TLOS: why we fight
Chapter 2
Here's the next chapter! I'm going a bit more in depth with my OC swift and a few others who may pop up a few times. It's been a hectic time to write this. My mother was admitted to the hospital this morning with some rather bad food poisoning, so sorry if it's not the best. Enjoy though!
Cynder was awakened by a stray beam of sunlight that, somehow, made it through the trees low hanging branches and leaves. She grumbled as she raised her head to avoid the light. She cracked her eyes slightly and looked around for a bit, taking in the view bathed in an early morning light. Once her eyes had adjusted to the light, she lowered her head down onto her paws, but facing the cheetah village instead of out to the river and cliffs beyond. As she sat staring blankly into the distance she noticed two figures leaving the village gates. The figures were clearly making their way towards Cynder, so she decided to sit and wait for them.
As Cynder waited for the two, she climbed into a sitting position and went about testing her wings again. She unfurled them slowly until they had reached their full span. Cynder slowly flapped her wings to get the blood flowing through them again, but noticed how stiff and sore they were. She slowly continued to flap them and rotate them about as if doing a complex series of aerial maneuvers. As she worked her wings about the stiffness and some of the soreness left them, leaving her with the thought that she could fly once again, but only for a short while.
As Cynder finished her inspection of her wings, she turned back to find that the two people, Prowlus and Swift, were only a few yards away. "how faired the night out here?" Prowlus called in greeting. "What sleep I did get was peaceful. And how was the night in town?" she replied. Prowlus opened his mouth to answer her, but was beat to it by swift. "just the same old things. Shift changes, a drunken brawl or two, that kind of thing." Swift said nonchalantly while looking to his right and unintentionally locking eyes with prowlus, who was standing with his arms crossed and with a rather impatient look on his face.
"If your quite done boy, maybe we can begin?" Prowlus said with a hint of humor in his voice. Swift looked away quickly due to his embarrassment at interrupting his chief, which drew a light chuckle from Cynder and Prowlus both. "So where have we searched so far?" Prowlus asked the two of them. Not wanting to interrupt anyone again Swift stayed quiet until Cynder gestured to him with her wing. "We scoured the east and west banks of the river, along with re-checking the docks and supply cave. Some of the others checked a few of the glades further away from the river to the east, but were met with only frustration and nothing." Swift reported. "I do have a few more places in mind to check, but I don t know if the cheetahs can come along Prowlus. Simply because most of them you need wings to reach, unless they had some pretty amazing climbing skills." Cynder added.
"Ok, but I still want you to take Swift here with you, if you don't mind. He is the best climber and long distance jumper we have. He practically invented a sport we call parkour, which many of our young like to partake in. plus I'd feel better knowing you had someone to watch your back while you are out there." Prowlus said. Swift looked surprised at the praise he'd received from his chief, but in a happy kind of surprise.
Cynder thought it over for a bit before saying "I don't mind, as long as he doesn't slow me down or get himself killed." "ill try my best, but no promises" joked Swift. Prowlus shook his head slightly "well as long as your okay with it. Good luck to you, may today be the day we find him." Prowlus said before turning to walk back to the village. "oh! And im sorry to say this but this will be the last day we can assist in the search. Sorry, but there is just too much going on and, as head officer of the guard, Swift needs to prepare for the new recruits coming in a few weeks." Prowlus yelled to them before heading back to the village.
At hearing this, Cynder's hope and stature seemed to diminish noticeably. Seeing this, Swift gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. Cynder turned to look him over fully for the first time. Swift was built much like hunter, in fact he and Swift may be related by the look of it. He had pale blue fur covered in black molted shapes, and his fur lightened to a slightly off white color around the muzzle, fore, and rear paws. His eyes were a striking gold color, and his ears were normal in shape, but had long black tufts coming off the tips, making them seem longer than they really were. The sword was clearly his weapon of choice, shown by the slightly curved scimitar hanging at his waist from a belt. The pommel was solid sapphire, and the handle was made of polished wood inlayed with white gold designs.
He wore a thick cloak with a seemingly random pattern of gray and green splotches of varying size covering it. "may I ask what the point of that cloak is?" cynder questioned. Swift looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect that. "well the distinct patterns and colors on the cloak, paired with certain movements or lack of movement, help to break up my outline and help me blend into the background if someone is looking in my direction from a distanced. The hood is deep enough to cover my entire face in shadows to help with the illusion even more. And its so thick to help keep out cold or possibly stop an arrow if I'm lucky. I can roll myself up in it while still wearing it to sleep in some comfort while still having some camouflage. " Swift explained. Cynder was amazed that such a simple piece of cloth could do so much.
"well if ive sufficiently answered your question, maybe we should start looking for spyro?" Swift asked. "yeah, your right. So lets start at the eastern cliffs and see if he is somewhere up there." Cynder said. Swift instantly groand at hearing he would be scaling those cliffs. "what? Spyro and I had no problem climbing them last time." Cynder declared "yes, but its easy for you to say. You've got wings if you fall, and I don't. how do you think I got the position of head guard? My commander was having us climb those cliffs to set up a watch tower, when he slipped and fell while trying to help one of the others catch a falling support strut."
Cynder shivered upon hearing the story. "don't worry, ill catch you if you fall. But don't be doing it too frequently, my wings still aren't fully recovered." Cynder assured him. He nodded and they set off.
A Few hours later they had searched every crack, cave and depression they could find on those cliffs, but still found nothing. They were both tired and sweaty from all the climbing, but Cynder had grabbed ahold of Swift and jumped off the edge of the last cliff to reach the ground as quickly as possible. It had left her shoulders and wings aching, but she was glad to help save him some energy. They searched a little more around the base of the cliffs but still found nothing. As darkness began to set across the valley, Swift said a quick goodbye and began the small trek back to the village.
Cynder waited for him to disappear from view before sitting down and thinking aloud to herself. "im running out of options. Maybe its time to visit the….. no! I told myself I wouldn't go back there. I hated that old man!" she said in anger as she slashed at the nearby grass with her tail scythe. She glared angrily further down the valley with a strange mix of hate and sorrow. She slumped onto the ground "but he may be the only one with a clue of where spyro is…." She said sadly at the ground.
Cynder made up her mind a few minutes later and stood up to begin her walk. She took her time reaching the destination she had in mind, thinking of what to say and what would be said in return. As she rounded the final corner, she walked along the left bank of a small stream that lead into the river. The stream started from a waterfall at the end of the small gorge. At the base of the waterfall was a small, hidden door just big enough for a cheetah to slip through. She took a deep breath to steady herself. There was only one person left to ask, and she did not plan on enjoying the visit, just like last time. She had to speak to the hermit.
As Cynder entered the hermits reclusive little area, she was on guard just in case the skeletal apes decided to attack again. She slowly approached the center of the small field but the apes didn't come. The only thing that moved was the grass in the wind. "so, she returns. But without the purple one? Maybe she completed her masters will and finished him? Or maybe he is lost and is in need of finding. Which is it terror of the skies?" a voice asked from somewhere behind her.
Cynder whipped around and crouched even further into her defensive stance, gritting her teeth at the sound of her old title. She looked around but could see nothing. That is, until he moved away from the rocks and shadows. Once he moved into clear sight, Cynder noticed he was wearing one of the cloaks Swift had explained to her. "iv come to ask if maybe spyro was here, or if you knew where he was?" Cynder asked. "Ah, so that is what you wish. He is here" the hermit pulled a brilliant purple scale out from under his cloak "but not here." He replied cryptically. Cynder gasped when she saw the scale. It was obviously one of spyros. "So you know where he is then? tell me! I need to know he is okay." Cynder exclaimed.
"but where would be the fun in that? Id rather watch you suffer for a while for what you caused than just give up what I know." The hermit said with a maniacal laugh. Cynder groweled low in her throat and lunged for him, but as she met where he should be, he was not there. He had sidestepped quickly to the right and out of harms way. The billows of the cloak and the slight swaying he did making him seem to flicker in and out of sight. Cynder roared in defiance and spewed a wave of wind at the hermit. He yelped in surprise and was thrown against a rock wall. Cynder quickly jumped over and pinned the hermit down. He laughed and threw some dirt into her eyes. She snarled and flailed about slightly, scratching at her face and eyes until she had cleared most of the dirt from them. She blinked a few times and looked around to see where he had gone, but he had faded into the shadows yet again. Cynder had one last trick to throw his way. She summoned forth her shadow powers and merged with them, feeling the way they morphed around separate shapes until she found the hermit. Identifiable by the continuous shift the shadows made around him.
The hermit looked around for the dragoness, but she seemed to have simply sank into the ground. Suddenly he was thrown headlong into the center of the clearing again. He landed on his back this time and was frozen as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. Cynder approached leisurely with a grin on her face. She sat down and waited for him to recover. "well" he demanded "aren't you going to kill me? Or torture me until you get what you want?" he grinned evily "or has the purple one made you soft? Have you lost the ability to kill? Have you become weak?" cynder took note of the emphasis he put on weak but ignored it. "no, spyro hasn't made me weak or soft. He has made me a better dragon by showing me compassion and mercy are more effective tools than death."
Upon hearing this the hermits face went blank. He stared at her for a while in wonder. "maybe you have changed and escaped the dark masters control." He contemplated aloud "maybe I was wrong" he whispered quietly. Cynder helped him up and sat back on her haunches "now, will you tell me where spyro is?" she asked. The hermit stood thinking for a while before chuckling to himself. "just because one changes doesn't mean all do." Cynder looked away sadly and got up to leave. "but I will say this much, when your hopes of finding spyro finally cave, seek out meadow for your answer lies there." He laughed aloud at his own vagueness before retreating to his small home in the cliff face.
Cynder left to head back to the tree at the rivers fork for another nights rest. She sat awake for a while, contemplating the words the hermit had given her. "So meadow had known all along? How could he keep that from me?" she asked quietly to herself. "it just makes no sense! Meadow wouldn't do that to me after what we did for him and the village! Ill talk with him tomorrow." She said as she lay her head down to sleep alone for another night.
The next morning Cynder was up and hungry. She went to the rivers edge where it had slowed to a more reasonable speed. She stared into the clear waters for a few minutes before noticing the faint movements of fish. She waited until one passed by her again and struck with her tail blade at lightning speeds. She pulled her tail out of the water to see a sparkling fish struggling on the end of it. She quickly cooked it with a blast of shadow fire and ate it quietly.
After she had finished her meal and cleaned herself off, cynder extended her wing again. There was almost no pain and only a little stiffness in the joints now. Excitedly she took a few practice flaps before jumping off the ground with a heavy downward thrust of her wings. She pumped her wings steadily as she gained height and forward momentum. She whooped joyously as she barrel rolled happily. Cynder then turned about to make her way to the village flying leisurely and testing her aerial moves again.
When Cynder reached the edge of the village she landed and walked in through the gates. As she passed through she was greeted by Swift. She yelled a greeting back over the noise of the crowds before turning and heading further into the village. Cynder wandered the town for a while until she came to the town square. The first thing Cynder noticed was the large building she assumed that contained the written records of the clan. As she watched, a few young cheetahs ran by her and towards one of the buildings. The first easily cleared the small fence next to it. The second jumped and used the top of the fence to push himself higher before flipping forward and landing in a roll. The third and final cub ran at the wall of the building and jumped at it, pushing off and using his hands to help carry him over a taller piece of the fence. "Wow" cynder said awed at the feats of dexterity and agility she had just witnessed "that must be the 'parkour' Prowlus mentioned earlier" "that it is" said a voice beside her, causing her to jump and turn in a defensive crouch. "Oh, Meadow, you scared me!" cynder said as she relaxed. Meadow laughed lightly. "sorry Cynder, I didn't mean to. But I think you know that. The only problem with parkour being taught around here is it makes it harder to keep those fools out of trouble."
As if on cue, a loud shout was heard and the same three teens came back over the fence with a chicken and a few ears of corn and a carrot or two in tow. A Cheetah came out of the gate yelling rather nasty things at the top of her lungs at the escaping kids. "You see?" said meadow sadly with a shake of his head. "But it was good seeing you again Cynder." Meadow said as he made to leave. "Wait! Meadow I actually came here today to talk to you." Cynder said quickly. He stopped midstride and turned to face her. "what about child?" he asked calmly. Cynder glanced around before asking "could we talk in a little more private of a place?" meadow smiled "my house is right over this way" he said while gesturing for Cynder to follow.
A few minutes later they arrived at Meadow's house. He sat down on a chair while she sat back on her haunches. "so. What was it you wanted to ask?" Meadow asked with a sigh. Cynder quickly retold him what had happened between the hermit and herself "so was the hermit correct? Do you know where spyro is?" Cynder asked with a pleading look in her eyes. Meadow gave a heavier sigh and ran his fingers through the hair atop his head. "Cynder…." He began "I do not know where spyro is. If I did, don't you think I'd let you or chief Prowlus know?" he said while looking at her with sadness in his voice.
Cynder couldn't believe it. This was her final lead and still nothing. She couldn't take anymore and began to break down, starting with a quiet sob. "No! no that can't be true. Damn it! You have to know where he is! The hermit said you would have the answer!" she said before breaking down crying. Meadow got up and walked over to the dragoness, giving her a gentle pat on the back and trying to clam her.
"Hey dad, im ho…" called Swift before noticing Cynder crying and sobbing. He walked over to Meadow before asking "what happened?" Meadow looked at him and said "She went to visit the hermit as a last resort. He told her I had the answer to where spyro was. She came to find me, but didn't get the answer she wanted." Swift looked at his father quickly before approaching Cynder to give her a friendly and comforting hug.
Cynder continued to bawl for another few minutes before calming down. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-to break down like that, its just t-that I cant believe hes gone. Weve looked everywhere I can think of! But s-s-still nothing." Cynder said shakily. "Theres no need to apologize Cynder. We understand" Meadow said. Swift agreed with his father before saying "Cynder, you should rest now. You need to sleep and recover before we can do anything else." "yes. Go rest for a while, you can use the spare bed in the guest room." Meadow added. Cynder nodded before walking limply into the spare room where she promptly fell asleep.
"When she wakes, make sure to feed her and make sure she is comfortable. I have a few questions I want to ask her about what the hermit may have said." Meadow told his son. "Yes father" replied Swift with a deep bow of respect. As Meadow walked away towards his room, Swift headed to the kitchen to grab some lunch. He found a small but freshly baked loaf of sourdough bread his father had bought in town and some salted pork. So he made a makeshift sandwich and dug in as he pondered on what to do next. He had a good five hours before his next shift, and he doubted Cynder would wake up for at least another four, judging by how exhausted she seemed.
After he had finished his lunch, he cleaned up whatever crumbs had fallen and decided to see if any of his friends were up for a little race. Swift made his way quietly out of the house and ran to the guards barracks. Once there he stopped at the door before walking in calmly. As Swift walked in, some of the younger guards looked up before abandoning their dice game and quickly standing at attention. Swift chuckled to himself when he saw that the more seasoned guards barley even bothered to glance up from what they were doing. Whether it was reading, sharpening swords or spears, or doing a few basic sparing techniques. He dismissed the young ones with a wave of his hand before walking towards the back of the barracks, where he found a few of his old friends. "Hey, any of you guys up for a quick race?" he asked while leaning against a nearby bunk. One of them was a red furred and thick set cheetah named Breeze. He was not the most agile of the cheetahs, but he was fast, and he didn't mind getting in a scrap every now and then. Often starting them with him smartass remarks. He looked up from the book he was reading "sure, why not. There's not a lot else to do. As long as you don't mind having your ass whipped again?" he laughed. "haha. Good one, but we all know who the real winner is going to be. I'm in!" said a sandy brown lynx named willow. She was thin, but had decent muscle build to her. She was Extremely agile and could easily outmaneuver most opponents. Not to mention Swift has had a crush on her since when they first joined the guard, but had never had the courage to ask her out. "all this talk is good, but we will only find out once we start." Swift said with a small laugh. "then what are we waiting for? Lets go already!" Breeze said sarcastically. They all stood and made their way outside.
"Ok, so we will start here outside the barracks and head towards the town square. Once there we will make our way over to the eastern wall near the gates, over the wall and into the valley towards the river. First to make it across the river and up to the top of the big tree there will win." Swift explained as they got ready on the starting point. "you!" Breeze shouted at one of the young guards hanging around to watch the race start. The boy jumped a bit before walking over "Y-y-yes sir?" he asked nervously. "count down to the start of the race for us will you? A count from three should be enough." "O-okay sir."
They all got on the starting line. "one!" the boy yelled. "two!" they all hunched over slightly. "three!" They all took off like arrows from a bow. Willow dropped to all fours and ran as hard as she could down the center of the street, taking an early lead. Swift stayed on two paws and ran nimbly off to one side, jumping over any crates in his way. He was followed closely by Breeze who was running with his arms pumping wildly down the center of the street behind willow. As the first major obstacle in the race came into sight, a large group of vending stands, willow jumped back onto two paws and decided to go over the stands. Using a crate, she launched herself high into the air and landed gently on a post above the stands before jumping from roof board to roof board nimbly. Swift wasn't far behind and instead, slid under the first stand and ran full tilt down the small alley between the stands, bringing forth many cries of anger and annoyance from the vendors he narrowly missed. Breeze wasn't going to try either of those paths so he ran swiftly around the side, dodging between the people and small barrels of goods in his way. By the time they were through, Breeze had taken the lead followed by Willow, then Swift. Swift wasn't going to stay there for long though. The town square was rapidly approaching, and there was a wall of buildings and fences in the way. Breeze attempted to vault one of the fences and ended up face down in the dirt, while willow quickly scrambled over a wall and on top of a house. Swift saw this as his opportunity and quickly scanned the buildings. The only thing that he could see besides crawling over a house was one solitary open window. He narrowed his eyes in concentration and ran for it. He jumped head first and twisted his body as he flew, corkscrewing through the open window, and barely clearing the space with inches to spare. He rolled when he landed in the house and instantly stood back up in a run, jumping out the door. He yowled in triumph for his plan worked, giving him the lead.
Willow had just made it over the building and front flipped gracefully off the roof landing gently and taking off after Swift, she had an advantage in speed the others didn't, and she used it to its fullest. Breeze was, again in last, but roared in rage and put on a rare burst of speed that few ever saw. He bound heavily after the two, gaining ground faster than anyone thought possible. His agility also seemed to have increased, but in reality he was just more focused on the singular thought of winning than anything else, which in turn lent him faster reflexes. Swift glanced over his shoulder to see both of his opponents mere feet behind him and gasped. He thought his lead was greater than that!
He turned back to the task at hand, the busy main street they were following. He scanned the area for the least crowded rout. What he came up with was rather supprising, as he ran at the nearby wall of a building, and jumped. Swift grabbed ahold of the window ledge above his head, and using upper body strength alone, hauled himself up onto it, then jumped to the next ledge and up onto the roof from there.
The others had a commanding lead at this point, but had to struggle through dense crowds. Breeze simply hollered "out of the way!" repeatedly as he ran, while willow stealthily slipped through gaps between people that didn't seem big enough for her to fit, but somehow did. Seeing this Swift smiled and then refocused on not falling headlong to the streets bwetween buildings, as he jumped and flipped across the rooftops. His path was mostly unhindered and he was making great time towards the wall.
As the wall rapidly approached, Swift made a split second decision and threw himself into a soaring jump off of the house he stood on, and right over the wall. As he freefell towards the ground, he realized his mistake nanoseconds before colliding heavily with a rock. Swift rolled the moment he touched down, but it wasn't enough to absorb all of the impact, sending a jolt of pain up his legs. He fell sideways out of the roll and lay there for a few seconds, stunned.
Willow had made it to the wall at this point and still thought she was in the lead. She climbed one of the guard tower supports quickly and dropped over the wall and onto the ground without even a slight hesitation or stumble. She did not see Swift laying down so she dropped to all fours again and made a mad dash for the river. Breeze was only seconds behind her, opting to go through the open gate and the crowds of people than risk the wall. He noticed willow racing away and shot after her without a second glance.
Swift slowly stood up before taking a deep breath and putting his weight onto the injured foot. It held up well, and only gave off minor pain. So not wanting to show his friends how badly he had hurt himself he ran, to the best of his ability, after them. When Swift reached the tree he didn't even bother climbing it. Willow was howling victoriously from the top while Breeze was busy huffing and panting to regain his breath. Swift leaned against the trunk and gave the two a soft and breathless "good race."
Willow had climbed down and didn't seem to be any more tired than from before the race. "and the crowd goes wild 'aaahhhh!'" She exclaimed happily. "Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in." Breeze huffed breathlessly. Swift and Willow both laughed at this. Breeze joined in a few seconds later. "But seriously, good race." Swift said as he gave Willow a friendly handshake. She smiled "maybe you'll have better luck next time Swift." She said back. "Yeah, I thought you had me beat by a mile. What happened?" Breeze asked. "Nothing much. I just landed a little weird on a large rock, ill be fine." Swift said with a dismissive wave.
"If you say so man." Breeze said with a skeptical look on his face. They all sat around the base of the tree for a while, backs against the trunk in companionable silence. After about fifteen minutes of banter and joking, Swift stood with a groan. He stretched carefully and popped his back with a contented sigh. "Well, I have to be getting home now. Dads got a visitor over and he needs my help." He said, being careful to give out information. Even to his friends. "alright man. Ill see you later tonight for guard duty." Breeze said evenly. Not bothering to get up or even look over at Swift. Willow also said her goodbyes, but she decided to give him a hug before walking away. Swift blushed slightly at that, but not enough to be noticeable.
Swift took his time walking home, careful not to over exert his leg. He slowly entered the house and sat down in one of the chairs with a tired sigh. Meadow walked in and asked how his evening went. He explained the race and his fall. Meadow gave him a stern look before giving him some herbs to sooth the pain and telling Swift to go rest. He obeyed without any argument and went to sleep until his shift came up.
After Swift left to go sleep, Meadow checked his herb collection to make sure he was stocked. Once satisfied, he nodded to himself and went to check on Cynder. As he peered in passed the curtain, she was just waking up. "how was your nap?" Meadow asked politely. "good." Cynder replied. "I definitely needed it." Meadow and Cynder shared a small chuckle at that. Meadow walked over and sat down in one of the basic wooden chairs in the room. "so, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask a few questions about what the hermit said." Meadow tentivly asked. Cynders mood darkened noticeably, but she agreed.
Cynder retold all of what had happened. "when he told you to come talk to me, what exactly did he say?" Meadow questioned. Cynder had to think for a bit "I think his exact words went something like 'when your hope of finding spyro caves, seek out meadow. Your answer will be there.' But I've come to you and still I have no answer." She said depressed. Meadow frowned "I always hate the way he words his sentences. I can barely ever understand." They sat quietly for a bit. "Wait" Cynder said "what if he hid the actual meaning behind a bunch of words?" Meadow looked up curiously "what do you mean?" "Well he didn't say I'd find my answer with you, but said there." She muttered quietly to herself for a bit. Meadow watched with interest until a sparkle came to her eye. "I get it! When he said 'when your will caves, seek out meadow' what if he was referring to when we found you the first time!? He did seem to put a little emphasis on 'caves' now that I think about it." Meadow looked surprised. "But I thought you would have searched that old cave already?" "No, I actually kinda forgot about it" Cynder said sheepishly. "well, lets get going then!" meadow exclaimed.
Meadow grabbed his walking staff and some medical supplies while Cynder waited out front for him. They walked quickly to the gate and out into the valley. Instead of turning south, this time they went north walking as quickly as they could without using excess energy. When the cave came into sight cynder ran full tilt at it, leaving Meadow behind in eagerness. She bound into the cave and down the pathway within. As she went deeper Cynder began to notice a slight yellow glow she didn't remember from before, so she slowed to a walk and took up a defensive posture.
The glow seemed to get brighter as she continued further into the cave. "Spyro? Are you there?" she called out tensely. The glow was now lighting up most of the small corridor. As she rounded the final corner into the larger cave itself, Cynder stared at the caves center for a while before collapsing on the floor. "oh no…..no! No! NO! not again!" She yelled as she began to cry and sob loudly. Meadow heard her yelling and ran into the cave. He stared unbelievingly into it before turning to cynder and attempting to comfort her.
In the center of the cave was spyro. Still in his final pose before realesing the energy that had pulled the world back together. But he was completely encased within the bright yellow crystal he and Cynder had been trapped in for three years, but this time it was much thicker perhaps eight to ten feet thick. He was trapped in time, and they had no clue if they could get him out this time, or even if he was still alive within.
Hey everyone sorry for the wait. My boss has scheduled me to work almost every day of the week now, and sadly school and work come before writing. I think I did a decent job of making this chapter longer. Honestly im supprised I was able to crank this chapter out so early! Ill try to update every few days or so, and Im still working on where this story is going to go. Iv got most of the plot planned out, but who knows. Ideas and reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading and hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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