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She didn't know what compelled her. Not quite sure why she had woken up in a cold sweat, unable to breathe and unable to think. She couldn't even remember what she dreamt of or the memories that might have played along the stream of her conscious. But none of that seemed to matter as her hand desperately began its search.

Where? Where is it?!

She threw herself off the small make-shift bed quickly. Her head whipped around before grabbing her bag and dumping its contents across the floor. The messy way her lead rolled and clattered, the crumpled papers that scrambled. She couldn't think straight. Her eyes darted back and forth as her fingers grasped for straws of reality.

Her notebook felt like a rock in her hand. The pencil a feather. Her breath was ragged and she was sure she looked insane in that very moment in the middle of the night where not a soul could see her. She could barely see, but the faintest shadows of her limbs and the quiet tremble of her hands in the cold were there.

The pages were flipped quickly and even in her shock she tried dreadfully hard not to rip the other pages of her sketches out, afraid that she would lose them to. Ruin the beauty that she had created in other wakings. And when she finally found the next clear page, a sheet of dusted white, crinkles of age rolling through the edges she laid it flat beneath her gaze.

She stretched it out and pushed everything else to the side. She shoved all of her other utensils out of the way, cleared an arc of dirt so that the pages could be untouched. And then she lurched forward unable to contain herself as her pencil danced across the page.

Lines of gray edges filling in empty space. Various shade of light painting the demise of her dreams of her pains and her pride. Her knees ached from holding her weight as she drew. Her shoulders shook and her eyes threatened to fall shut from exhaustion.

But it was so clear in that moment. It was so real in that moment.

The scrapes of her point on the thin sheet. The music that it played in the silence of camp. She couldn't always remember her dreams. She didn't want to. She knew if she remembered them, she wouldn't be able to move past it.

She was already nothing, a hollow shell of her former self. Anymore damage done to her and Clarke was sure she wouldn't come back from it. She would never completely be the same. The beginning of this war scared her, but it was the end of the war that terrified her.

And when the picture finally started to take shape, when two pair of eyes met her own blue ones in the dark she knew. Clarke knew that things were horribly wrong with her.


"Are you even listening to me?" Raven sighed irritably. Clarke's head turned and her lips parted, realizing she had once again been caught. The apology was already on her lips when the mechanic shook her head. "I know. Don't sweat it."

The blonde bit the inside of her cheek. She should have been paying attention. She really had tried, but her eyes refused to stay open. Her thoughts refused to remain quiet. It was like this now. She could never seem to stay completely here. She always floated elsewhere.

"I'm sorry." She said softly even though she knew she had already been forgiven.

Raven merely hummed in response. "So what's the plan?"

Clarke contained the scoff that threatened to spill. "If I say I don't have one?"

They continued to walk and with each step Clarke dreaded their path more. Her mother had called a meeting for the leaders of Camp Jaha. The blonde had noticed the nervous way many of the Sky People still acted around in the Grounder Camp. It worried her, but it was coming to attention that with Bellamy inside the mountain plans would be commencing for an attack soon.

They needed a united front or all would be lost.

It kept the focus on the war for now, but afterword Clarke wondered what would happen. Because she was unsure if her people would ever accept their life here among the grounders. Or maybe that was just simply her mother.

It wouldn't be the first time Clarke had seen Abby after Tondc, but it would be the first time without the distraction of other requirements.

And there was something that she had come to understand about Abby and herself. Abby could not separate herself from Chancellor. She could not differentiate the two people because they were one. For Clarke there was two of her. The part of her that led hundreds and hundreds of people and the part of her that was just a girl dreaming of the ground.

Although that part of her seemed to be slowly fading away.

Raven smirked. "Well, it won't be the first time we show up unannounced and without a game plan."

The blonde gave a small smile at her friend's continued optimism and antics. For a while Clarke had been unsure if she had lost Raven to after Finn's death. It had hurt her. She could see it in her eyes and the way it lingered meant she still wasn't past it. But she was trying. They all were.

"My mother won't be happy." Clarke warned. "You don't have to come with me Raven."

The brunette scoffed. "And miss all the fun? You're crazy."

She heard what she really meant though. I won't leave you alone.

She bit her lip. They would eventually. They had to. For their safety, for their protection and survival everyone needed to be kept at a safe distance. For now she could enjoy Raven's presence. Enjoy the tiny comfort of having a friend.

By the time the duo had reached the tent that had been designated for the Sky People, Clarke was calm. If there was one thing she had learned from Lexa it was to be confident in your own authority. If you questioned yourself than the slaughter that others would do would be just as ruthless.

Clarke belonged here. She knew that. Deep down whether she liked it or not her place was at the head of the table. She wasn't here for the power or for the chance to relish over her control of them. She was here because she wanted to save her friends.

When she opened the door she could hear her mother's voice clearly.

"I believe we can start now. There's a lot I think we need to discuss befo-" Abby stopped when the door creaked open. There weren't many people in the room. It had been herself, Kane, the head of guard and her assistant, the medical doctor, and then Wick by default.

The new and not so improved council. It was a start.

"Clarke?" It was Kane that spoke first.

"Sorry I'm late." The blonde said tersely before going and taking a seat. Raven was quick to follow in her footsteps a grim look on her face. The deathly silence that echoed her footsteps beat like drums in her ears.

Her mother cleared her throat. "Clarke what are you doing here?"

She cocked her head for a moment. There was warning in her voice. She knew it well enough. Just like her mother knew exactly what she was doing here. "This is a meeting about the attack right? About Tondc and the Grounders? My friends and the plans going forward in the war?"

Silence. Clarke took that as her yes.

"Then my place is here. Anything you plan, I should know."

She had never been particularly good at darts, but here on the ground she never missed.

It wasn't hard to watch the frown that spread across Abby's face. But Clarke wasn't here as her daughter. She wasn't here as Raven's friend or a teenage girl completely out of her league. She was here as Clarke of the Sky People. She was the envoy between those of the ground and those not. She was the key.

It wasn't arrogance that guided her hands. It was the fact that leadership was thrusted upon her.

Blue eyes watched as Kane who sat beside her searched for the right words to say. He looked for something amicable that might appease her. "Clarke maybe you sh-"

"I'm not asking to be here." She said staring directly at her mother. "And since I've not been clear before in the past it's something I'll have to say now. I'm here. I'm not leaving. If you plan to accomplish anything you are going to have to trust me because it will be me that makes the decisions with Lexa."

She could see her mother's face tighten angrily. The air in the room far tenser than it was before. She could even feel Raven beside her shift uncomfortably. And that was one thing that set her apart from everyone else.

"You may be the chancellor, but I'm in charge."

Clarke was willing to do the things that no one else would.

Abby's jaw clenched painfully. "Everyone out." The two head guards and medic didn't need another warning before they left. It was Raven and Kane that lingered even though she knew they wanted to leave as well. This conversation had been a long time coming.

"Abby-"

"Out." She said her eyes never leaving her daughters as she sat calmly in the chair in front of her. "I need to speak to my daughter alone."

Kane only sighed in defeat before leaving. He wouldn't be far. If things got out of hand he'd be near enough to come. Abby glanced at Raven murderously, but the mechanic held her ground. They had been on the ground far too long to be afraid of withering glances and things that didn't have the teeth to physically eat them.

It was a gentle touch and a head nod from Clarke that had her standing and quickly leaving. And when the door shut behind her the blonde knew all the cards were on the table.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Abby seethed.

Clarke fought the urge to get angry. "Honestly? Nothing. The only thing I'm doing is what needs to be done. What are you doing trying to hold a meeting like this without my knowledge?"

The older woman laughed. It wasn't kind and it wasn't gentle. "I don't need to inform you of anything. You're a child Clarke. Something you have seemed too have forgotten."

Clarke stood up hands on the table meeting her mother's challenge. "I haven't been a child since you sent me down to the ground to die. That's not an excuse you can keep using."

"I was doing what I had to Clarke!" Her mother said throwing her hands up. "I was trying to protect you. I still am trying to protect you! Whether or not you deserve that anymore I don't know." And there it was. The disgust and the contempt that her mother now held for her. The disbelief of all that Clarke had done.

"And what exactly do you think I'm doing now? I am doing what is necessary."

"It was necessary to let 350 people die Clarke? That was necessary? The Clarke I know would have never even considered that. She would have found another way. She would have warned us."

Clarke noted the way Abby separated her. It wasn't an us that included Clarke. It was one that set her apart, that made her stand alone. "Kind of like when you floated my father and murdered your own husband?" Her mother recoiled back as if she had been hit.

"That was different and you know it." The denial was clear, the refusal to believe the evidence that was so strongly there.

"No, it's not. It's exactly the same." She said through gritted teeth. "I will never forgive you for it, but you did what you thought you had to do. What you thought was best for the people on the Ark. Not for the little girl that would lose her father."

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that Clarke. I had no idea that Jaha would float him. I wanted him to convince your father out of it." Her mother was crying, but she didn't feel the need for tears. "He was supposed to help." Hadn't she cried enough already?

Clarke shook her head. "That's a lie. You thought of everyone else. You thought about their survival. You did it for them. Just like I am doing this for us."

Why can't you understand? Why can't you believe in me?

Abby straightened and her shoulders slicked back as Clarke recognized her adopting her chancellor look. "That is not your decision to make." Clarke wanted to laugh. She truly did because despite all her words she still wasn't getting it. It was going to take more to make her mother see the reality of her situation.

She didn't blame her for the things that had happened. She didn't blame her or any of the other adults for sending her to the ground. In fact, she felt as if she understood them more and she hated herself for it. Because it meant she had become everything she said she never would. She didn't forgive them, she didn't hold any love for their outcomes but she accepted them for the realities that they were.

This was there life. And there would be no changing it.

"That's where you're wrong. I'm the only one that gets to make that decision."

And with that final note she stood up and walked away. Because there was nothing left for her to say that she hadn't already. It was weird the role reversal that she was in, but there was no time to dwell on the things that were.

"I don't know who the hell you are anymore." Her mother's broken voice lingered out, but Clarke never faulted in her footsteps. She couldn't. Her mother wanted to hurt her, but she could never be more ashamed of her than Clarke was of herself.

On her way out she passed Kane who made no attempts to stop her. And as she glanced at him she wondered if she could find ally in him? If she was right he would support her even wary as he was. The man was learning to give her the benefit of the doubt from his own mistakes. Just as she was learning from their mistake to make better decisions.

Maybe he could convince her mother as well.

"I don't expect you to fully support me, I just ask that you trust that anything I do are for the right reasons." Clarke paused choosing her words carefully. "The girl you knew on the Ark, she's not the one that's standing here now Kane."

She's long gone.

Kane stared at her back. "No, she's not. She's the splitting image of her father."

Clarke stiffened.

"He would be proud of you."

"Would he?" The bitter words left her lips. She hadn't been able to stop them. They had been the words she asked herself all day. It was the question she saw in her reflection. "Because I don't think he'd recognize me."

She knew he knew about Tondc. Clarke had no doubt that her mother had told him. The look he had seen on his face earlier when she walked in was enough to know. It was funny how much you realized when people began to look at you differently. When they saw you as the reason for all their pain.

Kane shook his head. "He would because I still do. You think you've changed Clarke and I won't deny that you have. You've changed far more than anyone your age should have had to. But the little girl I watched grow in her father's light is still there. She might be a little dusted and bruised but she's there."

She felt small under his gaze. "That's wishful thinking in war times."

"It is. But so is asking for a mother to let go of her child."

Clarke was silent.

The older man sighed. And it was of exhaustion and of age and she realized just how truly old he was now. "I've done things I'm not proud of Clarke. The choices I've made have not always been the correct ones, but that is part of living."

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darkening as he remembered all the things he wished to forget. You wanted to. You always wanted to forget the things that hurt you, but you never can. The pain just buries itself so far into your heart that you learn to live with it. "My decisions have cost many people their lives, people who shouldn't have had to pay for my arrogance and self-righteous."

"Is there a point to this Kane?" The blonde interrupted tersely. She hid the hand that shook at her sides, the one that betrayed all of her doubt and fear.

"I support you and I will talk to your mother."

Clarke nodded her head. "Thank yo-"

"But remember so long as you take on this responsibility other people will always be the consequence. Not you, but everyone around you. People will die and the first one everyone will look to blame is you. But if anyone can do it, if anyone can come back from this when this is all over Clarke… I believe it to be you."

Clarke said nothing as her feet began moving again. She didn't want to hear his words because she didn't believe them. She couldn't. Because believing in them meant so much more, it meant having hope. As much as she wanted to find the light in the dark she knew nothing good could come out of it.

For her to succeed, for her to lead as many people out of this alive as possible she had to stay in the dark. She had to sacrifice every part of her body, soul, and mind to the dark. Because only then could she make the decisions to save them. Only then could she do what she had to.

She saved them by losing herself.

She glanced up at the sky. The sun was almost at midday. Clarke couldn't stop the frown that pulled at the corner of her lips. Her fingers danced on her thigh as she drummed nervously. She had time. In her tent she had stashed her bottle. The bottle that gave her liquid courage and settled her mind. Then she would leave.

Then I will go and meet Lexa.


This was her fifth session. Or maybe it was her fourth. Really, as she looked up at the Sky, Clarke had no idea nor did she particularly care at the moment. Blue eyes curiously looked and she couldn't believe that two suns danced in front of hers. Maybe she had hit her head harder than she had expected.

What she did know was that she was in pain. Her body physically ached all over.

"Get up Clarke." The voice came from somewhere above. She knew who it was. She also knew what would happen if she got back up again.

"Fuck you." She said lying flat on her back. The thought of tomorrow and how much it would hurt to wake made her cringe. Clarke had thought she had been sore before just learning the movements, but now she knew. She knew because it hurt to move her damn pinky.

This fucking sucked. A lot.

She heard Lexa sigh irritably. This almost made her smile. Good. If she couldn't land a single blow on her in battle she could at the least annoy her to the point of death. That still counted as a win right?

"Your mind is elsewhere."

Clarke pushed herself on her elbows and stared at Lexa. "Fuck you." She said again. She didn't particularly feel like having a conversation right now. She wasn't angry, not even particularly mad that she asked. She just didn't want to talk about it. Coming here and doing this meant that she got away.

It meant she didn't have to think about it.

They were alone in a clearing. Lexa had told her at their first session that this place was where she went to train alone. It wasn't particularly pretty, but it was practical. It embodied everything that Lexa was.

Clarke had questioned her on whether or not it was safe and Lexa had responded that almost no one knew of it. It would just be them. They would have their privacy.

"Privacy to kick my ass" Even though her body protested Clarke pushed to her feet. She was covered in dirt, her hair was wild, and sweat glistened off her skin. She was bleeding in a few places where Lexa had nicked her. A deeper cut on her arm had paused them not long ago and while Lexa hadn't apologized Clarke had seen it in her eyes.

"I will not waste my time if your focus is not here." Clarke finally chanced looking at the Commander's face. She didn't see the signs of anger like she might have thought just the confusion to Clarke's disobedience.

It was funny just how well Lexa could read her. How much she could tell in her facial expressions and movements.

It had only been days since they had started their time together. They rarely said words other than Again and Dead, but she had never felt closer to Lexa. She had never felt more alive. They way her eyes sparkled when she fought, the concentration and fluidity of her movement. It was beautiful to watch.

Clarke could fall a thousand times, be beaten until she could no longer move and she would take it all just to watch Lexa for a moment. Because Lexa was the most interesting person Clarke had ever met. And that scared her.

"If I remember correctly, I wasn't the one who asked you for this." The words were out before she could stop them. And the moment she saw the stiffness in Lexa's shoulder she wished she could have taken it back. It was wrong.

Lexa opened her mouth to say something, but Clarke cut her off. "Let's go again."

She hadn't forced her. As much as Clarke wanted to think Lexa made her come out here, she didn't. Everyday Clarke chose to come see her. She chose to believe her. And yet she still held back in letting the Commander in.

The blonde didn't mean to take it out on the Commander. She was the last person that deserved any kind of lashing because although she wouldn't say it Clarke appreciated these meetings. She looked forward to them. It gave her a distraction, a means to get better.

Sometimes they went once a day, other times they went twice a day. The first time Lexa had knocked her flat on her ass within the first ten seconds. And it was from there that Clarke made it her goal to wipe the smug look that followed off of the Commander's face.

Each day showed some progress. She lasted a second or two longer. Her reflexes much more in tune with that of her surroundings. The sessions were helping. Lexa was helping. And when it was the two of them out here for a moment Clarke was happy it was Lexa here.

She wanted to think she would have been happy if it were anyone. Wanted to think that she wasn't happy because of Lexa. That it was the training and the distraction. But the Sky Princess knew deep in her heart what the answer was. It could only be Lexa. It wouldn't be the same otherwise.

Because her presence was the only thing that made her forget.

She would never admit that either.

Because it meant too much. It meant she wanted more.

Clarke rolled her shoulders and picked her dagger back up. It still felt odd in her hands, but at least now she understood how to use it. She settled her feet apart and felt her weight shift to the back foot. One hand lifted to guard her face and the other with the dagger settling forward by her waist.

She watched as green eyes appraised her stance looking for any mistake before nodding. Clarke had learned quickly that attacking Lexa first got her nowhere. Against an experienced fighter, against the Commander, she had no chance and the blonde had never been good at the offensive game.

She waited. And then when they came. She fought back.

The only warning with Lexa that Clarke had was the shuffling of feet. It was instant the way she moved. She never took it easy on her, but she also knew that Lexa would never intentionally hurt her.

And when she slashed, Clarke felt her body moving backward to avoid it. She herself was quick to try and go in for a jab to the ribcage so eager for success, but so far out of her league. This is why she had guns. There was no need for this. She could hide in the bushes; she could stand right in front of you. It didn't matter. A gun would always shoot straight. And with the right shooter, a bullet never missed.

She felt Lexa grab her forearm and then there was a flying sensation. Clarke felt the air leave her lungs where the brunette had firmly planted her foot to her stomach. Her feet slid back, but the blonde fought for the balance to not fall. If she fell, Lexa would be all over her.

Clarke laughed as she gasped for air. It hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt. Her body was rushing with an adrenaline that she forgot she could have. The kind of adrenaline that made you excited and not scared.

She looked at Lexa and found green eyes transfixed on her. Clarke didn't know what it was that made Lexa not leave her, but she hoped it never stopped. She hoped Lexa would always look at her like she did now.

She didn't think Lexa even knew how she looked at her. How much she made Clarke feel.

"It'll take more than that to knock me out Commander." Clarke teased through a ragged breath. She enjoyed the amusement she saw race through green eyes. Saw the way that the Commander couldn't hide the small tug of a smirk.

She felt as if she was on a high from the adrenaline. And focusing on that felt so much better than focusing on anything else. Clarke thought the smile that threatened to overtake her own face would split in half.

"I don't believe you've landed a hit yet Sky Princess." Clarke sucked in a breath to find Lexa already at her side and when she felt her legs kicked out from underneath of her she felt her head pound against the ground. That would leave a bump, she just knew it.

At the end of this she would be sure to have the best collection of purple bruises on her pale body.

When she opened her eyes to look up instead of the sky it was green eyes and a smug face that met her from above. She held in the discomfort at Lexa's foot digging into her chest again. The Commander really could be ruthless when she wanted.

"Dead." She said simply. She took off the pressure from her chest but refused to remove her foot. Clarke raised an eyebrow, but didn't fight it.

"Tell me what troubles you." Lexa's eyes had softened and Clarke controlled the odd urge to smile at their relationship. She couldn't be angry. She didn't know why she couldn't because she probably should be trapped under her foot. Instead she just felt amused.

"Are you asking me or are you ordering me?"

Lexa didn't pause in her response. "Both."

You.

"Why do you want to know?"

Lexa bit her lip; Clarke had caught her off guard momentarily. Why did she want to know? The desire to know burned in her stomach as to what troubled the Sky girl. The way blue eyes stared at her from the ground built a desire in her body. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't care about what Clarke felt.

Lexa turned on her heels and went to the other side of the clearing.

Love is weakness

"Again."

Clarke sighed and got up. The walls were back up. She could see it in the way that Lexa stood. That's what infuriated her. They would make progress. Clarke would get the impression that she was finally getting to know the woman underneath the Commander and then she did this. She walked away, she shut down and there was nothing Clarke could do.

Lexa didn't trust her and as long as that stood Clarke knew she couldn't trust Lexa.

As much as I may want to.

As she settled back into the stance she taught herself, she chose not to wait. Blue eyes focused in on the Commander as she slowly walked around her. She watched as green eyes never left hers. Lexa stood unfazed.

Clarke had learned one thing during all of her short training. You couldn't think. The more you thought, the more you compromised yourself. She wasn't learning anything new, she was honing what was already there. Planning would do nothing because in battle everything could change.

The only thing they could do was be prepared.

She was the first to charge not wanting Lexa to come at her. She raised to slash with the blade in her hand mimicking what Lexa had done earlier. She could see confidence in Lexa's eyes. That would be her downfall.

As Lexa shifted to match her blade, Clarke spun out to slam her elbow into Lexa's ribs. The reaction was instant as the brunette doubled over in pain. The triumph that flared in Clarke's chest was overwhelming. But the recovery was faster than she had anticipated and when Lexa's blade was brought across her collarbone, Clarke felt the sting of the edge.

She was quick to use the blunt of her own dagger to slam into Lexa's wrist. The Commander dropped her weapon and Clarke was soon to follow. Instinct took over and the blonde did the only thing that came to mind.

She tackled the Commander of the entire Grounder Army to the ground.

Clarke didn't take into account the fall and how for a moment they would roll. She didn't take into account how strong Lexa really was as they grappled. She probably should have. Because as they rolled and Lexa took control, Clarke realized again at just how much of a disadvantage she had.

"Fuck." Clarke breathed out as she stared up into green eyes. Lexa straddled her hips, her full weight pressed down upon her. Her wrists held high above her head. Lexa looked down at her with unreadable eyes and blood dripped down from a small cut on her lip.

Her lips were parted and Clarke could focus on nothing but Lexa's face. She wanted to know every contour, every dip of her skin. "You lose." The Commander whispered lowly. Her face was closer than it should have been. They both knew it. Clarke could feel her breath on her cheek.

She could have gotten up at any time just like she had before. She could have gotten up and called for another round. But they were stuck there together and Lexa felt her body being pulled down like a weight. She was always drawn towards Clarke. She couldn't stop the pull that brought them together constantly even if she continued to fight it.

They looked terrible. They were a mess. They were both all sorts of fucked up and too far gone. And Clarke didn't understand. Because every time she felt far, every time she felt lost, there Lexa was. She was lost in the darkness, she had accepted her realities.

If anyone can come back from this Clarke…. I believe it to be you.

Kane's words whispered in her head.

"Everything." Clarke said with honesty. "Everything troubles me or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I can't stop thinking about the war and about other people and what is going to happen. And I'm praying that we win. Because we need to win. I can't lose this. If I lose this than everything I've done means nothing. The person that I'm becoming will have been for nothing. And there are time when I can barely look at myself because I hate what I see."

She paused for a moment trying to gauge anything in Lexa's eyes. Because if she was wrong everything could fall apart. "But worse than that I can't stop thinking about you. You are always on my mind Lexa. And as lost as I feel, you are always there. There has to be more to life than just surviving. There has to be more for us."

Clarke's eyes flitted down to Lexa's lips. And then she closed the distance.

They were so much softer than she imagined. It was gentle and desperate and the blonde could only hope that everything she was feeling were known. Because she wanted Lexa to know.

It hadn't taken even a moment for the older girl to respond and when her hands fell from her face to cup pale white skin, she was in bliss. Nothing could have compared for this. Her chest was bursting and Clarke's body underneath of her was warm as she pressed against it, yearned for it.

This had been building for weeks. But they couldn't do this. They knew that.

It was when Clarke's hands found their way around her neck that Lexa fully realized what was happening. She broke the contact and tore herself away from the body on the ground. Her eyes were wide and Clarke stared at her.

Clarke hadn't known what had come over her, but she knew she had made a mistake. The look in Lexa's eyes were all she needed to know that she had made a mistake.

"Lexa, please." She begged already knowing what the Commander was going to do.

"Training is cancelled." And then Lexa left without another glance behind her.


A/N: Fourth chapter is up. Sorry it took a little while, but it took me some time to figure out where I wanted to take it and where I wanted it to go. I really do enjoy playing with Lexa and Clarke's behavior and how they interact with each other and I can only hope I'm doing them justice. It's curious to watch Clarke become stronger and letting go of who she used to be and Lexa realizing everything she wants to be.

Either way leave reviews let me know what you think.

Also, regarding my other one shot Speak Freely I got a few reviews about continuing it. I kind have an idea that I could run with, but I want to be sure. So if you think I should continue it or just leave it as it is if you could let me know that would be fantastic. Either way I'm really happy with that piece and how it turned out.

See ya

Chasing Fantasies