sitting in one of Sira's dining room chairs, behind a porcelain cup filled with tea.

"Are you alright, deary?" the woman herself asked him as he seemed to come to.

"Fine, thank you. Er... how did I get here, exactly?" he asked in response, looking confusedly up at her as she tended to him.

"Well. Long story short, you fool mages succeeded in bringing Dalaran into the heart of Northrend, and in doing so, nearly knocked the collective lot of you unconscious. At least most of you had the sense to get off that frightful precipice before you fell."

"Wait, most?" a look of concern crossed Simonee's features. "What happened to the rest?"

Sira gave him a quick look meant to reassure him. "Nothing harmful. Countermeasures were taken so that in case any of you fell, you'd quickly be raised back to safety. After all, it would be most shameful if you came so far only to fall to your death, don't you agree?"

He could only nod. So everyone was safe and sound... for this moment at the very least. Northrend was inherently a very dangerous place. Simonee had heard stories. Stories of expeditions to the cold, unforgiving north which hadn't come back. Stories of undead monstrosities roaming the wilderness, stalking the forests and plains in search of lively prey to bolster their numbers. Stories of a fallen prince who ascended to preside over a kingdom of unnatural beings who, by all means, should not be "alive". And, for all he knew, these stories weren't just that; after all, the plagued lands back in the Eastern Kingdoms, the lands that used to be known as the kingdom of Lordaeron, were quite enough evidence of that.

Shaking his thoughts away from those dangerous ruminations, Simonee also shifted topics. "What of my friends? I trust they're all okay as well?"

Sira nodded. "Of course. They're all resting in the rooms above, with the exception of Garret. He went elsewhere, saying something about stopping voices in his head. If I were you, I'd try and find him, make sure he's okay."

"I'll do that right away. Thank you again."

Sira only nodded again, taking the untouched cup of tea from the table as Simonee rose from his seat and started on his way to finding Garret. At least, Simonee thought, there's a good chance he's still in the city. I doubt Rhonin would have allowed anyone down just yet. Not until surveying the situation.

With that knowledge behind him, Simonee exited Sira's home and began to stalk the streets in search of his friend. Above, the sky was an almost-hypnotic dark shade of blue, with a faint, wispy borealis dancing between the thick layers of cloud. Even here, high in the skies of Northrend, beauty could be found and appreciated. Perhaps the land wasn't as tainted as Simonee was lead to believe. Sense, however, told him otherwise.

That very sense struggled to guide Simonee to where Garret might have wandered off to, in his search to quell the voices he apparently heard. Shamanism was a great mystery to the mage, naturally, and its inner workings always seemed to elude him, no matter how much time he set aside to studying the nature of it. Therefore, he concluded that these voices may have had something to do with that, or the other way around. What Simonee had gleaned from his studies of the great shaman of the world, was that they were very in tune with the elements of nature. Water, earth, fire, air. These forces aided the shaman in almost the same way that mages bent the will of the arcane to suit the wants or needs of the situation.

But then the question became, where does one turn to avoid the beckoning of these forces? Behind liquor? Secluded from others in a place where meditative peace could be achieved? Or perhaps, was it possible that in order to avoid these outwardly-silent commands, that one would need to go to the epicenter of the very elements that issued them, where the voices were at their greatest?

Each of these possibilities weighed heavily on Simonee's mind as he weaved his way through the streets of Dalaran. He would just have to search each one individually until he found Garret. First, he would try one of the local taverns. There were three that he knew of within the city, one of which exclusive to members of the Silver Covenant. He would try that one first.

The gaping, vaulted doorway of the Silver Covenant-run A Hero's Welcome spoke the nature of the room beyond, as even in this late hour, the large tavern was as bustling as it had been under daylight. Four tables were situated in the main room, three chairs surrounding each, and all occupied by contented occupants. To either side of the tables rose staircases leading to the second level of the tavern, which in turn, held a couple more tables which was to the delight of even more patrons. On the back wall of the room was the bar, a semi-circular mahogany structure with cupboards cut into it to accommodate the lovely beverages the occupants of the room were all undoubtedly enjoying. The aroma of the aforementioned beverages overwhelmed anyone crossing the border inside.

Regardless of all these facts, Simonee was less than interested in the place itself. All he truly cared about was finding where his friend was. He took a quick visual survey of the tavern's lower level, spying no sign of his draenei friend. When it became apparent that he wasn't likely to see any signs of Garret, he asked the innkeeper who kept station at the bottom of the stairs on the left side of the tavern.

Brushing past revelers in various states of cohesion, he strode to where the innkeep watched vigilantly over her charge, lest a violent brawl consume the entirety of her tavern.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm searching for a friend of mine, and I'm thinking that perhaps he's been through here. I was wondering if you'd be able to help me find him if he has," Simonee stated clearly, struggling to raise his voice over the numerous audible noises in the room, not the least of which being the raucous laughter that seemed to consume all other sounds.

The high elf looked up, taking note of the mage, the most recent resident of her tavern. "I might be able to help you locate him. But, I'd need some information before telling you whether I've seen him or not. Obviously, I see a fair share of faces pass through here day in and day out."

Simonee nodded quickly. "Of course. Though, I figure you might have some trouble forgetting a draenei. Around six feet tall, blue, has a tail?"

The elf laughed quietly to herself. "I'm afraid I haven't, then. Feel free to look around, though. There's a possibility that he could have sneaked his way in during all of this commotion," she stated, gesturing at the current patrons of the bar.

Graciously retreating from further conversation with a quick 'thank you', Simonee took the liberty given him to explore the higher portion of A Hero's Welcome. Maybe he could locate Garret in the upper level of the tavern. Then again, maybe not, if the lower section was any indication of how busy the place truly was. With a quick sigh, he headed up the stairs.

The top level was similar to the bottom in the fact that it had tables to hold drinks and feasts, as well as chairs to seat those that enjoyed such vices. While it was considerably quieter than the lower floor, it was still quite full with the bodies of men and women enjoying their evening while they still could. As such, it was difficult to even try and locate Garret. With a cursory glance over the patrons of the bar, however, he didn't see any sign of his shaman friend. That would have to suffice, as traveling further into the balcony would prove a difficult feat.

Traveling back down to the ground floor and out of the tavern, Simonee was once again greeted with the brisk nighttime breeze of Crystalsong Forest. The next place he decided he would check was the Legerdemain Lounge, located near the center courtyard of the city, on the northwest side of the square. It wasn't as large a tavern as A Hero's Welcome was, but from what Simonee had learned from socializing with the citizens of Dalaran, on a good night, it could attract just as many customers, if not more.

Keeping that in mind, Simonee began the short walk there.

Only to be met with the same sight, as if he should have been surprised. The Legerdemain Lounge was holding true to what the mage had heard, with nearly the same sized crowd gathered within its confines. This crowd, however, was all the more boisterous, as the innkeep herself joined in the activities, though she had been much more sober, understandably. But, with the proprietor of the establishment currently in no position to answer any questions, Simonee moved to the bartender to ask about Garret.

The bartender, a high elf by the name Arille Azuregaze, didn't provide him with useful information as to the whereabouts of his friend. Instead, he gave the mage leave to check the tavern, as had the previous innkeeper. Sighing to himself, Simonee did just that.

The tavern was formed as a vaguely hexagonal shape, with two entrances, one on the northwest wall, and one on the northeast. The north wall was dominated by the bar, around which stools had been set, and subsequently, were occupied by patrons either wallowing in their sorrows or indulging in the happy ruckus. To the southeast was a staircase, leading to the second level of the building, while the other two walls were dominated by a table and bookcases respectively.

Not seeing Garret anywhere within the confines of the lower floor, Simonee ascended the stairs. On the higher portion of the building, there were two rooms and a balcony. Neither of the rooms were occupied, but through the open doors, Simonee could see that one showcased a grand bed, most likely that of the proprietors, and the other was set up with four small beds. The balcony overlooked the well situated in the northern courtyard just outside the Bank of Dalaran. From it, Simonee could also see one of the entrances to the Magus Commerce Exchange, where he had been only a day ago, listening to everyone trying to sell their goods.

Garret Frosthammer, however, was obviously not in the Legerdemain Lounge.

Again, Simonee sighed, retracing his steps out of the tavern. He didn't even want to try the last inn, knowing that if the first two didn't produce results, then the third was hardly likely to be any different. A small glint caught Simonee's eye as he thought. He recognized it as the statue that had brought about the 'reincarnation' of Dalaran's old splendor. Now in its original greatness, it floated nearly a foot above its base of solid granite. Simonee knew who the figure was, if only because of his prominence in books dealing with the studies of the arcane. One of the greatest mages to have ever lived, predecessor to Rhonin as leader of the Kirin Tor, and teacher to Jaina Proudmoore. Archmage Antonidas.

Only after his falling at the hand of Arthas was Dalaran "destroyed", but his life before then had been illustrious, obtaining honors unheard of for his age in his younger years. Simonee admired and respected the man greatly. Giving the statue one last glance as he left it behind, Simonee continued his search. As soon as he reentered the street however, he came across an idea. Perhaps Rhonin would have some insight into where Garret was.

Armed with this new possibility, he began to make his way to the Violet Citadel. The blue sky had deepened in shade since he set out from Sira's house, and the contrast it created with the now-brighter borealis made the latter all the more defined.

The Violet Citadel towered over the city, looming sagely in the night sky. Its pinnacle was wreathed in the very clouds, which refracted light cast from the high moon. The scene was simply as poetic as they could come. Simonee wasn't watching the top of the tower, or he would have stopped to admire such a scene. Instead, he was focused more on climbing the stairs leading into the tower, where hopefully, he would encounter Rhonin.

As he ascended the final stair in the great ramp leading into the Citadel, Simonee was pleased to note Rhonin standing in the center of the 'lobby' area, speaking to a group of people. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that this was the Council of Six. Instead, perhaps they were commoners of the city just wishing to express a complaint, or similarly, wishing to compliment him on getting them all to Northrend safely. Whatever it was, it most likely wasn't his place to be involved, and as such, he stayed a small distance away from the exchange. As soon as they were all finished, those that weren't Rhonin bowed and left, those that were simply waved Simonee over.

"To what can I owe the pleasure of this meeting, Simonee?" he asked politely, smiling at the younger mage.

"I'm actually searching for Garret," Simonee replied. "I was wondering if you had any idea where he might be. Sira told me that he wandered off shortly after arriving here in Northrend."

Rhonin nodded. "Yes, indeed I do. I sent a team of mages down to the forest below in order to finish the anchor. He requested if he could join them and observe." Pausing for a few moments, the archmage took in a breath. "It seemed as though he was troubled, and I thought that maybe by allowing him to go with them to the Violet Stand he might resolve his troubles. He should still be down there. We've set up a transportation system between here and there for quick and easy travel. I'll show you the way."

With that, Rhonin exited the Citadel, with Simonee in tow. The two of them quickly made their way to the northeast corner of the square, whereupon they entered a building, walked down the stairs, and were greeted with a floating, reflective triangle with its point facing downward, spinning slowly on its axis.

"Touch this, and it will take you to our anchor site. There's a similar one there that will allow you back up again. Return whenever you wish, but don't wander down in the forest for long. Danger lurks everywhere here in Northrend. Don't forget that, it may save you and your friends," Rhonin warned Simonee and turned, walking back to the Citadel.

Simonee again inspected the strange device floating in the room, and then the room itself. It seemed to be nothing more than a small library; the bookcases that seemed to be everywhere in Dalaran indeed took up space here. With a shrug, he touched the triangle and immediately felt a tugging sensation. A rush of sensation forced him to take a look at his surroundings. The tugging made sense as he did so. He was literally being pulled down through the solid rock supporting Dalaran to the ground below. Glancing at his limbs, he was almost shocked to see that there were no limbs, nor did he currently have a torso or legs. Accepting his current state for the moment, Simonee marveled at the rate he was moving. He was moving faster than he would be should he have actually fallen, but at the same time, it felt more controlled somehow.

Down below, Simonee got his first look at the forest since arriving there. His first impression, back on the ledge, was that the forest was blanketed in browns and oranges. What he saw now, however, completely debased that thought. It was not a serene fall setting. It was instead, an unnatural, slightly unnerving display of a powerful magic that had passed long ago. The trees were made completely of a pinkish crystalline substance, as was nearly everything else in the forest. Simonee could only wonder what could have caused such a strange occurrence. This train of thought was derailed once he finally landed near a triangle similar to the one above.

He ended the small trip in a plot of stone ruins, definitely not an original feature for the area. Around the ruins was a purple sphere, similar to the one that had forever guarded Dalaran, and inside that sphere was the contingent of mages Rhonin sent to secure the anchor site for the levitation spell. Simonee's body rematerialized and almost immediately, he heard a voice from behind him.

"So much death here."

It was Garret.

"What?" Simonee couldn't help but reply, spinning to face his friend.

"Death, it's everywhere in Northrend. Land, air, seas. The elements themselves have slowly been dying through the Lich King's reign, and no one's been able to stop it or slow it down. They call out for help and there's no one answering. It's... overwhelming."

Simonee stayed silent. He couldn't begin to imagine what was taking place within Garret's mind. The elements had been alone for ages here in the north, and finally, here was one who could hear their pleas for help. They must have been asking in overdrive.

Garret sat on one of the stones that had crumbled under its own weight long ago. It had the makings of a large column, but now, in its sad state, it was nothing more than a decoration. There were many similar columns circling the ruins, each at varying heights and in differing states of decay. Simonee's curiosity wanted to know who or what built the structure, and what it served as before they crumbled away to time. Perhaps something he'd learn sometime else.

"You gonna be alright?" he asked.

Garret sighed. "I think so... but it's going to take some time before I can get used to such a thing after listening to the nearly calm elements of Azeroth for years. I came down here to perhaps make some headway into that goal. I think there's been some progress, but I really can't tell."

Simonee nodded and began to turn back to the triangle, but was held back by Garret as he began to speak again.

"You know, this isn't the first time I've been subjected to this sort of thing?"

Simonee turned back again and looked at the shaman. "When was the first time?"

Garret chuckled mirthlessly as the memories came to him in droves. "Draenor, after the time of the cataclysm. After Nobundo opened our eyes, ears and minds to the elements. When the orcs foolishly pried the land to pieces with their foul magics."

"You mean, what Ner'zhul and Gul'dan did."

"Yes. The elements were in such turmoil after Gul'dan's treachery, and every shaman that was borne of Nobundo's teachings were put through their pleas as part of a rite of passage of sorts. I wasn't part of the first sect of shaman to be put through it, but that trial was one of the things that remained for years before we escaped on the Exodar."

Simonee nodded. "I don't think I'll ever understand the shaman, nor do I think I'll ever know what you're going through, but I want you to know that your friends are all here behind you."

For the first time since Simonee arrived at the Violet Stand, Garret smiled genuinely. "I thank you for your support; and perhaps by the time we are through with this journey, you will have learned something of the shaman and their ways."

"Come on, I'm sure Sira's worried about us. We should be getting back," Simonee said with a smile of his own.

Garret nodded again and hopped down from his perch on the leveled column, walking quickly to the strange transportation triangle. Both touched it and were sent to the sky, where Dalaran floated peacefully above.

Krionoso woke up from his fitful rest with the gut feeling that something was going on. Not necessarily something bad, just... something. Looking out the single window in the room he had occupied in Sira's house, he noted that it was nighttime. Not surprising, after he nearly passed out after he did his part in bringing Dalaran to Northrend, a process that ended not long after the sun crested in the sky. With a yawn, he brought himself out of his bed.

Downstairs, the dining room for once was completely empty. No teapots on the fire, no cups or saucers on the table, no older woman sitting and waiting for guests. It was a rather strange sight to Krionoso, but then again, he'd be a fool to think Sira stayed up all night every night, waiting for someone to show up.

He heard a quiet creak in the wood behind him, and spinning quickly on his heel, he found it to be the door opening. The culprits of such an action were none other than Simonee and Garret.

"What are you two doing up at this hour?" he asked, curious.

As they entered the house, Simonee replied, "Oh, you know. The usual."

"The usual?"

"Yeah."

As perplexed as ever, Krionoso shrugged. "Okay, so what were you doing?"

Simonee shrugged. "Went out for a stroll."

Not-so-gingerly placing the palm of his hand to his forehead, Krionoso gave up on questioning the two before he gave himself a headache. Garret, who was silently watching the exchange, chuckled just loud enough to hear, yet not loud enough that he'd wake up everyone in the house.

"The spirits of the land were calling out to me, and I was trying to... attune myself to them, as it were," he clarified.

"Attune? What do you mean?" Krionoso asked, latching on to the first real answer to his questions.

Taking a deep breath, Garret began, "Well, you see, different lands have different elemental spirits, as a result of climate, and other geological factors. For instance, the ones here have seen harsh cold and mass amounts of death. They speak of a web of tunnels built by the nerubians, of a basin filled with life from rim to rim, and of a vast tundra of cold, bitter winds. These things, and more. And, what's worse, they've been alone here, unable to connect with any being walking its surface, for so long."

Krionoso was dumbfounded, and his face confirmed as much.

"Perhaps a discussion for another time," Garret finished, with another chuckle.

"Agreed. I'm tired, and could probably use a nice tall mug of ale. So, in order to prevent the latter from happening, I'm going to indulge in the former," Simonee said, stretching. "You should probably do the same, Krio. You look like you just took a nice jog through the Twisting Nether."

Krionoso, still mulling over Garret's words, simply nodded. He realized, even having been answered, he still had no idea what Garret and Simonee had been doing out this late at night. Giving up on trying to figure everything out, at least for the moment, he allowed himself to trundle back up the stairs and into his room.

Morning came, and Simonee for one felt refreshed again. Rolling off of the soft cotton bed and onto his feet, he descended the stairs two at a time and found himself looking at a nearly-familiar scene. Sira was at her station at the dining room table, but Dagerly was the only one currently awake besides Simonee, enjoying a small cup of tea. It wasn't long before the mage was as well.

"Good morning, Simonee. I trust your hunting last night went well?" Sira asked, tilting her head to a side.

"Mmhmm," he replied through a mouthful of tea. "Turns out he went down to ground level for a bit."

"Ground level?" Dagerly asked. "What was he doing down there?"

"Shaman stuff. Regardless, he's back now, so all's well," Simonee said, and both Sira and Dagerly, to his surprise, accepted this as an answer.

After a small break spent in silence, Aubs and Aeriah had appeared at the table, each having been served a cup of tea, as was custom. Everyone had shared a 'good morning' with each other, but other than that, discussion wasn't at the top of anyone's list of things to do first thing in the morning. Eventually, the entire group had made their way into the dining room, Erylian included. Krionoso was still wearing a face of confusion after their talk last night.

After each one had finished their own tea, Simonee rose again to his feet.

"We should probably check in with Rhonin. We've got to get back to King Wrynn eventually, and the quicker we can get the go-ahead to leave, the quicker we can do that," he said, letting out a short sigh. "Agreed?"

The vote was unanimous to get moving again, everyone eager to do something other than just sit around all day.

Outside, the air was slightly cool, with a breeze playing about the spires of the city. It was actually a very lovely day, something Simonee hadn't been expecting upon arrival in Northrend. In the face of such pleasant weather, the short walk to the Violet Citadel was over faster than he was able to think about it.

Upon entering, Rhonin greeted them heartily. "Welcome back, friends. I trust you all have rested well?"

"Indeed," Erylian stated for the group. "In fact, I believe they are rested enough to be getting back to their liege. And, if it isn't a problem, I wish to join them."

Rhonin paused to think about this momentarily, as he turned over the risks and benefits of letting Erylian, a master mage - albeit a very skeletal master mage - go with Simonee and his band of friends. "I'll allow it, but be careful. None of us here need you to get slaughtered for setting foot among the Alliance," he finally replied, a slight scowl forming.

"Yes, archmage," Erylian said, nodding. He made no note of the ulterior motive he had in venturing forth with the motley band of adventurers.

"As for the rest of you, to the northeast of us, past the square, is a landing where we've set up a gryphon station for quick travel. King Wrynn is currently, as of our last correspondence, with his forces gathered in the Borean Tundra. I believe they're calling their new base there something to the effect of Valiance Keep."

Simonee tried to remember where the tundra was, and failing that, asked Rhonin on its whereabouts, to which the older mage replied, "Directly on the southwest coast of Northrend. Your gryphon will automatically take you there, so as to guide you there safely without any worries of getting lost. If that is all, you may leave now if that is what you wish."

Simonee nodded, wishing just as much as his friends to get moving on. With a goodbye and a bow, the group left the Citadel behind, locating the landing without much incident. As their gryphons left the city, he couldn't help but feel that this was just another bend in the winding road that had come to represent his and his friends' adventures.

A/N:

Python: Hey guys! Feels good to be back on track and starting a brand new adventure, doesn't it? I'd like to thank Ikeris again for joining me in this grand new beginning, and as has been pointed out multiple times, he'll be a recurring co-author. I look forward to starting the next chapter already! Be Happy, everyone.

Ikeris: So here it is, the first chapter of our first story together! Python and I talked for ages about co-writing a story, but nothing ever came to fruition. I'm so glad we're now working on this together. With our characters, his depth of writing, and my dynamic action I'm sure this is gonna be the best chapter (of the series) ever. So stay tuned!