A/N: Hello all, and welcome to the very first chapter of my first Pokémon fanfiction. I've adored the games as a child, and now as an adult I'm finally taking the time to write my own story for this franchise. But first, here's some information ahead of time that will help you understand the story I want to tell.

This is OC-centric with my cast of three original characters, all of whom have different designs/party set ups. This was inspired by the Pokémon Journey series by an author I personally like, Talarc. So, thanks you for being an inspiration if you're bothering to read this.

This story will cover three regions I am most familiar with: Kanto, Sinnoh, and Unova.

The 'rivalry' will be friendly, just for bragging rights and the occasional little jab.

I have decided on a love triangle between the three protagonists to make an appearance later on, hence the current rating at T (M/F/M)

With all that that out of the way, let's get started!

Slow Burning Lights

Summary: Ever since she was a little girl listening to her father tell his stories, Alana dreamt of becoming a pokémon trainer. Now, alongside her two closest friends Syaoron and Alex, that dream of hers becomes reality.

*An Ending, A Beginning*

April 6th, 2015

Pallet Town, 12:30 pm

Alana Ehler, Alex Stewart, and Syaoron Miyu were all sitting in Alana's bedroom of her family's two-story house, all three of them eagerly awaiting for Professor Oak to show up. For today was finally the day the three would each be given a pokémon of their own.

"So, how does it feel to finally be 15 and be allowed to join us?" Alex asked teasingly, running a hand through his silky light blond hair and slouching in the chair by Alana's desk. He was by far the oddball of their trio, with a smooth English accent and a pair of different colored eyes. He had the rare condition of heterochromia iridum, and as a child he was rejected by many for being a 'freak'. But as he grew older, he stopped caring less and less about his condition.

Syaoron quietly adjusted the wide red brim of the hat he wore to cover his messy chocolate brown hair, his amber gaze unblinking as he stared down at the carpeted floor below. The tall Japanese brunet was the strong silent type, very rarely talking to people unless he was close with them. To those who knew him, he was a respectable young man who valued honesty and loyalty above all else. Otherwise, people thought he was that typical quiet kid who didn't go out of his way to start trouble but wouldn't hesitate to drop someone who messed with any of his friends.

"It feels nice, smartass," Alana answered with a roll of her dark blue eyes. Her blonde hair had blue streaks in it, and she buttoned the top button of her red flannel shirt while she bounced slightly on her bed. The only girl of their trio, it was a little hard for her to feel as though she actually fit in at first. She wasn't what one would call a complete girly-girl. But her lovable charm worked its way into their hearts and minds.

"I bet you can't wait to meet the professor, eh?" Alex grinned. "Syao and I were taking bets on what kind of pokémon you'd pick. My money's on a charmander, and he thinks you'll go for a bulbasaur."

"Technically, I never said what she'd pick," Syaoron corrected quietly. "He just recited crap out of the books in the living room, like how a charmander is the tougher pokémon for most trainers to command and bulbasaur is easier."

Alana gave a quiver of excitement. The thought of having her own pokémon to train was far too exciting, and she wanted to bounce with joy. 'My own pokémon. It is really happening.'

If she was honest, Alex was probably right; she had read a few books about the three main pokémon new trainers in Kanto typically chose from, and a charmander did appeal to her the most. 'Dammit. He's right. Why is he always right about this kind of stuff?'

She ran a hand through her blonde and blue hair, her eyes scrunched up. "Alex?"

"Hmm?"

"You suck."

"And the sky is blue." Syaoron chuckled quietly. He stood up, stretching his tall frame and cracking his neck. "We already know that he's an ass, but he's our ass."

"Thank you for referring me as a part of your wonderful anatomy," the British blond said with a smile. "It's truly flattering. I must commend you."

The three shared a laugh, and Alana's heart leapt into her throat when a loud knock sounded on her bedroom door followed by an old male voice. "Hello? It's me, Professor Oak. I'm here to give you all your pokémon."

'He's here!' Alana opened the door, bowing her head politely to the older man. "Hello, professor. It's nice to meet you."

Professor Oak appeared to be in his late fifties, with short gray hair and some wrinkles on his face. He wore a long white lab coat, carried three pokéballs on his belt each containing a single pokémon, and he gave the three a friendly smile as he stepped into Alana's bedroom with one hand out. "Hello, Alana. I'm sure all of you know who I am; I'm Professor Oak, the pokémon professor here in Kanto. Pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet ya, professor," Alex replied cheerfully, shaking the professor's extended hand. "I'm Alex."

"Syaoron," Syaoron murmured, also shaking Oak's hand.

"It's a pleasure," Professor Oak said with a smile. He pulled the three red and white capsules from his belt, setting them down on the table. "Three pokémon await you in these three pokéballs. The right contains a squirtle, a water type. The one in the middle, the grass type bulbasaur. And on the left, the fire type charmander. Please, go ahead and make your choice."

Syaoron stepped forward first, looking at the pokéballs with a curious glint in his eyes. He eventually looked at the ball containing the squirtle, and he picked it up. "..I'll choose this one."

"Aha! The squirtle! An excellent choice!" Professor Oak laughed. "It's a very energetic pokémon."

Alana was next, and she made a beeline for the ball on the left. "I'll take the charmander."

"Ohoho," Professor Oak murmured, his eyes glinting with reconciliation. "I recall choosing that one too. A word of warning: charmanders are known for being very difficult to raise properly. Do be cautious when you train it; the last thing you want is for one of these to get out of control."

"Heh, I guess I get the bulbasaur," Alex said with a grin, picking the ball up and tossing it into the air. "More importantly, you owe me lunch now, Syao."

The tall brunet let out an exasperated sigh, raising his hand to gently rap the blond boy on the head. "Moron…"

"Well, you seemed to all agree on your pokémon. Would you like to give them a nickname?" Professor Oak asked, sliding his hands into his long coat.

"Nah."

"No thank you..."

"Not at all."

"I figured I'd ask," Oak said. "Some trainers like to give them a name to make them more personal, but not all. Now, I imagine I'm correct in assuming that you all want to see what each pokémon can do?"

Three simultaneous nods answered him.

"Well, why don't we take it outside?" Professor Oak offered. "Even pokémon as small as these ones can demolish one's bedroom."

"Is that a personal experience of yours, Professor?" Alana asked, following him down the stairs of her house with Alex and Syaoron in tow.

"Yes. Ah, but that was so long ago, in my faraway youth," the professor sighed wistfully, his eyes getting a little misty. "Quite a fond memory. My rival and I decided to do battle in her bedroom, and both of our pokémon ended up wrecking it. Her mother wasn't too happy with us, if I remember correctly."

Outside, Alana shielded her eyes; the sun's rays shone brilliantly without a single cloud in sight to obstruct it, and the blonde girl instantly started to regret wearing her favorite pair of black skinny jeans once she felt herself start to sweat. "Ahh…it's too hot." It was only the beginning of April, and yet it seemed as though spring had come early.

A flock of pidgey flew overhead, and Syaoron reached for his pokéball. "…I'll go first…"

He tossed it into the air, and the squirtle appeared in a red flash. It blinked its eyes open and looked up at the tall brunette with a soft cry, running over and latching onto his leg affectionately. Syaoron gave a small smile, and he crouched down to give it a gentle pat on the head with his amber gaze warm. "Hey, Squirtle…you and I are going to get really well acquainted."

"Aw, look how adorable you two are." Alana giggled. "Who would've thought you would be that cute?" 'It's like it is his little brother. I don't think I can handle that kind of cuteness, and from him of all people.'

Syaoron sighed, not even bothering to say he wasn't any of those things and gesturing to her pokéball. "…you gonna bring yours out for our first battle?"

"You bet! Let's go, Charmander!" Alana threw her ball, and the small fire lizard appeared in the same manner. It was orange, with tiny sharp claws and small flame on the end of its tail. Charmander looked at her, growling softly, and Alana crouched to give it a hug. "Aww! So cute!"

"Be careful," Professor Oak warned. "The flame on the end of your charmander's tail is vital to its existence. If it were to go out…well, I'd prefer to not think of what would happen. Now, are you two prepared for your first battle?"

Both contestants nodded, and the professor gave the signal to start. "Ready! Go!"

"Squirtle, use Tail Whip!"

"Charmander, Growl!"

Syaoron's Squirtle wagged its tail while Charmander gave a soft growl to intimidate it, and Professor Oak started to smile. "Looks like both of you are going for the strategic approach! I like it! Lowering your opponent's stats will give you an edge!"

"Squirtle, Tackle!"

Charmander, use Scratch!"

Both small pokémon flung themselves at the other. Charmander's sharp claws raked down Squirtle's side, and the water type yelped as it tackled the lizard to the ground. Both pokémon fell over, and they were on their feet in a hurry.

"Hit it again!"

"Dodge it!"

Squirtle charged again, but its Tackle attack missed; Charmander danced out of the way at the last moment and gave it another scratch.

Syaoron stroked the brim of his hat, brow furrowed in concentration, and he pursed his lips. "…Tail Whip."

"Scratch!"

Squirtle wagged its tail again, and this time Charmander's Scratch attack missed, leaving it open for a possible attack. 'Ah…crap.'

"Now. Tackle!"

"Growl!"

Charmander managed to get out a growl, but it still took Squirtle's attack full force and fell over. It got to its feet, glowing orange.

"Curious. Charmander's Blaze ability is now active," Professor Oak murmured, stroking his chin. Squirtle was also beginning to glow, and his eyebrows rose into his hair while he stroked his chin. "And Squirtle's Torrent ability is active, too. This is one interesting battle."

Charmander blew out a small burst of flames, and Squirtle countered with a stream of bubbles. Both attacks hit their target and the two pokémon each wobbled a little before falling over in exhaustion, now unable to battle.

"Would you look at that!?" The professor chuckled. "Not only did each of your pokémon activate their respective abilities, but they also learned a new move! Charmander has learned Ember, and Squirtle can now use Bubble! I'm very impressed with both of you. The battle is a draw!"

He pulled out two small diamond-shaped medicines, called revives, from his coat and restored both pokémon to full health. "Now, would you like to see what Bulbasaur is capable of, Alex?"

The British blond shook his head, gesturing down with a smile. "I don't think that's happening. She's already found a snack." Alana, Syaoron, and Professor Oak looked down, and there was Bulbasaur happily munching on the laces of Alex's shoes. The grass type looked at them, cried out softly, and went back to chewing on the lace.

"Um, professor, what does she like to eat, if you don't mind me asking? As cute as this is, I'd prefer it if I managed to keep my shoelaces intact," Alex said with a laugh. "And I doubt these really taste all that good."

Professor Oak pursed his lips, stroking his chin. "Hmm…with its naïve nature, I believe it prefers sweet food the most. Alana, your charmander seems to be very proud of its power judging by the way it stubbornly threw itself into battle even with a type disadvantage. I'd recommend giving it spicy food. Syaoron, your squirtle seems rather jolly. I wager it would happily eat anything you gave it."

He patted his coat's pockets, a real old man gesture, and frowned. "Hm. It would appear that in my haste to deliver you your pokémon, I neglected to bring some supplies with me. Drat. If you don't mind, would you be so kind as to accompany me to my laboratory? I have all the necessary supplies there."

"Just one moment. Sorry girl, but I'm afraid it is time to go back in your ball. " Alex looked down, and he pressed the button on the pokéball to recall his bulbasaur. Bulbasaur disappeared in a red flash, and he fitted it to the black leather belt looped around his jeans. "I think she likes me."

"A female showing signs of affection to you? That's a first," Syaoron muttered with a smirk. The playful jab brought out several snickers from Alana, and Alex responded with a gentle thump on the brunette's shoulder.

"You three are rather old for beginner trainers," the professor noted, looking at the trio of friends. "May I ask why you've waited so long? Most trainers start at age ten."

Alana lowered her head in embarrassment. "Well, sir…it was partially my fault. We grew up together, and wanted to become pokémon trainers at the same time so we could go on our own journey. Unfortunately, my mother stopped us from going when I was ten. She said I wasn't ready. These two promised to wait until I was told I was ready."

"I see," Professor Oak murmured. He pointed to the large white building on the far side of town, and he gave them a smile. "Well, if a journey is what you want, then your wish has been granted."

They followed the professor into his lab, passing by another flock of pidgey. Inside, it was nice and cool. It was perfect compared to the sweltering heat outside, and Professor Oak led them to the back of his lab, where three red deices sat on his large white desk. "These are now yours. They are called pokédexes; any pokémon you encounter will have its data automatically added to it. Think of it like a digital encyclopedia."

He handed each of them a pokédex, along with a single plastic card and five small capsule-like devices. "You'll need these as well; these are your trainer cards. They're very, very important; these will make sure you get free service at pokémon centers, enable you to compete in the gyms, and keep track of your money. You don't want to lose them. And these are called pokéballs. They enable you to catch more pokémon.

"Understood. Thank you, professor." Alana took her trainer card and pokédex, putting both items in her back pocket. "And the pokémon food?"

"Of course! Here you go; this should be enough to keep you for awhile." The old professor handed them three bags of food, each weighing five pounds. "Don't worry about running out; you can easily find pokémon food in the Poké Marts in town, and your trainer cards will give you a discount on any items you get."

"Sweet, mate." Alex grinned, hefting the bag over his shoulder. "Bloody hell, this thing weighs a ton. Syao, do you think we should get our bags from home?"

"Was about to suggest that." Syaoron nodded, carrying his own bag effortlessly.

"Well, off you three go. Your pokémon journey is finally about to begin." Professor Oak waved his hand and smiled as they left the lab, eager to start their new journey together.

Syaoron headed towards his house, pursing his lips. "I can carry the food in my bag, both our pokémon and ours." Physically, he was the strongest out of them, and the only one who could cook.

"I'll carry the sleeping bags and the first aid kit," Alex added.

"Looks like clothes are me." Alana started to jog across the street to her own house. "I'll be right back! Wait for me outside Route 1!"

She didn't how to handle to amount of excitement she was currently feeling. Ever since she was a little girl, she wanted to become a pokémon trainer. Whenever her father, Siegfried, would start telling her stories from when he was an active trainer, she would listen eagerly. He told her countless tales about his journey over Kanto, from visiting Mt. Moon on the night of a full moon to the times he went exploring a glacial cave on the island chain southwest of Fuchsia City.

'Finally, I'm going to do what he did!' she thought excitedly. Her mother, Sophitia, would be worried, of course; no true parent didn't worry when their child was out exploring the world by themselves. But now, she couldn't deny that her daughter was finally ready to follow in her father's footsteps and journey across Kanto.

Alana reached into her jeans, pulling out her phone and dialing her mother. It rang for about ten seconds before she finally picked up. "Alana? Is everything all right?"

"It is, Mom," the blonde replied. "I have something to tell you. I'm going to go on a pokémon journey with Alex and Syao."

There was a pregnant pause before her mother said anything in return. "I see. I suppose I can't shelter you from the world forever. But no matter how old you get, you'll always be my little girl. I'm sorry I'm not there to see you off."

"Don't worry about it." Alana smiled. "You can make it up to me by being the first one to congratulate me when I win the U18 Championship at the end of August."

The Kanto League was divided into three separate tournaments. For trainers ten through fourteen, they competed in the U15 Championship. For those fifteen through seventeen, the U18. Those who were eighteen or older competed in the big league, the Kanto Regionals. Being fifteen, Alana qualified to be able to compete in the U18 Championship, provided she managed to fulfill the requirement of defeating every single pokémon gym in the region.

With her charmander on her side, she felt ready.

"Ambitious, aren't we?" Her mother chuckled. "Don't get too far ahead of yourself, dear. You still have a long way to go. For now though, all I can do is wish you good luck, and keep safe. Give me a call whenever you need to."

"I will. Bye, Mom." Alana walked inside, heading upstairs to grab some extra clothes. Three pairs of shorts, socks, and undergarments were thrown into her blue backpack first, followed by two shirts and an extra pair of shoes. 'Not too much. I do want to leave room for Alex and Syao's stuff too.'

She plucked her keys from her desk, went back downstairs, and walked outside.

After locking the door behind her, the blonde jogged to the northern gate of Pallet Town, where Syaoron and Alex were already waiting for her.

"Ah, there you are, lass." Alex grinned lazily. "You ready to get going?"

"You bet." Alana winked at him, stretching her arms high above her head. "So, where to first?"

Syaoron was studying a map, and he looked up from it to answer her. "Nearest city from here is Viridian."

Alana joined him, looking at it with wide eyes and whistling. "Wow. If the legend on the map is correct, we're looking at a five mile hike, at the very least." 'We're probably going to get some nasty blisters.'

"Bloody hell, mate." Alex rubbed his temples. "What I wouldn't give for a bicycle right now."

"You'd still complain," Syaoron said dryly. He hefted his bag, carrying it by the strap over his shoulder with a grunt.

"You two got some extra clothes?" Alana asked, opening her bag. There was plenty of room, enough for each of them to put in at least two spare outfits. Knowing them, though, she doubted they would bother bringing more than one pair of pants. 'Boys will be boys, I suppose.'

"I did." Alex nodded, and he handed her a small pile. "That's all me."

"Okay." Alana stuffed it in her bag. "Syao?"

He gestured over to a pile of what appeared to be all black clothing next to him, and Alana let out a sigh of exasperation. "Why am I not surprised? Do you have anything in your wardrobe that isn't from Goths 'R' Us?" Alex let out a bark of laughter at that.

"Black is the best color," Syaoron defended. "It goes with everything."

"I'll make sure to remember that when you're complaining about the heat once it hits July and August," Alana muttered. Syaoron rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything in return.

"Anyway." Alex chuckled. "Should we get a move on? I'm not sure about you, but I really want to get to Viridian City before dinnertime."

"If it ends up that way, then I'm glad we have the tents," Alana said. They took their first step out from Pallet Town, and Alana squirmed in anticipation.

"Wow," she whispered. "This is it. This is the beginning of our very own journey." Another step forward.

"I know, right?" Alex grinned. "This is pretty exciting."

He paused, and snapped his fingers as they started to make the long trek to Viridian City. "I know! Why don't we have a little contest? Whoever catches the most pokémon before we reach the city is the winner, and whoever catches the least has to do the cooking. How about that?"

"Knowing that you can't cook anything without nearly burning the house down really makes me tempted to lose on purpose," Syaoron said with a deep chuckle. "But I'm in."

"Me too," Alana added. "Ready, set, go!"

The three started to look for wild pokémon in the tall grass, their eyes constantly searching for any sign of movement.

After a few minutes, Alana spotted something rustling in the bushes. 'There!' She grabbed Charmander's pokéball and threw it. "Go! Ember!"

The small lizard blew out a small flame, and she heard a high-pitched squeal. A blue and white mouse-like pokémon appeared, and it bared its sharp teeth at Charmander.

"Rattata, a normal type pokémon. This small pokémon uses its claws and teeth to protect itself," her pokédex recited.

"Interesting." Alana gave her charmander a nod. "Go for it! Use Growl, then hit it with Scratch!"

Charmander growled at the rattata while it wagged its tail, signaling that it was using Tail Whip in an attempt to lower Charmander's defensive abilities. However, Charmander quickly leapt and scratched the small mouse pokémon, and it let out another squeal.

"Good work!" Alana plucked an empty pokéball from her bag and threw it. The exhausted normal type was struck by the red beam, and the pokéball clicked to signal that it had been successfully captured.

"Yes!" Alana pumped her fist into the air, grinning at Syaoron and Alex. "How about that? I think I just took the lead, boys."

"Not for long." Syaoron chuckled. He threw out his squirtle to combat a pidgey that had came down from the trees, and he stroked the brim of his hat. "Bubble."

Squirtle blew out a small stream of bubbles, the attack knocking the pidgey out of the air. It crashed onto the ground, and Syaoron threw an empty pokéball at it to catch it.

He held up the normal-flying type's ball, winking. "Tied now."

"Bloody hell, I'm starting to think I'm going to be the unlucky one," Alex complained mockingly. "Haven't found a single bloody thing."

"Hmm. We'll, we should be bound to find more pokémon the further we go," Alana pointed out. "Besides, we probably spooked everything nearby with the racket we were all making."

"True." The blond teen shrugged. "Let's get a move on, then."

They proceeded down the road, their eyes still looking for any potential signs of wild pokémon being nearby. It wasn't hard for Alana to imagine that all eyes were on the trio, staking them from the grass and wondering whether to fight or to stay hidden.

Once, she thought a pokémon was close to her. However, it turned out to only be the gentle breath of the wind, and her hopes sank a little as the time went by.

"Any luck?" she asked.

"Nada." Alex shook his head, as did Syaoron. Alex sighed and looked up at the sky above, hands in his pockets. "Blimey, I didn't think it would be this hard to catch just one of the little blighters."

"Me neither," Alana agreed. They had been on the move for nearly a few hours, and the trees were beginning to thin out as they inched their way closer and closer to Viridian City.

The blonde stopped, wincing and rubbing her legs. "Damn feet are killing me, though."

"Mine too." Syaoron looked up at the sun, blazing in all its glory. "Think we should stop for a bit?"

"Yeah," Alex answered. "Didn't expect to use the first aid kit on blisters first." He crouched down, opening his bag and pulling out a tube of ointment and a few bandages. "Here we go. Put these on, and we should be good to go."

They all stripped off their shoes, grumbling as they put the ointment on their blisters, and covered them with bandages before sliding their shoes on again.

They had stopped by a beautiful pond, with a few varieties of flowers blooming on its banks. It was a good place for one to catch their breath, whether it be pokémon or people, and after a brief thought Alana let both Charmander and Rattata out to get some air. "Go on, you two. Get some air."

Rattata still eyed Charmander nervously, and the blonde girl assumed it was because of their fight earlier. 'Of course he'd still be wary. I suppose it's only natural to be on edge for a little while.'

Charmander gave the rattata a few soft growls, petting its shoulder gently in an attempt to encourage it. Alana smiled at that. "Adorable. Are you guys feeling hungry?"

Rattata shook his head, though she could spot the exhaustion in his eyes. He still looked worn out, and Alana returned him to his pokéball. "You get some rest. You need it."

Charmander though let out a happy noise, jumping up and down. The flame on the end of his tail shone a dark orange, and Alana looked over to Syaoron. "Hey, can you pass me some pokémon food?"

Syaoron was busy tending to his newly acquired pidgey, inspecting its wing with a critical eye. "Yeah. Just give me a second; I think Pidgey's wing is a little messed up."

"Is it?" Alex came over to inspect it. After a few seconds, he nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, it's got a cut on the inside of the wing.."

He reached for a potion, giving the small bird an apologetic smile. "Sorry about this. It'll sting a bit."

He sprayed the potion onto the pidgey's wing, and it let out a wince. However, it did manage to flap its wings a little, resting on Syaoron's shoulder. The brunet gently stroked its feathers reassuringly. "Don't worry. It's all better now. You want something to eat?"

Pidgey flew around him, cawing excitedly, and Syaoron smiled. "Alright, boy. I'll get you something real quick. Don't you worry a thing."

He knelt down, pulling out a bag of food and some bowls for Charmander and Pidgey and pouring them both a bowl of food. Charmander dove into it eagerly, and Pidgey landed next to the fire type to eat.

"How's Bulbasaur?" Syaoron asked. "Does she need some food?"

"Nah." Alex grinned. "She's as happy as can be right now. Looks like her chewing on my laces earlier was enough."

The three shared a laugh, and once Charmander and Pidgey were done, they were recalled into their respective pokéballs.

"Okay," Alana said, stretching her arms and legs. "Let's go onward. We should reach Viridian City before five o'clock if we hurry."

"Don't worry, we'll get there on time." Alex laughed. "You don't have to be so antsy to get there."

"Hey!" Alana objected playfully, giving him a nudge. "I'm not being antsy! I just want to see new places!"

Syaoron adjusted the brim of his hat, staring off into the distance. "You know…today is both an ending and a beginning."

"What do you mean?" Alana asked curiously, falling in next to him.

Syaoron closed his amber eyes, hand still on his hat while he knelt down to pick up his bag again. "This is the end of our childhood, so to speak. We're going out to see the world for ourselves, now. But it's also a beginning. The beginning of new memories, waiting to be experienced. Two things will never change, though." He looked at her with a small smile.

"We'll always have each other, and that light in the sky will always be there, slowly burning and lighting our path as we go onwards."

"Bloody hell, mate. That's really deep," Alex said, whistling. The wind was starting to ruffle his hair, and he slid his hands into his pockets.

"But, you're right, my friend." He slicked his bangs out his eyes. "Come on. The whole world is out there, waiting for us to explore."

Their journey was only just getting started, and they couldn't wait to see what the winding roads of Kanto held in store for them.

A/N: That's it for this first chapter. Any and all comments are welcome, so don't be shy to tell me what you think. Did you like something? Could something be improved on? Tell me what you think below!

A heads up though; this story will probably only be updated maybe once a month, thanks to my always busy schedule, and I don't know how long each chapter will take me to write. But, chapters of this length will be common, so hopefully the waits are worth it XD

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