Chapter 3

Elise stared out the window of her bedroom listlessly. A book sat discarded in her lap as she lay in bed, her gaze focused on the raindrops rolling down the window pane. As she stared down at the garden that her room overlooked, she wished that she could put on some boots and a coat and go out splashing in the puddles. Sadly, that wasn't possible. She sighed and put her handkerchief up to her reddened nose.

There was a knock on the door and she slowly, almost regretfully looked away from the window.

"Come in," she said.

The young man with light blue eyes and pale hair opened the door. He carried with him a tray of bread and soup with a glass of water.

"You hungry?" He asked, placing the tray on the table beside her bed.

Elise stared at the bowl of soup and cup for a minute.

"Not particularly," she finally answered.

"Well, you need to eat. Basch wants you to take those vitamin pills as well."

The fellow pointed to two white capsules that sat next to the cup on the tray.

Elise sighed and smiled. "Aren't you tired of being my nurse maid yet, Emil?"

An actual smile formed on the usually-serious young man's face. He went and sat down near her feet on the edge of the bed.

"Well, since your brother's now come back with the militia, you won't have me nagging you day in and day out."

"Yes," she chuckled. "He'll be the one doing the nagging."

Her chuckling quickly turned into coughs and Emil quickly grabbed the cup of water and helped her take a sip. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to control her coughing.

"I shouldn't have let you stay outside so long at that party," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

She took another sip. "It's just a little cold, Emil. I won't die over this."

"You and I both know that colds can turn into worse things. What were you doing, anyway? You only needed a minute or two to cool down."

He watched a small smile come over her face.

"I was … talking to someone."

Emil looked a bit baffled. "You mean that Italian fellow? Did you know him?"

She shrugged. "Well… no. But he was very friendly. He told me about Italy."

"Italy?"

She nodded, more enthusiastically now. "Wouldn't you like to go to Italy?"

"Well," he shrugged. "I've heard it's quite warm down there. Don't know how I'd like it…"

"Oh…" she said. The room grew quiet and Emil looked down at his hands. This was how it usually was between the two of them: they would have a moment of camaraderie, but then he would run out of things to say and they would both fall silent. He wished he could be more conversational. What had that young Italian done to keep Elise so focused? She seemed so happy and excited that night after she had gone back inside when Emil had called her.

He'd have to think about it later. Right now, he had to go and see if Elise's brother needed him to do anything else before he could head home.

"Well, if you don't need anything else…" he said, rising from his seat on the bed.

She smiled. "Thank you, Emil. I know I've probably been a pain to take care of all these months while Basch is gone, but I really appreciate your kindness."

He looked at her silently for a minute until another genuine, pleasant smile crept over his face.

"It was no pain, Elise, you can be sure of that. I've enjoyed these past couple of months. Now, you just get some rest so you can go outside again. All right?"

Elise grinned and saluted him. "Yes sir!" She took the bowl of soup into her hands and began eating.

After a few seconds of watching her, Emil quietly left the bedroom. He headed down the stairs and onto the second floor of the spacious house that was left to Basch Zwingli when he became a high-ranking officer in the militia. On the second floor lay the Swiss man's office. Emil stopped in front of the door and rapped on the door twice.

"Come in!" Came a sharp reply from inside.

"It's Emil, Mr. Zwingli," the young man said as he entered the office. It was a clean, efficient place with a couple of firearms hanging on the wall for quick use. At the desk sat the elder brother of Elise: a tall man with golden hair and eyes the same color as his sister. He had a stern look on his face as he looked up from his paperwork and his glance only softened a slim bit at the sight of Emil.

"Ah. How is my sister, sir?" he asked. His voice was accented and clipped.

"I don't think she's doing too badly. She began eating the food I gave to her, although I don't think she enjoys being … having to lie abed all day."

Emil refrained from using the term "being cooped up in her room" for fear his employer might suspect implications of being too protective. The man was very sensitive when it came to his younger sister, but for good reasons, Emil had to admit.

A hint of a smile actually came over the serious man's face. "Well. It's for her own good. She knows that," he said. He sat back in his chair and stared into space.

"I can't have her falling ill again," he murmured.

"Oh no, sir!" Emil exclaimed. "No, of course not!"

"I know you think I take extra precautions that aren't needed. Heh, everyone thinks that. But I'd rather be too careful and see her in good health than be too careless and see her near death. Just like…" He stopped and looked away. Emil said nothing. He just watched the man intently and saw him heave his shoulders, and heard him clear his throat.

"Yes. Well. I'm glad she's eating," he finally said. "And I want to thank you for watching out for her while I was away." Basch Zwingli turned back to Emil. "I know it wasn't what you signed up for."

"Oh, it was no trouble, sir," Emil said, doing his best to keep his emotions in check. In fact, he had quite enjoyed those past couple of months. He had never been around someone as pleasant as Elise Zwingli and he had admired her from afar ever since he had first begun working for her brother. Being able to spend some time with her and having to look after her had been a great pleasure for him, indeed.

There was a knock on the door and Basch gave the order for the person to come in.

"The mail's come, sir," a maid said, bearing a pile of letters.

"Thank you. Put it on my desk, please."

Basch began rifling through the mail as the maid dismissed herself and left the office. Emil cleared his throat.

"Sir, do you want me to go…?"

"Hold on a minute, if you please. I have one more task I'd like you to do before you leave for the day."

Basch took out a letter opener and sliced open one of the envelopes. Emil watched him as he read the letter's contents. Suddenly, the man frowned, let out an angered grunt and crinkled up the letter in his hands. He then tossed it across the room and began furiously penning down something on a blank sheet of paper.

Emil blinked. "Anything… the matter, Mr. Zwingli?" he asked hesitantly.

"I've just received another stupid request from some complete stranger for my sister's hand in marriage," The man growled, angrily throwing his pen down. He sighed and passed a hand over his eyes.

"Well, they're not complete strangers, but they're not anyone I know well either… My sister is already a delicate young lady. I won't have someone I don't know carry her off into some cold marriage!" He looked up at Emil.

"I'd rather her marry someone I know well, and someone I can trust – someone like you, Emil."

"M-Me?" Emil's eyes widened.

"I even wouldn't mind if you, yourself wanted to marry her…"

Emil's heart began racing. Was he serious? Would he really consider someone like Emil to marry Elise? The young man wasn't sure what to say.

"I…I…" he stammered.

"That is if you, well, were noble-born…"

Emil's excitement deflated like a balloon when it has its air let out.

"Yes, sir," he said.

The man went back to his other letters and Emil did his best to conceal his disappointment. He knew it was too good to be true to hope for a chance to court the young lady.

It was probably a good idea that I didn't say anything… he thought sadly.

"Sir," he said quietly.

Basch sighed. "Yes?"

"What was the task that you wanted me to do?" He just wanted to get whatever the man wanted him to do out of the way so he could get home.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that." Basch quickly scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Emil.

"Just fetch those things for me and then you're free to go."

Emil took the list and quickly perused it. "All right," he answered.

He headed out of the office and down the stairs to the foyer of the house. After he slipped on a pair of boots, he went over to a closet and grabbed one of the coats.

"You are going out?"

He paused, his hand gripping the coat.

Of all the people to talk to me at this moment…

He looked behind him and saw Elise, fully clothed, smiling at him with curiosity shining in her eyes.

"Yes," he answered. "Your brother wanted me to run some errands before I headed home."

Elise nibbled at her bottom lip and peered over her shoulder warily before whispering,

"You don't think… Is it possible that I could go into town with you…?"

Emil frowned. "With that cold of yours? I don't think so!"

"I'm not that sick! I'll bundle up! Promise!" She clasped her hands and looked at him wide-eyed. "Please, Emil? I've been cooped up in this house ever since the night of the party! I just want some fresh air!"

"But it's raining outside!" he objected.

"It has stopped, actually."

Emil narrowed his eyes and went over to a nearby window. Sure enough, the downfall had stopped, though he did notice that the sky was still clouded over.

"Looks like it might rain again," he warned.

"Well, I'll bring an umbrella or something!" she responded.

With a sigh, he looked back at her. Elise still was giving him a pleading look.

"Fine," he muttered, "but you be sure to bundle up nevertheless! I don't want us to get in trouble with your brother!"

She clapped her hands gleefully like a little child would and her grin was positively radiant. "I'll go get my coat!" she chirped.

Emil puffed his cheeks out and exhaled in exasperation. Why couldn't he say no to her? It was going to get him into trouble one day.

Because Elise was coming along, Emil had decided to take the small, single carriage so that she could travel into town still somewhat sheltered from the weather. Even though the rain had ceased, he didn't want to risk anything with his companion's health. Of course, she had not been too happy at his choice of vehicle.

"Really, Emil?" she had exclaimed as he hitched up the horse. "Why do I have to travel into town in that?"

"Listen, you. We're risking enough as it is with you going outside! Either you ride in that or you stay inside!"

She pouted and he turned away to hide his blush. Why did she have to be so pretty?

"Fine," he heard her say resignedly. The sound of her small umbrella closing could be heard and he dodged over to open the carriage door for her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling as if no argument had passed between them.

He nodded and she got into the carriage. Pretty soon, he was in the driver's seat and they were on their way into town.

Elise peered out of the window of the carriage and slowly inhaled. She liked how everything smelled after it rained. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of the wind on her face, billowing through her hair. Before she knew it, they had reached the town and she felt the carriage come to a stop. She heard Emil jump down from his seat and he opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her get out.

"I need to stop by a couple of stores to get what your brother requested," he said. She nodded and opened up her umbrella.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"If you don't mind," she said, "I think I will stop by the fabric store. I want to knit a nice shirt for Basch!"

Emil hid his disappointment and nodded, even though he was reluctant to lose sight of her.

"Very well. I will come and find you, all right?"

She nodded and he headed in the direction of the smithy's shop. Twirling her parasol, she gingerly headed across the town's street, doing her best to avoid puddles, and walked toward the shop with the name Angelika's Fabrics painted on the sign. The bell hanging from the door jingled as she went in, and a young lady with long, straight hair and big, green eyes greeted Elise with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss!"

"Hello." Elise nodded politely.

"Do you need some help?"

"Oh, no. I just want to look around," she answered. "I'm thinking of making a new shirt for my brother!"

The lady smiled. "Well, if you need help, like, in finding anything or deciding in a fabric or pattern just let me know! I'm Miss Lukasiewicz and I'm in charge of the store."

"Thank you," Elise said and began looking among the shelves of colorful patterns. She could faintly hear what sounded like several looms at work from the back of the store. She could hear the sound of the wood click clacking as the many machines wove the fabric and felt almost soothed by it. Perhaps it was the steady pace of it, or perhaps it was because she was actually hearing real noises of something at work. Her house was always so… quiet.

A back door opened, and a young man with shoulder-length hair the same color as the saleslady went over to talk to her. They seemed to be speaking in a different language and Elise continued to peruse the selection of fabrics that were various bright, dark, pastel and faded colors. But she just couldn't think of a good color to use for a shirt for Basch.

"Excuse… excuse me," she said, afraid to raise her voice too much. The two employees looked at her.

"What is it, hun?" The lady asked.

"I'd like an opinion from one of you… about a shirt for a man?"

"Oh! I can totally help!" The fellow exclaimed brightly. He strode over to Elise and gave her a friendly smile.

"What do ya need?" he asked.

"Well, I want to make a shirt for my brother, but I can't decide on the right color or pattern. Could you help me?"

"That's what I'm here for!" he said. "Now…" He shifted his weight onto one leg and rested his chin on his hand. "What kind of fellow is your brother?"

"Well, he's a general in the militia, and he's quite serious."

"Hm. Got any black shirts?"

"Quite a few," she answered dryly.

After almost twenty minutes of going back and forth about what color and even pattern her fabric should be, they both decided upon a nice forest green for the color. As for the pattern, Elise had decided that just a plain fabric would suit her brother's minimal tastes best.

"We'll be sure to give you the length you need," the man said as he walked over to the counter, "if you'll give me a moment, I'll measure it for you."

"Of course," Elise said. "Thank you for helping me, sir."

"Call me Feliks! It was a total pleasure, my dear!"

She gave him a kind smile, and turned to look out of the window while she waited for the fabric to be cut and wrapped for her. As she watched the people pass to and fro down the street, she thought she spotted a familiar face. She walked up to the window and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a young man with chestnut hair and a bright smile.

"Is that…?" She grew excited and quickly approached the fellow named Feliks.

"Can you hold that fabric for me, please?" she asked him. "I'll be right back!"

"Oh! Sure!" he said. "Name please?"

"Elise Zwingli."

"Gotcha. It'll be here on the counter," he said with a smile.

She darted out of the store and peered over to where she spotted the young man. She was able to get a better view of his profile and her heart skipped a beat. It was that Italian fellow from the night of the party.

She had thought about him during those long weeks of confinement as she battled that nasty cold. She thought about his bright smile, the pleasant sound of his accented voice, the way one solitary curl always seemed to stick out of place; it all made her smile. At the recollection of his mentioning an Italian city that was entirely built upon water, she had decided that on one of the days she didn't feel so weak, she would look the city up in one of the books in her brother's library. Upon further research, she had discovered that the city's name was Venice. She had thought about telling the young man about what she had read, and hoped that he could tell her more in detail. And now, it seemed that fate had given her the perfect opportunity, for there he was, just a few yards away. It made her stomach churn a little, for she had no idea when she would have been able to see him again.

With a deep intake of breath, she began walking towards him and upon further inspection noticed that he seemed to be talking to someone: a young woman.

Elise stopped. She twirled the handle of her umbrella. Should she go up to them? Would they be startled? They seemed so engrossed in their conversation, and Elise could tell that the girl wasn't a noble like she was. The girl seemed to be among the working class, like Feliciano. Elise worried at her lip. After all, they probably wouldn't understand why someone like her would want to talk to people like them, and that saddened her. She never did understand the rules of class and convention.

A gust of wind blew at that exact moment, and her umbrella flew out of her hands and landed right by his feet. Elise felt mortified. Should she walk up to get it, or should she wait until he figured out whom it belonged to?

Feliciano quickly noticed the umbrella near him and darted over to pick it up. Upon inspecting it, the girl beside him nodded in the direction of…

"Elise…" he breathed. His eyes widened. Was it really her, standing there on the side of the street, watching him? A big smile spread over his face and he quickly bid the other girl goodbye. He then approached the young lady, who looked quite flustered.

"It is you!" he said as soon as he was close enough.

She was smiling and her cheeks were pink.

"Hello again… Feliciano," she said quietly.

"You remembered my name!" He exclaimed, though he wanted to slap himself right after he said that.

I sound like a complete idiot!

Elise bashfully nodded and said, "Do you remember mine?"

"Of course I do!" How could I forget it? "It's Elise." His voice softened when he uttered her name. Suddenly, he realized…

"Oh! Is this yours?" he asked, holding up the umbrella. Elise couldn't help but giggle slightly at his abrupt change of mood.

"Yes, yes it is. Thank you for grabbing it. I hope I didn't interrupt anything between you and that girl…" She took the umbrella out of his hands, all the while inwardly wondering who that girl was, if she knew Feliciano well, and if they were … close.

"Oh, no, we were just saying hello to one another and she wanted to know how Elizaveta was doing! I… I'm happy to see you…" He was beginning to feel bashful himself. The atmosphere began to turn awkward between them as they both looked away, trying to focus on something else besides each other. Elise wanted to say something, anything! Before she was able to come up with something though, Feliciano spoke up.

"So what brings you to town?" he asked. "Did you come here by yourself?"

She shook her head. "I actually came here with my brother's assistant, but he had to run some errands."

"Would – I mean, if it's not too much to ask – would you like to walk around the town with me?" Feliciano asked hesitantly. He didn't want to say goodbye to her just yet.

To his delight, Elise complied.

"I would be delighted to," she answered, "but I just need to fetch my purchase first." She pointed to the fabric store.

"I am going to make a shirt for my brother and I just bought some nice fabric for it."

"Well, then let's go get it!"Feliciano exclaimed, unconsciously taking her by the hand. Elise was surprised, but she said nothing against it. His hand was warm and even though it was covered in calluses, she liked the feel of it holding hers.

The two of them trotted up to the fabric store and Feliciano opened the door for Elise with a low bow.

"After you, my lady!" he said, being half serious and half in jest.

"Thank you, good sir!" she answered, acting as snooty as possible. She stuck her nose in the air, which set them both giggling. They were obviously being loud, for the lady whom Elise met earlier stared at them. Still giggling, Elise went up to the store counter and greeted the lady.

"Hello again. I put some fabric on hold under the name Elise Zwingli."

The lady nodded. "Here you go." Elise was handed a parcel with the cut and measured fabric she had picked out and she told the store owner to charge it to the Zwingli family's accounts.

"That looks nice!" Feliciano exclaimed as he peered into the parcel. "I like the color!"

Miss Lukasiewicz smiled. "Feliciano! What's a rascal like you doing with a nice lady like Miss Zwingli?" she teased.

Feliciano's face reddened from embarrassment. "What are you talking about? I happen to be the lady's friend!"

He turned to Elise with wide eyes. "Right?" he asked.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes."

"See?" He grinned. "Now if you'll excuse us," he said, putting on the snooty attitude this time, "we have to be going."

The lady rolled her eyes as they headed out of the store. "Just be careful of that one, little Miss!" she called. "He'll charm the gold right out of your pockets!"

Feliciano threw her a look as they left.

"I wouldn't do such a thing," he muttered, standing at Elise's side. "I won't try to charm gold or money from you! I promise!" he cried, looking into her eyes.

He was surprised to find that she was stifling laughter.

"What is it?"

She took a couple of breaths before answering. "It's just… your face… She was obviously teasing you, Feliciano. But you looked so upset…" Elise had to pause as she continued to laugh.

"You mean, you didn't believe her?"

"No. Oh, Feliciano, you're so cute!" she continued to giggle a little while longer until the realization of what she just said sunk in.

Did she really say that? And out loud to Feliciano's face? She was horrified.

"I… I mean… um…" Elise clutched her parcel in one hand and looked away. With the other hand, she covered her warming cheek. But Feliciano laid a hand on one of her shoulders and peered over to look at her reddening face.

"Thank you," he said sweetly. He smiled. "Why don't we walk around the town a little bit?"

A smile could be seen behind her hand. She nodded.

Feliciano grinned and they both began walking around. He held her umbrella as they approached different store windows. They stared into them like little children would and even pointed sometimes. Their favorite store to look into was the bakery. The many delicacies of pastries, chocolates and candies made their mouths water.

"We should buy something!" he said.

"All right!"

The two entered the shop and it didn't take long before they both agreed on picking out small pieces of chocolate mint fudge. The only problem was that Feliciano didn't have enough money for two pieces.

"I could buy them if you want," Elise offered.

"No!" Feliciano cried. "I'm the gentleman. I shouldn't be letting you have to worry about stuff like that!"

Elise began giggling yet again. "I don't mind," she said.

But Feliciano would not be moved. "I just don't think it would be right," he said sadly. "I'm sorry, Elise…"

"How about we just share one piece!" she exclaimed brightly. Feliciano's mood lightened quickly.

"Si! We'll do that!"

And so the crisis was averted and the two of them broke the piece of fudge in half to share.

"Where to next?" she asked as they began exiting the bakery. They stood outside under the awning.

"Well, we could - "

Suddenly thunder crashed and rain began pouring down. True to Emil's earlier concerns, the rain had returned.

"Oh dear," she said worriedly. "With this weather, Emil will be looking for me…"

"Who?" Feliciano asked, suddenly quite curious (and somewhat concerned) at the sound of that masculine name.

"The young man I came into town with… remember? He's my brother's assistant."

"O-Oh." Feliciano began wondering who this young man was, what he looked like, and if Elise thought he was cute too.

Suddenly he noticed that Elise seemed hesitant to walk into the rain and she held her coat close to herself. He opened her umbrella and held it up above her.

"Why don't we head back to the fabric shop?" he offered. "That's probably where he'll be looking for you, right?"

The appreciation in her eyes made his heartbeat quicken.

"Yes. Thank you, Feliciano," she said quietly.

As they began to walk out into the rain, she noticed that he was getting quite wet. The umbrella was mostly shielding her and not him.

"Here," she suddenly said. They stopped walking. Elise took his hand that held the umbrella and wrapped it around her shoulders. This caused him to have to stand close to her. Now his hand hung over her shoulder and they both could hold the umbrella's handle.

"Now we can both remain dry!" Elise said brightly.

"Yes…" Feliciano said softly.

That was his only response, as he was at a loss for words to say anything more. He was so close to her. He could easily wrap his other arm around her waist if he wanted to. He didn't of course. He just lightly held her free arm by the hand. Despite her thoughtful actions to keep him dry, his back was quickly getting soaked, but that didn't matter to him. Not when he was in such an agreeable position.

She smelled quite nice; perhaps it was coming from her hair. Feliciano began to wonder what it would feel like between his fingers. Her hand he had held was so soft and little, and he wondered if the rest of her was just as soft…

He mentally slapped himself. What was wrong with him? No girl had such a strong impact on him like this! Sure, he had felt slight passions before, but never to this extent! He had even begun to wonder how soft her lips would feel! And besides, she was so cute the way she giggled and just pulled his arm around her the way she did. It was hard to believe that she was among the nobles. She seemed so at ease with the lower classes: she traveled with her brother's assistant, freely talked with the store's owner and she was happy to spend time with him!

Feliciano was beginning to desire more time with this girl. He had thought about her quite a bit after that night of the party. He had begun to wonder what her home life was like, how she spent her days, if she had any family and if she did things similar to Miss Edelstein. The last thing he had ever hoped to imagine, however, was that he would see her again. Thus, when he saw her coming towards him and the way she shyly glanced at him when her umbrella landed at his feet, the emotions that ran through him were almost overwhelming.

They arrived at the fabric shop too soon for him. He was surprised to see that a small, single carriage was sitting outside the shop and coming out of the shop was a young man that Feliciano recognized to be the fellow who had called Elise back inside the night of the party. He quickly noticed the two of them and ran up, with a hood over his head.

"Elise! Where have you been? I – I was afraid that…" He then noticed that Feliciano was standing almost behind her underneath the umbrella.

"Hello. Who is this?"

Deep inside, something told Feliciano that he should resent this man, but he didn't put much thought into that… for the moment.

"My name is Feliciano Vargas," he offered.

"He's the Italian gentleman I told you about!" Elise said pleasantly.

So she's talked about me… Things were getting better and better for the young man.

Meanwhile, Emil did not look too impressed.

"I see. Well, pleased to meet you, I'm sure. My name is Emil Steilsson. I hate to seem rude, but we've got to go. And Elise, we need to get you out of the rain!"

She sighed good-naturedly and shook her head. "Yes, Emil," she said.

Emil was going to offer to take the umbrella away from the Italian, but Feliciano quickly ushered Elise to the cab's door, continuing to keep the umbrella above her head. Emil opened the door and she quickly stepped inside the vehicle.

"Good grief, you two! Stop surrounding me! Feliciano, you don't know any better, but Emil, you know I don't need to be babied that much!"

Emil nodded. "Sorry. All right, I guess we'll head out then."

He turned to Feliciano and bowed his head. "Pleasure to meet you."

Feliciano returned the sentiment, though no real feeling of camaraderie passed between them.

"Travel safely," he said.

As Emil hopped onto the driver's seat and began readying the horse, Feliciano peered into the window to bid farewell to Elise.

"You're positively soaked!" she exclaimed. "Do you want my umbrella?"

He shook his head. "No, no. Wouldn't want you catching cold!"

She looked concerned. "I don't want you to catch one either!"

He grinned. "I'll be fine, Elise. I have a good immune system!"

The carriage began moving and Elise quickly stuck her head out a little to get closer to him.

"Take care, Feliciano!"

"You too, Elise. Will…" He began walking faster so as not to be left behind as the carriage began moving.

"Will I see you again?"

Elise looked troubled. "Maybe…" was all she could say. She honestly didn't know. It all depended on whether her brother wanted to visit Mr. Edelstein or vice versa.

"I hope so!" Feliciano said as the carriage got away from him. He stood there, getting wetter by the minute, just watching the carriage head out of town. He saw Elise peer out the window in the rain and wave her hand. He waved back.

"I hope so, la mia ragazza bella…"

Meanwhile, Elise sat in the carriage, smiling and quietly laughing. She didn't quite understand the feelings that were beginning to take over her emotions, but she did know that nothing would make her happier than to see that young Italian man again…


A/N: Yay! You all knew who Emil is supposed to be! Cookies for everyone!

lol anyways...

First Emil and now Feliks worm their way into this! Sadly, though, I don't think Feliks will be a recurring character like Emil will be.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Now that I've gotten it done, I've gotta slap my hands and finish that chapter for my ensey tale. -_-

Sorry if the editing is bad. I'll come back and proofread it later. :)