A chill wind blew lazily through the treetops in the forest thicket, eliciting creaks and shuffles like the overwrought bones of the elderly. The stars in the heavens could have simply ceased to exist for the their presence in the sky. In this preternatural and eerie darkness, the forest itself was quite. Its inhabitants were silent and watchful.
In this black and silent forest, a single form moved.
A young dragon furtively wandered a narrow pathway framed by towering, skeletal trees who's branches almost seemed to reach out for him. His yellow eyes, so like a feline in function if not form, pierced the near-total darkness, giving him at least some vision to work with. He dared to draw only shallow breath, and every time a twig snapped or a dry leaf crunched underfoot, he flinched, peering around as if afraid the forest would take notice.
Two teal horns grew from the back corner of his head, bent backwards at a downward angle. Four smaller horns grew outwards from just behind his jaw. A ragged mane of crimson hair fell down between his ear frills. The youngling didn't know how he had gotten into this forest, but he didn't care to find out. Instead, he focused his eyes towards the clearest thing he could see: Fire.
Far to the north, part of the forest was engulfed in flames that emerged from nowhere. The fire spread across the patchy forest horizon, devouring everything in its path. Cries of horror filled the distant sky as dragons rushed to escape the inferno.
What's happening...? The youngling wondered.
The youngling heard the sound of sobbing coming from somewhere between himself and the flames. A shiver ran along his spine as the sorrow grew louder. Overcome with sickening curiosity, he crept forwards towards the source of the flames.
The young dragon continued on his way through the trees, pushing back the sounds of screaming. The closer he got to the fire, the clearer the sobbing was. He was filled with complete dread when he came upon the source of the crying. Sprawled on the forest floor was an adult dragoness. She covered her face with a wing, which was scratched and torn allover. Her tail was curled up around herself as her body trembled.
The young dragon felt a pit in his stomach as he approached. He held a paw out to get the dragoness's attention. "H... Hello?"
The dragoness stopped crying and moved her wing away. But as she turned her head towards the youngling, the flames suddenly roared to life. The fires rushed forwards towards the dragons. The youngling screamed as the flames overwhelmed him. He had only a split second to see the dark visage of the dragoness's face, before he screamed in agony...
~~...~~
Nellie started awake, awoken by the screams and sobs coming from the next room. She rubbed the slumber form her eyes and looked off towards the wall before the adjacent rom.
"Rune?" She wondered, concerned. She got onto her feet, wiping a strands of ocean-blue hair out of her face, and walked towards Rune's room.
Nellie was a water dragoness. She was thirteen years old with a frail, sky-blue frame. Her scales were neatly kept so that they shimmered even in the smallest gleam. Two pink horns grew just behind her eyes, pointed directly down her neck. A small, dark blue birthmark in the shame of a tear was just underneath her left horn, though partially hidden by her mane.
Nellie walked a few yards down the hallway and stopped before Rune's door. After pushing it open, she saw Rune lying on his straw mattress on the far side of the room.
"No..." He mumbled. Tears poured from his closed lids as he twitched about.
Nellie sighed in pity. She walked up to Rune and shook him by the shoulder. "Rune, wake up."
"It's so hot... It burns..."
Nellie groaned and started shaking him even harder. "Rune, WAKE UP!"
Still no luck. Frustrated, Nellie inhaled deeply. She held a forepaw before her mouth and quickly exhaled. Instead of a regular puff of air, a small cloud of ice-cold mist left Nellie's muzzle. The mist surrounded her forepaw, which she then quickly slapped down on Rune's shoulder. The boy immediately leapt off his bed, yelping in alarm from the freezing sting. He stumbled around in confused surprise.
"What?! How did I...?! Where is...?" After a moment, Rune realized he was in his bedroom, and he exhaled calmly. "It was only a dream..." Rune spotted Nellie standing off to the side, her face filled with concern. He turned to face her, nervously scratching his mane. He frowned. "What are you doing here, Nellie?"
"Rune, you were shouting in your sleep again." She said. "You sounded like you were in pain this time."
"I did?" Rune asked, unnerved.
"Rune, this is the third night in a row that this has happened."
Rune tilted his head low. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Nellie grimaced. "Rune, it hurts to hear you crying out so much. We should tell Mom and Dad about this. They might know what to do about your nightmares."
"Um..." Rune looked back up. "Do you really think they can help me?"
Nellie stepped closer and gave a reassuring smile. "Of course they can. Why wouldn't they?"
"Alright, if you say so..."
Nellie draped a wing over Rune's back and gave him a hug. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight." Rune said halfheartedly. After that, Nellie shut the door behind herself. Rune was left alone with his thoughts. He frowned again. He sat down on his mattress, his eyes casually glancing around his room.
The floor and walls were made of blue-tinted marble, which produced a small clinking noise from dragons' talons. The two side walls had torch-stands attached to them, their flames currently extinguished. A wooden dresser sat upon the left wall, which had a few portraits and a small mirror placed atop it. Most of Rune's belongings sat inside the drawers of the dresser, except for a brown satchel that sat at the dresser's foot. Off to the left of his mattress was a large, glass window.
Rune was able to make his way about the dark room as though it were bright as day. He stopped before the window and observed the surrounding city beyond. Far off in the distance, illuminated by the fires of over a thousand torches, was a massive palace: The Grand Palace of Glenhaven. It towered over everything else from the center of the city, atop a mighty rock formation.
Rune turned his head up to the night sky. Two massive heavenly bodies, the Twin Moons, glowed vibrant with light. The larger moon, Artemis, was off on the eastern edge of the horizon, while her sister, Diana, was off to the west.
"Another dream about her..." Rune said quietly. "Why is it always the same?"
He looked across the room at his mirror. Rune approached it, taking in every inch of himself. Rune was a little over thirteen years old, his hatchday being in the middle of winter. His scrawny figure was a bright red hue. His mane was as ragged as its ever been. The golden, forlorn eyes of his reflection looked back at him. Every few moments, a small, white light would glint in the center of each eye.
"Six years." He said to himself. "It's been six years, and only NOW am I having nightmares. I don't remember ever being in a forest, and I don't remember who that dragoness is. But that face. I know that face. And those flames..." Rune shivered as he remembered in the spreading inferno. "It all seemed so real. But why? Why can't I remember?"
Rune walked back to his mattress, subconsciously flapping his wings.
"I should talk to somebody. Maybe Hontus, or Seraph. Or maybe someone else entirely." A yawn escaped his mouth, making him realize just how tired he was. "I'll deal with this in the morning. I need some sleep."
Rune climbed back onto his mattress and positioned himself so he could get comfortable. He shut his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the straw as he drifted off to sleep...
~~...~~
Rune found himself being shaken from slumber. The first thing his waking eyes saw were the maroon eyes of his adoptive mother, Seraph.
"Time to get up, sweetie." She said warmly.
Seraph was a water dragoness, roughly in her mid thirties. Fittingly enough, her scales were a bright, azure hue. Her two silver horns were similar in shape to her daughter's, but thicker. Small onyx bands adorned her braided, dark blue mane. She wore a silver medallion emblazoned with a sea serpent.
Rune shut his eyes with a grumble. He turned to the side and curled up. "Ten more minutes..."
"Come on, Rune." Seraph scolded lightly. "You have to get up." The youngling slowly rose to his paws, a low yawn escaping his maw.
"Good morning, Seraph." He greeted, rubbing the last bit of slumber from his eyes. "Are Nellie and Blank awake?"
"Blankridge has already left for the day, but Nellie's eating breakfast. She's been waiting for you to wake up." Seraph said. "She's in the living room right now."
"Thanks."
Seraph left the room and closed the door. Rune let out another yawn, stretching his wings and tail out. He walked over to his dresser to prepare for the day's events. He brushed his mane, polished his scales, and draped his satchel over his neck. Once Rune was ready to go, he walked out of his room. Seraph was waiting in the hallway, a concerned expression upon her muzzle. She noticed that the youngling was moving more lethargically than usual.
"Rune, did you sleep okay last night?" Seraph asked. "Nellie told me you were crying."
Rune felt his stomach sink. "I... I had a nightmare."
"What about?" Seraph frowned.
"Uh... It's a little hard to say."
Seraph lowered her head to Rune's eye level. "Rune, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"Yes." He answered.
"So, what did you dream about?"
"It was..." Rune stammered a little. "I think it had something to do with... From back then."
"Back then?"
"Back when I was a little cub. I can't remember everything; It's all fuzzy."
"I see..." Seraph looked to the side, feeling ashamed. "I... I don't know a lot about back then either, Rune. I'm sorry..."
Rune bent his head down. "It's okay, Seraph."
Seraph's eyes flashed; She got an idea. "Hold on, let's talk to your father." The dragoness turned and dashed towards the back of the family dwelling. "Hontus?!"
At the back of the family home was the master bedchamber. Upon opening the door, she saw her husband Hontus standing before a dresser. He was affixing a gauntlet to his right foreleg.
Hontus was a fire dragon, just a year older than Seraph. Three thick horns grew upon his head; two grew just above his eyes and a third on the back of his head. A suit of thick, red armor covered most of his muscular frame. A silver visor sat upon his head, around a mane of yellow hair.
Hontus was one of the Guardians of Glenhaven. His visor and chest-plate were inscribed with the official seal of his order; a large, purple dragon's head surrounded by a golden sphere. The Guardians were the Elders' highest-ranking officers. Their main duty was to defend the city and its people from invasion.
"Hontus?" Seraph asked to get his attention.
He turned his gaze towards her and smiled. "Hey, love."
"Good morning, Hontus." Rune nodded.
"Morning, kiddo."
"Hontus, we need to take Rune to see Elder Telus." Seraph said.
Hontus was concerned. He looked down at Rune. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I've... I've been having nightmares about when I was little."
"What?" Hontus's eyes went wide. "Are you remembering anything?"
"Maybe? I'm not sure." Rune frowned.
Hontus stepped forwards and lowered down to Rune. "Well, if there's anyone who might know what to do about your nightmares, it's the Elders. Come on; we'll all go to see them together."
Rune smiled. "Okay."
"Not before you eat something for breakfast, sweetie." Seraph said. "It wouldn't do if you're sluggish all morning."
"Yes, ma'am." Rune turned to head for the kitchen. As he left, Hontus and Seraph exchanged glances.
"Do you really think the Elders can help him, Hontus?" Seraph asked. "They didn't know much about him when they found him."
"Elder Telus may have some answers." Hontus nodded. "He's always had a keen interest in Rune' development."
"If he remembers anything, that's good. Right? That way we can finally figure out where he came from."
"Of course, Love." Hontus nuzzled Seraph's forehead. "And even if he doesn't, we can still help Rune through his nightmares. I won't let any of my kids suffer from anything if I can prevent it."
Seraph sighed. "By the Ancestors, I hope you're right."
~~...~~
The grasslands of Glenhaven took up a significant portion of the eastern side of the city. The lush green landscape of the area, along with its various hills and trees, served as a great contrast to the harsh climate of the desert that sat just outside the city walls. Various breeds of sheep, goats, cows and similar farm animals wandered across the grassy plain, and a few streams and rivers ran through the northern and southern ends of the area.
In the middle of the grasslands, three young dragons were chasing a group of sheep. At the head of the trio was the oldest, Blankridge.
Blankridge, or Blank as his friends called him, was an orange-scaled fire dragon. He was a toughly-built boy for his age. He had his mother's maroon eyes and blue mane, though his was short and unkempt. Most of his scales were stained with dirt and grass, and his talons tore at the ground as he ran.
The two younglings following after Blankridge were two of his friends: A lightning dragon named Keith and a fire dragoness named Mary. The trio were quickly gaining on the sheep.
"Come back here!" Blankridge exclaimed.
The livestock ignored him and kept running, bleating the whole way. Keith and Mary ran just behind Blankridge laughing all the way. Blankridge pulled back for a jump. He launched himself forwards towards the sheep, wings spread wide and limbs outreached. Just as he was about to tackle one of the sheep, it quickly ran to the left, leaving him on a collision course for the dirt. He landed face-first in a pile of leaves and grass, grunting as he made impact.
Keith and Mary helped Blankridge up from the grass.
"Still think this was a good idea?" Mary chuckled.
"Classic Blank." Keith chided.
"Ha ha ha..." He said sarcastically. He spat out a wad of leaves.
"Look what you did, Blank." Mary said. "Your scales are a mess."
"Like I care." Blankridge rolled his eyes. "Besides, I have combat training today. I'll get all messed up anyhow."
After the encounter with the sheep, the trio walked off to an open pavilion. It was crowded with dragons, both young and old, as they went about their business. Just before the pavilion was a large dragon-shaped statue.. It was carved from a combination of amethyst and gold. The statue dwarfed even the largest of dragons in the pavilion even as it sat on its "haunches". Blankridge ran ahead of his friends and onto the statue's tail.
"Blank, what are you doing?" Keith asked.
"Check this out!" Blankridge clambered along the tail and leaped up onto the back. He grabbed onto the statue's various back-spikes to hoist himself upwards. Once he stood on the left shoulder, he jumped up and clung to one of the golden horns upon the head. From there, it was a simple glide to land between the two horns. Keith and Mary dashed to the front of the statue and watched as Blankridge repeatedly patted the statue's head.
"Blank, get down from there!" Mary exclaimed.
"Relax, guys!" Blankridge smirked. "I'm just having some fun up here."
"Hey, get down from there!" A nearby cheetah shouted. The cheetah was dressed in guard's armor. "Don't you know not to play around on a holy relic?!"
"I'm not doing anything wrong!" Blankridge protested.
"I said GET DOWN!"
"Alright, alright..." Blankridge groaned. He spread his wings and glided down to the ground. Once his feet landed, he immediately took off into a run towards a nearby table, nearly shoving the same cheetah over
"Hey, watch where you're going!" He hissed.
"Sorry!" Blankridge shouted as he kept running.
Dragon weren't the only creatures that inhabited the city of Glenhaven. Felines, canines, avians, moles, and my more made the city their home, and all did their part to make Glenhaven a great place to live.
Blankridge could feel the cheetah glaring at him as he sat down at the table. He lifted his satchel up from the chair just as Keith and Mary joined him.
"When is Emmy going to get here?" Keith asked.
"She'll be here soon." Blankridge answered. "You know how she is about schedules."
Just as he said that, he spotted a carriage approaching from town. Two brown stallions neighed loudly as they pulled to a stop before the pavilion. The carriage itself was made form the finest wood and metal. The coachman was mole dressed in a fine suit. The mole hopped down from the carriage and went to open the side door. A pair of cheetah guards stepped out of the carriage and took formation on either side of the door. The mole then placed a footstool before the door as a young dragoness stepped out. Her name was the same as her scale color: Emerald.
Emerald was of short stature. She had a short, sea-green mane which was neatly groomed. Two horns bent upwards from the back of her head and gleamed like gemstones. A pair of silver spectacles sat upon her short snout. She wore a lime green necklace, alongside various silver rings on her talons. A satchel of the finest leathers hung around her.
"Thank you, Remis." Emerald said to the mole.
"You're welcome, milady." The coachman bowed his head, nearly losing his hat. Emerald turned to walk towards the pavilion, her guards following beside her. Blankridge happily waved her over from the table. She walked up and sat beside Mary.
"Morning, Emmy!" Keith smiled.
"Hello." Emerald said, not looking at him.
"Sleep well?" Blankridge asked.
"Of course I did." Emerald snorted. "I always-" She stopped when se saw the dirt allover Blankridge's scales. "Ugh! Why are you so filthy?"
"He tried to catch one of the sheep again." Mary smirked. "He failed."
"You're not actually going to class like that, are you?" Emerald demanded.
"Relax, Emmy. I'll end up looking the same way after training."
"Be that as it may, it's unbecoming of you to walk around so... ghastly."
"Are you going to make me wash up, MOM?" Blankridge chuckled.
Emerald only growled in irritation as Keith and Mary laughed. Before long, Emerald sighed. "Are you done dilly-dallying here, Blank? We have to get going."
"I've got plenty of time, still." Blankridge replied.
"Oh, is that right?" Emerald raised an eye ridge. "Where are Nellie and Rune?"
"They're probably at the palace right now." Blankridge shrugged.
"They went without you?" Emerald asked.
"Nah, I just left early. I wanted to get some exercise in the grasslands before school."
Emerald got up from the table, shaking her head. "Well, we might as well get going ourselves."
"Why?" Blankridge demanded. Emerald just gave Blankridge an irritated glance.
"Because we're supposed to, that's why!"
Blankridge shook his head, sighing. "Oh, man. I hate school."
"Come on, Blank." Emerald said, tapping her paw.
"Alright, alright." Blankridge grumbled. He stood up and sulked. "See ya, guys."
"Later!" Keith and Mary called after them.
Blankridge and Emerald walked to the carriage and got onboard. Remis closed the door behind them, putting the foot stool away. He returned to the driver's seat and took the reins.
"Why do you always have to be so bossy?" Blankridge grumbled as he sat down across from Emerald.
"Somebody has to keep you in line when Nellie's not around." She looked down her muzzle at him.
"I'm not a hatchling; I can take care of myself." Blankridge snorted. "Besides, I'm the oldest kid in our family!"
"You certainly don't act like it." Emerald scolded.
"You can be a real jerk sometimes."
"I'll have you know I'm not a jerk!" Emerald glared. "I'm a lady."
"Yeah, sure..." Blankridge turned to look out the window as the carriage left the pavilion. His eyes were focused on the amethyst statue. "He must have been a really cool dragon to get a statue THAT BIG."
Emerald raised an eye ridge. "I don't really think 'cool' is the proper word to describe Lord Spyro."
"He's cool to me." Blankridge said. "Some day, I'm going to be a great hero, just like him."
"Yeah, that'll be the day." Emerald rolled her eyes.
"You'll see; Someday, I'm going to leave Glenhaven and do great things."
"You're not going anywhere if you can't stay focused in school long enough to spell his name." Emerald smirked.
Blankridge pouted and looked away. "It was just that one time..."
The two younglings rode in silence for the rest of the ride to the palace.
~~...~~
The morning sun crept over the sky above the Arcus Desert. A horse-drawn carriage was quickly travelling towards the city of Glenhaven from the west. The carriage was almost completely black, with the windows closed shut. The wolf coachman held tightly to the reins of the two white horses the pulled the carriage along. A red dragon sat beside the canine. He wore a set of dark grey robes, and his facial features were concealed by a hood.
The black carriage was followed by a string of other carriages. They slowed down as the first carriage came to a stop before the western gate of the city walls. An earth dragon and a lightning dragoness, both dressed in leather armor, stood before the gate. Both guards stood at the ready as the red drake stepped down from the carriage.
"Greetings." He said in a calm, almost uninterested manner.
"What business brings you to Glenhaven?" The lightning dragoness asked.
"We are a group of travelling nomads. We've come to rest in Glenhaven for a few days before moving on to the east. And if it's at all acceptable, I'd like to have an audience with the Elders of Glenhaven."
"And why do you wish to speak to the Elders?" The other guard asked.
"I seek their guidance on the whereabouts of someone important to me." He continued. "Please don't delay us; we have much to do." The two guards exchanged glances before looking back at him.
"Very well." the earth dragon said. He turned to face the stone wall and lit a nearby lantern. He then lifted it into the air, shaking it for a moment. A short while later, another guard atop the wall lit a similar lantern, shaking his in the same pattern. The iron gate rumbled as it slowly rose up, granting passage to the city.
"Enjoy your stay in Glenhaven." The lightning dragoness remarked as she and her partner resumed their post. "And stay out of trouble."
"I'll be sure of that." The red dragon replied in the same indifferent tone. He returned to the carriage as the coachman urged the horses onwards. The carriage passed through and onto one of the many dirt roads of Glenhaven. After a few minutes, the coachman brought the carriage to a stop at a wide town square. The other carriages circled around the square before their riders stepped down.
The dragon of the head carriage reached into his satchel and produced a cluster of Spirit Gems. "Take these and exchange them for someone to refurbish our carriage."
"Yes, sir." The wolf saluted. "I'll bring back whatever's left behind, milord."
The dragon nodded as he stepped down. He approached the side door and pulled it open, revealing two more dragons dressed in the same robes as his.
One was a large, overweight dragon. He carefully hobbled out of the caravan; he was missing his left hind-paw and most of his right wing. He scratched at his bushy black beard as he stepped into the daylight. After the large dragon, out stepped a green dragoness with a slender frame. Her elongated tail brushed the ground as she walked. Her wings, despite being folded over her back, were wide enough to fool onlookers into believing they were a cape.
The three robed dragons looked around at the city street as the wolf drove his carriage away. The streets weren't exactly silent, but neither were they as hustling and bustling as it would be later in the day.
"So, this is Glenhaven." The burly drake said.
"Aye." The red dragon said. It was about this time when a dozen dragons from the other carriages encircled around the trio. They came in an assortment of color, but all wore the same nomadic robes and bandages. A dragoness came forwards and bowed her head.
"What do we do now, milord?"
The red dragon looked out amongst the nomads. "Go out and replenish whatever supplies you need. Meet back with us here at this spot before sundown."
"Yes, milord." The dragoness turned and relayed the order to the nomads. As they dispersed, the red dragon approached a nearby, wooden display. Upon that display was a map of the city.
Glenhaven was almost one hundred years old, the youngest of the nine dragon cities. It was divided into four districts: The northern and southern districts were comprised mainly of shops, markets, forges, smelters, and other forms of business. The eastern district was a massive grasslands area. Shepherds looked after and provided livestock. The western section of the city was a residential area. Most of the houses were built on the ground and were of decent size, but a good number were built into massive towers of earth. These were reserved for the city's defenders; the Guardians.
"Do you think he's hiding in a place as big as Glenhaven?" The burly dragon asked.
"Since I don't know, thinking is the best I can do." The red drake answered. "It stands to reason he'll be in a big city."
"A bigger city means an easier time losing yourself in a crowd." The dragoness agreed.
"Few cities are big and foolish enough to hide royalty." The leader said. "And Glenhaven is the closest one on our journey. Ancestors know that it'll be a frustrating swim to reach Frostwryng."
The dragoness sighed. "Even with everyone we have with us, how are we going to search an entire city for one child?"
"Look." the red dragon gestured towards the very center of Glenhaven. "The Elders make a point of learning the names and faces of all the young dragons who come to train at the palace. So, we shall seek an audience with them. If it turns out the prince isn't hiding here, then we'll leave and continue our search elsewhere."
"Must we leave so suddenly?" The large dragon asked.
"We shouldn't stay in one place for any longer than we have to. Once we've replenished out supplies, we have to head out again. And I still can't decide on either Frostwryng or Aeroshard as the next place to search."
"There's one other thing we can do while we're in Glenhaven."
"What do you mean?" The dragoness asked.
The burly drake turned to face the east. "I'm going to seek out the city's library. There's something I wish to investigate that concerns the prince."
"What might that be?" The red dragon demanded.
"I'll tell the both of you once I've finished my research. For now, head for the palace. I shall meet with you later."
The others exchanged glances, and then returned their gaze to the burly drake.
"Are you sure you can make the journey by yourself?" The leader asked.
"Of course." He chuckled. "It'll take more than missing limbs to prevent me from going where I want to go!" And with that, he walked off down the pathway.
"Take care, Aegis." The red dragon said. Once his companion was on his way, he turned his gaze back towards the palace, spreading his wings. "We'd best hurry. We don't want to deal with meddling passers-by."
"Agreed." The dragoness spread her own wings, and the duo took to flight.
They flew quickly and quietly a the approached the palace. Their eyes occasionally fell onto the city streets down below. Little by little, many dragons and non-dragons emerged to go about their lives in the bustling city.
"Do you think he is well?" The dragoness asked.
"Of course. I trust Aegis completely."
"Not him..." A frown formed on her face. "The prince."
The red dragon bent his head low to sigh. "I... I'm sure he's alive and well."
The dragoness frowned. "It's been nearly a month, Albanion. We've searched every village on the entire western side of this continent, and we've had no luck finding him. Where could he have gone?!"
"Hush up." Albanion snapped. The dragoness recoiled in surprise, to which the male weakened his expression. "I apologize. But we mustn't reveal to much. You never know who could be listening in, Elza."
"I know, I know..." Elza looked down at the city, sniffling. "I don't know what I would do if I were to find out he's..."
"Stop torturing yourself." Albanion said. "Yes, the prince is rather immature for his age. But he's no fool; he'd be smart enough to stay hidden. We'll find him, Elza. We just have to keep searching."
Elza looked up at Albanion. "I trust you, Albanion."
The duo continued towards the palace in silence...
~~...~~
Greetings, friends and loved ones.
I hope you've been enjoying the reboot of The Legend of Rune so far. It may not seem like anything's all that different right now, but you'll start to notice it very soon. I'm hoping to upload a chapter once a week. Preferably, I'll get the new chapters up on Sunday. I know that's much slower than how I used to upload way back in 2011, but my good friend Dardarax has convinced me to take my time with the reboot. Here's hoping that everyone finds each chapter worth the wait. See you next week, everyone!
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