i remember how i just started out with writing fanfictions and i had to struggle with making chapters not less then 2000 words, and now i have to make sure that there aren't more than 6000 words OTL

okay, major time skip in this one, basically in the first dialouge 6 months went away, and in the third curisve dialouge a year and so went away, just warning because it may become confusing during reading

also, MAJOR HISTORICAL INACCURACY. i did some research on those people like sam adams and paul revere and decided to give a shit on historical accuracy and will just do things my way.

because it's my story and well, I can.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Charlie Allen.

Chapter IX

"Has she awakened yet, Achilles?"

"No, Connor. It seems like she is in a deep sleep."

"How could this have happened?"

"There are lots of unexplainable things in this world. And maybe some of them are just meant to be not explained. "

"But it has been almost six months! No one can sleep for this long. What if Charlie is already dead?"

"I check on her every day. Her pulse is strong, and her body temperature stays the same. You do not have to worry about her. But I sense there is something else bothering you."

"… I visited the Clan Mother few weeks ago and talked to her. She requested to see Charlie, but I told her this is not possible now. It seems the Clan Mother knows something."

"I see. Then we should patiently wait for Charlie to wake up. For now, we need to focus on what is in front of us."

oOo

"Ratonhnaké:ton! Ratonhnhaké:ton!"

"Kanen'tó:kon? Why are you here? Has something happened?"

"William Johnson has returned- with all the money required to buy our land. He meets with the elders as we speak. I have begged them to resist. But I fear he shall have his way unless you intervene."

"How is this possible? We destroyed the tea."

"Please, you have to stop him."

"Of course. Can you tell me where they are meeting?"

"Johnson Hall is just across the river. The water is well guarded, Ratonhnhaké:ton."

"Wait for me here."

oOo

"Ah, no. What have you done?"

"Ensured and end to your schemes. You sought to claim these lands for the Templars…"

"Aye. That we might PROTECT them! Do you think that good King George lies awake at nights hoping that no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict- when there's crops that need soil- when there's … When there's no enemy to fight- we'll see how kind the people are then."

"The colonists have no quarrel with the Iroquois."

"Not yet. But they will. 'Tis the way of the world. In time, they'll turn. I… I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all…"

"You speak of salvation, but you were killing them."

"Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you."

"May the Faceless One grant you the peace you claimed to seek."

oOo

"Hello? Is someone here? Where am I?"

"Charlie Allen. I have been waiting for you."

"What the… Who are you?"

"I am Juno. I am a member of the First Civilization."

"Uhm okay. Achilles history lesson, got it."

"Hm, I see, your time here hasn't changed you all too much."

"No, why should it?"

"Child, the only reason you are here is to see your flaws and correct them."

"… Excuse me? I think I know pretty much what's wrong with me. I simply decided not to change anything."

"This is exactly your problem. You think it is alright to be the way you are now. Time will tell otherwise though."

"But-"

"Now Charlie, I believe it is time for you to wake up. Until the next time."

oOoOoOo

"Hmph!"

With a loud thud my body smacked onto the wooden floor, while my face was kissing it. I tried to lift my arms and legs, but realized that they were rather stuck in the bed sheet. Looking over my shoulders, I saw that my whole body was tangled up in it. I reminded myself of a burrito.

What the hell?

I wiggled my whole body, trying to get out of it. After many failed attempts I ended up rather tired, so I gave up. Guess I'll just have to wait for Achilles or Connor to show up.

Hm, wasn't I in the woods with Myriam just a while ago? No wait, I fainted. Again.

Groaning loudly, I looked around and saw that I was back in the room in the manor. Out of the window, the sky was blue. I also noted that it was remarkably warmer. And is that a tree with green leaves I see? Wasn't it just in the middle of December?

I have a bad feeling about this.

Or to express it more nicely in my mother tongue: Mir schwant übles. Although I have no idea what a swan has got to do with it.

Maybe I should shout for help? But if you ask me, I did rather land loudly onto the floor. I'm sure someone might have heard that and would at least come up and check on me. Patiently my eyes were set on the door, waiting for it to open every passing second and meet a familiar face.

Oh look, the sword with my name on it was leaning against a cupboard. I forgot to ask Juno about that…

Wait whoa, who the fuck was Juno? I furrowed my brows and thought hard. Right, that woman who visited me in my dreams. Didn't she say lot of weird things that didn't even make sense at all? Damn what was it again?

"That motherfucking son of a bitch…" I cursed under my breath to rather no one.

Just in that moments the door swung open, revealing two pairs of feet. I looked up from my pathetic position. Achilles stood there, supported by his cane and Connor held the door, tomahawk in his hand. Both men looked rather stunned and surprised.

"Uh yeah." I greeted with an awkward grin "A little help maybe?"

oOo

An old man, an assassin and a teenager who was –probably- in some sort of coma for at least a whole year, were sitting at the fireplace and drinking tea.

Yeah, I slept through a year and three months. I couldn't believe when I heard that, but at this point nothing really surprises me anymore, especially after that weird dream encounter with this so called Juno bitch. But I am rather surprised (and a bit thankful) that they didn't think of me dead and buried me the next best chance they had.

I should really have a little bit more faith in them

Still I was having a hard time processing what I just heard. A whole year… Oh man, what the hell was my family thinking right now? They must think I'm dead now. Let's not forget that I missed my seventeenth birthday. Judging by the weather it's probably somewhat March. Yeah, I'll make sure not to miss my eighteenth birthday. Also, William Johnson was dead, though I had to remember first who that guy was again.

I wonder how Myriam was now… Surely she must be worried, after she was with me when I collapsed. Her arm must have healed. Speaking of healing, I noticed that I don't have those ugly scars on my face anymore.

"How are you feeling?" Achilles inquired.

I took a deep breath. "I honestly don't know. My life's just one hell of a mess." Should I tell them about Juno? Eh, maybe better not, otherwise I'll have to tell them what she said to me, and I'd like to keep this piece of information to myself. But what makes me think that this was real? I mean, this conversation with her could be just a dream, and Juno doesn't even exist at all.

"A lot of strange thing has been happening to you lately, hasn't it?" The old man commented and poured some tea for himself.

I nodded meekly; suddenly I remembered a quote from Kingdom Hearts that somehow fitted into this situation of mine. "I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real… Or not?"

Connor gave me a questioning side glance, wondering what I was rambling about, while Achilles thought about what I said, and then responded: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

It was a simple statement, one I didn't really understand, and yet it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like I have heard it sometime before, back home maybe. It made me feel uneasy.

Achilles put his tea cup down on a small table and stood up from his chair. "Well, best we get some sleep now. Although I doubt you will need it now." He referred to my comatose state from which I just have awoken.

I rolled my eyes at that unnecessary comment. It was nice to know that old man hasn't changed all too much during my mental absent. And just for your record, if I want to sleep, I could do it anytime. I'm basically living for my sleep.

Regardless I thought it was still too early for me to go back to sleep now, so I stayed in the living room. The cracking sound of the fire made me felt like home, a little bit. All I needed now was some Chopin music in the background, a good book and a cup of hot chocolate.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into my seat, until I got disturbed by Connor, who apparently hasn't left the room yet. "What are you thinking right now?"

"Sitting in front of the fire, reading a good, I don't know."

"No, I mean what are you really thinking?" He demanded. I see, he hasn't changed much over this one year either. Or maybe I simply never knew him.

"I wonder what my family was thinking right now. I mean, I did disappear without a word… They must think I am dead now." I chuckled bitterly and stared into the lively fire.

"Why not send them a letter."

I simply shook my head, not wanting to explain Connor why writing a letter would be pointless for me.

"Is it because you are from another century?" Connor asked. I snapped my eyes open and stared at him in shock, my heart pounding loudly. I felt how blood started to rush into my face. Before I could even ask how he knew that, he explained: "I found your journal and read some entries while you were asleep. Achilles then told me your exact situation why you cannot return home. "It would explain why you are… Different from the others."

I could care less that Achilles told Connor everything. Sooner or later he would have found it out anyway. What I personally didn't like was the fact that he read my journal. It was an invade of privacy and I'm pretty sure he knew that too! Good thing for me that I don't really know how to keep diary, and thus most of the things I write are pretty neutral. I hope. I don't even remember what I wrote exactly. Probably a bunch of things that didn't even made sense at all.

Sensing that I was a slightly angry at this, Connor apologized: "I'm sorry for invading your privacy like this, but it was necessary for me to see if you could really be trusted."

I got up from my chair. "If there are some other things you want to confess to me, spit it out now." I spat as I walked to the door, planning to go out and get some fresh air and get away from him.

Connor spoke up after a few seconds: "When you were out with Myriam and collapsed…"

"Yeah, what about that?"

"It was the same place I found you the first time."

Silence followed after he spoke it out. The assassin looked at me with an unreadable expression, waiting for a reaction.

I stood there at the doorway for a while, pondering about what he just revealed. Yes, it was a strange thing indeed. Perhaps I should just avoid that place in the future. If it was the same place he found me, does that mean there was a curse somewhere?

"Are you going somewhere?" Connor asked, putting me out of my thoughts.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just want to go outside, you know, since I have slept for this long." The last part came out more sarcastically.

"The Homestead community has grown in your absent. Perhaps I should introduce you to the new habitants living here."

I thought about how he had offered Myriam a place to stay here so she could share her hunts with the others, and wondered who else moved here. Nodding at his proposal, I stepped aside so Connor could get out of the living room and then I followed him out.

But before, he took out a black notebook out of his assassin attire and handed it to me. It was my journal. I took it and tugged it under my arm, not wanting to go upstairs to put it away.

"Today is the 485th day." He informed me as he walked out of the door, the tiniest bit of a smile forming on his lip, amused about my ways of keeping track of time.

I was stunned at what I just saw. Not did he only count the days for me while I was asleep, he also smiled a little! Barely see able, it was there nonetheless.

Realizing that he wasn't going to wait for me forever I quickly jogged up to him.

oOoOoOo

Day 485

The Homestead community has grown a lot during my mental absent. I met some new people: Godfrey and Terry and their wives; Warren and Prudence; David and Maurice. I also saw Myriam again, and she was really happy to see me. Just like I assumed, her arms has healed. We talked a bit, even thought there wasn't much to talk about, and then Myriam suggested I should tag along with her tomorrow to her trip to Boston. She said that there she can sell some of the leftovers of her hunt that no one needed here. Connor half heartly agreed to this arrangement, warning that I should stay at the huntress side no matter what.

oOoOoOo

It felt like I have never really left Boston. Well, technically I didn't. I kept thinking that I was just here yesterday. Not much has changed. Still same smelly air, Redcoats patrolling everywhere and people selling their goods.

Myriam stopped the carriage on the market place I recognized form my last visit. She set up the things she wanted to sell to show waited for people to buy them. There were various things like animal skin, meat and so on.

Truth to be told, it felt a bit weird to be in Boston without Connor. Well, it was generally a weird feeling to be somewhere without him, since I have pretty much stuck to his side the whole time, whether it was on my own will or not. That thought just made me realize how much I had to rely on him, which was a bad thing, since I can't depend on him forever. But I guess being here in Boston with Myriam is the first big step to change that.

The huntress was currently negotiating with a customer about the price of an animal skin. I didn't contribute in it of course; I merely sat on a box, arms on my knees and chin resting on my hands, watching the people. I had to think of Adams and the others suddenly. What were they doing right now?

It seemed like the negotiation didn't go all too well. The customer left rather offended, while Myriam looked annoyed and disappointed at the same time.

"Maybe you should take it easy." I suggested lamely, and offered her some space to sit on the box.

She sighed and sat down. "Yes I know, but if I don't sell anything, I might have to come tomorrow again…"

At that I didn't say anything. Can't we just stay at an inn for the night? It would be far better then travel the whole way here again.

Just then someone approached us to look at the things Myriam was selling. Myriam stood up again to talk to the customer, since it would be rude to just sit there and do nothing. I didn't pay much attention to the customer though, until I heard him speak up.

"My my, what beautiful animal skin you're selling."

I couldn't help myself but perk up at the sound of his voice. It sounded really really really familiar, so familiar that I didn't even dare to look up to see if the customer really was who I thought he was.

I did it anyway and got to see the same face form the mystery guy back on my first trip on the Aquila. It seemed like he recognized me too, because he gave me a knowing smile. Okay, 'recognizing' wasn't the right word. It was more like; he knew I was going to be here.

And I didn't like that a bit. Though I didn't let it show, I simply pretended to have never met him before. And mystery guy was doing the same thing. After few seconds, it was getting a bit stupid. Obviously he knew something about me and the situation I'm in, and I'd have to talk to him about that. But I couldn't because Myriam was here and there was no need for her to know everything.

Mystery guy bought rather a lot of things, so many I bet he couldn't even carry them all on his own. Soon I found out that this was his intention.

"I don't want to be a nuisance and sound like a burden, but would you be so king and help me carry some of the animal skins? I don't live far from here." The blond guy asked politely and looked at me.

I exchanged some unsure glances with Myriam. Connor said I wasn't supposed to leave her side. But I really needed to talk to him. Besides, since when did I listen to Connor?

"I guess I can." I said and helped the dude carry some things "I'll be right back, don't worry!"

Giving me a last worried look, Myriam nodded and I followed after the mystery guy to God knows where.

For a while, we were walking in silence, and I wondered whether he really lived in Boston or not. Because when I first met him, it definitely wasn't in Boston. To be honest, I had the feeling he didn't even have a place to live. Not that he needed one.

We stopped in front of a shop and set the things down.

I went straight to business: "Okay, mystery boy, spit it out. What the hell is going on?" I emphasized my question by crossing my arms and tapping my foot impatiently, like those cartoon characters you see on TV.

"Hm, and I thought Juno told you most of things you needed to know." He replied with a smirk and shook his blonde shaggy hair.

"How do you kno-"

"I was send here to watch over you."

I am sure that I must have looked pretty dumb right now, or at least had a stupid expression on. That only seemed to make his smirk grow bigger.

"Does that mean you're from the future too?" I inquired, remembering what he said about poker decks being invented in the 19th century. He couldn't have known that if he was from here.

"Not directly." The mystery guy replied secretively "I am… Far older then I look like. Few centuries older maybe."

"In other words, you're not human." I deadpanned unimpressed. I have read enough fanfictions to know what he was talking about and/or where this was going.

"If you say so." He noted lightly, not agreeing nor disagreeing with my statement.

I pressed my lips into a thin line thinking what I could ask him next. Back in the market, there were million of questions I wanted to ask, but couldn't because there were people watching, but now that we are somewhere away, I didn't know what to ask. Maybe I should start with some basic stuff.

"Do you have a name?"

"Theodore Nott." He replied smugly.

"Sure. And I'm Hermione Granger." I remarked sarcastically.

"No you're not." He pointed out "You don't have her looks and you certainly don't have her brain. You're Charlene Katja Allen, but you prefer to be called Charlie."

I raised an eyebrow. Why am I not surprised to hear that he knew my name? And was he calling me ugly and dumb? Eh whatever, I don't know him, so I could care less about what he thought of me. At least he knows about Harry Potter. I do have to admit, it feels good to be able to make jokes and/or references about stuff form the 21stcentury and not having to worry about people won't understanding it.

Trying to suppress a grin, I asked: "Okay, honestly, what is your name?"

Mystery guy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have a name. I don't need one."

Hearing that I was taken slightly taken aback. This needs to be changed, because I have absolutely no desire to call him mystery guy every time when I'm thinking of him.

"Theo is it then." I confirmed more to myself than to him. Short for Theodore. In my opinion it was an old-fashioned name, but then again, it is the 18th century, so old fashioned stuff is allowed here. And it was still better than those old German names like Wolfgang, Eberhard or Friedrich. Just thinking of those names makes me shudder. I'm not even going to start with old German girl names.

There was a silence. I took the chance to look around a bit. The streets were unfamiliar to me, can't say that I have been here before. But then again, in my eyes every streets and corners in Boston looked the same to me. I also noted that we stood in front of a silversmith shop. Curiosity got the better hold of me, so I glanced quickly into the shop window to see what kind of stuff were inside. A wooden desk could be made out, where tool and an unfinished craft were lying on it. No one was inside though, so I assumed that the shop was closed.

The silversmith shop suddenly reminded me of a certain thing I desperately wanted to ask. "What's up with that sword?"

Theo looked like he didn't know what I was talking about, but then his face lit up. "Ah, that."

"Yeah, that." I mocked him.

"It's just for your own protection. Though I am rather surprised to see you walking around without it. Did you test it out already?"

"Of course not."

"You should. Once you're really good at it, you'll think there's nothing better than holding a sword."

"The note said I already knew how to use it, I'm just not good at it."

"Practice makes you perfect." Theo advised, which was not helping me a lot.

I sighed and rand a hand through my hair. "Okay, next question. A year asleep? Really? Is this some kind of a joke?"

The blonde guy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I thought you basically live for your sleep." When he saw the glare I was shooting into his direction he sighed and replied: "It was necessary, because there were some problems in the other world. But it got solved, so no worry."

Problems? Other world? He's not making sense at all! I tried my best not to punch him. Taking a deep breath and mentally counting to three, I added: "You're not helping."

"I'm not here to help you, my order is simply to watch over you and make sure you don't die out there." He responded, suddenly sounding very cold and heartless.

I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it again. Well, I can already scratch him from the list of possible people who could help.

Asshole.

Before I could plan out my next move, I heard someone calling my name. Turning around, I saw Sam Adams and Paul Revere standing a few meters away from me, looking surprised to see me.

"Miss Allen, what are you doing here?" Sam asked and both men walked up to me.

"Oh, I'm just talking to-" I moved my head back and hold up my hand to point at Theo, only to see the spot empty. That douche disappeared again, along with all the things he bought from Myriam. "I was just admiring the works in this nice little shop." I said instead and put on a fake smile.

"Why thank you, Miss Allen."Revere stepped forward again. I assume that this shop belongs to him. So he's a silversmith? "Do you perhaps want to go inside and see my other works?"

I thought about this offer. Hm, I should really go back now, Myriam is probably worried. But I also really want to go inside.

Meh, what harm could it do? Just for a few minutes, and then I'm back in no time.

"Sure, I'd like that." I beamed and stepped aside so he could open the door to his little shop.

Adams and I followed him inside. It was a small shop. The air was a little bit stuffy, but other than that it was cozy inside.

"Is Connor perhaps with you here in Boston?" Sam inquired.

I shook my head as an answer. Sam looked a bit disappointed, but then turned his attention back to Paul and started to discuss some things with him. I continued looking around. On a shelve stood few things like a pan or a pot. Next to it hung a clock. It read 5 p.m.

"Holy shit, it's already five?!" I yelled out, getting the attention of both men. "Well I gotta go now. Myriam is going to kill me."

I was ready to walk to the door and just go away, but then it came to me that this would be extremely rude. Turning back, I bowed down in an apologizing manner (a habit I picked up from watching too much anime). "Sorry, but I really have to go now. Thanks for showing me this shop though."

Paul took my hand and put a light kiss on it. "You are most welcome, Miss Allen. Please come and visit me again. It was a pleasure to see you again!"

I tried my best not to grimace at the kiss. This is definitely something I'll never get use to it.

"Yeah, me too. Bye!" I waved at them goodbye and stepped out of the shop, looking left and right, wondering which direction I should take now. I came to the conclusion that I have absolutely no idea how to get back to Myriam.

Fuck my life.

"Do you require help?" Sam asked, suddenly standing next to me.

Cheeks turning red from being caught, I replied sheepishly: "Yeah, maybe, a little bit. I need to get back to the market."

Adams nodded and gestured me to follow him.

"There is something I want you to do for me." Sam started a conversation.

"Okay…?"

"Could you please, when you see Connor, tell him that the Son of Liberty is in need of his assistance? I have the feeling the British are up to no good here in Boston."

"Sure." I agreed to it, wondering what they are up to. Whatever it was, it's the best to stay out of it as far as possible.

The sun was setting down, and slowly the people on the streets were getting less and less. I'm feeling guilty now. I should have just stayed with Myriam instead of 'helping Theo carrying his stuff'. What an idiot I am.

On the way Adams also asked some questions about me, stuff like where I'm from, what clothes I'm wearing and what happened to my eyes. I answered them more or less truthfully, sometimes tactfully changing the subject.

We passed a group of Redcoats, who were standing at a wall, chatting and having their fair share of drinks. Avoiding eye contact, we carefully passed them by. I noticed that one person who was drinking with them wasn't a Redcoat (due his clothes). He was holding a beer bottle in his hand. I recognized him as the man with that prostitute the other day in Boston.

Well, shit.

When he lifted up his eyes to look at us, I quickly turned my head away. But then he shouted: "Hey, it's Sam Adams! A member 'f the Son of Liberty! Get 'im! Get that girl too!"

We stopped dead track and turned around. The Redcoats threw their bottles away and grabbed their muskets, starting to run at us. They guy who ratted us out simply smirked in satisfaction and took another sip from his bottle.

Well, double shit.

I saw how Sam reached for his sword. I mentally face palmed myself. Was he seriously going to fight a group of Redcoats now? I can understand if Connor wanted to do that, but not Adams. Instead I grabbed him by his sleeve and yelled: "Fucking run!"

It seems like I didn't need to tell him that twice. Adams picked up the pace and now it was him dragging me down the streets, because I had no idea where we were supposed to go.

I turned back to see if we were being followed. I guess it was our luck the soldiers consumed alcohol before and therefore were having small trouble with keeping up now. Still we didn't take the risk to slow down. Sam was slowly getting out of breath, much to my surprise. I for my part could probably still a run a bit more, thanks to keep doing morning jogging for a long time.

"This way." He said and dragged me into an alleyway. He looked around for something, and then spotted a door that seemed to lead down, and opened it, motion me to quickly go in.

It was dark inside and it smelled musty. Adams touched along the wall until he found something he could use to light up a fire. Times like this I wish I had a flashlight. But alas, they weren't invented yet.

"Let's go."

I followed Sam Adams closely. It was a real secret underground tunnel. It reminded me of that catacomb in Paris. Well, at least there aren't some bones stuck in the wall.

After walking around in the underground for a long time, we finally reached a door that lead us up. Sam carefully opened the door, looking around to make sure there weren't any Redcoats patrolling, and then helped me to get out.

Much to my surprise, and dismay, it was dark outside too. Shit shit shit, I hope Myriam was still here, but then again, I think the British soldiers were looking for us now, so I can't exactly go back to her. How fast does news travel in Boston?

Sam turned to me and apologized: "Forgive me for dragging you into this mess, Miss Allen, but I fear we may have to leave Boston now that the Redcoats are looking for us."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Well, I'm blaming Sam now for this because if I wasn't with him, the Redcoats wouldn't be after me now too. Also, that one asshole with the beer bottle was also guilty. Why did he say to get me too? Is it because he thought I was a part of the Son of Liberty too?

Following Adams into a building, I wondered what Connor would think now if he found out in what mess I am now.

oOoOoOo

"Miss?"

"Yes? Oh, you're the one who bought my wares! Where is Charlie?"

"Don't worry, Miss. She is with Sam Adams right now, but she is safe."

"What happened?"

"They had run into some troubles with the Redcoats, but I can assure you, nothing bad has happened to her."

"How could his have happened? And where is she now?"

"I fear they had to leave Boston to go into hiding for a while. Miss Allen was requested from Sam Adams to deliver this letter to a certain Connor, but it seems like she won't be able to do that now. Would you kindly do this for her?"

"Yes, sure. But may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Theodore. I am an… Admirer of Miss Allen."

oOo

Day 486

Sam and I left Boston early in the morning. There was also another guy, Hancock, with us. Just like I thought, the Redcoats were looking for me too, thinking that I may be an accomplice of Sam Adams. We are leaving Boston for Lexington to hide there for a while. I hope Myriam was alright. And I hope Connor won't be all too pissed off.

a question to fellow writer: How do you guys work on stories? like, do you write everything down on a paper, or just type everythign straight away, or do you make a mind map about what should happen et cetera?

AnnAisu: YOU SEE, LIGHT IS MADE UP OF LOTS OF COLORS. AND RED IS THE ONE THAT TRAVELS THE FARTHEST.

Treadaway: yeah me too :D I actually rooted for MyriamxConnor, but then Norris came and destroyed everything -.-;

PuccaBabie: lol, do I even want to know what happened there xD

TheShadowKitty12: I HOPE THIS CHAPTER ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS :D I like Myriam, so naturally those two are going to be good friends. It also gives me a good reason to bully Norris later C:

MorWolfMor: REFERENCES FTW. few times maybe, but the way i write the stories is a bit tiring, and I don't wanna stress my beta reader too much xD

ShadowStarlight: (insert big connor hug here :D)

NinjaxSketchxArt: maybe she already lost her mind, she just doesn't know it xP or something like that IDk...

edgaryg: SPECIAL GUEST: PEDO BEAR 8DDD