Chapter One
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"Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the Truth. Even if it leads to your Death. Safeguard the helpless. That is your oath,"
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Azeroth, a world rich in magic from the purest Light to the darkest of Necromancy. Home to a multitude of species each more diverse than the first. It had survived the worst of invasions by the ever present threat of the Legion and had been a bulwark of strength for other worlds connected to it. Never did Azeroth show weakness against many attempts of the Burning Legion despite its citizens warring with one another as mortals are prompted to do. Every time the Legion invades through its minions, Azeroth answered the call and united with one another to put a stench on the Legion's plans.
Among the races of Azeroth which was supposed to be the strongest and the most equipped to stand against the hellish army that threatened their world had been the Night Elves. Strong, independent to the core and a have a healthy sense of the word "freedom", the Night Elven people had been the first to face the threat of the Legion and its agents. Sure it costed them a lot, but they have persevered and beaten them back and enclosed themselves on their forest of trees, enjoying their immortality while the world forgets the threat that the Legion imposed, focusing on the Orcs instead under the leadership of Orgrrim Doomhammer who was currently the warchief of the Horde.
But this time, another event that not even the Aspect of Time have expected occured on Azeroth and maybe, just maybe change this world a great deal and stop the sorrows that might come to pass for interfering later on.
"ZAP!"
"Ouch!"
"Gerrof me!"
"Tell him to gerrof me!"
"We're in armor you nitwit! You get off me!"
"I can't! It's too heavy!"
"My plants!"
"Shut up with your plants Neville!"
"And you stop complaining about your hair Malfoy!"
"Then tell these two idiots to get off me! I'm not their pillow!"
"Ohh-,"
"Is little baby Malfoy worried that his panties got a twist?"
"I said get off me!"
"ENOUGH!"
Four sets of mouses automatically muzzled themselves as eight pair of eyes looked up to see the scowling face of their commander looking at them with those green eyes. Immediately two sets of voices sounded the area.
"It was all Malfoy's fault!"
"HEY!" protested the blonde as green eyes glared at him before sighing tiredly.
"Get up! All of you!" he commanded to the four figures on the ground with half-armor ignoring the sniggering sounds at his back who watched the four Lieutenants of the Grandmaster struggle like ropes over one another as they gained their foots dusting the grass and the dirt from their chain mails and hauberks as they like him looked around them and whistled.
"So, this is Azeroth huh?" muttered one of the red heads looking at the beautiful gifts of nature around them which he himself agreed at. "Reminds me of Earth before our ancestors became a greedy bitch and started stripping it down for themselves,"
"How right you are Georgie," replied the other red-head the sound of water touching water heard making him look at his subordinate who is dipping his hand on a nearby spring to take a drink before looking at him. "This is way better than the spring that you found on that mountain Grandmaster,"
"Let me taste it too," ran his twin at his side using his gauntlet to take a mouthful of the crystalline liquid before making a satisfied sound. "Freddie's right Grandmaster. This is so much better than the one you have found for us,"
He merely rolled his eyes at the two jokers who despite annoying are incredibly useful when needed as he focused on the surroundings around him. They're right though, this place looked barely touched by human hands. The air touching his skin is cold, but not that cold that it might cause discomfort, but cold enough that it forced him to raise his scarf on his neck. Everywhere around him is misty and if not for the clearing that he and the large retinue around him, he would have panicked at the thick mist. The twins were right. This place was barely touched by human hands and interference. Looks like the one who brought them here was right after all and did not disappoint. They can start a new future here and have a chance to live instead of dying on that burning city to defend fat slobbering nobles willing to throw men on the meatgrinder as they ran away with their oily hides and riches leaving the smallfolk and the knights to defend them as the enemy army sacked the city. It was plain lucky that the deity who managed to bring them here was kind enough to their souls that they were given another chance. His men deserved it for their honor and loyalty, standing to the bitter end. He would do anything to repay that loyalty and that was the reason why they were here right now.
He is Harrold James Potter, Lord of House Potter, Grandmaster of the High Templar Order, son and heir of Lord James Potter the Second, Fifth of his name and commander of the defense at Acre. It was quite amusing actually every time he felt of the irony of the name of his father remained the same. For before he became Harrold, in his previous life, he is Harry James Potter, defeater of Voldemort, the bloody Boy-Who-Lived given a second chance for a life and those that he chose to bring with him.
"Neville, how's your observation going on?" asked Harrold stepping into the side of his best friend watching him cut gingerly to a plant before poring over it with one of the weird magnifying glasses that he had always with him that Harrold always noticed he brought with him wherever he go.
"This is some plants I've never seen before Grandmaster," spoke his subordinate still poring over the leaf that he cut. "Though I've never seen anything as healthy as this before. It looks like the plant is happy and thriving, having a life of its own,"
"I see," nodded Harrold. "Did you find anything edible to eat Nev? I won't have our men starve or accidentally poison themselves by chewing at a leaf that looks like a fruit,"
"There's some plants here that can be eaten though I advise we don't for the meantime until I and my apprentices conduct further study," spoke the botanist putting down the leaf he cut and placing it on a small glass that immediately froze the leaf sample, before Neville replaced it on his bag. "And I would need to study the ground to, to make sure that our plants would grow here. We have limited resources already and I would rather not waste any of our seedlings and fruits to plant until I confirmed that it indeed will grow. It would be annoying if we plant it and just lose it worms and parasites giving them a free meal,"
"I see, keep up the good work Neville," Harrold gave his friend a slight squeeze on the shoulder before walking off to find Malfoy who had extracted himself from the twins who are still wandering around and exploring though they kept their wits with them and didn't wander off as they are prone to do when Harry and the Order usually arrive on new lands to conquer.
As he expected, the former Malfoy scion are standing with the rest of the lower officers with the every present ledger he had on his hand, already furiously scribbling on it with his pen.
"Wasted no time on getting to work I see," smirked Harrold approaching them who immediately take note of his presence as the other officers placed a gauntlet on their hands and bowed. Only Malfoy didn't who merely nodded on his presence with a single word on his mouth that noted his acknowledgement. "Harrold,"
"Draco," replied Harrold nodding back to his old friend. He knew that Draco never bowed to anyone other than the kings and he would sooner lop off his legs than bow to Harrold. This might be their second life and they have made peace with one another, but Draco made a point of annoying him many times over where he doesn't bow and instead simply nodding to him despite him being the Grandmaster of the Order.
Looking at the other faces who have died before they came here, Harrold nodded to every single one of them. Each of them are knights wearing the familiar chain mail armor of the west, the only difference to them was the surcoat emblems on their fronts. Their is the red cross over a white field of the Templars. The Plain Black with the white cross of the Hospitallers and the Black field of the Black Nights. However the most distinguished came from the Green cloth with white cross of the Teutonic Knights who are wearing capes as part of their uniform.
"Draco," Harrold looked at his "secretary", simply an endearment since Draco Malfoy took on the role of dealing with the massive paperwork that comes with the title of Grandmaster. Apparently the former blonde spoiled ponce of Hogwarts had a talent on dealing with it and Harrold in his infinite wisdom designated it to him to deal with it. "Have you finished calling the role call for the men?"
"Yes Grandmaster," nodded the blonde knight looking at the ledger on his hand. "Currently according to estimates. We nearly have thirty thousand people in here right now with us on the clearing. Twenty thousand of those are able to bear arms while six thousand at least are designated knights. The rest are simply families, women and children, old people, squires and the like,"
"I see," muttered Harrold, rubbing his chin, green eyes looking thoughtful. "It's amazing that at least we have the number of half of Acre. I've expected less than ten thousand men in fact ever since we arrived here,"
"I'm more concerned if we have enough space right now Grandmaster," spoke the Teutonic Knight representative. "With our numbers, we would need to establish a settlement and soon. Even if we brought large amount of supplies with us, it would only be a matter of time before we have the problem of food shortage,"
"I agree with Sir Balinor Grandmaster," nodded the Hospitaller, his dark eyes gleaming. "If what you say is true Harry when you made the deal with the mysterious person, then we aren't the only people or kingdom on this planet. We need to establish ourselves strong and independent in order for us not to look like beggars that landed on their doorstep,"
"Aye. First impressions are the basis of respect of all Grandmaster," spoke the Black Knight of Germany. "I also advise that we be open minded. I seem to recall that you said "different species" when we arrived here Grandmaster Harrold. We need to remind our people that they think first before acting or else we might mistake some people as abominations or worse, demons,"
"Agreed," nodded Harrold. "First things first though. Send some of your men to scout the area and made sure that we have a five kilometer radius margin of safety in all directions. Make it clear to them not to attack anything that talks and as much as possible, run back rather than fight. I don't want some butter fingers accidentally killing a farmer with a farmer with a squid head pushing him out of the field with a plough since he is trespassing,"
The Grandmaster's words are followed by chuckles as the leader of the Knight Orders dispersed leaving only Malfoy with Harrold.
"Tell me Draco, how long will it before our supplies last?" asked the Grandmasster of the Templar Order to his old friend.
"Six months Harrold, if we ration it like we did during the siege. Five months if we cater to the need of the elderly and the young ones,"
"I see," said Harrold more to himself in a thoughtful tone. "If the land here was the same as the one in Earth that can accomodate the plants and Neville's magic, we would have a harvest on two months by the grain and barley and three for the rest. However I'm concerned with the meat. We have no poultry or anything that we can breed again and domesticize. Tell me Draco, can deer be domesticized?"
Harrold did his best to ignore his friend raising an eyebrow at him as if asking: "Are you fucking serious?"
"Deers," he stated simply.
"Yes, deers," confirmed Harrold. "Deer meat is incredibly soft when cooked correctly and harder to decompose than a pig's though having a couple of pigs to breed for later won't be bad either,"
"Can deers be even tamed?" blinked the blonde.
Harrold only grinned at him standing up as he pulled his sword on his hip. "That is something I plan to find out Draco. You know the drill right? Get everyone as comfortable as they can until we manage to find out where we are at the moment. I believe you already know the basics we usually apply every time we camp. The duty rosters and stuff like that, I leave in your capable hands. Ask help from Fred and George. Heavens only know that those two needed something to distract themselves with,"
Draco only scowled watching him as he walked out. "And I believe that you plan to go again scouting Grandmaster?"
"You already know the answer to that Draco,"
The blonde knight-turned-secretary only snorted. "Not that you will listen to me even if I cite regulations where there are a hundred rules that state that you must stay. Fine! Be it on your head Potter. Just be careful, I don't want to be the de facto leader of this group just becase some fish men accidentally ate you,"
Harrold only laughed as he saluted to the Malfoy air mockingly before walking off. It was good to annoy Draco.
Leading his footsteps to the tents that are being put up already, he waved and returned the gestures of the people that had been given a second chance. They're mostly from Jerusalem and Acre, pilgrims and civilians that have an honest heart who had been slaughtered either by Christians or Muslims during the different eras of the Crusades.
"Sir Harrold!" a young voice suddenly called out making Harrold sigh as a familiar teenager in chain mail met him, sandy hair visible on the small helmet that he is wearing. For someone who had idolized him on his first life, the boy retained the same fascination for him in his second.
"Colin," rumbled Harrold not bothering to shorten his strides as the young squire jogged after him, trying to keep up thanks to the white cape that had the same Templar symbol as Harry's cape.
"Where are you going Sir? This place is awesome! Do you think we have Saracens to kill here? Oh I can't wait to formally be a knight Sir! I promise I won't disappoint anyone. I would be the best knight there is. You are my master after all Sir. I would live by honor, integrity and...,"
Harrold resisted the fact to palm his face as his squire babbled on. There are two reasons that he agreed to squire the young deckhand which was Colin's work before he became his trainee. One was the fact that the boy had natural skills and had the honor of three knights combined, and two, to shut him up for bothering him three times a day, begging to be his squire. Apparently, Harrold made a mistake since it only made him bother the Grandmaster more.
Harrold in fact was no older than Colin. His father, Sir James have trained Harrold how to be a knight ever since he was old enough to wield a sword hammering the ethics of honor into his very being. At the age of eighteen, Harrold was knighted when he repulsed a bandit raid at one of the settlements under his family's protection. And at the age of twenty, he marched with the second crusade to retake Jerusalem. At twenty-three, he gained the position of being the Lieutenant of the former Grandmaster Pycelle. And at twenty-five, he assumed the position when Jerusalem fell due to an asshole of a king. He squired Colin for six months who is only sixteen when Acre fell and they were brought for a second chance here.
Making sure to return the salutes of other knights and greet the people as he passed still followed by a faithful Creevey. Harrold took his helmet and donned it as he reached the eastward side of the camp. Taking a red chalk from one of the guards who saluted him, he immediately beckoned for Colin the hand to become silent before gesturing to the boy to follow him as the two went to the shadows beneath the trees.
That was another reason why he endured the boy. Colin when not serious were obnoxiously loud, annoying and had a penchant for hero-worship. However when he was serious, the boy had the potential how to be a formal knight recalling everything that Harrold taught him in the sword. However the best out of him was his loyalty. Having Colin as a squire meant Harrold had his own personal bodyguard that won't be swayed by riches or promises of land and women. In a place like Acre, where backstabbing was in full display, having a squire like that would be like finding a diamond in a pig trough.
"So where are we going Sir?" asked Colin softly as they bustled through the underbush trying their best to walk despite the dirt that their white capes are havinbg thanks to the vegetation.
"Five kilometers," answered Harrold curtly. "Get your pen and paper Colin, and make notes of any landmarks you see that will aid us on mapping this place. The other scouts probably would do the same and we would exchange notes later with them for the evening meal,"
"Yes sir," spoke his squire grabbing the necessary utensils as they continued on.
Harrold just nodded as he trudged on. Heavens only know what is waiting for them on this canopy of trees.
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Being a Priestess of Elune, Tyrande was always busy. But that doesn't mean that she's simply sitting her rear butt in laziness like most priestess. She may be a servant of the Temple but first and foremost, Tyrande Whisperwind was a Sentinel and a warrior. In fact if truth be told, her duties didn't include much and she was barely showing her face on the temple unless on the annual festivals where she goes back to attend and perform her duties as a Priestess.
The current High Priestess, Alleia Brokenarrow is her friend since childhood, that is one of the main reasons why Tyrande is cut a large amount of slack and she spent most of her days wandering around the Moonglade hunting the occasional Satyr that wander from Felwood or doing the thing she loved the most to do, training her student.
Like today.
"Are you sure that it's safe Lady Tyrande?" Arko'Narin asked nervously as Tyrande guided the small boat they had on the stony beach, holding on as the boat nudged the stones.
"Of course I'm sure," replied the Priestess jumping off the boat wincing a bit as her bare feet touched the icy cold water to her ankles. "Now help me pull this ashore," grunted the Priestess as she hauled the small boat they have with her student's help to dry land.
Satisfied that their boat is clearly off the water, Tyrande picked up their bow and arrows plus the ever present knife that all Sentinels wore in case of close combat encounters, firmly strapping it to her side as she glanced at the misty island that they are in right now.
"What is this place?" asked Arko' looking worriedly at the streets. "I've never seen this place on the map before,"
"It's because most Night Elves don't," replied Tyrande. "Only a few knew this place, full of demented animal predators that attacked everything that moves under the trees,"
"D-demented predators?" stuttered the younger elf beside her in fear. "Don't tell me we're going to kill something my lady?"
Tyrande merely rolled her blue-silver eyes. This is exactly the reason why she had brought Arko' here. The young Night Elf is simply a century and a half years old, the youngest of the entire Night Elven population. For some reason the elven maid who bore her became pregnant for no reason two centuries ago and died giving birth to Arko'Narin leaving the girl an orphan, having no idea who her father is. But she is a Night Elf in full. Tyrande took it under herself to educate the girl and took her under her wing, training her to be a full-fledge Sentinel. Right now the girl still had a few decades before she would take the tests to acquire her tattoo on the face that all sentinels wore. Two hundred is the testing age for all Night Elves and Tyrande would make sure that her protege pass with flying colors.
"Yes we are," answered Tyrande walking towards the shade of the trees hearing the soft patter of her student's feet following her as she expected. Not that Arko' had a choice. The girl thanks to her young age and inexperience is still fearful of anything unknown and anything that attacks back. "We are here right now so that you can learn how to kill,"
"Kill? But what are we going to do about the carcass my lady? Night Elves don't eat meat. And haven't you taught me never to hunt down the wild animals no matter how hungry I might become?"
"Yes I did Arko'," nodded the Priestess as they hopped easily over a fallen log moving only with the silence and grace that only Night Elves can achieve, their scantily clad bodies like wraiths on the forest. "However you must know how it feels to kill. During my time, many Elves who fought with me are killed when they froze in the middle of the battle when they made their first kills. And many more are driven mad unable to cope with it. What we are going to do today is for you to experience what it means to take a life,"
"But you told me-,"
"Not to kill "innocent" animals?" finished Tyrande for her. "I did Arko. That is why I have chosen this place. Large amount of the animals here are mad for reasons I don't know. Maybe it is because of the residue left when Illidan betrayed us or the after effects of the Fel Magic that swept on the southeast from the continent of Azeroth. Still, it doesn't matter. What matters Arko' is that you make your first kill today and get rid of the after effects that it might cause later. You will need it if you want to pass the trials,"
"I-I see," nodded the younger elf mumbling softly to herself as they passed another tree trunk.
The Priestess of the Moon merely let off a soft smile grace her lips glancing at the worried and nervous look of her student. "You're not afraid are you?" she chided gently.
"What?! No, of course not. What made you think that my lady?" squawked the younger elf indignantly.
"Well you are glancing at the ground for the past thirty seconds. Is the tree roots that interesting Arko'?"
The young elf merely huffed, her cheeks staining red a bit making her look prettier than usual. "I'm keeping an eye out for tree roots. I don't want to face plant on the ground," she reasoned.
"Of course," chuckled the Priestess. "Tree roots. My bad, just ignore me Arko," If it was possible, the younger elf went red even more.
"You're so mean, you know that my lady?" she pouted as they passed another curve on the trees. "Where are we going anyway? Don't tell me we're just wandering around hoping that something attacks us out of nowhere. I'm nervous enough as it is,""
"That's exactly what we're doing,"
"WHAT?!"
"I'm just joking," laughed Tyrande at the Sentinel-trainee's outraged face, "We're heading to the river that flows from the mountains on the middle of the island. What did I teach you about animals Arko and their behavior? And can you tell me how to locate them?"
The younger elf merely sniffed, obviously still annoyed by the joke. "The plant eating ones gather at merely two places that profited them both. Where they can eat and where they can drink. But since most plant eating ones can eat almost anywhere, the best way to find them would be to go to a water source. The source after all doesn't move and whether they like it or not, they would need to drink and that is the best way to find them,"
"Good," nodded Tyrande quite pleased that her student retained her teachings. "And where can you find most predators Arko?"
"The place where there is an abundance of prey in them, not to mention also a water source for drinking,"
"So do you understand now why we are going to a river here?" asked Tyrande ghosting over the trunk of a tree like it is nothing as she jumped to the next tree.
"Yes,"
"Why?"
The younger elf's face morphed into a thoughtful one for a while as she contemplated her answer before speaking slowly. "In an island such as this, water sources can come only either by springs or a river. And since a spring is not big enough to feed the needs of a small group of even deer, the best option to find a herd of it is in the river. And where there are deer, there is also the presence of predators hunting them,"
"Very good," nodded Tyrande quite pleased at Arko' who beamed at the praise. "It's good that you remembered my lessons Arko'. Remember them well, they will help you later at life when you passed the Sentinel's test," the two continued jumping on the branches before Arko' finally broke it.
"My lady?
"Hmm,"
"How big is this island?" asked the younger Night Elf.
Tyrande's face morphed into a thoughtful one. "I am not really sure. All I know that it takes at least two days and a fortnight to reach the other side from where we came from,"
"That big?" gasped the younger elf.
Tyrande only laughed. "Yes, that big. Makes me wonder myself why the ruling conclave haven't colonized this place yet. Maybe it was because of the animals that dwell here,"
It didn't take long for the two Night Elves to reach the aforementioned river. Like Tyrande had said, the river was full of deer and even aurochs (cow like creatures that went extinct. Oh just use google to search it) drinking on the riverside.
"Well, what do you know," smiled Tyrande eyes gazing down from where they perch over a bush where a lone Furlbog foaming in the mouth and with obvious madness on its eyes, stalk a small group of deer a few yards of them.
"I believe that's your target," pointed Tyrande at the mad Furlbog who made an impromptu dash with its small legs making the deer bound away in small leaps making the Furlbog madder than ever as it roared its frustrations on the air. "Easy as pie,"
"But it's so large!" protested Arko', the young Night Elf's eyes filled with fear as the foaming Furlbog lumbered even more away that she had to climb down if she wanted to take a shot at it.
"Sentinels deal with bigger things all the time," shrugged Tyrande. "Now go! That's an order,"
It didn't please Tyrande to force her protege with such harsh words, but she knew she had to do it. The time would come when Arko' would leave her side and the young Night Elf must understand the harshness of this world if she plan to survive it.
Watching the young warrior slide down effortlessly on the tree they are perched in, Tyrande can't help but watch with pride as Arko' stalked the large Furlbog who settled on dipping its head on the river to catch some fish after its failed hunt. The girl barely made a sound as she pulled her bow aiming at the joint of the neck that connected to the head. Tyrande nodded at her protege's outstanding choice of target. One hit at that spot hard enough would take down even the biggest of beasts.
Still, even Tyrande can't help but hold her breath as Arko' released the arrow with only a small snap that can't be avoided when the string return to its tensing. She watched the violet shaft of the arrow flow on a slow motion and hit the Furlbog, right in its left eye.
Immediately it roared in agony at the pain on its head as it was blinded. Tyrande immediately found herself scrambling down the tree like a spider, knife drawn. She didn't expect the Furlbog to turn at the sound of the string's tensing. It must have been loud enough to attract its attention, or this Furlbog was old and experienced. Still, one thing she was sure of. If she didn't reach Arko's side before the mad animal. Her student would be ripped to pieces.
"Arko!" Tyrande yelled at her student many yards away who stood frozen in fear and dismayas the Furbolg leveled its gaze at her with its remaining eye wth such hatred before bounding towards her on great leaps.
"NO!" screamed Tyrande arms automatically twisting as she threw the long knife at the large animal. It stuck on its paws, buried to the hilt making the Furlbog, if even more maddened as it charged the young Night Elf out in the open with nowhere to run.
"NO!" cried the Priestess in horror, closing her eyes as the Furlbog slashed at her young charge with its heavy paws. She didn't want to see, she didn't want to acknowledge that her student that she loved as a little sister is dead. That attack was hard enough to cut her in half and Tyrande had no wish to see the guts of Arko'Narin spilled on the ground, eyes looking at her with blame for her decision to pit her against the anima.
However what she didn't expect was to hear a voice speaking in a language that she doesn't understand. Opening her silver blue eyes, she can't help but gasp seeing an armored figure with a helmet wearing a white cape with a red design on it between her student and the Furbolg who had its large paw stopped by a massive longsword between it and the unknown person.
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Hello readers. My name is Mia Sofia. Yes it's my real name and I wont tell my surname. I've taken over the account of Cassie, my best friend who went to the city to find work. I would be updating the details about me on the account soon. This is my first work on Warcraft and since I have no idea about the game other than the strategy ones which I played until Frozen Throne, my timeline would be on the Second Age if I'm right where Orgrimm Doomhammer is still alive and the Alliance haven't went to war on Draenor yet.
On this story you might have noticed that the pairing would be Tyrande and Harry. Maybe I would add one more later, which I don't plan yet, I hate harems. Still, there are a few changes about Tyrande here. For starters, her romance with Malfurion is not that strong and the Druid haven't fucked her yet. And second, in my story, Tyrande isn't the High Priestess. I changed it since that would affect the story line later.
Now about the faces of my characters, I envisioned Harrold here wearing the armor of Warden at the For Honor gameplay. I never liked the original armors of the Medieval Knights. As for Tyrande, I know many looked at her as plain, but if you search at the image where Tyrande X Illidan on images at Yahoo. There is a picture wallpaper there where Tyrande is at the water removing Illidan's bandage on the eyes. She looks beautiful and that is why I chose her for the pairing. There would be other pairings soon, but that will have to wait.
I promised Cassie that I would finish her work "Newcomers" I count on all your aid on helping me with the timelines and events, characters and such since I my idea is zero as an egg. I read the story and was impressed. I intend to finish it.
As for now. I would be pleased to see and hear your reviews. I dont mind negative ones. It helps as long as you dont dictate me what my story should be. I already planned it. That's all.