"Are you ready Syndra?" Zed tightened the buckles on his wrist blades and hit them against each other with a soft clanging noise. He looked over his shoulder at his future queen who stood atop the cliff upon which they had sat the night before. Her white hair blew in the early morning wind, still easily visible even in the dark. She looked quite at peace with the world and her eyes were closed. Syndra frequently acted this way and Zed had forfeited trying to understand it fully. It was a kind of meditation for her because despite her radical and often aggressive nature, she was, at her core, a much more pensive and harmonious person.

Being an Ionian, Syndra was raised with strong ideals of justice, harmony, and tradition. However, at a young age, Syndra was taken away from all of that and moved to a private home away from civilization. It was there that she developed her more aggressive tendencies and anti-social behaviors. After one more moment of silence, she moved away from the cliff and turned to Zed. Was she ready? "Yes, I am. Are you? This is a stressful day for you. Are you handling it alright?"

Zed moved over to her and reached out to her, pulling her into an embrace and leaning his mask on her headdress. If the metal sheet were not separating Zed's face from her, he'd have been kissing her forehead. "Yes, I will be fine. Just stay close, alright? Shen has his allies and I will not allow them to harm you."

Syndra grabbed Zed's hand and held it, looking into the red eyes of his mask. "You don't have to worry about me today. Let me worry about you. After all, I can take care of myself."

Zed nodded, and clasped her hand between both of his. "Oh, I know you can. How could I forget how we met? I still have the scars on my back." His tone was almost joking and it made Syndra feel a little better to know that the less serious version of Zed was still in there somewhere. Zed had been on edge ever since he had discovered that his old ally turned nemesis, Shen, was in Zaun. He had been refusing to eat, sleep, or remove his mask. What he would agree to do was train and train hard. Constantly he worked with his shadow technique, making every effort to perfect it. It was through this technique and this technique alone that Zed believed he would have an edge over Shen.

Long ago, when they were allies, Shen and Zed sparred often and Shen always came out on top- that is, until Zed discovered the shadow technique. Syndra remembered that story very well as she had heard it dozens of times during her nearly five-year courtship with the ninja.

"Alright," Zed spoke softly, moving his hands away and putting an arm around the Ionian mage. Syndra smiled and leaned into Zed. "Shall we begin?"

She looked up at his mask and a grin swept over her face. "Yes, let's."

The dingy city of Zaun was quite a strange place to be. The streets reeked of filth and vile fumes filled the air with a green hue that acted as a lens, tinting everything in sight with an emerald blur. The buildings were mostly solid metal and stretched high into the sky, leaning precariously one way or another; some even swayed in the wind. The inhabitants of the strange town were no different. Their genders, colors, and creeds were not even the beginning of what separated their appearances. In Zaun, it wasn't difficult to find creatures that were of an entirely different species! While humans remained the dominant group in the city, creatures such as mutated rats the size of men and augmented test subjects with extra limbs and metal replacements represented about a tenth of the populous.

Zed and Syndra walked carefully down the dreary street, arm in arm, their eyes peeled for Shen or other members of his clan, the Kinkou. Much like his contemporaries in the Kinkou order, Shen had devoted his life to the preservation of balance in all things. He believed light should be tempered with darkness, that order should be challenged with a measure of chaos, and that a leader's rule should be tested with opposition. Zed, on the other hand, believed just the opposite. In his life, the shadow ninja had experienced many things and in each challenge along his path, he found that solutions to problems were most easily achieved through decisive action. He knew that if there was no more light, there would be no battle between it and darkness; if there was no opposition, who would challenge his rule? It was simple in his mind.

As they continued down the street, Zed looked up onto the roof where he had told one of his men to wait. The ninja atop the metal building was dressed exactly the same as Zed but with one difference; he wore a bandana instead of a mask. Zed's mask was one of a kind and while his men had headgear of varying types, Zed alone wore this as his signature.

After Zed had left the Kinkou and Shen behind, he took about a third of the order with him. These men formed a group that Zed had coined "The Order of the Shadow", named after the technique that Zed had mastered. Unfortunately, the shadow technique was special in that it could only be utilized after being magically imbued upon the user and the one object that could grant that power had been long since lost; thought destroyed by Shen after Zed left the Kinkou. The object was a box, etched in Zed's mind. It was a deep, dark grey color and shaped like a cube. It was about a foot long in every direction and Zed could remember in vivid detail the red design swirling around the outside so brightly it appeared to glow out of the dark grey. It was after the box that Zed modeled his armor and mask.

Zed waved with his hand for the henchman on the roof to follow in their wake and he did, moving as swiftly as the shadows that he darted between. Eventually, Syndra whispered to Zed through the dark, quiet early morning air, "Town square is just ahead. Shen's supposed to be there, right?"

Zed nodded silently and continued forward. There had recently been talks of a smuggler passing antique goods through the square. That was all that Zed and Syndra could come up with after weeks of research on why Shen would come to the city of Zaun and it was not much to go on. Despite Zed's vast knowledge of Shen's style and practices, he could not figure why his enemy would emerge from the Kinkou temple in Ionia for the first time in five years and venture here. It simply didn't make sense. However, he had to see if it was true.

Zed and Syndra drew close to the town square and could see the light of a lamp post in the distance, looming over a fountain that spewed murky green water onto the grey cobblestone street. Zed gave Syndra a tap on the shoulder and pointed towards an alleyway on the left, very close to the square where his men were to meet. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek before letting go of his arm and making her way towards the alley.

Syndra didn't much like the idea of separating herself from Zed but she understood that this was a grudge match that was over a half decade in the making. Zed wanted to do this alone and would have it no other way. She made her way into the dark, shadowy alley and met up with five of Zed's ninjas who were waiting. A sixth, the one wearing the bandana dropped from the roof quietly to join the others. They were to wait and watch. If Shen brought back up, they would even the fight but beyond that, they were not to intervene.

Zed could feel his pulse racing as he entered the square, scanning every corner of the area. To the right, Zed spotted them. Shen was noticeable about fifty yards away. He was unmistakable in his blue ninja robes that covered his whole body. His eyes shone brightly through his mask. What made Shen easy to spot was that his eyes were not normal but yellow. Yellow eyes were the mark of the chosen Kinkou members, the leaders. This trait was passed down in Shen's family for generation and his ancestors had led the Kinkou since its inception centuries ago. The thing that made Shen and his kin so special was that they had the unique ability to warp their ki to a very indefinite extent. Zed himself had been able to manipulate ki from an early age, enhancing his strength and durability beyond the limits of a normal person but Shen was far beyond even that. He had been able to use his ki to heal himself or even link minds with and transport himself to those to whom he had a strong connection. Zed resented Shen for these abilities since their youth together. It never seemed like a fair fight to Zed when their shared master, Shen's father, told them to spar. Shen was born powerful, he was always destined to be the strongest and yet Zed was expected to maintain the same standards. He never could, not until he found the box, not until he realized the power of the shadows.

Zed kept himself under the cover of darkness, crouching behind the fountain in the middle of the square where the lamp cast a shadow. He watched as Shen spoke to a man and put his hand to his head as if something had gone wrong. Zed was curious what that was but now was not the time to find out. Shen bowed to his companion and the man left, leaving Shen alone in the square. Zed breathed slowly, trying to calm himself, ready himself for the fight.

"I know you're there, Zed," Shen called out into the dim morning. "Have you forgotten that I can sense you?" Zed let out a soft growl of frustration. Despite being apart for nearly five years, Shen's ki connection to Zed remained strong enough to sense him. Zed stood and made his way out into the open, facing Shen. The two stared each other down for a short time before Zed extended his wrist blades and Shen reached up over his shoulders, drawing his knives. "So, my old friend, here we are." Zed remained completely silent, carefully watching Shen's movements. His body felt stiff and his heart raced, sending waves of heat through his body. "Tell me, why is it you have come here?"

"To face you, once and for all!" Zed sneered back, dropping into his stance.

Shen spun his thin knives in his hands, not yet readying himself for combat. "Oh Zed, do you remember last time you and I dueled?" Shen's voice was playful, almost taunting Zed.

Immediately, Zed reached for his mask, wincing as his mind flashed back to his last encounter with Shen. He remembered that horrible night. "The scars…"

"Yes, do you think you are so much stronger now, now that I can make you waver with words alone?"

Zed shook off the memories and returned to his stance. "I have grown in ways you cannot imagine, Shen! You may still lead the Kinkou, but I lead something much greater!"

Shen took a few steps towards Zed, still not even holding his weapons defensively. He twirled the knives casually with practiced ease, conversing as if talking over a pot of tea back in Ionia. "Oh Zed… No, you are misled! You are so enshrouded in your shadows that you fail to see the truth! Clearly, you did not heed my father's teachings, since you betrayed him. But, I am willing to right his wrong and put an end to you if you make me. We all saw you going down this path but my father chose not to stop you. He trusted in you. I will not repeat his mistake."

Zed's temper flared and he waved his wrist blade at Shen, "Challenge me Shen, you shall not be an orphan long!"

Shen stood and watched Zed for a moment, his yellow eyes glinting in the dim light of the coming morning before lowering himself into his own stance. Zed did not have long left under the cover of night. The sun was about to come up.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

The red and yellow eyes in the square were all that Syndra could see from her vantage point as she peered around the corner in the alley. She clenched her fists tightly, wanting to burst from her hiding place and help Zed! She could tell that he was nervous by the way he stood. His usual bravado and confidence was not there as his rigid stance prevented the fluid movements she had watched him practice. As She took a first step towards Zed, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. The bandanaed ninja pointed across the square to an alley opposite them. She squinted to see but was able to make out a silhouette in the darkness. Shen had brought backup.

Syndra whirled around and conjured two dark magic orbs in her palms. She tilted her head to the side, indicating Zed's men to move around the edge of the square towards the enemy. They obeyed without a word. Syndra herself did not want to make a noise so she summoned a small amount of her strength to levitate herself a few inches off the ground so that she could make her way behind the ninjas towards the other side of the square. As she edged along, she continued to watch Shen and Zed as they encircled each other, blades drawn.

Zed's eyes were locked with Shen's. Both knew what was going to happen but neither wanted to land the first strike. Shen did not want to kill Zed and Zed was afraid to engage combat with Shen. But eventually, Shen made his choice. He had to balance out his feelings, his memories of loving Zed with logic. Decisively, he made the first attack with his right dagger, lunging towards Zed. The shadow ninja was forced to loosen himself up in an instant as he curved his body at an awkward angle to avoid the point of Shen's blade. Shen moved his blade sideways in a horizontal slash towards Zed's body next but only hit smoke as Zed burst into shadows.

Syndra smiled, this was more like it. This was what Zed had practiced. She had helped him become more adept at utilizing his shadow technique over the last month by launching spheres of magic at him and forcing him to either use the shadows to dodge or get pummeled. After about a week of bludgeoning injuries, she noticed significant improvement and by the end of the month, she could seldom land a hit. Zed's mobility and dodging were beyond that of anything she had seen before. Finally, she reached the edge of the alley where Shen's backup was and stopped behind Zed's soldiers as they looked around the corner.

Clang! One of Zed's men dropped to the ground with a clatter, an axe looking weapon protruding from his neck. The rest of Zed's men drew back, readying knives and shurikens for combat. Syndra took the next move, tossing away her two magic spheres and levitating them around the corner to hit anyone who was just on the other side. However, they hit nothing as a young woman slid under them on her knees and got back to her feet. She wore deep green body armor and a mask that covered the lower half of her face. In her hands, she wielded twin axes that were known by the ninjas as 'kamas.' Reflexively, Syndra sent out a burst of magical energy in her direction forcing her to jump back and out of the way.

Zed glanced over at Syndra's fight with the green clad ninja as he weaved out of the way of another stab from Shen, fading back into the shadows. "I see, you needed to bring Akali, did you? She always was your special girl."

Shen chuckled as he took a step back, watching for where Zed would reappear, trying to sense his ki. "Yes, but she's all I brought. You brought a small army and… who is that?" Quickly he turned around and blocked Zed's wrist blade as it reached from the darkness, swinging again and meeting only dark smoke.

Zed reformed ten feet away and returned to his original stance. "Her name is Syndra and she is the one who brought about your doom! Without her, I'd have died a long time ago."

"Oh, I see," Shen sneered, "So I suppose I'll have to kill you and then end her."

"You'll never touch her!" Zed rushed back in, leaping into the air and disappearing for an instant before reappearing right in front of the Kindou ninja and landing a kick on his knee, which gave a loud crack. Shen groaned in pain and stumbled, shifting his weight onto his other leg, away from his broken knee.

Shen threw one of his knives at Zed who melted away once more. Taking the brief moment of safety, Shen focused on his knee with his ki, forming a barrier of energy around the break, temporarily mending it. The wound still hurt but at least he could put some weight on it. Once again, Zed reappeared and stabbed at Shen who turned and blocked the attack with his remaining knife.

Akali weaved between Zed's ninjas, keeping close to them so that Syndra could not target her without accidentally landing a hit on one of her allies as well. However, this did not last long as the green ninja's axe work was refined and practiced to the point of defeating all five of the remaining shadow ninjas in a matter of seconds. As their bodies clattered to the ground, Akali gave a curt smile to Syndra who growled in frustration, sending another ball of dark energy at her opponent. Akali took it in stride and lept over the ball, hoping to land on top of Syndra but the Ionian mage was too fast even for her. Syndra's first orb was followed quickly by a burst of purple energy that sent Akali flying back into the metal wall of a building, dropping her to the ground with a thud.

Back in his fight, Zed was taking a beating from Shen now. After a few minutes of fighting, Shen had managed to get a better lock on Zed's ki and was no longer falling for his shadow tricks. After a few close calls and scratches on his shoulder and ribs, Zed was running out of energy. He stepped back a few feet, reaching for the shurikens attached to the back of his armor. He tossed two of them at Shen who was able to evade one but took the other in the shoulder, grunting in pain. He wrenched it out and dropped it to the ground, with a clatter. "That's it!" Shen dashed at his old friend, raising his knife high in the air. Zed fell back onto the cobblestone, raising a hand over his face to shield himself from what was sure to be a killing blow.

But all of a sudden, Shen was struck from behind and was launched over Zed's prone form into a heap a few feet away. Zed quickly got to his feet and looked over at Syndra who smiled.

"Thought you could use some help."

Zed nodded. "Thank you, Syndra. I will take it from here."

"Wait!" Syndra called to Zed, making him turn back around to look at her. "Try using your double."

Zed glanced over at Shen who was back on his feet and shaking off the injury. "Syndra! I don't know if-"

"Aren't you the one who is always talking about not fearing power but embracing it? I believe in you!" She shouted, turning back to her own fight with Akali who was finally standing back up after being thrown into the wall.

Zed grinned under his mask took a few steps towards Shen again, extending his wrist blades. "Ready to die, Shen?"

Shen smirked, "You needed help just to survive, what makes you think you can still win this?" He knelt and picked up his second knife from where it had landed after he threw it.

The shadow ninja did not respond but instead charged at Shen, holding his blades behind him as he ran head first into the Kinkou leader. Shen stabbed at Zed, knowing he would disappear and he did. Shen almost smiled to himself. This was too easy. Zed only had one trick. Quickly, he locked back on to Zed's ki and turned to where he knew Zed was reforming. Sure enough, a figure in the shadows was there. Shen lunged and stabbed at Zed, realizing only too late that the silhouette was not his target, but a duplicate, formed from shadows. His blade passed straight through it and he lost balance, stumbling forward on his hurt knee.

"Where's my ki now, Shen?"

Shen's eyes opened wide in shock as he looked down at the blade that was now protruding from his chest. He looked over his shoulder at Zed who was standing behind him and murmured, "Zed…" Zed retracted his blade out of Shen's back and took a step away, letting his old friend fall to his knees, blood splattering the cobblestone.

Akali backed away from her fight with Syndra to watch as Shen fell to the ground, turning his gaze to her. Her jaw dropped as she watched the impossible happen. The greatest Kinkou ninja had been defeated by Zed, the master of the Order of the Shadow. Shen wavered for a moment on his knees, about to fall but before he did, he reached out to Akali with one hand as if trying to grab onto her across the distance that separated them. "Akali… run." The ki in Shen's knee gave out, causing the break to rupture again and he fell forward onto the ground, the yellow light in his eyes fading.

Akali's eyes darted quickly between Zed and Syndra then back to Shen with a look of terror on her face. With one final look at her friend and master, Akali nodded and ran as fast as she could through the street away from the scene.

Zed and Syndra did not try to follow but instead made their way over to each other. Zed caught Syndra in a hug as soon as he reached her, holding her close. "Syndra, we've done it. Shen is at last no more."

Syndra wrapped her arms around Zed and smiled. "And you are free, my love. You don't have to think about him ever again. Revenge is yours."

Zed pulled back from the hug and took a step away, stroking his chin. "But the question remains, why was Shen even here? What was so important that he had to come out of his temple personally to attend?"

Syndra took another step and hugged Zed again, "I don't know, but does that matter?"

Zed shook his head and looked back at Syndra, "No, I suppose not. We've won. We're together. That's what matters." With that, Zed took her by the hand and together they walked out of the square, back towards their camp. The shadow ninja took one final look over his shoulder at Shen before leaving the scene.

The sun rose over Zaun, illuminating the streets as people began to make their way through the square and, eventually, a crowd began to form. Observers watched as the bodies were sectioned off by local law enforcement so that bystanders would not disturb them. However, before long they would likely be picked up and carted away to be experimented on in a lab somewhere. With the corruption of Zaun's police and the excess of scientists that desired human subjects, there was little to no chance that Shen or any of the deceased ninjas would get a proper burial.

News eventually spread of the seven dead ninjas that littered the streets of Zaun and a question was asked by all who heard the story, although none could find the answer: who had done this and for what purpose? It wasn't long before thrill seekers, explorers, and investigators alike arrived to try to solve the mystery.

One such man strode into the familiar town with an Ionian sword in his right hand and a bottle of whisky in the other. He bit the cork off of the bottle and spat it to the side before taking a long swig. As he reached the town's center, the group surrounding the bodies split to make way for his billowing cloak and leather boots to pass. As he reached the blood stained pavement, he reached up and adjusted the brown pointed hat atop his long black hair.

One person had not moved away from the bodies and bloodstains and was instead crouched down in front of them, looking carefully at the splatter. She was a little bit shorter than the man and sported brown and silver armor over her chest that matched a thick bracer over her right forearm. Her other arm and over her chest under her armor was bandage cloth, wrapped well but clearly wearing down from use. Possibly most notably, this young woman had white hair that the man recognized immediately although he had not seen her in about five years.

"Well funny seeing you again, Riven."

She turned around, her hand instantly reaching for the handle of a sword with a broken blade that lay next to her and drawing it. But as soon as she saw who it was who spoke the words, she lowered it back down and exhaled. "I didn't think I'd see you again…"

"Remember what I told you when we first met? You can't run from your past. I had a feeling we would see each other again," he said, crouching down next to her and flashing a casual grin.

Riven gave a short, unconvincing laugh of acknowledgement before continuing. "But why are you here, Yasuo?"

Yasuo stood up as a wind passed, blowing his dark hair and cloak to the side and looked around the square. "Same thing as you, I think. Trying to forgive myself and recover my honor."

Riven nodded solemnly, her past, deeply intertwined with Yasuo's. In fact, it was only because of her actions that Yasuo became the guilt-ridden wanderer that he was. "Yes, my hands are stained. But, I'm going to right the wrongs of my past by saving Noxus."

Yasuo smirked, "So we are both hunting and killing as penance for hunting and killing?"

Riven nodded, her gaze much more serious than Yasuo's. "Yes, violence to end violence."

Yasuo laughed, "Violence will never end, Riven. All I know is that I will not die dishonored. I killed far too many people in my pursuit of you."

"Yes," Riven agreed her expression turning irritable, "You should not have killed a lot of those people, the second Ionian hunter for example."

"Oh yeah, the one I fought in Piltover, the fast one… What was her name again?"
Riven glared angrily. That hunter had been her friend and had shown her kindness when nobody else would. There was seldom a day that went by that Riven did not think about her friend that died at the hands of the man before her now. "Her name was Miyabita, Miya was what I called her."

Yasuo fussed with his sword, unsheathing it and looking carefully at the blade, forcing his eyes to go somewhere, anywhere but Riven's. "She attacked me."
"Well you didn't have to kill her!"

Yasuo's calm snapped and his eyes pierced into Riven's. "And you didn't have to kill that elder."

Riven took her turn to look away, focusing intently all of a sudden on the blood splatters. "You know I regret that, every single moment of my life I regret my actions."

"Yeah?" Yasuo asked, not letting her off the hook, "Well I am forced to live with the same regret because of your foolishness."

The crowd around Riven and Yasuo started murmuring to each other, wondering what exactly was going on. After a few moments the crowd fell silent again and Riven looked up, talking in a slightly higher pitched voice as if trying to be as non-threatening as possible towards Yasuo. "So ninjas?"

Yasuo slammed his sword back into its sheath with a clank and sat down next to Riven. "Ninjas." Yasuo shrugged, "That color scheme look familiar to you?"

Riven contemplated for a moment before responding, "What do you mean?"

"The dark grey and the whole dark vibe going on with these six, does that not ring 'Shadow Isles' to you?"

Riven and Yasuo both remembered the dark and dreary feel of the Shadow Isles. The young woman remembered even more so. A chill ran up her spine as the recollection came to her. The horribly eerie place had haunted her nightmares for months after she had left and the thought of it was enough to make her hands and feet tingle uneasily. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as Yasuo took a scoot away from her. "Riven, you okay?"

Riven opened her brown eyes and gasped. In her momentary flashback, she had inadvertently caused her broken sword to begin to glow a bright green color. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Quickly she stopped channeling her power and the sword's light was extinguished.

"Still got that soul sword deal huh?" Yasuo inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Err, yeah, I do," Riven admitted. Again, the two had a shared memory of the time that a portion or Riven's soul had become attached to her blade, linking to two of them and forging an unusual magical bond between them. Riven's sword, imbued with her soul, had incredible capabilities that included small energy bursts, flashes of light, and most notably, reforming out of the broken shards into one enormous greatsword with unbreakable might.

Yasuo nodded and looked over at the other ninja in blue, Shen. "So, what about this guy?"

Riven turned her body around to look at Shen, who was laying on his stomach a distance away from the others. "I don't know, but I think you're right. We should check the Shadow Isles. We don't want another fiasco like last time."

Yasuo grinned confidently. Last time they were there, they ended up getting assaulted by a monster made entirely of burning souls called Thresh and a band of undead monsters. While Thresh had been killed on that day, Yasuo knew one of his allies by name that had survived, Yorick. Yorick's duty in Thresh's master plan was to use Riven as bait to lead Yasuo to the Shadow Isles where his soul could be harvested by Thresh. However, Yorick alone did not seem to Yasuo to be a particularly strong opponent by comparison. If he wanted answers, Yorick would be a good place to start. "So, I'm going to go check it out..." Yasuo's voice faded and he looked around awkwardly. "You wanna come?" It was the most unusual feeling in the world. Talking to a friend after not seeing them for five years often seems difficult but in this case, the "friend" was someone Yasuo had attempted to hunt down and kill as revenge for her ruining his entire life and costing him the life of his brother.

It was weird to say the least but Riven smiled a little bit. Perhaps things could be better between them. Riven optimistically hoped that maybe the five years apart, cooling down, would serve them well if they were to partner up. "Alright, but just this once, okay? I have my mission to redeem Noxus still and I cannot waver from it."

Yasuo shrugged, "I'm not asking for more than one time; hell, I'm not even asking for one time." He stood up and took another swig from his bottle, stepping away, "I was just asking since you seemed interested. I could handle this myself."

Riven smirked, "I'm coming with you. If the Shadow Isles are involved in this, I could use some payback for Thresh knocking me out."

"Hah, I bet," Yasuo smiled, gesturing at the street out of the square towards one exit to the city, "Ready when you are I guess."

"Let's go then!"

Author's Notes: Thanks for reading chapter 1 of Legacy of the Shadows!

Something that some viewers may have noticed and others may be unaware of is that this is in fact a sequel! The original story, if you'd like to check that out is called The Unforgiven and delves into the story of Yasuo and Riven (It shows how they came to be as they are in this story) BUT if you have NOT read that story, DO NOT WORRY. The Unforgiven is NOT required reading for this story. I cannot stress that enough so I'm going to put it in bold beneath this.

YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ THE UNFORGIVEN (THE PREVIOUS STORY) TO UNDERSTAND THIS BUT IT MAY BE INTERESTING

If you don't want spoilers of what happened, I seriously suggest you don't read on until you've finished the original. However, if you're like me, you'll likely just want to get on with the show and I'll explain all needed information in the form of brief expositional conversations in due time.

We've tried to work it out so that you don't have to worry one way or the other.

Anyway, catch ya next time for the next chapter and I'm really excited to share more. Oh man is it nice to be on a new adventure!