CHAPTER 11! I just want to say that I really love your guys' reviews. It really makes me want to keep writing. But sometimes, it would be nice to read something YOU guys wrote. Lately, school has been a problem. It's getting in the way of our creativity. Not only do I don't have enough time to read and write, you guys don't have time to read and write. Sooo... Joan and Scatty Friendship Forever! There should really be more stories about their friendship, or should I say, sistership, since they're technically sisters. That's so cool! :D
"How much further until we can reach Chinon?", asked Joan to Jean de Metz. They are standing in front of the church of the ancient village of St. Catherine de Fierbois. (BTW St. Catherine was one of Joan's voices)
"Colet said we should be there tomorrow", answered Jean from his place against the wall.
Joan thought while pacing and then asked, "Can you write?"
Jean stiffened and replied proudly, "Of course I do!"
"Show off!", scoffed Scatty, sitting on the dew covered grass.
"Well it's not my fault I received an education." He then returned his attention back to Joan.
"Then you wouldn't mind writing a letter for me?", she asked.
Jean grinned and nodded. "Sure."
Joan acknowledged her gratitude and went to join Scatty on the grass. The Warrior Maiden was laying down on the grass, staring up into the pale blue sky. She was deep in thought about things that will remain a mystery, when Joan of Arc sat down beside her.
"What are you doing?", asked Joan.
Scathach lifted herself up on her elbows and turned her head to look at her friend. "I was just looking at the clouds. There are some interesting shapes."
"I bet I can spot more than you", challenged Joan, a wide smile on her face.
"Oh, so we're feeling competitive today, eh?", smirked Scatty. "You're on!"
So Joan laid down and positioned herself next to her friend. Already, she has found something. "I see a butterfly!", Joan pointed out.
"Darn it! How did you find one so quickly?" Scatty's eyes searched the sky, until she spotted a shoe-shaped cloud. "There's one that looks like a shoe!"
"I found a...fish? Mermaid?", said Joan hesitantly, as she pointed to a cloud that look somewhat like a fish and something else.
Scatty squinted her eyes and concentrated hard. "I...think...it's a mermaid. Yep, a mermaid." She then rubbed her eyes, for the sunlight was making them teary.
Joan shook her head. "No it's definitely a whale!"
Scatty glanced critically at her. "Joan, I have lived in this world for far longer than you have. I think I know a mermaid when I see one."
"Whale."
"Mermaid."
"Whale."
"Mermaid."
"Whale!"
"Mermaid!"
They went back and forth like that for almost an hour, until it started to rain. Then they came to an agreement that it was neither a whale or mermaid, but is a...wait for it...MERWHALE! So they went to lodge at a local tavern, where after supper, Joan dictated a letter while Jean wrote it down. It read:
Most gentle Dauphin, my name is Joan of Arc. I have traveled a hundred and fifty miles to come to your aid, which I do by command of my Lord, the King of Heaven. I know many things that will bring you much peace of mind. I beg audience with you so that I may accomplish God's will in France. As a sign of what I say is true, I will recognize you among all others, no matter how you disguise yourself. Written on Friday, the fourth day of March, at the village of St. Catherine de Fierbois. Signed Joan of Arc.
(That is the actual letter that Joan dictated. I've been studying her for years) Joan put a small cross by her name, as she does not know how to write. Though she would soon learn to write her name. Colet de Vienne was then sent ahead to deliver the letter.
"What did you mean by you will recognize him?", asked Scatty as she hung up her cloak.
Joan fluffed up the pillow on her bed. "My voices just told me that he will try to disguise himself. Out of fear, I think."
Scatty went to sit on her bed, which is across from Joan's bed. She then began to remove her boots. "Oh really?"
Joan settled herself into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Yeah...", she sighed. "It's been such a looong week."
Scatty nodded in agreement. "It has been one HECK of a week. Although, I had stranger ones."
They both laughed, but soon died out quickly. There was silence for a few seconds, with the snoring from the other room being the only sound. "Thanks, Scatty, for saving my life back there", said Joan somberly.
"Your welcome. I have no idea what I would do without you. You're my best friend", she added earnestly.
Joan turned her body to look at Scatty, a light smile on her lips. "You would've probably fly into an epic rage and give my killer absolute hell."
Scatty grinned mischievously. "Well I am the Shadow, after all." Scatty shook her head slowly. "I could never let anything happen to you...and neither would Jean", she added softly.
"What about Jean?"
"Um, nothing. It's nothing."
Joan shrugged and turned her body the other way. Then Joan yawned and closed her eyes. "I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Scatty." Almost immediately, her breathing settled into an easy rhythm.
Scatty yawned and eased her head down to the pillow. "Good night, Joan."
The sun was rising over the horizon, when the party finally reached Chinon, their long awaited destination. "The Dauphin's castle!", exclaimed Jean, pointing towards the magnificent white stone structure looming on top a rocky hill. The castle was a splendid sight, overlooking the beautiful Loire River, a little town nestled at its feet.
Joan's eyes widen and she was speechless. "Isn't it just beautiful Scatty?", asked Joan in awe, nudging her friend." I'm so glad we made it."
Scatty couldn't remember the last time she has seen a sight as fine as the castle of Chinon. It looked so majestic, with its white washed stones, and tall towers. Scathach couldn't help but be impressed. "Yes. Yes, it's so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time."
Joan's excitement soon got the best of her. She tugged hard on her horse's reins, causing it rear back. "Come on, guys! Enough sight seeing!", and with those words, she promptly spurred her horse forward. They soon found lodging at the popular Bowmens Inn.
Their joy was cut short, for the Dauphin was hesitant in seeing Joan. George Tremouille and the Archbishop were against it, while his mother-in-law, Yolande, was all for it.
They were forced to spend two agonizing days waiting, while the Dauphin's agents came daily to question Jean and Bertrand. They asked trivial questions about Joan's moral character, her mission, her personality, and the details of their journey to Chinon. Meanwhile, Joan attended Mass with Scathach in the nearby church, praying to God for patience to endure these pointless inquiries and the delays they are causing.
One day, a group of Charles's royal bishops came, saying that he wanted Joan to tell them the message she wishes to give to him. Joan graciously refused, saying, "I'm really sorry, sirs, but God has entrusted me with a sacred message. He wills for it to fall on the Dauphin's ears alone."
Jean and Bertrand were frustrated. "Why did you that, Joan?", asked Jean inquiringly. "That could have been our chance to get the message across."
Joan answered simply, "Because, Jean, this message is only between me, the Dauphin, and God. I am the messenger, and it's my duty to deliver it to the Dauphin and him alone." Despite their anxiety, Jean and Bertrand couldn't help but respect that.
Seeing their distress, Joan reassured them by declaring, "Don't worry about it! The Dauphin shall hear me presently, for nothing can stop me from fulfilling my mission."
No doubt, Charles knew about the prophecy by the revered wizard, Merlin (People at that time really believed that Merlin came up with it!), that France shall be ruined by a woman, and saved by a maiden from Lorraine. How could he not? It was on everyone's mind, and upon every lip. Everyone knew who the 'woman' was, Charles's mother and the infamous, Queen Isabeau, who shamelessly handed France over to England. People began to speculate that Joan might be the maiden who would save France! Joan is a maiden and she is from Lorraine. Everything seems to fall in her favor. Joan took advantage of all the publicity by beginning to call herself, 'the Maid', or 'Virgin'.
"Joan of Arc, the Maid. It has a nice ring to it", said Scatty when she told her. Soon, everybody was calling her that, especially those who really believed.
Despite of all of this however, the Dauphin still had doubts, thanks to George la Tremoille and his partner in crime, the Archbishop of Rheims. But Yolande of Aragon was still fighting over with them, gaining little progress everyday.
Finally, after two days, they got a lucky break. Joan, Jean, and Bertrand were eating breakfast, when Scatty streamed into the dining room, a rolled up piece of paper clutched in her hands. She came up to them and exclaimed happily, "Good news guys! The Dauphin wants to see Joan."
"That's great!", exclaimed Bertrand and Jean.
"I told you guys not to worry", said Joan smiling. She then turned to Scatty, who was pulling out a chair to sit next to her. "When and where?"
"Ummm...", Scatty checked the message again. "Tonight at nine 'o clock sharp at his castle."
"Good, then we shall be there at nine", she then went back to eating her eggs.
Meanwhile, Scatty waved down the waitress and ordered two eggs, toast, and a mug of scotch. The rest of the day was pretty normal. Joan and Scatty took the news gratefully without losing their heads, whereas Jean and Bertrand couldn't eat or sleep, or do any rational thing as the appointed time moves ever so closer. That is, until they began to realize some new found difficulties that concerns Joan.
Both of them have been to the royal court before, and are familiar with all the processes and expectations. They were worried about how Joan would react to all the pomp and splendors and sophistication of it all. They feared that being a simple peasant girl, Joan would be overwhelmed by the royal court.
"Now, Bertrand, we must not over think this", reassured Jean. "After all, we were there when she first met Baudricourt."
Bertrand nodded in reluctant agreement. "Yes, yes, you're right. There's nothing to worry about."
"You want to go to the tavern and get a couple of drinks first?"
Bertrand sprang up from his seat. "To the tavern!"
So together they went, indeed, to the tavern for a few good'ol mugs of spirit raising wine.
Thus, the time came and they set off to the Dauphin's castle just as the sun was setting over the horizon. They traveled up the cobblestone streets, which were alive with riotous laughter and vulgar songs.
"Joan, look", said Scatty with a quick lift of her chin. As they passed an especially rowdy tavern, a drunken man suddenly came crashing out of the door, his face all bloody and swollen.
"Oh my", exclaimed Joan.
"That man definitely needs some help", remarked Scatty casually.
Amazingly, the man was able to shakily pull himself up. He appeared to be oblivious to everything, even pain, for he was so drunk. With a mug of beer held high in one hand, he barely made it on to the street. "Lets...celebrate Christmas...everybody!",said the drunk in a groggy voice, before falling hard against Jean's horse. The horse got spooked and pranced nervously as the man fell face down into the muddy street.
Joan was afraid that the poor man would drown in the mud, and motioned for Jean to help him. Jean and Bertrand obediently complied. Both of them dismounted and Jean washed the dirt and muck off of the man's face with some water from his canteen. Then they dragged his unconscious body to the side of the street, where they left him propped against a wall.
As they traveled up the steep hill of the chateau, they could see the outline of the great castle in the dim moon light. "Have you ever been in a castle, Scatty?", asked Joan, curious.
Scatty tilted her head. "I've been to a few, but none of them are in this world."
When they reached the top, they came upon a humble wooden bridge that went over the dry moat of the castle. As they crossed the bridge, they could see the castle's garrison of soldiers gathered. These ones were just as rough looking and scum-like as the ones back in Vaucouleurs. Scatty glanced around vigilantly and put her hand to her sword. She was prepared to lash out at anyone who came too close.
The soldiers glared at them as they passed by. Some held mugs of beer idly in their hands, while others looked up from gambling tables. Not a dice was rolled, nor a sound was made.
Suddenly, a mounted soldier came out of nowhere in front of them. His face was unshaven and strewn with hard stubble. His eyes were round and small, with a hint of crazy in them. A red, infected pimple sat right in the middle of his large forhead. Overall, his appearance was grotesque.
Ignoring Scathach's warning looks, the rude soldier guided his horse next to Joan and intently looked into her face, saying, "By the damned Godhead! So this is the little Maid is it?! Well she is pretty, even pretty enough for the likes of me!" He let out a loud, sadistic laugh, and was joined in by the rest of the crooked lot.
Scathach and Jean was enraged by his crude insult and just wanted to beat the damn living daylights out of him! Scatty drew her swords and got in between them, silencing the laughter.
"How dare you insult my friend like that, you jackass!", yelled Scatty, waving her sword defiantly in his ugly little face. "Apologize!" Her eyes were wide and blazing like a torch.
Their was a devilish smirk on the asshole's face when he replied," Oh, so you got a friend, eh? That's alright, I got a buddy that she can be with! He loves fiesty redheads!", then he resumed laughing again, a roaring symphony at his wake.
Scatty's scowl got even more intense and she was about to let all hell break loose, when Joan softly placed a hand on her shoulder. "No, Scatty. I'll handle this."
"But...but...", not wanting to make the situation even more worse, Scatty sighed deeply and said," Fine."
Putting away her swords, Scatty reluctantly backed out of the way, but still keeping an eye on the soldier. Joan was satisfied and swiftly turned her horse to confront the blubbering scum. "In God's name! How dare you blaspheme his name, especially when you are so close to death!"
That mutt of a soldier was immediately stunned at her prophetic words, and stopped his excessive laughter to silently glare at her. Without giving him time to answer, Joan quickly made her way across the bridge and into the courtyard.
"You're so lucky that I didn't chop off your head and toss it into the river!",exclaimed Scatty, who took the fine liberty of blowing a raspberry in the bonehead's face. "PFFFFFFTTTTTTTT."
When they arrived, three stable boys tended to their horses, while a servant led them through the entrance and up the steps to the great audience hall. Then they stopped in front of the impressively engraved oak door that leads into the hall.
"Please be patient and wait here", said the servant before going through the door and leaving them in the dark.
"You have got to be kidding me", said Scatty in an annoyed tone.
Meanwhile in the great hall...
The servant hastily made his way through the throngs of nobility gathered in the great hall. He soon reached Charles, who was seated on his throne. He was surrounded by Tremoille and the Archbishop of Rheims one one side, and his mother-in-law Yolande on the other. The servant bowed graciously, and then whispered something in the Dauphin's ears.
Suddenly, Charles found himself light-headed. "I can't do this!", he said abruptly, springing up from his seat.
"Why, Charles! What's the matter?", asked Yolande, extremely concern.
"I just don't feel right about this", he said, exasperated as he started to ascend the the few stairs from the platform holding up his throne.
Yolande gave a deep sigh before following after him. Grabbing his arm, she spun him back around. "She's our only chance, Charles. You can't just walk out on an opportunity like this!"
They were soon joined by Tremoille and the Archbishop. "We warned you, your Majesty! This girl is dangerous in every possible way!", said Tremoille, incredulously wagging a finger.
The Archbishop nodded in ready agreement. "Tremoille is right, your Highness. We don't know anything about her! Why, she could even be a witch, or an assassin! Perhaps, she's not even from Lorraine." He shrugged, an elegant roll of his shoulder.
Charles pulled out a square piece of cloth from his sleeve and began to wipe the perspiration forming on his large forehead. "Ah, you see? What if they're right? What if she is an assassin?"
"You've always been a good judge of character, Charles", persisted Yolande. "It would take you less than five minutes to expose her if she is a fraud...which I highly doubt it", she added quickly, turning to Tremoille and the Archbishop.
"By God, I should have never written to Baudricourt to send her! Now my life is in dire peril", moaned Charles. "Why is life so complicated? I swear that sometimes, I wish I was somebody else."
Yolande's expression suddenly lighted up. "That's not a bad idea!"
"It's not?"
"Yes, it's a brilliant idea!", she reassured him. "In her letter, she said that she could find you, no matter how good your disguise is, correct?"
"Yes..."
"Then why don't you test her!" Then gesturing to the mass of richly dressed nobles gathered, she said, "Have one of your courtiers to pose as you on the throne! If she falls for the ruse, then she's a fraud. Certainly if she was sent by God, then she would have no problem finding you among the crowd."
Charles casually rubbed his chin for a while in consideration. He glanced at Tremoille and the Archbishop, who shook their heads and disapproved. But to their demise, Charles replied," Alright. I'll do it."
He then picked a random man from the crowd and dragged him up to the throne. "Now, you're going to pretend to be me, alright? So act...like royalty. Can you handle it?"
The confused man meekly nodded in understanding. "Great! Then show me your best royal pose."
The man did as he was told and presumed a prominent, grim-like demeanor. Charles scanned him up and down critically. "No, no, it's all wrong!",exclaimed Charles, shaking his head. "Something's missing...ah, I got it!"
Charles reached for a golden scepter and placed it in the man's hand. Then he placed a heavy fur robe on his shoulders, and put a jewel encrusted necklace around his neck.
Charles then stepped back, satisfied. "Perfect!" He ordered for a nearby servant to go and fetch the waiting guests. "Everyone, take your places! We're going to...play a little game."
Back in the hall...
"Ughh! We've been waiting here forever!", moaned Scathach as leaned her head back against the wall.
"We've only been here ten minutes, Scatty", laughed Joan.
"You would think that for royalty, they could at least afford a proper guest room", scoffed Scatty bitterly. "Do they treat all their guests like this?"
Bertrand chuckled at her distress. "Not long, my friend. Just try to not let it bother you too much."
Joan, sensing Scatty's rage, gently placed her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Never mind this, Scatty. What's important is that I deliver my message to the Dauphin. The waiting will be over soon."
Joan's words and tranquility calmed Scatty, who smiled and squeezed her hand in return.
Finally, a different servant opened the door, and asked, "Is Joan, the Maid present?"
"Yes, I am here!", answered Joan.
"Please follow me! His Majesty, the Dauphin awaits you!", he exclaimed with a grand gesture of his arms.
So they walked through the door into what seems like a different world! The walls were lined with ranks of guards in shining steel armor and holding polished halberds.(A long wooden shaft with a spear/ax head. Great for cutting and poking!) They were standing as stiff as their halberds! A multitude of candles filled the room with an overwhelmingly sweet smell, causing some of their eyes to water a little bit. Dozens of torches lit the room, while a roaring fireplace provided the heat. All of the Dauphin's entire royal court of richly dressed lords and ladies were in attendance. At the other end of the hall, was a sceptered figure and blazing with jewels, sitting on a canopied throne.
These colorful butterflies were chatting among themselves, that is until they saw Joan coming out of the door. When they were a good ten feet from the throne, the servant announced,"I present to you, Joan the Maid!" Then with a quiet obeisance, went to join the multitude.
Jean and Bertrand was right. Joan was put off for a good minute at all the splendors and riches of the court, and the sight of the colorful nobility. After her name was announced, she slowly made her way up towards the jeweled figure on the throne. She stood motionless, not even a slight inclination of her head.
The eyes of all the courtiers were fixed on Joan in a gaze of awe. Their expressions shows that they have forgotten themselves and everything around them, and were completely oblivious to everything except the one person they are gazing upon. They had the look of people who are under an enchanting spell.
Pretty soon, the spell wore off and they began to come alive again. Little by little, they all shook off that clinging drowsy feeling. Now, they look at Joan with a strong new interest of another type; they were curious at what she would do...for there was a particular reason behind their curiosity. So they watched her, as she stood there not moving, but only staring at at the figure on the throne.
Scathach and Jean were silently looking upon the scene, when they noticed how sweaty and pale Bertrand's face was. "What is it? What's wrong?",they both whispered urgently.
"The infidels!",answered Bertrand gruffly. "They have taken advantage of the hint in her letter by playing a trick on her! That is NOT the Dauphin who sits there. If she is fooled, they will laugh at her, and most scornfully."
Scatty was outraged. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised at this since they keep their guests in the dark!",she exclaimed under her breath.
Jean sadly shook his head and said, "Ah, poor Joan! Truly, it is a pity to use her so."
Their pity soon turned into amazement, when Joan suddenly turned away from the throne and walked erect, and stately in a slow gait towards a group of gathered courtiers. She went through them as easily as gliding through a wheat field. There, in the middle of that sea of humanity, was the object of her long and arduous journey.
Joan then knelt before him and tenderly embraced his ankles. Then her face lit up joyously as she looked up at him and said, "May God grant you long life, my gentle Dauphin!"
At that, all the courtiers let out a gasp of astonishment. "By God, it is a miracle!", exclaimed Bertrand happily as he grabbed hold of, and almost broke every single bone in Jean and Scatty's hands with a single squeeze.
"How is that possible?", wondered Scatty in awe. Then the answer dawned on her. "Her voices...of course."
Charles, as dumbfounded as any of the others, remained utterly speechless for a while. He just glared at her before saying,"Ah, you have been mistaken,my child! I am not the Dauphin. He is the Dauphin!" He then pointed to the throne. (Hey, it was worth a try for him)
Joan did not budge and was surprised at his comment. With her happy face still lifted up to him, she exclaimed, "No! It is you and none other!"
As she did, the whole court broke into a boisterous din. The young monarch's amused expression then faded away and he became grave and thoughtful. His head then tilted in a quizzical angle. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
Joan's eyes sparkled as she answered, "Your most gracious Majesty, my name is Joan the Maid. I have traveled a hundred and fifty miles to see you, and now I can finally deliver my message to you from the King of Heaven!" She then glanced around at the people around them, before returning her gaze back on him. "Although, I would much prefer to properly tell it to you in private. This message is for you alone."
"Well, you have proven yourself by successfully finding me", considered Charles. "So..."
With a quick wave of his hand, he signaled for the two of them to be left alone. All of the courtiers and nobles moved to the other end of the hall, with Scatty, Jean, and Bertrand following them. They found a quiet spot for themselves where they can easily see the two. They saw Charles bidding Joan to rise up and together, they both headed towards a door near the fireplace. Charles opened the door and held it open as Joan went through it, before closing the door behind him.
The three of them just looked at each other, puzzled.
In a private chamber, Charles bid Joan to sit down before doing the same. They are now away from prying eyes and listening ears. The warmth of the nearby fireplace provided soothing warmth.
Charles relaxed and clasped his hands together in front of him. "Now, we are alone. What is the message that God have for me?"
Joan got comfortable and said, "I will gladly tell it to you, my Dauphin. But before I do, I wish to recall to you a prayer." Her voice was soft and serene, but her conviction was absolute."
Charles leaned closer and nodded for her to continue.
Joan took a deep breath before saying, "Remember that prayer that you made to God on that stormy night?"
Charles was awestruck. "No! It can't be!" In his state of shock, he gripped the arms of his chair tightly.
"Calm down, my Dauphin", consoled Joan. "I understand that you need a minute to recover."
Joan allowed Charles a few minutes to regain his composure. Once he did, he asked softly, "How do you know? That prayer was between me and God exclusively."
Joan looked at him with her clear blue eyes. "I know, because He told me. In that prayer, you asked God to give you a sign of your legitimacy and right to the throne."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with the message?"
"My Dauphin, the message that God have entrusted me with, is that you are the son of your father and true heir of the crown of France."
Charles instantly leaned forward. "I...I...I am? I'm the true king?" His voice was cracked and dry. "But I'm not even crowned yet. That English took control of Rheims."
Joan nods. "Yes you are. As for the English..." Joan lowered her gaze for a second, then brought it up again. "Have no fear of the English, for God have also sent me to save France from them. I will defeat them, and then lead you to Rheims to claim you rightful crown, as your great forefathers before you have done."
Gently, she took his hand in hers. "All you have do, is place your trust in me." Their eyes met, sparkling blue to pale gray.
Charles was overwhelmed with emotion as brimming tears ran down his cheeks. At this point, he seems utterly defenseless, like the little hurt boy that he was.
Slowly, Charles releases the breathe that he's been holding. He was able to stammer, "I trust you, Joan...I really do. While I envy your certainty, how could I possibly have the right to call myself King when I don't...even know who my real father was? Even my unloving mother didn't remember. I need to know. I...just need to know."
Joan gaze at his tear stained face for a moment, before suddenly placing both hands on his shoulders. Her silver aura flared and her eyes became silver disks. Then there were flashes, a series of too perfect images of the future.
A ceremonial church bell rings joyously...
The French royal banner flies triumphantly in the wind...
Defeated English captains throwing down their weapons and kneeling in submission before Charles...
Huge city gates flung open, releasing a happy and jubilant crowd who welcomes Charles...
Charles, dressed in ceremonial clothing, kneels in Rheims Cathedral...
Gloved hands solemnly placed the crown of France on his head...
Another quick flash and they are thrust back into reality. The light, sweet scent of lavender lingered in the atmosphere of the chamber. Joan shook her head and found herself holding Charles's head, as though she had just crowned him.
For Charles, the fantasy has become reality. "Whoa."
Joan removed her hands from his head and placed them sternly on his shoulder. "Do you really believe that God would let all this happen...if you were not the true King of France?"
Wow! This has got to be the best chapter I've written so far!
Forget the tomatoes, you'll need grenades! As for the foul-mouthed jackass...let's just say, he'll have a little 'accident' later. ;)
BTW Most of the details of the chapter is real, and the others were made up. But they were pretty good right? This chapter was partly inspired by the movie: The Messenger, the Story of Joan of Arc directed by Luc Besson. Might be hard to believe, but Charles really did have someone to pose as him on the throne! But nevertheless, Joan immediately picked him out. That's what I like to call: Divine Inspiration.
Yeah, I had to do some research while writing this. It's like...my own twisted version of history. ;)
I've never actually seen the movie, but I've read the entire original movie script. It was amazing!
YAY! FALL BREAK! I feel so energetic and there is a new rush of inspiration in my mind!
So don't forget to review! Peace!