A/N: Welp, there goes my buffer.
Chapter Three! This chapter cuts off a bit earlier than I had originally planned, for the sake of not bloating the wordcount (it's already over 5000 words with authors notes). You'll probably be able to figure out where the original cut-off point was when it's reached in the next chapter.
(Also for some reason my word processor kept auto-capitalizing words, regardless of whether or not it was technically grammatically correct, so if you see a word capitalized when it probably shouldn't be, my bad. It's mostly on dialogue tags.)
In response to the guest who reviewed: Well… kinda? Sort of? If you look at my Soul Eater fic (and ignore the quality of the first few chapters - the wonders of two years of improvement, am I right?) you'll see that it's a mix of the canon storyline and original arcs, and that the characters have their own arcs and stories while being influenced by and being influences on the overarching canon plot. I intend for Skin Deep to be the same way. (In fact, Brandy'll have her own adventure while Lucy and Natsu are at Mt. Hakobe.) I don't like to tamper too heavily with the storyline, as those events happen for a reason, but I intend for every character I made (and there are many, I have a list) to be more than just a Canon Tagalong. I mean, do you really think I would create an entire city and Guild if I wasn't going to do SOMETHING with both? :T
If that's not your cup of tea or you're finding that the concept's grown a bit stale, I totally understand and won't hold it against you, but there's more to Skin Deep than meets the eye. (There's a brilliant parallel to be made about a store called Skin Deep having more depth that what's on the surface, but for the life of me I can figure out how to phrase it.)
Buuuut we'll never actually get to all those characters and storylines if we just stand around talking all day, so let's get to the actual chapter! Notes are at the end of the page!
DISCLAIMER: Fairy Tail is the intellectual property of Hiro Mashima. I have no intention of monetizing my fanwork, and this is merely an enjoyable passer of time.
Chapter Three - Board the Boat
It turned out that getting to the docks was a lot more difficult than she had originally imagined. Wow, wandering off on your own chasing a vague lead in a town you've never been in and don't know the layout off? Who would have thought that would have turned out poorly? The way the city was set up meant there were a lot of interconnecting roads and pathways leading above each other, turning what should have been a relatively easy to navigate port town into a veritable labyrinth of cobblestone, leading her to get turned around several times. Every time she found herself passing the fashion boutique again, her skin crawled with impatience and frustration and she had to take a couple minutes to pull herself together. She couldn't afford to fall apart this far away from the guild, especially over as something as petty as being a little lost.
By the time she had finally gotten to the docks, it was late in the evening and she had to deal with the crowds of well-dressed women pushing their way onto the boat. Damn it, this isn't going to make getting to Salamander any easier. Oh, well, at least I'll be able to blend in a lit-
"Hey, you in the cloak!"
-tle. Brandy sighs and turns towards the burly hired muscle who had called to her. "Yes, sir?" She said, putting on her best "naive ingenue" face. "Is there a problem?"
"This is a formal event," the burly man said, pushing through to crowd to come face-to-face with her. "There's no way you're getting on the boat dressed like that." He jabbed a finger at the thick wool of her overcloak.
"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry." Brandy clasped her hands together, staring up at him with the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster. (A pretty difficult task, considering the pale yellow shade of her irises tended to be more off-putting than anything else.) "It's just that my only fancy dresses are currently at the cleaners - there was an incident with some champagne, you understand - and I really wanted to attend Salamander's party! He was just so charming, back in the city. It would be an honor to meet him!" Besides, his cloak isn't that much different. Sure, mine covers more, but the style's similar.
"Yeah, well, that's a real shame for you, isn't it? Sorry, but rules are rules. If we let just anyone on, there wouldn't be any room to move in. So beat it." The man said. He folded his arms over his chest, his expression all but screaming, "don't mess with me or you'll be taking a very salty bath." Brandy would have to be very careful about how she approached this. It would take just the right combination of words to convince this man to let her aboard.
Or she could just… "Are you sure my outfit's not up to standard?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as she discretely pulled the hem of her overcloak aside, allowing just a glimpse at what she was wearing underneath. "I think it fits just nicely."
The man's cheeks reddened slightly, his gaze locked on what little she was showing. "Well… all right," he said. "But stay out of the way, you hear? I don't want you causing any sort of trouble. Master Salamander doesn't like hooligans on his ship."
I'm sure he doesn't. "Oh, thank you so much!" Brandy exclaimed, allowing her cloak to fall back into place. "Don't worry, I'll be on my very best behavior!" The man grumbled in response and returned to his station, allowing her to slip back into the crowd and board the board without any further difficulty.
She was glad that worked. While she lacked the voluptuous figures that every other woman in this part of Fiore seemed to have (seriously, the bra industry must have been booming), she still liked to consider herself a fairly attractive young woman, and her usual outfit made no secret of it. There's an upside to having a type of magic that requires large areas of uncovered skin, she thought as she made her way down the boat's deck.
She had to admit, it was a very nice party. Women in fancy dresses talked to each other and sipped some sort of fancy orange wine. The deck was strung with lights that cast a beautiful yellow glow across the polished wood, and the tablecloths were made of what seemed to be very high-quality fabric. Even the dishes were made of imported porcelain. "Wow, he really went the whole nine yards for this, didn't he?" Brandy murmured, passing between the tables and trying look as inconspicuous as a yellow-eyed woman wearing a heavy overcloak in July can look. " This shouldn't be too difficult. I just have to find out what Salamander's up to and I'll be back with Natsu and Happy in no ti-"
"Hey, Brandy!"
"Huh?" Brandy turned around to see a familiar blonde dressed in a crimson gown that fit her body very well, accentuating the curves of her chest and hips. "Lucy!" She exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," Lucy said. "I thought you said you had work stuff to get done. Or was that just code for something?"
"N-no, I'm still working. You know how it gets sometimes, never know where your job will take you." Brandy fought to keep her gaze situated at an appropriate level. No ogling pretty girls you just met, Brands. You're a woman on a mission, act like it. "Especially in my line of work. But you didn't answer my question. I figured you'd be the last person to get on Salamander's boat; you were the one to figure out his little 'party trick,' if you'll forgive the pun."
"Yeaaaah, well," Lucy began, a sheepish expression on her face as she waved her hand up and down, "he found me and gave me a special invitation. I was going to tell the creep to buzz off, but then he said that he could get me into that guild! All I gotta do is play nice, and he'll help me join!"
"And you… believed him?"
"Well, yeah!" Lucy exclaimed. "See, it turns out that he's actually a member! He's not just any old fire wizard named Salamander, he's Fairy Tail's Salamander!"
What. "What."
"I know, I couldn't believe it, either! I guess it's a bit odd that Fairy Tail would let a sleazeball like him into their guild, but I'm totally willing to kiss up to him a bit if it means I can get in. Not too much, though, I mean, it's not like I'm going to date him or anything."
Brandy barely heard half of what Lucy was telling her. That man's pretending to be from Fairy Tail? And not just anyone from Fairy Tail, he's pretending to be… Suddenly, her mother's message was starting to make a little bit more sense. Jeez, Mom, why didn't you just say "there's a dude sullying Fairy Tail's name, go kick his butt?" "Lucy, listen to me," she said, her voice dropping to an intense whisper as she met the other girl's coffee-brown gaze. "You can't trust that man. He's not-"
"Why, hello, ladies."
Damn it, why do people keep interrupting me?! Brandy glowered over Lucy's shoulder at "Salamander," who had suddenly appeared from the crowd. "My dear, I'm so glad you could make it," the indigo-haired imposter told Lucy. "When I didn't see you right away, I was worried you decided not to come."
"And miss talking to one of Fairy Tail's most famous wizards?" Lucy said, a little too cheerfully to be genuine. She hadn't been joking about kissing up to him. "No way! I have sooo many questions about your guild! I've always been a huge fan, you see!"
"Well, then. Why don't we head back to my quarters for a private drink, and I'll answer any questions you have? Assuming your friend here doesn't object too terribly." "Salamander" directed his attention to Brandy. "That's a strange choice of attire for a party. But don't worry," he reached out and took hold her chin, running a calloused thumb across her lower lip, "a girl with a face as pretty as yours can wear whatever she likes."
Brandy didn't answer; she just glared.
"Hm, not the talkative sort, are you?" "Salamander" removed his hand from her face, and it took all of Brandy's willpower not to instinctively jerk away, no matter how much his touching her made her skin writhe. As he steps back, "Salamander's" gaze flits down the the little bit of her throat visible underneath her cloak, and his eyes narrow dangerously. "Well, we'd best get going. Please, have some of the wine. It's some of the best wine Crocus has to offer." He wrapped an arm around Lucy's shoulder and started to leave, tugging the blonde along with him. "Ta ta!"
"Oh!" Lucy looked like she was trying very hard not to grimace at the contact. "Uh, sure. See you later, Brandy!"
"W-wait, Lucy!" But it was too late; "Salamander" and Lucy had already disappeared amongst the crowd. Brandy lifted a hand to the side of her neck. Did he see? Her blood runs a little cold at the thought. If he saw, that meant he at least had an idea of who she was, which meant she wasn't going to be able to stay on this boat for too long. She'd have to make her move quickly.
She looked around, trying to find a good place to start. As she did, she noticed that the girls around her were starting to get a little sluggish, swaying on their feet. Were it any other party, she would have just chalked it up to the wine, but…
The wine! She remembered the final part of her mother's message to her. Board the boat, but do not drink the wine. And then there was "Salamander's" insistence that she should, infact, partake of the refreshments. Did he put some sort of spell on the wine?
Her suspicions were confirmed not a moment later when one of the girls slumped to the ground, snoring faintly. Sleep magic. Bastard.
She had to do something. Her mind working overtime to come up with a plan, she moved across the deck until she "accidentally" bumped into one of the sleepy partygoers, a black-haired woman in a shimmery, ill-fitted blue gown, caused said woman to drop her spoon, and then "accidentally" stumbled and kicked said spoon under the nearest table for good measure. "Hhhey, wash where you're goin'," the woman slurred.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Brandy said, lifting her hands. "I'm just such a klutz sometimes, I swear. D-don't worry, I'll get it for you!" She wasted no time in getting down on her hands and knees and crawling underneath the table, ignoring the peeved whispers of the women behind her.
Well, mostly ignoring them. It's not a "potato sack," you uncultured wench, it's a Ranuncolo-made traveling cloak specially enchanted to protect from any skin irritants, and it's probably more expensive than that trashy number you call a dress.
As soon as she was completely hidden underneath the tablecloth, Brandy got to work, slipping a hand into her overcloak and opening up one of the several pouches she kept on her belt. "Come on, come on," she whispered. She pulled her hand out… and out followed a trail of rich, dark writing ink, floating in the air and chasing after her fingers. "There we go. Ink Magic: Ink Copy."
The ink reacted to the will of her magic, twisting and shaping itself into the rough shape of a person, and then refining itself into the shape of her. The pigments of the ink changed as well, replicating the soft browns of her skin, the dark sheen of her hair, and the greyish hue of her cloak. After a minute or so, a nearly perfect copy of her sat in front of her, with one difference: the eyes. Whereas her irises were yellow, the copy's irises were a flat, empty black, devoid of any variation in hue or shade. I can never get the eyes right…
The copy sat in front of her in patient silence, waiting for a command. So Brandy gave one. "I need you to go out there and give the girl in the shiny blue dress this," she said, grabbing the spoon off the floor and handing it to the copy. "Then I want you to pretend to drink some of the wine. Don't actually let it touch you, though; I don't want you diluting and giving everything away, you hear? A couple minutes after that, pretend like you've fallen asleep. You got that?"
The copy nodded. Not that she needed to ask the question or receive an answer; the copy was an automaton, lacking even the semi-sentience of a Construction, and would dutifully do whatever she needed it to until it was destroyed. Since it was so fragile, it made for a poor combat spell, but for subterfuge like this? Well, that's where her copy shown. "All right, then," Brandy whispered, pulling up the tablecloth slightly. "Get out there."
The fake Brandy scrambled out into the open, and the real Brandy curled up and made herself as small as she could, waiting for the right moment. The minutes ticked by, one by one, and with each passing moment came another thump as a woman fell the floor, out like a light. She knew it was hopeless to try and wake them up; if sleep magic really was the cause behind this, they'd sleep through a stampede until the spell wore off.
Eventually, her copy slumped over, eyes closed and body still, barely visible from underneath the tablecloth. A gruff, masculine voice floated its way from the other side of the deck. "Heh. Think that's the last of them. Thought she'd never fall asleep." Brandleif recognized the voice as belonging to the man who'd confronted her earlier.
"Yeah, no kidding," a higher-pitched but still distinctly male voice answered. A pair of calloused hands reached into view and roughly pulled her copy out of view. "Yeesh, what's this chick wearing, some sort of potato sack?"
It's a traveling cloak, you bastard.
"Yeah, but check out what she's got under it."
There was the sound of rustling fabric, followed by a low whistle. "Damn. No wonder you let her on board." Brandy felt her stomach churn and her skin crawl with disgust. It took every ounce of self-control not to push so much ink down the men's' throats that they'd be coughing calligraphy for weeks. "The bossman's gonna be real thrilled with this haul, ain't he?"
"Hahaha, yeah! We're going to be rolling in jewels when we get to Bosco."
Jewels? Brandy's eyes widened. Wait a minute… these men are slavers! She'd heard stories about how slavers would drug unsuspecting citizens and sell them off in Bosco. Every woman on this boat is in danger… Lucy! She was having a private drink with the creep that's in charge! She clenches her fists underneath her cloak, waiting for the footsteps to fade away before quietly peeking out from underneath the tablecloth. "Salamander's" lackeys had gathered up all the unconscious women, including the fake Brandy, and were making their way towards the inner decks. Keeping quiet and keeping low so as not to draw attention to herself, she followed, slipping inside and ducking around a corner as the men headed for "Salamander's" quarters.
Inside, she could hear Lucy's determined voice. "Look, I don't wanna give you the wrong idea. Yes, I really want to join the Fairy Tail guild, but I'm not going to date you to make that happen."
She must have figured out about the sleep magic, Brandy reasoned. This girl was clever, a lot cleverer than Brandy had originally given her credit for.
"Salamander" let out a low chuckle. "You're quite a handful, aren't you?" He said, just as the lackeys pulled aside to curtains to reveal themselves and their sleeping hostages.
Lucy gasped audibly. "Brandy!" she exclaimed. She must have seen the copy. "What's going on here? Why is everyone unconscious?"
"Hmph. Welcome aboard my ship," "Salamander" said, all pretense of charm gone as the men started to dump the women into a corner of the spacious room. Unfortunately, Brandy's copy wasn't one of them, still tucked underneath the shoulder of the slimy-voiced man from the deck. "And you'd be wise to behave yourself until we make it to Bosco." The blue-haired wizard's voice took on a dangerous edge. "Don't make me angry."
It was then that Brandy remembered that as sleazy as this man was, he was still a powerful enough fire wizard to successfully pose as one of Fairy Tail's strongest. She didn't really have a way to deal with that; her biggest issues had always been fire and water magic. Water would dilute her ink and fire would just evaporate it. I could really use a Natsu right about now, she thought. He'd be able to take on a fire wizard, no problem.
"We're going to Bosco?!" Lucy exclaimed. "You said you'd get me into Fairy Tail!"
"Salamander" scoffed. "Forget it. I just said that so I could lure you here and make you one of our slaves."
"How could you?! You're gonna kidnap all these girls?"
The lackeys laughed in response. "That's out Salamander!" one of them, a bald man with thin lips and a patch over his right eye, said.
"We've got a big haul this time!" a man with a scar over his nose said.
"Why, you…!" There was the jingle of a keyring, and Brandy peeked around the corner to see that Lucy had pulled out her Celestial Keys. She was hopeful at first - she saw a couple gold keys on the ring, and those were the really powerful spirits - but her heart plummeted when "Salamander" conjured forth a whip of purple fire that smacked the keys right out of Lucy's hands.
The imposter caught the keyring, giving them an experimental shake. "These are Gate Keys. So you're a Celestial wizard," he said, a little impressed as he admired the artifacts in question. "Only the wizard who is contracted can use this magic, so these are absolutely useless to me." He tossed the keyring out the nearest window, where they went soaring into the sea below. "Whoops."
Brandy's blood boiled. How dare this man mishandle a Holder-type wizard's magical items like that?! Some wizard he was.
When Lucy spoke again, her voice was trembling with uncontained fury, and angry tears streamed freely down her cheeks. "You used magic to take advantage of others," she said. "You're the worst wizard alive!"
A few of "Salamander's" men moved forward to angrily grab Lucy by the arms, and Brandy figured that now was as good a time as any to intervene. Before she could make her move, however, the ceiling of the quarters exploded, and a figure dropped in amongst the resulting dust and debris.
A very familiar figure, with a familiar red coat and a familiar dragonscale scarf and an achingly familiar mop of spiky pink of hair.
Natsu!
Lucy seemed to share Brandy's jolt of recognition. "Hey, I know you!" she exclaimed.
Natsu stood up, eyes burning with indignation as he stared down the imposter in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak…
And promptly doubled over, his face turning green as the motion sickness hit him. Oh, right, Brandy thought with a sigh. We're on a boat. Welp, better late than never. Copy, do your thing.
Her copy obeyed, opening its eyes and twisting out of the lackey's grip. As soon as its feet hit the floor, it jumped backwards, out of reach of the man's outstretched hands. "What?!" "Salamander" exclaimed. "She's awake? Why didn't you idiots make sure she was asleep?"
"She looked asleep when we grabbed her!"
"Then how do you explain that?! Ugh, never mind, just get her!"
Three of the lackeys, one of whom being the gruff man from the docks, lunged for the copy, who maneuvered away with that same blank expression on its face. With each strike, the copy dodged, ducking and weaving around each fist aimed at its direction, all at the behest of the cloak-clad wizard calling the shots around the corner. For a few seconds, she had the upper hand.
But the copy was just that: a copy, a fragily ink facsimile. And when the gruff man finally landed a hit, his fist went straight through it, poking through the copy's chest and out the other end. "Brandy!" Lucy shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth.
"Huh?!" the man exclaimed. "I didn't think I was hitting that hard!"
Well, crap. Time to step in. "Return!" Brandy shouted, stepping away from the corner and casting her hand outwards. The copy melted back into basic black ink and flew to her fingertips. "Ink Magic: Solid Ink Halberd!" The ink shaped itself into the shape of a midnight-colored halberd and dropping in her outstretched palm. It was as hard as stone to the touch, but retained its lightness against her palm. She brandished the spear in front of her, a challenge gleaming in her yellow eyes as she stared "Salamander" and his lackeys down.
"W-wait." Lucy was now thoroughly confused. "Ink what? You mean you're a-"
A high-pitch voice piped up from above the destroyed ceiling before Brandy could answer, catching the attention of both women. "Brandy? Lucy? What're you two doing here?" Happy said as he hovered overhead, feathery white Aera wings outstretched.
"Oh, Happy!" Lucy said. "This jerk tricked me! He said he was gonna get me into Fairy Tail!" She paused for a second, actually taking in the scene in front of her. "Hold up, since when do you have wings?"
"There's no time for that," Brandy snapped. "Happy, take Lucy and get out of here. Natsu and I will stay here and fend off these creeps!"
Natsu groaned weakly.
"Correction: I will stay here and fend off these creeps!"
"Aye!" Happy twined his tail around Lucy's waist and pulled her into the sky. "Hold on!"
"Whaaaaaaaaaa!" Lucy shrieked as she flew through the air behind the blue-furred cat.
"Salamander" and his goons stared dumbstruck for a few moments before "Salamander" snapped out of it. "After them!" he barked,running out towards the upper deck. "We can't let them report this to the magic council!" He summoned forth from a magic circle several streams of blazing purple fire. "Prominence Whip!"
Brandy lunged forward with every intent of stopping him, but was cut-off by the gruff lackey. "You'll pay for making me look bad in front of the boss like that," he snarled. "I'm gonna do to you what I did to that weird puppet of yours."
"That so?" Brandy said. Giving the halberd a twirl, she dropped into the battle stance that Erza had taught her. Stance low, feet apart, ready to block if you need to. "Try me."
The lackey let out a roar and charged at her, swinging his fist in a wild and furious punch. Brandy caught his hand on her halberd's shaft and threw him off balance. She dodged his second and third punches with ease. "You're sloppy," she taunted. "Are you sure you weren't the one drinking all the wine tonight?"
The lackey sneered. "You think I'm scared of you? I saw you cast that spell. That weapon's nothing but ink, just like that doppleganger!"
"Don't be so sure!" Brandy raised the halberd overhead and brought it down, striking the floor and splitting the wood at the lackey's feet. "I'm the best ink wizard you'll find outside Ranuncolo!" she shouted. "My Solid Ink is as sharp as steel and just as deadly!" Her eyes gleamed dangerously. "If you want, I'd be happy to demonstrate it for you."
A violet, firework-like explosion caught her attention, and she turned slightly to see that "Salamander's" flames had coalesced at a single point in the navy-blue sky. Her heart danced to a terrified beat for a second before she saw a speck of blue flying away from the blast, a red-clad speck trailing shortly behind. She sighed in relief.
"Urgh," "Salamander" groaned. "That cat's quicker than he looks."
"Hey, guys." A pallid and panting Natsu stumbled out of the quarters and onto the balcony deck. Despite his current state, there was a battle fire roaring in his olive-brown eyes. Now that he had the attention of those around him, Natsu made his move. Or, rather, he tried to make his move. He was halted by the fact that they were still on a boat and Natsu took to all non-Happy modes of transportation about as well as a horse took to ice skating. He collapsed again, and the lackeys jumped at the opportunity, crowding in and kicking at the pink-haired wizard.
"Forget about them," "Salamander" said, still staring up at where Lucy and Happy had been in the night sky. "Let's continue on towards Bosco."
"Oh really?! And what makes you think I'm just going to sit by and let that happen?" Brandy retorted with a have of her halberd.
"Salamander" laughed. "My dear, what makes you think you have a choice? Your friend over there's useless, and unless you think you can take us all on and steer this boat back into port by yourself with that silly little spear…" He turned to face her, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. "You'd best just sit down and behave yourself. We wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Brandy gritted her teeth. "You think that making copies and polearms is all I can do?" she spat. "You haven't even seen a fraction of my magic! I could dismantle this entire vessel within minutes with the right spell!" Her skin crawled in anticipation, and a little voice in the back of her head piped up, just begging for the imposter to give her a reason to really let loose. She backhanded that voice and shoved it into the little safe in the back of her mind where she kept all thoughts like that.
Natsu managed to recuperate long enough to block one of the lackeys' feet with the back of his forearm. "The Fairy Tail guild," he managed to spit out between struggling against the boot on his arm and his own nausea, "you're a member?"
"Maybe I am," "Salamander" said. "What's it to you?" He didn't sound as sure of himself as he had a moment ago. His gaze flicked to Brandy for even the slightest moment, and it was then that she knew that he knew exactly who they were. Looks like your little masquerade is falling apart, she thought with a grin. All the fancy yachts and charm spells couldn't protect you from the truth.
As if to emphasis her point, the ocean below suddenly turned violent, churning and rocking to an increasingly frantic rhythm as a giant wave bore down upon them. Brandy swore underneath her breath and quickly crammed her ink back into her pouch and snapped it shut before wrapping her overcloak as tightly around herself as she could before the saltwater hit her. Her face was still exposed to the elements, but that was fine. At least, it was more fine than being entirely bared to the burn of the ocean water. Where the hell did this come from? The weather's been perfectly calm all night! And… is it coming from the direction of the port?! What the hell?
"Why is the sea so angry?" she heard "Salamander" shout, and it was the last thing she heard before the wall of water engulfed them all.
A/N: Whoops.
Here's where we get to see our first glimpse what Brandy's Ink Magic can do. When I was conceptualizing this character, I was going back and forth on what I wanted her magic to be. I eventually settled on a type of magic that evolved into the skillset she has now, which you'll see more of in the next chapter and further chapters.
Speaking about going back-and-forth, I was also on the fence about whether or not to put the air quotes around Salamander/Bora's name, as it felt like it would get obnoxious easily. Eventually I decided on it for character reasons; Brandy wouldn't consider him as being Salamander once she realized that he was pretending to be something she very damn well knew he wasn't.
The part about the bra industry was just a jab at Fairy Tail's… aesthetic, let's say. And by "aesthetic" I mean "I swear these girls go up a cup size with every arc." I mean it all in a loving way, of course. I do like Fairy Tail, bizarre bust proportions or no.
Bluhhh. There's so much I want to talk about, but I can't talk about it until next chapter! :( Oh well.
I'm fresh out of buffer (it didn't even last a week, what was even the point), so the next chapter will take a little bit longer to come out, but it'll be out, mark my words! In the meantime, feel free to favorite and leave a review!
-Diana "Nocte"