Ugh, I kind of want to change the other chapters a bit... mostly to take the Q's off and put this new line thingy that works better.
Anyway, hey, welcome back to Rose dyed blood red, where everyone suffers :D So, I kind of had a shitty week, full of schoolwork, and I didn't have the time I would have wanted to take in order to finish this chapter. If some parts seem rushed blame my school.
Here we finally show Wakko and Dot in the present!
(audience again): Yaaaaay!
Uh, I think I'll need some more time to think about where I'm going with this story... I mean, I have everything pieced together, but having put the three day mark on the ball in last chapter was really stupid of me -_- I'll have to speed things up a bit... so, chapter 8 might not make it to next Friday. I haven't even started writing it, actually :/
Sorry for boring you with that, onward onto the chapter!
He wondered what their life would have been like if they had never found themselves in the castle. Would they have died out on the cold streets of London? Would they have found a home somewhere else, with a family that loved and accepted them? Maybe they would have lived a happy life together until they dropped dead like everyone else. Yes, the boy pondered on their destiny as he sat on the cold floor of the cell he resided in, accompanied by his sister of one year younger.
They weren't there of their own will. They had been trapped and placed in that underground place for as long as they could remember, with cold air all around them and rats crawling to find food they would never obtain. The children were below the ground in some sort of basement, a ladder connecting the trap door on the ceiling to the ground, and as far as they were concerned, they had no way of escaping. Either the place was too hard to find or no one had even bothered to look for them.
Seven years. They had been in that god forsaken place for seven years without seeing a blink of the outside world. How had they gotten to this point? The Queen had trapped them there for some reason or another. From what Wakko could remember, the woman wanted their brother to do something, and they were the collateral to make sure he did it. The deal was simple: Do this or your family gets hurt. Had that something lasted seven years, though? Why were they still there if it hadn't? He had been thinking of all these doubts and questions for three days straight, and he still didn't have an answer.
"What are you thinking about?" his sister asked for the tenth time that day, and the thirtieth time in that three day stretch. He had kept count because he'd been so bored.
And just like the other thirty times she asked, he replied "I'm just wondering why we're stuck here" It was certainly the shortened version, but his thoughts got glued together to create that question. -Why are we still here?-
The girl hummed in thought, looking around for the two cups of water in the corner. Even though not a speck of light shone in the underground room, both children had long gotten used to living in the dark, and had developed a weak version of night vision. As a result, his sister could easily walk to where the wall connected with the bars and take one of the cups, although they shouldn't have been able to see at all. She took it to her lips and sipped just a little bit, just so it would last them the rest of the day.
Another necessary acquirement to their survival in imprisonment was learning to ration their food and water accordingly. They were only given a cup of water and a piece of bread each, and they had learned the hard way that they couldn't expect the guards to give them more than what was given to them, at least not until the day after. The first time, they had eaten their bread and drank their water as breakfast, and when lunch came around they asked for more; the guards simply laughed in their faces and got out of the basement, leaving them hungry and thirsty until the next day. Because of this, they had to make sure their resources lasted the whole day, or else they would end as they had that first day. It was torture, having to drink only a little bit, and eating as little as possible, knowing that otherwise you would pass hunger later. But because of this, they were never full; they were always hungry and thirsty.
They had truly tried to stay positive throughout their life in the dungeon, but that hope that someone would rescue them had evaporated in the air by the third year. They didn't feel they had the right to complain though, after all, they already felt guilty enough that they were only being an inconvenience to their older brother, they weren't about to complain concerning their living accommodations. They knew the oldest Warner was doing his best, but even he couldn't possibly know where they were.
"Wakko..." his sister started in a quiet voice "Do you think brother misses us?"
Oh, it was that question again. The boy sighed almost inwardly, standing up on his white feet (now a dark black thanks to the dirtiness of the cell) so he could walk to where the girl was. With a pat on her head, he smiled "Of course he does, Dot." She shouldn't be doubting their sibling, but after so long without seeing him he could perfectly understand her low spirits "Otherwise we wouldn't still be here"
His sister, smiling back, accepted the explanation and hugged his scrawny frame lightly, to which he wrapped his arms around her own skinny body in return. Although the answer made Dot happy, Wakko wasn't so confident in his words. The last he remembered seeing of his older brother was him reassuring the young boy of two years old that, although they may be separated, he was always looking out of them. Was that really true, though? He found himself guiltily wondering if he could trust his seven year old brother's words. Then again, he must be something like fifteen now, right?
He gulped quietly, trying to keep himself from doubting their brother that was probably the only reason they were alive right now. Wakko couldn't help it though, it had been a long time... Did he still think they were worth it?
- What are you doing? Stop thinking like that! - he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth. He shouldn't be insulting Yakko with those kind of thoughts, especially if they only made him feel worse. He should be thinking hopefully, to believe that things would get better.
- Yeah - he thought with a slightly forced smile as he glanced at his oblivious sister still in his arms, her furry head of black hair nuzzling into his chest - I have to be positive! Why, at any moment, the door will open and someone will save us! - he though, his chest puffed a bit as he attempted to keep his good mood.
... But it disappeared a moment later.
- Please, as if I could believe something like that would happen - he sighed with a sad frown.
Suddenly, a few shouts were heard from outside, catching their attention. The exclamations of pain were coming from the guards who usually brought them resources, but they knew those sounds weren't being made because they were about to get more food. The sound of a horse reached their ears barely along with a voice attempting to calm it down.
"Woah. Down, boy. I'm not going to hurt you... wait, what's that under your hooves?" Footsteps were beginning to get louder, and before they knew it, one of the first rays of morning light reached their sore eyes. Because they had gotten so used to the dark, light in its purest form blinded them, and made them unable to see the person that was climbing down the stairs onto the floor of the dungeon.
However, the moment the girl reached the cell, they were able to see her clearly. She was of their species, not surprising since they weren't in human territory, but what was shocking was her familiar features. Her light blond hair swayed around her shoulders, green eyes widening on her face as she stared at them. She was so familiar... Rose..? No, they had been told of her execution five years prior.
Then...?
"Wakko? Dot?" the girl's voice was laced in astonishment, and that was what told him who she was. It was older than the one Wakko remembered, lower in pitch too, but it was definitely...
"Marilyn?"
So this... this was what Yakko had been hiding from her.
"Oh, they're just... living with a relative of ours..."
Relative? Apparently he thought she was stupid enough for him to lie to her face. Wakko and Dot were right here, hidden under a trap door at the stables. Well, it was no wonder Yakko had never found them, as he wasn't allowed outside in the first place.
- He has been searching for them all this time... -
She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought something like this was going on. The girl hadn't figured it out on her own though... it had been...
"Sis...! You have to help me; Yakko is in trouble!"
"What? Why?"
"His siblings... they were taken away from him and-"
"There she is! The girl who stole my jewels! Apprehend her at once!"
"Wait! Rose didn't do anything!"
Marilyn hadn't understood at all at the time, but as the years passed, she had started questioning her sister's words. It was true that she had stopped seeing Wakko and Dot two years prior to her sister's death, but Yakko had simply said they had gone with a relative, so she hadn't questioned it too much. Yet now she knew better; the children had been taken from him by the Queen, hidden here, and used as a collateral so that the boy continued doing what she pleased. Now, the question was what he was doing, but it wasn't the time to think of that.
"Wakko? Dot?" she asked quietly, her thoughts racing as she finally understood Rose's words to her, and still quite dumbfounded at the pair of children that were hugging in front of her.
"Marilyn?" the boy questioned back, his voice as full of disbelief as hers was. It was raspy, as if he didn't get much water, and they were so thin the ragged clothes they were wearing seemed like blankets "How did you find...?"
So they were indeed Wakko and Dot, but there wasn't any time to waste if the Queen had been intending to keep them a secret "It doesn't matter, we have to get you out of here" Marilyn looked left and right until she spotted something shiny that was hanging from the wall- a key.
"I thought the Queen had it..." she mumbled as she quickly walked over, grabbing the object. But of course, the woman had used that as a trap. The key she had around her neck was one to a door in the castle, so obviously, Yakko would have never guessed his siblings would be outside and out of his reach, let alone in the stables.
- Intelligent bitch - she thought with hatred as she unlocked and opened the cell's door, the two children instantly separating and running to hug her instead.
"We never imagined you would be the one to save us!" Dot cried as she let go and smiled widely at her, her pupils going wild in size with the ray of light from outside.
"Yeah, I like being unexpected" Marilyn joked, laughing quietly as she turned to look at the open trap door "I would love to keep talking, but I knocked a couple of guards out cold and more are going to come get us if we don't move fast"
With a nod from both children, she started climbing the ladder as fast as she could, turning to look at the nervous boy and girl still underground.
"Well, come on! You don't want to stay there forever do you?" she asked rhetorically with a frown. She didn't know exactly for how long they had been locked up, but they needed to move quickly. They couldn't have the luxury of dawdling.
"B-But"
"It's been seven years..." Wakko finished his sister's stuttering, turning to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, even though he was scared himself.
- Seven years?! -
Alright, she understood they were frightened after being trapped for so long, but they absolutely had to go "Okay... Just climb up and grab my hand, okay? I promise I'll protect you" she smiled at them, trying to look convinced. To be honest, she was frightened too, although it was for another reason.
The children shared a scared glance, but despite that, Wakko started climbing. It was a slow climb, but Marilyn could tell he was trying to go as quickly as he could; their muscles had been on inactivity for so long they were too weak to climb the ladder quickly.
Once Wakko reached the very top, he reached his shaky hand for her own, which wrapped around his firmly. Marilyn, with another reassuring smile, took his free hand into her other and pulled on him, forcing his feet onto the ground. She let go slowly and watched as the boy's expression went from terrified to curious. She supposed he wasn't as scared now that he was on ground, but she could tell he was still nervous.
"I need to prepare the horse so we can leave. Think you can get Dot out here while I do, Wak?" she asked gently, grateful for his brave (if shaky) nod.
As the boy occupied himself with giving his climbing sister words of encouragement, the blond walked to where the horse she had tried to calm still was. Quickly, she put a saddle onto it and secured the straps, turning to look at the children quickly enough to see Wakko trying to hoist his sister to the ground as Marilyn had done to him.
"No! I'm scared!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of! I-I'm standing on it, see?"
Her brother's argument didn't seem good enough for Dot to want to let herself be gotten out into the world once again "B-But-!"
Hearing the yells of the oncoming guards already, Marilyn put the bag with provisions on the horse and rushed to the trap door. Although she was moving quickly, she gently moved Wakko out of the way so she could try to take the young girl's hands instead.
"Come on Dot! I know you can do it! You're a brave girl, aren't you?" the blond awaited her half-hearted nod, tears forming in the small girl's eyes "You two have already gone through a lot, but I just need you to do a single more push before you are free. Could you step up for me?"
A few seconds passed as Dot looked at the ground and then at Marilyn's extended hands, the shouting coming closer with every moment. After some thinking, the dark-haired girl nodded with a decided frown, letting her small hands leave the security of the railing and grab onto the older girl's own. With a smile and a nod, the blond finally hoisted her out and put her on the ground.
When her little feet touched the ground, Wakko made haste and moved quickly so he could hold his sister in a hug, letting her inspect the soil she now had under her. The girl seemed to recover quickly once she saw that there really wasn't anything to fear, so, Marilyn turned to the horse and tapped it with her hand.
"We're ready to go" she told them with a smile, which they returned as Dot left her brother's hold "I'll have to warn you though, the track ahead is going to be a dangerous one. Are you ready to face it?" Marilyn finally asked seriously, a frown on her lips. It wasn't like they had a choice anyway; the guards were about to reach them.
The children looked at each other for a second before they turned to her with twin brave smirks.
"We were born ready" they responded in perfect unison.
Smirking back, the older girl easily put the boy and girl on top of the horse before climbing on herself. It wasn't too hard because with them being so thin, they could cuddle together and take up little space on the animal; they practically counted as one person.
The door to the stables opened suddenly, guards with swords attempting to enter as the remaining horses neighed in protest to their sudden entrance. Marilyn lost no time; she quickly turned the horse to the entrance and made it move forward rather quickly for the small space they were in. With their horse stamping quickly onto the door, the guards were forced to move away, although some weren't quick enough and ended up being squashed under the horse's weight. With a laugh, the two children and the teen started speeding away from the castle, but not before the Queen got out of the structure to see what was happening. Upon the sight of the two Warners riding away with the blond, she screeched and yelled at the guards to follow them, but unfortunately for her, none of them knew how to ride horses.
The woman stomped her foot and looked at the retreating three with furious eyes, running back inside so she could call her military, who did know how to ride horses, to find them as quickly as possible.
Flames, everything was engulfed in them. It was as if the very Sun had collided with the Earth and had spread its flaming fury everywhere, burning everything in its way. He was running around the place... What was it, really? It was much too big to be a house, but he couldn't quite recall... His dream wouldn't let him think about it though, as a piece of concrete almost fell on him, and he had to throw himself and roll the other way to avoid being crushed.
"Mom?! Dad?!" he kept calling his parents, eyes wide as he ran to where his siblings' room was and entering quickly. Trying not to breathe any smoke with his hand over his mouth, he ran through the rather expensive looking room, though he couldn't quite tell among the flames. He reached the bed and the crib that were beside each other, finding his scared toddler brother holding his crying baby sister's hand tightly, and the moment the little boy saw him he jumped out of the bed and ran to him, hugging his leg as the older brother took their sister in his arms.
Rocking the baby and whispering soothing words to try to calm her down, Yakko looked around, quickly noticing that the door he had come from was already burning violently. Thankfully, he knew there was a secret door at the other end of the room, so, with a clinging Wakko and a sniffing Dot, the boy ran there and felt around the wall, quickly finding what he had been looking for. When the hidden swich was pressed, the stone wall moved away to reveal a passageway, exactly what he had been searching for. He moved his sister to a more comfortable position in one hand and used his other to take his brother's own hand, trotting as quickly as he could with his much younger siblings in tow.
He got to the end of the corridor, where he stopped in front of a door. He kicked it open and got into the dining room, which was also covered in flames, but that wasn't the only danger there. Several guards with red colored uniforms were fighting others with blue uniforms.
The boy merely stared at the fighting in astonishment, looking around for some sort of exit with frightened eyes. He tried running over to a door, but when he tried opening it, he found it was locked. Turning around in a hurry, he gasped when he saw there was a red suited guard behind them, cornering them to the door. He felt Wakko trying to hide in his pant leg, but it wasn't happening with them being flattened against the wood. Trembling, Yakko held his sister tighter and clenched his hand around his little brother's, sure they were all going to be killed until-
"Mama!" Dot squealed as she reached for someone in front of them. The oldest was confused, but he got his answer when a long piece of metal passed through the unsuspecting guard's stomach. Kicking the person to the side, a tall woman with two swords looked at them for a moment, making sure they were fine and then staring at the fallen enemy.
"Don't touch my children, Duivel scum" she growled, giving the man one more kick for good measure and turning her worried black eyes to them "Are you all okay? You didn't get hurt right?"
Now that he could look at her face, he saw that they looked very much alike. She had black long hair that reached her waist, a few strands tied in small braids to give her hair character, and she was dressed in a ragged violet dress. He thought that the dress had either been ripped in battle, or his badass mom just thought the cloth got in the way of her legs moving freely to kill enemies.
The boy was about to tell the woman that they were fine, but before he managed it, another red dressed guard appeared from behind her, trying to slash her with his sword, but the female was an expert, and she intercepted the blow with her own weapon. Again, she stabbed through the man, throwing him away from them.
"I'm sorry, we really don't have time to chat" she told them as she took a defensive pose in front of them, facing more guards coming their way "Yakko, I need you to get your siblings and yourself out of here. You remember that secret passage I showed you, right?" the woman waited for his reluctant nod "Good. Get out through there and run. Just run with everything you've got"
"But Mom, what about y-"
"I'll be fine!" she cut him off, already fighting with the men that had gathered around her "Your father will help, so get out of here! We'll find you later!"
With a really bad feeling in his stomach, Yakko obeyed, sneaking toward a hole that was only big enough for the three of them, and pushed his sister forward so she would crawl through. The moment he instructed Wakko to follow Dot, he heard a shout.
"They're getting away!"
Knowing he was pressed for time, his little brother quickly did as he asked, and just as he was entering the hole, a guard picked him up by his neck. He tried kicking him, but his legs weren't that long, and his air supply was being cut short. Thankfully, his mother had noticed, and slashed the man so that he dropped the boy to the floor. He used this opportunity to try getting out, and once he was in the hole, he felt Wakko pulling on his hand to tell him to keep going. Ignoring him for now, he looked back at his fighting mother for one last time, noticing she gave him a smile.
He was about to smile back, trying to reassure himself that everything would be fine, but then what e had a feeling would happen ocurred.
"Ugh!"
A sword pierced through the woman's stomach, and she was suddenly almost immovile, coughing blood. His eyes widened, about to scream, ready to crawl back and aid his mother, but he never got to, because she mouthed 'go' to him before she slipped off the sword and fell to the ground.
"Mom!"
He woke up in his bed with a start, turning his head left and right as he inspected his surroundings only to find that he was back in his room. Yakko noticed that he was still shaking slightly, and that a few tears had gathered in his eyes. He hastily dried them away with his glove-covered hand, looking down on the pocket watch that he had fallen asleep next to, sprawled among the bed sheets, probably caused by his twisting and turning in sleep. The clock read 5:30 am.
He almost muttered a curse for having slept for only about two hours, but his dream caught up to him, and he started analyzing it with a worried face.
He knew that place, it was a castle, and he knew that the woman there was his mother. Was she dead? Was that why she had appeared in his earlier dream? It was a possibility... Then again, why had he been there in the first place? What did it mean to him? And... why had his mother addressed the enemy guard as a Duivel?
- That's the name of this country... -
It wasn't just a dream; it had been a memory, one of the many he was fighting to retrieve.
- I'm getting somewhere - he thought with a small triumphant smile. Despite the fact that the memory had left him mortified, he was determined to get them back - Maybe I'll get them all soon -
He wondered if he would dream of another memory if he just went back to sleep. It wasn't like he would miss much, after all, since the three day count for the ball started today, he could relax for a bit before he thought about Elisa. Deciding to try sleeping again, he sank back into the bed. The only problem with his plan was that someone was shouting outside. Several people seemed to be, actually.
And was that a horse he had just heard?
"Ugh who the hell is screaming at this hour?" he grunted sleepily as he sat up again to look at the window that was shrouding his room in morning sunlight with a glare of hatred "Nobody is supposed to go to town on a horse or anything..." He had just been getting sleepy again, god damn it.
"What are you waiting for?! GO AFTER THEM!"
Frowning at the screaming voice of the Queen -funny, he didn't really know her name...- he got out of bed and rubbed his eyes, ready to look out the window that went out to the stables when his door opened and slammed against the wall rather violently.
"Hey Yakko are you going to tell me what you've been working on now?" a red spot practically tackled him back onto his bed, the girl's tail swinging happily behind her.
- Damn it, Elisa -
"No, I told you I was going to show it to you later" he took her shoulders and attempted to get her off him, frustrated "And I was about to see what that commotion outside was all about-"
"Oh, it's nothing important" Elisa laughed as she jumped off and onto the ground, grabbing him along by his arm "You never gave me that tour of the castle! You promised to show me everything" she made puppy eyes at him, tugging his arm gently.
He frowned in suspicion; she didn't usually act like this. Yakko looked her up and down, trying to decipher what was causing her to act differently, and for a second, he thought her eyes flashed black.
- Black? Like mine? Why on Earth...? -
He didn't get his answer, Elisa seemed to be in quite a rush and she didn't seem to want to waste time "I'll push you outside if I have to! You already have your clothes on, so we should just get going!" Oh, right, he hadn't changed last night.
Before he could protest, or try to get to the window to see what was going on, the girl literally dragged him by the arm to the door, opening it with her other and shoving him outside.
"Hey, calm down! I'm going, geez" he sighed as he regained his balance, trying not to fall over. The girl closed the door behind her with a pleased smile, skipping over to him and grabbing his hand, talking about all the things they would do. Ignoring her, the boy looked to his right suddenly, where a corner was. He narrowed his eyes... he could have sworn he had seen someone there...
"C'mon Yakko! You're a slowpoke!" Elisa giggled as she got behind him and pushed him forward several times, not all too gently either. He tried telling her not to do that, but she didn't listen and continued shoving him down the hall.
He had been so busy dealing with the redhead that he failed to notice that there had indeed been someone at the corner. That someone was an eighteen-year old man with black eyes, dressed in a long black cloak, to blend with the shadows. His face was hidden by the cloak, but you could tell he was grinning from behind the cloth.
It would be easy breaking that boy's mind; his illusions would do quick work of his sanity.
Marilyn made sure they had galloped as far away from the Queen as they could before taking a break at a far away village. She had thought several times that they might have been chased, but the suspicious sounds always ended up leaving them behind as they rode into the sunset. Only when it was finally night did the blond decide that they would stop at the closest village in their way to sleep, helping the weak children off the animal and looking around the town.
They walked along the ground with the horse bound to them by its reins, looking around as the children letting small 'ooo's and 'aaa's when they saw something interesting, which in this case was a small dog that was leashed to a log, barking at them with its high pitched voice.
"Isn't it cute?" Dot asked with a small giggle as they passed the fur ball "Of course it's not as cute as me, but it's getting to the number 2 spot"
Wakko, smiling, rolled his eyes "You shouldn't start developping an ego, sis. Yakko already has enough of one for the three of us"
They both laughed at the joke before it died down, and they started looking at the ground in thought and a bit of melancholy.
"Hey, Marilyn?" Wakko started quietly "Did brother ask you to get us?"
The blond was surprised at the question, but she had seen it coming for some time. Should she lie? No, she should just tell the truth. After all, it wasn't like the boy hadn't done everything he could to find them.
"No" she replied, seeing they were quickly approaching the inn "To tell the truth, I kind of found you on accident."
"Accident?" Dot questioned, her head tilted to the right in confusion.
"Yes. I had been planning on taking a horse and fleeing to the neighboring country... I just had a hunch that the place would explain some things... But, suddenly, when the horse moved I saw a trap door under the hay and, well, I wanted to investigate. I hadn't thought you guys would be hidden under there" she said truthfully, shrugging.
"So that's how they covered it up... They built a stable" Wakko mumbled thoughtfully, a hand under his chin in thought "When we were first thrown in there, it was just a hole with a cell. I think they covered it with leaves from the trees nearby so no one would notice, but it was hard to breathe in there. Eventually they made it bigger and deeper, so I guess they needed something more to make sure the door didn't attract attention."
"And with the need of a place to keep the horses for the military it was obvious what they would pick, huh?" Marilyn finished, her tongue clicking against her palate "The woman's smart; she completely fooled Yakko into believing you two were inside the castle"
"What? How?" they both asked with a raised eyebrow, and the girl almost laughed because that mannerism was something their older brother always did.
"She tied a key of a room in the castle and put it on as a necklace. Though, even if he knew she had been lying to him, he wouldn't have been able to find you anyway, since the Queen never let him go outside" she stopped talking when the children looked away with identical frowns on their faces, muttering something that sounded like they were cursing the aristocrat.
"So... you finding us was just an accident... He didn't ask you to..." Dot muttered, her ears lowering in depression.
Knowing the children were doubting the older boy, Marilyn quickly said "But he has been searching for you all this time! Actually, my sister told me about this right before she..." she shook her head "Well, you know. She didn't exactly tell me what was going on, but I figured it out because of your brother's strange behavior"
"Stranger than usual?" Wakko joked with a small smile.
"Yeah, stranger than usual" she laughed, ruffling his hair as they continued walking "Even if he was strange to begin with, he started acting really weird by that point, so..."
She trailed off as they finally reached the establishment, walking camly to the young woman that was behind a large desk. She looked to the three of them in interest, adjusting her thin glasses on her muzzle before she asked "Can I help you?"
"Ah, yes. We would like a room for three, please"
As the lady gave them the key to their room and the blond gave her a few gold coins, Marilyn couldn't help but wonder what was going on back at the castle.
- Things are going to get difficult for Yakko now that Wakko and Dot are gone... -
Then again, the Queen would probably just pretend she still had them and Yakko would never know. Things wouldn't be much different for the boy if that was the case, right?
For some reason she had a feeling something really bad was about to happen.
So a crazy guy is out to break Yakko even more than he already is (damn, all you characters are sadists), Wakko and Dot are saved and ride to the mysterious country with Marilyn, and Elisa is acting weird. Does that weird guy have anything to do with the redhead's strange way of acting? Who knows, you'll find out later.
Also, Yakko encountered a memory! Let's all be happy for him :3 But what does it mean? Hm, he'll need to dig deep into his mind in order to find them. (Do you guys think his mother is dead? Tell me please, I wanna know what you think)
If you would like to say something or you got confused and want to make a question, don't hesitate to tell me in a review, or a personal message! I also appreciate criticism, but flames are not allowed.
Hope you enjoyed and see you next chapter!
