Chapter One

Northern Begnion, southernmost outskirt of the region of Telgam, north of the Miscale River and Grann Desert...

The flickering light of the blazing hearth lit the interior of the small inn dimly. Facing away from the fire, a traveler hunched over a bowl of stew at a table, listening to the innkeeper who had been complaining about the storm ever since he had arrived. The whole inn was currently vacant besides two travelers and the innkeeper's family who were sleeping in some of the back rooms. The inn would stay deserted as long as the howling blizzard outside impeded business.

"-wind's been shaking the roof the whole day. At this rate, I'm afraid it'll blow right off. And sure it's been chilly lately, but a blizzard in the middle of spring? Here I was thinking winter's cold was already long past!" The innkeeper sighed, stroking a short beard. His attention turned to the traveler's small companion seated behind him.

"What about your friend over there?" he asked curiously. "Been asleep ever since you arrived."

The traveler took a moment from his food to briefly look over his shoulder at his companion, and then resumed eating. Shaggy green hair fell back over his eyes as he ate another spoonful of stew. "He isn't the type to fall asleep in front of people. That blizzard took a toll on him," he said quietly, more to himself than the innkeeper.

The innkeeper had heard though. "Well, I'd imagine so. He's such a small boy. A heavy blizzard like that would be exhausting to travel through. Good thing you found our little inn before it got any worse, otherwise you might have ended up wandering blindly in the snow until daybreak. It doesn't look like it'll let up anytime soon."

The green-haired man laughed lightly and nodded. "You wouldn't mind preparing another bowl for my friend and a room for us? We'll be staying the night then."

"No problem." The innkeeper left.

Wiping his mouth on a trailing sleeve, the man got up from his seat to approach the chair in front of the fireplace behind him. He lowered himself to the sleeping boy's level, for a moment unsure of how to wake him.

"Soren," he said softly.

Asleep, the mage seemed to be a completely different person, the man mused, a bit loathe to wake him. When his sleep was untroubled, which was rare, his untroubled expression made it seem as if at last he had some peace.

"Soren," he called a little louder, knowing that his friend was a light sleeper even when he was tired. The mage's eyes slowly opened. Crimson eyes reflected the fire's light and appeared mildly unsettling when they seemed to glow. Slowly, they flicked to his as he fully gained consciousness.

"How are you feeling?"

Soren didn't seem to hear his question. He tried to stand but winced. His arm went to his abdomen and he settled back into the chair. "Are you... r-ready?" he asked. Noticing how hoarse he had sounded, he cleared his throat. "We've rested long enough, we need to leave."

The man chuckled. "You're hurt, Soren. We're not going anywhere." Swiftly and before Soren could object, he slipped his hands under the mage and hoisted him up effortlessly.

"Stefan, I'm fine," he protested meekly. The fact that Soren had no strength to resist told Stefan enough.

The innkeeper returned and Stefan made a motion with his head. He followed the other man to a back room where fresh sheets had been laid out on two beds. Stefan placed Soren on one and accepted the bowl of stew from the innkeeper's hands.

"Say, where are you two from?" asked the innkeeper. "We don't get much travelers from outside of Telgam."

Stefan was quiet for a moment before answering. "We're from Mugill, actually. We were going to visit my sister up in Telgam city."

"Must be nice to travel around Begnion. I'd do so myself but the Order doesn't give too many permits for idle wandering." The innkeeper looked thoughtful for a second as if he were deliberating something, but then he snapped out of it and clapped his hands softly. "Well, I'll leave you two to rest."

Stefan waved a thanks, closing the door to the room once the innkeeper was out.

"Stefan, what do you think you're doing?" Soren said brusquely, trying to sit up. Now that he was more awake, he was angry. "This place will be swarming with troops first thing tomorrow! We can't afford the luxury of a night's rest!"

Stefan held out a hand to stop the rest of the barrage of criticism he was about to receive. He shoved the bowl of stew into Soren's hands. "Relax, Soren. That blizzard you whipped up will buy us enough time. What's important now is that you recover your strength and properly take care of that wound. Now eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't care if you're hungry or not, you need to eat." Stefan sat on the opposite bed, his tone commanding. When Soren made no movement to grasp the spoon in the bowl, he added in a lighter tone, "If you must know, the food here is delicious. I praise the cook."

Soren's eyes narrowed, but he sighed and half-heartedly picked up the spoon. He had no energy to argue with the man and Stefan knew it.

"Tomorrow, we'll be long gone from this place," said Stefan reassuringly. "We have time after all. It'll be a while before they find their missing unit and continue the chase." He let out a chuckle. "Earlier, none escaped? You took them all out, right?"

"Every single one of them," Soren said darkly.

"Shame you didn't leave any for me." Stefan laid his sheathed blade next to him on the bed, easily accessible should he need it. "I'm gone for an hour or so and come back to find you've murdered a platoon of Order soldiers and didn't save me any. Typical of you."

Stefan waited for Soren to finish his food before taking the bowl from him. "Show me the wound."

Soren sighed. "Stefan-"

"Don't 'Stefan' me! Show me that wound, Soren!"

Reluctantly, Soren complied and allowed Stefan to help him shed a few layers of black robes, the fronts stained an almost unnoticeable darker color from the dried blood.

"You can't simply slap a vulnerary on it and expect it to heal properly without another glance. You know some of the Order uses poisoned weapons," Stefan said as he inspected. A long red gash ran horizontally on Soren's torso, and the skin was caked with dried blood. It was of a normal color though, not the violet disfigurement of poison.

"I would have felt it had it been poisoned, Stefan. Your concern is unnecessary."

Stefan, apparently satisfied that the wound wasn't life threatening and would heal on its own, cleaned the wound with water from his canteen. Then he produced a prepared paste for cuts from the folds of his robes and worked on applying it.

"More important than this, what news did you find?" Soren asked.

"Order troops are crawling all over Flaguerre," Stefan replied. "More than normally I mean. Apparently some adventurous Beorc child ventured out into old restricted Crimean territory and was caught. Beats me how he got through the strict guard, but if there's anything I've learned, is to not underestimate children." A ghost of a smile touched his face as he dimly remembered fighting alongside a few prodigious youngsters in the past.

Flaguerre was the last city to the northwest of Begnion, with the town of Mugill a ways south. It was isolated by mountains to both the southwest and north. A small city of few inhabitants that had nonetheless become a key place for the Order to keep close watch on as it was closest to the borders of western Gallia and the forgotten land of Crimea to the north.

"That's the reason there's been a huge increase of troops in this region," Stefan continued. "It seems that group of soldiers you fought earlier were headed there."

"This changes things," said Soren. "With so many Order troops about, we'll have to move farther south through Serenes and avoid being anywhere close to Mugill or Flaguerre before reaching the caves."

Stefan nodded and helped him with his robes once again. "That's why you need to rest now," he ordered, returning to his own bed. "You used up a lot of magic today and that wound isn't to be taken lightly." He yawned before saying cheerily, "I can't be looking after you all the time, you know." He blew out the lone candle on the floor beside his bed.

"No one asked you to," he heard Soren mutter murderously in the dark.

xxx

The next morning, Stefan was the first to wake. He gathered their things and was prepared to wake Soren, but again he hesitated. It was rare for the mage to get any untroubled sleep. He was tempted to let him sleep a bit more, but he knew they both couldn't afford that. The summoned blizzard was still alive and powerful outside, proof of the strength of Soren's power, but it would recede in a few hours. They had to be gone by then. Though it was a completely white storm out there, Stefan's senses told him it was only a little after dawn.

He woke Soren and after paying the innkeeper, they both headed south towards the Miscale River, leaving the region of Telgam behind.

The blizzard didn't affect them. In fact, it swirled around the duo like a protective sphere of wind and ice once they were away from the inn. It had been created to hide the remains of the soldiers from the other day whom Soren had left in bad shape, as well as impede the progress of any other groups of lagging Order troops that would inevitably discover the site and give chase.

The previous day, they had made a small camp north of Telgam. Stefan had left Soren to gather information in Telgam City about the increased movement of Order troops in the area, only to find out about the disturbance in Flaguerre. When he had returned, he'd found their camp strewn with the mutilated remains of what had once been a small Order unit. They'd chanced on Soren earlier, and after taking care of them, the irritated culprit had sat on a fallen log and waited patiently for Stefan's return while poking disinterestedly at his new wound. Soren would not tell Stefan its severity until they had put some distance between them and the area.

In four hundred years, both of their skills had improved even if their appearances hadn't changed much. Perhaps it was their difference in Laguz blood, but Soren had remained virtually ageless while Stefan aged perhaps a little less than a decade. Yet his prowess with the blade was unsurpassed, and Soren's skill with wind magic was almost unheard of.

This is why Stefan was concerned about Soren's wound. He knew that any enchanted weapon with a resistance strong enough to pierce his companion's windy defense and wound him had to have something more than met the eye. Over the years, using Begnion's old advanced magical technology, the Order had been designing augmented weapons with dangerous potential. In such a peaceful world though, Stefan could not see why they should be of any use.

They headed to the Kauku caves now, a secret volcanic labyrinth hidden at the edge of Serenes Forest with passes to Goldoa and Gallia. They had used those caves any time they needed to reach the other Laguz countries...there were still some friends on those sides. Soren had had many chances to map the labyrinth and commit its routes to memory.

However, with so many Order troops about Mugill and Flaguerre in the north, the duo had to travel further south into Serenes to avoid any stray troops inside the forest before heading northwest towards the Kauku Caves. In the deep of the unchanging forest that had somehow avoided abuse from the Order, they would be able to hide easier.

The blizzard dissipated as they reached the Miscale River. As they were crossing to the opposite shore, a hint of dark green in the golden white of the sandy bank caught Stefan's eye.

"Soren," he held out a hand to draw his companion's attention. "Look over there."

The sight was a figure sprawled on the sandy bank. She was covered with shimmering frost that had yet to melt.

As if some compelling force were driving him, Stefan rushed to the unconscious girl's side. "Soren, this child...?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," Soren agreed. "It's her."

"Looks like she got lost in your blizzard. I didn't know she was still hanging around these parts."

Stefan checked that she was alive before taking her up in his arms to provide warmth. "Amy," he shook her gently in an attempt to stir her consciousness.

"...Leave her. She left the desert out of her own free will, she's no longer any of our concern."

Stefan had long since gotten used to Soren's uncaring attitude, but even this cold remark surprised him. He shifted to look the boy hard in the eyes. "I'm not leaving one of our own like this, Soren."

The girl, with reddish magenta hair tied into two messy pigtails, wore a shawl over green clothes. She was short, and like most Branded, seemed fresh and young despite her real age. She began to stir in Stefan's arms just as he was bringing out a conoction.

"Auhhhh...?"

"Amy! Are you alright?"

Slowly, she opened her eyes and met Stefan's own. A few moments passed before realization dawned. She stayed staring a while before she finally found a voice to speak with. "S-stefan?" She sat up in his lap, confusion evident in her face. She reached to his face tentatively.

"Oh!" Convinced he was real, she wrapped her arms tightly around him in a warm hug. "I've missed you!"

"Mmm. It's been a while," he responded, removing his cloak to place it around her shoulders. "What are you doing around these parts?"

Amy pulled the warm cloth against her gratefully, beginning to shiver. "I ... I found work at a nearby inn," she began. "I-I've been there. I left last night when I heard about the Order troops that were going to pass through Telgam. There's been so many of them lately, I was scared!"

Soren nudged her with the small bag he had found lying next to her. It was filled with her things. "Your timing for departure was terrible, reckless girl. Did you not sense the blizzard approaching? It was foolhardy to travel in such conditions."

Amy swiveled her head sharply to this new voice. She hadn't noticed him. "Soren! You're here too!?" Forgetting the cold and her stiff joints, she sprang up from the ground. With childish enthusiasm, the girl tackled the taciturn mage to the floor, ignoring his muffled grunt of pain.

She dug her face into his shoulder and Soren made no effort to hug her back...or pry her off. He stayed impassive even when he felt her form shake and he realized she was crying.

"I-I'm so glad..." she said finally, her voice muffled.

After a moment, Soren sighed. "It was that bad?"

She didn't answer, choosing to hug him tighter instead. Soren shook his head. "I told you what you would find if you left. If you're going to insist on crying, please do so on Stefan. You will not get any sympathy from me."

"Soren," Stefan warned.

Amy emitted a little gasp of surprise. She pulled away, trying to control her sniffs. "I can't believe I missed you! I totally forgot how much of a jerk you are!" She then proceeded to take his advice and wrapped her arms around Stefan instead.

"Soren!" Stefan tried to scold as he comforted Amy, but it was no use. The mage had picked himself up and looked away to the south with crossed arms. "We should go," he said. "We've already wasted enough time. The Order can't be too far behind."

At this Amy stopped crying. "They've gotten so close already?" she whispered.

"Surely you've satisfied your lust for adventure by now? And you've finally learnt that your dream is hopeless as well? So then, would you like to take your chances with them again and return to the inn, or come with us?" Soren asked. Then without waiting for a response, he began walking again, leaving them behind.

"Isn't that obvious?" she asked, detaching herself from Stefan and standing on semi-wobbly legs. "I was running away in the first place!" Stefan took her hand and they both ran to catch up with Soren.

"You say you worked at that inn behind?" Stefan said as the trio increased their pace to a light jog.

Amy nodded, drying her eyes on a green sleeve. "I found work as a cook for a while."

"Ah, yes I knew it! We stayed the night there actually," Stefan exclaimed cheerily. "Your cooking is as great as ever!"

xxx

"Can I ask-"

"No, you may not," came Soren's curt reply from across the clearing.

"-where we're going?" Amy finished her inquiry, ignoring Soren. They had been successful in avoiding the Order troops in the area and sneaked into the Serenes Forest. They were now taking a brief rest at midday at Stefan's urging. He wanted to make sure Soren's wound healed properly.

"To the Kauku Caves," Stefan replied.

Amy gasped quietly, a little noise that Soren was beginning to find irksome. "The Kauku Caves?" she asked, her eyes growing in shock. "But that's dangerous! Why those caves?"

"It can't be any more dangerous than you running off to try coexisting with Beorc in the belief that you could make some sort of minuscule difference in the world," said Soren. "In fact, I'm genuinely surprised you survived at all."

Amy turned red, seeming to blend with the color of her hair. "Stefan, Soren's being mean to me again!" she wailed.

Stefan couldn't resist laughing. Soren never let grudges go. Though Amy had grown both in mind and body, she seemed to retain the same childlike innocence Stefan remembered since he'd met her. In truth, he was sure Soren was more than relieved she was alright. Many back in the desert had given her up for dead when she had left after announcing her wish to return to the outside world. He could remember Amy as a small girl in the time of the last war, how she had lost her Beorc foster parents and could not accept the drastic change the world went through in the years that followed.

"The knowledge of the Kauku Caves in Begnion is lost, making it the only pass to the Laguz the Order doesn't know of," Stefan continued explaining. "Micaiah's got something she wants us to retrieve from our friends in Gallia."

At this Amy seemed to brighten with excitement. "Gallia? Gallia! It's been so long... Is it possible that we will... we will..." she began stuttering as a blush appeared on her cheeks. Stefan gave her a puzzled look and she paused. It was as if she knew she was going to say something silly and was trying to keep herself from saying it.

"Spit it out already," Soren interrupted.

"Will we see Kitty Cat Man!?"

Stefan was genuinely confused. "Who?"

A fierce blush broke out on Amy's features. She clutched her bag and looked down to her lap. "Kitty Cat Man! It...it's been so long!"

She received no answer from Stefan who had no idea what she was talking about, but Soren understood. Amy had grown fond of a particular Laguz in the time of the last war.

"Ranulf. She means Ranulf."

"Ranulf," Stefan repeated. The image of a familiar blue feline appeared in his mind's eye. "Ah, Skrimir's man!"

"Yes!" said Amy, now hopping on her feet lightly. "Will we see him!?"

"Perhaps," said Stefan after a long pause. He exchanged a sad glance with Soren.

"The break is over," Soren announced suddenly, interrupting Amy's imminent questions. "Gather your things."

The trio traveled through Serenes the rest of the day, reaching the mountains well after sundown. With Soren as their guide, they reached the hidden pass much faster than Stefan anticipated. Often, Stefan felt disoriented, as if there was some sort of skip in his memory. He put it off as an effect from the forest. Serenes had been the former home of the ancient Heron Laguz and undoubtedly contained remains of old magic. Soren didn't seem to be affected though.

The pass was a small entrance that had become smaller over the years as it was obscured by the boulders and debris that fell from the mountainside. The shaking of the underground volcanoes was most likely the cause. Stefan's keen nose could smell the acrimonious smell of sulfur and smoke emanating from inside the pass.

"I heard the Kauku Caves were a labyrinth," Amy said as Stefan moved rocks away from the small underground opening. "We won't get lost...right?"

"Soren's been here dozens of times, no worries!" Stefan said cheerily. "We can rely on that brain of his! Right Soren?"

The mage didn't answer. He was staring up at the mountain pensively. Now that they were out of the darkness of the trees, soft moonlight touched his unreadable features.

"I remember when the entrance was much bigger," he said softly. "Large enough to fit a whole army through. In a few years, there won't be a pass at all."

"Soren," Stefan called gently.

Soren looked to him, then back to the entrance quickly. "If you two are ready, we'll start." He was the first to enter. Amy and Stefan followed.

xxx

They went down a narrow cracking pass. The only light that illuminated their path came from the tiny orb of fire suspended on top of Soren's palm. After some minutes of walking, the walls around them expanded and then disappeared altogether, leaving them walking in a seemingly open space.

"Eep!" Amy squeaked suddenly. She grabbed onto Soren's arm, forcing him to stop.

"What?"

"The ceiling is pointy!" She pointed upwards and all three of them craned their heads to look up. Thin ash white shapes resembling drops of liquid seemed to be frozen in movement over their heads. Some were blunt, squat and shaped irregularly, others were long and pointy.

"So it seems," Soren responded apathetically, shaking her off and continuing.

Amy's legs refused to move. "Don't take the light!

"I didn't teach you magic so you wouldn't use it."

Amy shook her head. "I don't have a tome!" she responded quickly. "I can't generate simple spells without one like you!"

Soren turned and gave her a look. "Amy, I sense a fire tome in your bag. Use it." He kept walking.

Stefan gave a reassuring pat on Amy's shoulder. "It's alright, Amy. Those things have been petrified for a few centuries. We haven't gotten to the real lava yet." He managed to get her to move.

Hot air hit them stronger as they began to see an orange glow up ahead. The glow increased as they neared until there was no need for Soren's light.

In front of them were various pools of bubbling hot orange goo and rising steam. The sudden heat and smell had become almost unbearable.

"Watch your step," Soren said nonchalantly as he lead the way. Amy stayed close to Stefan. They both came close to being burned often as the ground would suddenly erupt outwards in some places and scalding steam would blast out.

Amy yelped as the ground she had stepped on began to crack. Stefan grabbed her and pulled her away, only to have the crack follow them. Relief overcame them both as a very thin layer of frost seem to slow the crack the slightest bit, allowing them both to find safer ground. A few seconds later the frost cracked and dissipated, it's existence as if it had never been there.

"That's amazing, Soren!" Amy said as Stefan put her down. "You can still generate ice even here?"

"Unfortunately, these conditions don't allow it for long. Needless to say, fire magic would be very potent here." He ushered them into the safety of a less turbulent, narrower cave. "I would appreciate if you kept out of the fire." He ducked under a low rock arch and took a left turn.

"There are two exits," Soren informed Amy as she came to his side. "One to Goldoa and one to Gallia." He sidestepped a bubbling pool of questionable substance. "This way leads to Gallia. I hope you are memorizing the way."

"Ahhh, was I supposed to?" Amy said sheepishly.

Soren sighed before moving on to another topic. "The first time I came through here was in the last war. Begnion had forced us to retreat. We had aimed for Gallia but came out on Goldoa's side instead."

Stefan chuckled. "You said King Dheginsea was not pleased."

Soren nodded but didn't say much after.

Amy waited for him to elaborate but he didn't. Back in the Grann Desert, she had learned a little of Soren's old adventures from the rare times he had ventured to share with her. He always tended to clam up at an interesting part though. He was close lipped about his past and there wasn't anything that could ever be done to loosen his tongue about it.

She remembered what Stefan had told her a long time ago. "Memories of the past bring pain to many of us, but the pain is buried most deeply with him. Don't ask him about it." He had said so in a stiff voice, one that reminded her that no matter how cheerful Stefan acted, he too had been through a lot. The fact that unlike Soren, he chose to tell stories and make light of them was something else entirely.

Soren interrupted her thoughts. "It would be wise if you knew how to navigate this labyrinth in the future," he insisted.

"Hmm," Amy replied indifferently.

He lead them around turns and various rooms of overflowing lava. Once they came through a waterfall of magma. Despite not wanting to give into Soren's patronizing suggestions, Amy had tried to form a map in her mind. She gave up trying to memorize after so many twists and turns however.

After what seemed an eternity of walking, a deep exhaustion was beginning to take hold of her. Fear of getting burned kept her on her feet though. Finally, up ahead came a familiar light.

Energy temporarily renewed, Amy ran forward past Soren. She emerged to a lightening night sky outside and breathed in fresh air.

xxx

To the east, the sun was poking out from the horizon and illuminating the Gallian sky.

Lethe watched as the sky became lighter by the minute. Her expression showed the apprehension she was feeling. She rose from the soft grass and stretched. "Aghhhh, they are taking so long!" she complained to her companion who rested cross legged against a rock a few meters away. She began pacing.

"We must be back soon or we will be caught," she hissed in annoyance.

"Lethe, calm yourself. It is long way from Begnion and Order is more heavy on other side," said Mordecai. "Patient we must be and trust."

He gingerly reached for an object on the grass in front of him that was wrapped in a thick cloth. "Are they yet here?" the gentle tiger asked it.

After a moment, a hushed but cheerful voice that did not belong to neither Lethe nor Mordecai responded. "Look over the cliff!"

Lethe stopped her restive pacing and obeyed. They were situated on a mountain ledge overlooking the pass. She broke out into a nervous smile and waved at the weary trio emerging from the dark caves.

A small girl and a familiar swordsman immediately waved back. The third person of their group did not wave, yet he gave a nod of the head in a way of greeting and flashed a rare smile ... and then it was gone.

But Lethe had seen.

~xxx~

Agh, it's been a long time hasn't it? I cannot apologize enough! As for my excuse, I have absolutely none. Life is busy as it is without me forgetting, procrastinating and getting distracted by the new Fire Emblem game. D; I am so sorry! I make no promises but I will always try to keep the wait to a minimum. It's summer now, so I can pick myself up and catch up on the rest of my stories.

Thank you so much for everyone who favorited, followed and reviewed. It makes me happy that the prologue got such good reception! Now I'm scared because I hope I don't disappoint/haven't already disappointed all of you. I feel as though I've taken a bigger bite than I can swallow with this AU subject, but don't worry! I've got big plans for it. :D Because of that, I feel as though I should warn you to even bigger potential character spoilers in the future. Also, sorry if you don't recognize locations said in this fic. I used the game's world map to examine Begnion. The beginning of this fic will be centered there for the first bunch of chapters. I'll try my best to describe where these places are so you don't have to pull up a map yourself. We are going to be all over the place though!

Everyone knows who Amy and Stefan is, right? The little girl in green with the red hair from Radiant Dawn with Calill and Largo acting as her foster parents? She also appears later in Part 4 with Geoffrey and Bastian who found her unaffected by Ashera's judgement. If you don't have Calill in that group, Ranulf comforts her. x3 Stefan's kinda of a super secret, hidden character. You have to step on a certain spot of sand in a desert map in both Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn with laguz characters to get him. In Path of Radiance, he immediately takes an interest in Soren and tries to convince him to return with him to the desert in Grann (he's Soren's only other character support besides Ike!). Actually my first PoR playthrough, I didn't know he even existed. When Ena came in, I thought she would be Soren's last character support, since they were both tacticians. But when I finished the game without finding the mystery support, I was like ?. It wasn't until I happened to step on him with a treasure-seeking Lethe the next playthrough. Lethe was also very confused. I mean, in her own words, look at the lunatic she found. XD

Ena would have been an interesting support though, since it's kinda of Soren's indirect fault she's in Daein searching for her fiancé at all, but shh spoilers. I do hope everyone knows about Radiant Dawn's secret character endings! Especially Soren's super secret, do-an-insane-number-of-things-with-linked-RD-PoR-data-to-get-it ending! This story will contain lots of spoilers if you haven't played the Tellius games.

I hope that I'm keeping all of them in character. Do keep in mind that four hundred years have passed and they are all slightly changed for both better and worse. Soren's improving character development took a big blow in this alternate RD endgame AU after Ike died. Amy's a bit of an open book, so I just took some of her basic character qualities and saw what I could come up with them. She's become like that obligatory slightly annoying little sister. XD

Well that's it! Excuse the long author's note and thanks so much for reading! Please leave a review if you can. They give me motivation to write!