A/N: I'm Back! Sorry about the impromptu hiatus (college and work stuff caught up to me), I'm mostly done with the final planning, so I figured I'd make a start on the second half of the story. I've got the two most significant 'present-day' battles drafted, as well as the two flash-backs, and the epilogue, I just need to slot it all together. Anyway, back to the next chapter:
Timescale, this is set just under two years after the end of the first battle, (or the Battle for Pentel, as I may call it. The town's name is Pentel, although I hadn't thought to name it before.), so naturally; the Characters are older, (Ender: 21, Lynelle: 19, Marie: 20), the War has progressed, Freedom's Wings has grown and the girls have gained a lot of experience in combat as well as two years of extra training from Ender.
EDIT: I forgot to put Line Breaks in last time and it was bugging me, so I re-uploaded the chapter. Sorry if I confused any of my regular readers.
Chapter 7:
Mistral City was famous for many things: Its lucrative industries, rich history and wealthy upper classes all included. It was for this exact reason that the city's usually busy mid-November night-life was even more abuzz that the nights before: Aria Lerenze, sole daughter of one of the most successful metal merchants in the country, was having an extravagant 18th birthday party. A large portion of the country's elite were in attendance, not to mention the vast number of young bachelors here to try their hand at wooing the young heiress.
Aria was, with no false modesty, highly regarded as one of the most beautiful women of her generation, maybe even outside of her own generation, so she was used to being surrounded by some of the most handsome men she had ever met, yet as she overlooked the on-going party she stood alone with a sullen look that seemed incongruous with her surroundings. Absently tucking a lock of her mid-back length blonde hair behind her ear, her royal blue eyes idly contemplated the champagne flute in her hand as her thoughts returned to the corrupt, immoral dealings she was all but forced into inheriting from her father. She thought of the close to slave-like conditions she had seen when she had snuck away during a tour of one of his factories and she seethed with rage on the inside, while on the outside she just let out a 'tch' of irritation to mask her inner turmoil.
"Is everything okay, Lady Aria?"
The blonde turned to regard her personal handmaid, a 17 year old girl with straight raven black hair that fell just past her shoulders. Apparently, the head caretakers had taken her in as an orphan after her parents and older brother died in a bandit raid 9 years ago and raised her as a maid. Aria was only 13 back when they first met 4 years after that, and she and the small 12 year old maid-in-training had become close friends right from the start. Despite this, even though they were as close as two girls could get, there was still one thing Aria didn't understand; why were her personal maid/ best friend's eyes the unusual colour they were. Why were they purple? She had asked the ravenette about it before, but she would never say more than that it came from a delicate part of her past, so she soon stopped asking. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she spoke.
"What have I told you about calling me 'Lady' when we're alone, Morgana? It's too stuffy of a title."
"You know I can't do that, my lady." She replied with a fake smile, before she dropped her voice to a gossip-like whisper. "After all, we're not really alone are we?" Her grape-coloured eyes flicked over her shoulder for a brief moment, to one of the armoured bodyguards trying (and failing) to subtly eavesdrop on their conversation and sell her out to her father if she were to so much as think a bad word about him. The Lady of the Manor sighed in annoyance.
"I guess you're right about that. Still…" She turned back around to overlook the party once again. "I can't help but think that a great force for change is coming."
The maid quickly caught on to her implied meaning and stepped close enough that they could talk without being over heard. "Are you worried that Freedom's Wings will come?" she asked.
Aria laughed softly and replied. "I'm worried that they won't. They are what this country needs, instead of letting it rot under the Church and their corrupt benefactors. Including my parasite of a father." She glanced at her friend's worried face, but couldn't help but notice the slight gleam of approval in her eyes.
"I know this is personal for you as well, Morgana. I just hope they can prevent what happened to your family happening to anyone else's. I'm sure your brother would have wanted the same."
The ravenette let a small, sad smile grace her features. "He would have, most definitely. James could never let someone be oppressed like this, even as a kid."
"I remember something about that. He stood up to a group of older boys picking on a little wolf-pup, and then nursed it back to health, didn't he? I would have loved to meet someone as kind as him, but instead I'm stuck with the agitating mass of 'charming' bachelors down stairs. How old would he have been this year?"
"About 21, his birthday would have been 9 months ago. March 14th."
"He could have been at this party then. Who knows, maybe would have caught my eye and whisked me off my feet." The blonde laughed slightly before looking down with a sad smile, Morgana doing the same.
Suddenly the doorman/announcer caught their attention with his pompous, flamboyant (yet somehow stony) voice.
"Presenting Nathaniel Mors and his escorts; Lydia Snowfall and Grace Shadows."
Hearing this, the pair of girls turned their attention to the grand door as three figures entered, a young man and two young women, one on each arm.
The man, Nathaniel Mors, was stood in the centre, and was the tallest of three. His straight black hair was pulled back into a short, low ponytail and his eyes were a deep shade of forest green. He wore a sharp black tailored suit and waistcoat with a medium grey shirt and a green tie to match his eyes, with a polished pair of dress shoes. His face was one of rugged elegance with a slight burn to his left side that did nothing to take from his appearance, and a collective swoon could almost be heard from most of the single women in the room, and even some of the married ones. His eyes flicked upwards, instantly connecting to Aria's royal blue ones and she could have sworn they flicked mysteriously for only the briefest of moments before he dropped his gaze back to the room.
The young lady to his left was most likely Lydia Snowfall, as her snow-white hair was tied up into an elegant braided bun with some left loose to frame her face. Her eyes were a soft lilac as they smoothly slipped between watching Nathaniel and observing the room, and her face was smooth and innocent with a light, gentle smile. She wore an elegant white ball gown that hugged her figure and looped around her neck, leaving her back exposed but covering her chest. It hung loose over her legs, stopping just before the ground, mostly covering her white heels. A lot of the tamer men in the room were drawn to her, even if the man by her side quickly and efficiently slaughtered any chance they had at wooing her.
The other woman would have been Grace Shadows by process of elimination, and her hair was a lot like her name sake. Her wavy ebony hair tumbled to her shoulders and her slate grey eyes watched the room impassively with an air of purpose and grace. Her own dress was a fitting charcoal black that looped over her left shoulder and had a long slit going up to her mid-thigh on her right leg, with a pair of strappy black flats. A pair of diamond earrings hung from her ears, which swung lightly as she turned her head to listen to something Nathaniel whispered to her before she smiled slightly, nodded and let go of his arm to disappear into the crowd. A few of the more adventurous men approached her individually, but none lasted long before she turned them down.
Aria sighed at that. Only a hopeless idiot would try to seduce a woman that arrived with a young man like Nathaniel, even if it was with another woman. Speaking of Nathaniel, Aria found herself being drawn to him for some reason. It wasn't that she'd fallen in love on first sight, although she would admit he was quite the attractive man, it was more like she got the feeling something… important was going to happen, and he was at the centre of it. Following that feeling, she turned gracefully on the spot and made to greet her newest guests.
Nathaniel stood near the edge of the ballroom with Lydia, engaged in a slightly less-than-polite conversation with one of the nameless party guests, a portly old man with an air of arrogance so thick you could stop a crossbow bolt with it, and his equally pretentious (and plump) wife as Aria crossed the floor with grace one would expect from the sole heiress of a family as famous as hers. Just out of earshot, the young man effortlessly riposted a likely barbed statement from the short man's wife, and the man tried to reply on her behalf, only to be shot down by another statement she couldn't quite catch. As she drew closer, Aria recognised the older couple as the owners of a sugar mill almost as profitable as her own families company.
"That's completely absurd! Even if that were true, the conditions you are accusing us of are well within standard trading laws' defined specifications!" the blubbery woman screeched waving a finger at the raven-haired man, rather indignantly.
"The laws you are quoting are set out for, and hence only apply to, labour internment facilities and/or combined industry hostels. Your mills are neither charged with the overseeing of sentenced criminals, nor are they even equipped with standard hostel regulation facilities, so you are, in fact, and I'll say it a fourth time, subjecting your workers to unfair and Illegal maltreatment." The forest-eyed young man stated calmly, even while levelling the whale-on-legs with a stony glare. "Unless you can provide me solid evidence that proves otherwise, not some prised up villager you paid to give a fake testimony, I'm finished speaking on the matter."
The couple seemed even more insulted as the woman 'hmf'ed and her husband muttered a few choice insults before he spoke up. "Come along, Augustine. I've grown tired of this petty man's outrageous accusations." He said as he stuck his nose up and started walking away, his wife following a few moments later. Aria used this opportunity to get a little closer and he turned his head in her direction.
"I must apologise for that unsightly affair, just a difference of opinion between two business owners. Nathaniel Mors, a pleasure to meet you." He said with a charming smile as he held out his hand. Aria cordially smiled back and placed her hand on his as he gentle pressed it to his lips. Unseen by her, the snow-haired Lydia excused herself to retrieve two flutes of Champaign. The song slowly stopped, only for the band to start again with another smooth melody. "May I have this dance?"
With a gentle nod from her, the two of them glided onto the ballroom. As they danced, Aria noted how his movements were smooth, flowing and delicate, yet at the same time ran with diluted power and finesse. His hand was gentle on her own, and on her waist, but she could feel the strength hidden within them, as if he were a fighter beneath his smooth, aristocratic surface. It was then that she realised that the faux-pas she had commited; she hadn't even given him her name. "Aria Lerenze, a pleasure also."
The slight smile she received told her that the introduction was unnecessary "I know, just wanted to treat you simply as a beautiful young lady rather than a family heir. I wish you a very happy birthday. What can I do for you, my lady?" He told her as he gently spun her around.
Forcibly dispelling the blush from his compliment, she replied "Seeing as this a party dedicated to me, it would only be proper that I greet my guests personally. I take it you are enjoying yourself?"
"I am, Miss Lerenze. It is definitely up to the standard expected from a family as prestigious as yours."
"Just Aria, please." Her eyes flickered over his shoulder for a moment. "You wouldn't happen to know where your date for the evening has gone, would you? It would be rude not to extend the same courtesy of a welcome to her."
"Lydia? She's not my date, she and Grace are… partners of mine, per-say. As for where she has dis-appeared to, I believe she has gone to acquire some refreshments for you and I. She's not much of a drinker herself." His tone was light and cordial to begin with, but a sliver of seriousness intertwined with his words as he continued. "When she returns, I will require a word with the two of you, and it is not a conversation to be held without being behind closed doors."
Aria frowned slightly at the address but dropped her voice accordingly. "And what is this pertaining to?"
"The future of this country, and your role in it."
The Heiress raised an eyebrow even as her frown depended. Before she could question it, Lydia arrived beside the dance floor and the dancing pair slipped over to her. When they drew close, Lydia handed one of two Champaign flutes to her, handing the other to her male partner. The snow-haired girl gave the heiress a polite smile and a soft nod of the head to Nathaniel, the raven-haired man continued.
"Well then, now we're all here, shall we retire for the moment?"
Aria eyed him sceptically for a moment before replying in a cordial, yet subtly sceptical, tone. "Indeed. Follow me, if you don't mind."
He smiled slightly and mysteriously. "Not at all."
Aria's mind was working overtime as she lead the walking enigma that was Nathaniel Mors and his companion though the halls of her home, heading towards one of the guest bedrooms. She worked and re-worked every aspect of his persona that she could, and they yielded no answers. With a silent growl of frustration, she stopped at one of the doors and withdrew a nondescript key, unlocking the door.
"I'm sure this will do." She remarked, to which Nathaniel nodded. The trio crossed into the room and each took a place a small distance for the others. Lydia went over to the bed, were she gracefully sat and slipped off her white high-heels, Nathaniel leaned against a tall oak-wood wardrobe on the other side of the room, eyes closed and Aria went to the large window, leaning on the windowsill as she looked out over the vast gardens outside. Nathaniel was the first to speak, without opening his eyes.
"What's the status on Grace's task?" he directed towards the white haired girl gently massaging her feet on the bed.
"The job is done, and she is currently trying to avoid the affections of one very drunk Earl of Yumia."
Nathaniel gave an affirmative hum before falling quiet again. Lydia took the hint and turned her head to the blonde-haired heiress quietly observing the interaction between the two.
"Normally, there is a long, and rather arduous, process to this, but frankly we don't have time, so I'll be straight with you: We know."
Aria was for the most part concerned, but a spike of nervous panic shot up her system. Even so, she managed to maintain a mostly composed answer. "And what, pray tell, is it that you 'know'?"
"Everything. We know about the conditions of your father's factories, his dealing with the Church and… You. We know about your view on the situation and the opinion of a certain revolutionary group."
Aria's blood ran cold. 'They know about that!? Are they going to tell my father!?' She flinched slightly as Nathaniel's eyes flicked open suddenly and he pushed himself from the wardrobe. Turning towards the door, he held a hand back and rolled his hand in a motion to continue talking as he crept closer to the door, as if trying not to make any sound.
"A revolutionary group that could force control of the company from your father's hands and give hope to those you can't bear to see suffering…" Lydia continued as Aria stared at her with wide eyes.
"Freedom's Wings." At that moment, Nathaniel threw the door open and grabbed a lone guard who had been eavesdropping. In less than a few moments, he yanked the guard forward, slipped behind him and grabbed his head, giving it a sharp twist and snapping the man's neck with a resounding and haunting crack. He dragged the corpse inside as he softly closed the door again, and then dragged it over to the wardrobe and calmly hid it inside. With a calm yet powerful aura, Nathaniel stood up to full height before a dark purple smoke started to swirl off of him.
"Allow me to re-introduce myself. To the general public, I am known as Lucifer Mors." The smoke expanded to cover him entirely as he spoke. When it cleared, Nathaniel was gone and 'Lucifer' took his place. His forest green eyes had become a cold, vengeful amethyst purple, and his black hair now hung loose with a few stands across and framing his face. His faint, almost non-existent burn scar was replaced by hard, almost leathery black flesh that covered part of his left side, just touching a third his lips and eye. His outfit had changed too. Gone was his suit and tie, instead replaced by a worn black military style coat over top a black shirt and waistcoat, along with a belt of hidden throwing knives. The hood was left down, and the face-scarf loose around his neck but, aside from the weapons he wasn't carrying, he fit the stories perfectly. "Leader of the Revolutionary Liberation Army, Freedom's Wings."
At this point, Aria was standing perfectly still in utter shock, so much that she didn't register the thus-far-absent Grace Shadows step to his side. Snapping out of her shock, she blinked owlishly. "Wait… If you're really him… does that mean…?" she trailed off, her eyes falling on the now standing 'Lydia'.
"Indeed. They are my closes lieutenants, and my personal apprentices. Ascia Nix…" 'Lydia' disappeared into silvery white smoke, returning in a black hooded cloak, with a black shirt and tight leather jacket with a black skirt and leggings with lightweight black boots. "And Mayri Skia." 'Grace' reappeared from her own blackish grey smoke in a similar black cloak, with a black long sleeve top with cut-off shoulders and black riding trousers with matching black ankle boots. Absently, Aria noted that their hair and eyes hadn't changed, and berated herself for not noticing it sooner that two of the most feared and respected women of her era had just walked into her family home.
"My… god…This is actually happening, isn't it?" she breathed, still shocked from having three living legends/ wanted terrorists (depending on who you asked) suddenly unveil themselves in front of her.
"We, as a force for people, will support you in your mission for the workers of your company. In return you must support our cause as well, using whatever resources you can to build support and supplies among the people. There only one condition…"
"My father must die." She said with a hard, edged voice.
"Correct. For you to gain sole access as the proprietor of your family's recourses, you must remove the one person that could interfere."
"I am aware. He deserves to die for what he has done, but he is still my father. I do not want him to suffer."
"Then it shall be done. Grace, could you please take care of that?" Taking the hint, Mayri turned on her heel and left as the smoke changed her back into her party dress and flats. When she was gone, Aria recalled a small detail from earlier.
"You said before about Grace having a task she had completed. If not my father, who else would the 'Black Shadow of Freedom's Wings' be after?"
Lucifer gave her an evaluating look for a few moments before he spoke, as if deciding if she was important enough to know. "I believe you recall the young and… less than honourable Julius Porticco?"
"Indeed. The man was a vulgar, womanising playboy who offended me to no end."
"Quite so. Anyway, it was noted that was alone not in attendance to this event. His father, one of the 15 seat council, was accompanying him as a front for a meeting with a Church correspondent. The purpose of this meeting? Our honourable councilman was accepting hush money over domestic issues in the city. The best way to remove a disease is to destroy it at the source, so she did just that. Now the Church has been weakened and the Council is a little closer to becoming what they were formed to be."
"That's a little dark…"
"Death often is. However it is a necessary evil in order to free this country. In any case, let's not talk about this topic. It's best left to those with already bloodied hands." Lucifer said, his voice and head low as he muttered the last sentence. "We still have to resolve the matter of your family's wealth. Do you have any inheritance documents on hand?"
"Yes, they should be in my father's study."
"Good. You'll need them. The sooner this is cleared, the less risk that your father and Councilman Porticco will be found before my company and I can extract ourselves from the situation."
Aria nodded in agreement as she spoke. "I'll send for my personal maid. She would be the maid with the black hair and… purple… eyes." she trailed off as the pictured the girl in her mind. Suddenly, she locked with the slightly confused amethysts and made a realisation. "Hey, would you happen to… know… how… you were born with eyes that colour?"
Lucifer frowned slightly and his eyes darkened. "That's a painful part of my past I would like to avoid at this point…"
Aria's eyes dropped. "That's what she says as well." She muttered under her breath, but he still caught it and raised an eye brow without lifting his frown. Without noticing his reaction she looked back up again. "Well I'll send for her now, so I'll be back shortly." She stated before the turned on her heel and left. As she opened the door, Mayri stepped into the room and Aria flashed her a sullen look. The black haired assassin softly closed the door behind her, leaving Lucifer and his two lieutenants alone in the room. All was still for a few moments before Lucifer sighed.
"This never gets any easier, eh Lynelle?"
In response, Ascia Nix, or rather a disguised Lynelle Haynes, flopped back onto the bed. "You got that right, Ender."
He sniffed in amusement before he turned to Mayri Skia, or a disguised Marie Kurono. "Given how early you returned, I'd assume that Mr Lerenze still lives?"
"The bastard's locked up in his room with some… female company." Her face, and those of the two other assassins, fell in disgust at the last words. "I'll have to wait until he's alone. No harm to innocents."
The trio eclipsed into silence, and several minutes passed until a soft knock at the door prompted Ender to open it, allowing Aria and a slightly younger raven-haired maid carrying a small stack of papers to walk past. They both passed without noticing him behind the door, and Ender used that chance to glance at the maid in an evaluative way. She turned her head slightly to speak to her lady, and a spark of recognition ran through him as he spied a glimpse of her grape-tinted eyes.
'Do I know this girl? Why do feel so… saddened, yet relieved…' He shook his head of the thoughts as he nudged the door closed with an almost inaudible click. Inclined toward the side of caution, he pulled the cloth back over his face.
"Is everything in order?" The sound of his voice made the two girls jump, although Aria jumped less so. They turned, Aria in less surprise than her maid. The maid took in his features, her eyes widening when they met his own amethyst ones. She took a second to re-evaluate his face, particularly his black skin around his eye, which his cloth couldn't cover. She opened her mouth a few times, as if to speak, but evidently couldn't find the words and ultimately abandoned the attempt after 'Lucifer' narrowed his eyes at her.
"Everything is here, we just need to review it before I need to collect my… Inheritence." The Blonde heiress finished sadly. Noticing the visual confrontation between them, she quickly realised her mistake. "I believe I neglected to introduce you. This is my personal maid, and close friend Morgana." Another spark of recognition shot up Ender's spine and he froze, thankfully unnoticed by those in the room. The heiress continued. "Morgana, this is a man I believe you've wanted to meet for a long time now. May I introduce, Lucifer Mors of Freedom's Wings."
The young maid's eyes widened again before she dropped into a deep curtsey. "It's a p-pleasure to meet you, Mr Mors." She stammered in awe, her previous question apparently forgotten.
"Lucifer will do fine. It's only an alias after all." He then turned his attention back to the heiress. "You need to return to the party. If you're gone for too long, people will become suspicious. Mayri, You know what you need to do. Ascia, Morgana and I will remain here to review these papers. Let's get this done right people, we've only got one shot at this."
"Right." Marie and Lynelle both said at the same time, giving a short salute before going about their respective tasks. Aria just hummed in agreement before gliding out of the room with a grace expected of a high-born heiress.
"…R-right" Morgana agreed tentatively, casting a quick glance at the revolutionary leader currently frowning slightly in his own thoughts.
More than a few minutes passed until Ender growled slightly and set down the sheet he was reading. His gaze flicked to the source of a rather irritating question; Morgana. 'Why the hell it she so heart-wrenchingly familiar?' With a sigh, he rose from the table. "Morgana, I need a word. Ascia, Finish up here, I'm done on my end."
"Got it." Was Ascia's almost instant reply, without looking up from her work.
"O-Okay…" The black-haired maid shuffled some finished papers and slowly joined Ender at the door. He opened it for her and they stepped though in silence. They walked for a few minutes, Ender having raised his disguise to become 'Nathaniel' once again, much to the maid's shock and intrigue as the smoke writhed around him. There was a tense silence between them as they walked around most quiet parts of the building, avoiding the obnoxiously loud celebrations as much as possible. Finally, the silence became too much and the raven-haired girl nervously attempted to begin a dialogue.
"W-Why… Why did you ask for me to, um, walk with you? D-did you want to talk about something?"
"My apologies, I intended to learn a little more about you, but I was caught up in my thought a little. If we are to work together, I need to ascertain certain aspects of your background that could cause potential security risks."
"What do you mean? My past?"
"If possible, yes."
A deep sadness passed behind her eyes that a less observant person would have missed. "Oh, That's…" Suddenly, an older couple, the Head Maid and Head Butler, both around their forties, rounded the corner further up the hall. The maid had soft chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders and gentle green eyes, and the butler, her husband if the identical wedding rings were any indication, had darker brown hair brushed up away from his face and warm brown eyes, which light up as they spotted the young maid, oblivious to the disguised assassin hiding in the shadow of an old grandfather clock. Morgana noticed them and a smile came to her own face.
"Ah, Hello Mama, Papa."
The head maid smiled back. "Oh, hello Morgana. Did Lady Aria give you a few minutes to yourself?"
The younger maid gave a subtle, tentative glance at the hiding assassin, who gestured that meant 'I'm not here'. "Yes she did, Mama. I decided to take a quick walk around the manor. I didn't expect to bump into you and Papa though."
The butler smiled next and spoke. "Well, your mother and I were just finishing our rounds, so we must be off. I hope you're staying out of trouble?"
"Of Course, Papa. You know me better than that."
"I know, I'm just teasing. Anyway, your mother and I must be on our way. Goodbye for now, Morgana."
"Goodbye Mama, Papa." With that, the couple continued on their way, and Ender slipped out the shadows. He glanced at the two retreating figures before raising an eyebrow towards the black-haired girl. In less than a second, his face fell back to its neutral state.
"Those are adoptive parents. You're not their birth-child."
The young maid tried weakly to deny it, but Ender cut her off abruptly.
"I may not be from the city, but I'm far from incompetent. You shared little to no resemblance to those two, so spared me the denial. What happened to your birth parents?"
She remained apprehensive and quiet at first, but eventually caved. She stopped walking and slowly sat down on a nearby chair, and Ender sat down next to her.
"You're right; they're not my real parents. The village where I was born was attacked and my family was…" her voice trembled and she had to stop to take a shaky breath. "My parents and my older brother were killed. I haven't seen any of them for 9 years… I love my Mama and Papa, but I can't bring myself to call them my Mother and Father. I feel like I would be betraying their memories if I did…" a single sob escaped her as her hands went to her face.
"9 years? The Lejare Fires…" he mumbled. He slowly looked at her before he spoke directly to her.
"I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my family in the Fires as well. My father worked as a hunter and my mother worked as a healer. It wasn't a large village, but we were close. It was called Yttria, out in the Lejare desert."
Morgana stopped crying and quickly stood up, backing away slightly. "Yttria? Your mother and father were the village healer and a hunter in Yttria?"
"Morgana?"
The maid didn't reply straight away. Instead she sang her next words slightly. "Fly far, Fly away Little Crows…."
Ender's mind went into over-drive. 'Mother's rhyme!? She never sang to anyone else but me, how can this girl know it!?' Tentatively, he sang the next line "Til the moon comes up and the sun away goes…"
Morgana's hands flew to her mouth and she suddenly found it hard to breath. With great effort she struggled to speak. "J-James? Is that you? It's me…
I'm your little sister…"
A/N: And now Ender's true name comes to light. For continuity's sake, I'll still refer to him as Ender, except Morgana's dialogue might refer to him as James or Brother.
To you readers specifically, I apologise for taking so long, but to make up for it, by the time you read this notice, I'll already be working on the next chapter. It'll still take a while for it to be finished, but earlier started mean earlier finished (I hope). If you haven't already, Follow and review, your feedback can really help me improve my writing. No pointless flaming please, I need something constructive to help me improve. ;-;
Until Next time, Vale
