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Just a little note guys: Travel time from Ba Sing Se and Wishato will always vary depending on what kind of transportation it is. For example, the Manarki that retrieved Yuan got to Wishato in a matter of hours because it was used to flying. This is no spoiler alert, but Yuan's time ranges to about five days because he is new at flying. I just wanted to help clear things up so you guys don't get confused. Also, there are many uses of the Manarki's dark (cosmic) energy. As you may have noticed, it has MANY, as you could call, settings.
Enjoy :)
Last Time on Dawning of Darkness...
Aang finally awakens from his three-month-long coma, but realizes that no one outside the Bei Fong Estate knows he alive.
After the attack of Kisha, Nianzu decides to head to Ba Sing Se to apologize to Aang's family.
Lu Ten begins making blueprints for a land sailor to use as transportation.
Sokka joins Katara at the Jasmine Dragon to inform her that they will be leaving Ba Sing Se in a week.
Aang finally calms down after being enraged and Toph gives him Katara's necklace. He soon puts it around his neck, mentally promising Katara he'd come home soon.
Katara feels the need to stay in Ba Sing Se, but cannot find a reason not to leave.
A Manarki travels to Ba Sing Se to retrieve Yuan for Tomark.
Yuan goes with the Manarki to Wishato and meets Tomark, ruler of the Manarki.
Tomark makes a proposition for Yuan that he cannot refuse.
Yuan agrees to help Tomark and is transformed into a Manarki; giving him a new body and new abilities.
Tomark reveals his plan to transform the Earth into the Dark Realm.
Tomark orders Yuan to seek and kill Team Avatar, leaving Aang heartbroken and without a family once more.
And Now...
Chapter 35:
Return and Revenge
Aang strolled around the garden of the Bei Fong Estate, gently kicking a small stone as he did so. His eyes stood fixated on the ground with a depressed look on his face. Every now and then he'd bring his head up to gaze up at the sky and the plants in the garden.
It had already been three days since he had awakened from his coma. His bandages had been removed and now he wore a grassy-green shirt. It wrapped around his back and had small buttons lining up and down to secure the fabric on his body. He had thrown away the remnants of the pants from his robes and now he wore loose brown pants. He had yet to shave his head as the task continued to slip his mind. Katara's necklace remained around his neck, refusing to take it off.
The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful orange. Aang brought his head up to stare up into the sky. This beautiful sight reminded him so much of the first time Katara had kissed him on the balcony of the Jasmine Dragon. A soft smile ran across his face as he wandered aimlessly throughout the garden, just waiting for the sun to set. Every time the day ended, he was but a day closer to being reunited with the woman of his dreams.
About a half hour later, when the sun had finally set and the moon replaced it, one of the Bei Fong Family's servants walked up to Aang.
"Dinner is being served, Avatar Aang," the guard informed the boy.
The airbender thanked the guard for informing him before heading back to the house. He entered the dining room of the estate where food was laid along down the table. There were many varieties of dishes and meals that could have suited Aang's vegetarian needs, but he simply went with a bowl of rice. Lao and Poppy Bei Fong, Toph's parents, sat beside their daughter across from Aang. Ekna sat beside Aang with a bowl of noodle soup with herbs and vegetables mixed into the broth.
Toph was eating a bowl of rice with some chunks of komodo sausage in it while her parents were eating roast duck.
Aang rotated his chopsticks in the bowl of rice, every now and then picking up a bite and consuming it. The table was awkwardly quiet and the silence was unbearable.
Lao dabbed his mouth gently with a napkin, "How are you recovering, Avatar Aang?" he asked.
Aang simply shrugged, eyes fixated on the rice. He had barely heard the question and, frankly, he didn't really feel like answering any questions.
Ekna glanced over at Aang then towards Lao, "His injuries have almost completely healed. Though, his fatal injury has left its mark. The place where the dagger had been embedded into his body now has a permanent scar, but other than that his injuries have recovered," she assured, "Although, it would seem he has not made a full recovery yet."
"How do you mean?" It was Poppy, Toph's mother, who had spoken this time.
Ekna laid her chopsticks on her napkin, "After observing his state of well-being during his coma, I concluded that there seems to be a low amount of energy in his chi paths. It seems to be blocked somewhere around the chest," Ekna explained.
Chi paths... chakras! Chest... heart! Heart... the Air Chakra! Aang practically yelled these thoughts in his head, but in reality he hadn't said a word.
Toph decided to end Aang's streak of silence. She grabbed a leg of the roast duck, "Hey, Twinkletoes! Catch!" she threw the piece of meat at him.
Without even looking up from his rice, his hand bounced into the air, catching the leg in a spiraling ball of air. He slowly levitated it back to the blind girl's plate and let it fall. He took another bite of his rice before standing up from the table.
"I'm turning in for the night," he announced turning his attention to Lao and Poppy, "Thank you for the meal." He walked down the hall of the home and headed for the guest bedroom, whistling softly and almost indistinctly.
Lao turned to his daughter, "What did you do that for, Toph?" he asked, expecting an answer.
Toph just shrugged, "I thought it would give him something to do rather than just playing with his food," she stated.
"It was still very rude and inappropriate, Toph. I suggest you go apologize," Poppy told her blind daughter.
Toph groaned and took one last bite, "Okay, okay. I guess you're right," she stood up from the table and headed for Aang's room.
The dining room was struck with silence again as it was only Lao, Poppy, and Ekna in the room. They continued to eat their dinner in silence.
Ekna finally finished her food and she folded her hands together, "Mr. and Mrs. Bei Fong, I didn't get to tell you the whole truth of Avatar Aang's situation," she stated.
The couple exchanged glances and Lao nodded for Ekna to continue. "Well, the truth is, if we don't find a way to increase the amount and flowing of the energy in his chi paths, his bending might as well be useless," she explained, often breaking eye contact.
"What do you mean by that?" Lao asked curiously.
Ekna sighed, "Without a correct amount of flowing energy, his bending will become weaker and weaker each day unless we can find the problem. Soon, unfortunately, his bending could also be ripped from him...permanently..."
Poppy made a surprised look, "Are you saying that Avatar Aang may lose the ability to control all four elements?" she asked to fully understand the nurse's words.
Ekna shook her head sorrowfully, "No... I am saying that he may lose the ability to control the elements period. Even airbending will be ripped from his body," she stated without a doubt.
Lao folded his hands together, "Is there any way you can prevent this from happening?" he asked curiously.
Ekna shrugged, "To fully prevent, I haven't the slightest idea. To idle the process for a short time I would need a special tea made from the white dragon busht."
The couple nodded, "I'm sure we can have the servants import some white dragons," Poppy told the nurse.
Ekna nodded appreciatively and bid the couple a good night before heading to her guest bedroom.
Aang had dressed out of his clothes and into a white silk night robe. He was fixing up his bed when he felt someone enter the room. He turned towards the door to see Toph leaning against the door frame. She had dressed out of her white dress and into her night clothes. The monk couldn't help but notice that she looked the exact same way she had three years ago when he met her.
"Look, I'm sorry about dinner," she apologized.
Aang shrugged, "At least you didn't make me slam my face into the food..." he said before adding, "...when I was right next to Katara!"
A large smirk ran across his face, "Yeah, well, when I don't feel like helping you, that's that," she stated.
The boy rolled his eyes, "And yet you still helped me," he smirked back, "So, you going to call a truce again?" he joked.
Toph pushed herself off the door frame, "What's to call a truce for? It isn't like you threw it in my face," the blind girl remarked.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "Well, if that's all you came in here for, I'm heading to bed."
Toph 'looked' away for a second, "Actually, it isn't.
The monk turned back to her curiously, "Okay, lay it on me."
Toph bit her lip thoughtfully, "For the last few days you've seemed to be, I don't know, depressed," she told him softly.
"I'm fine," he assured with a soft, low voice.
Toph began walking into the room, "You're lying," she said simply. She could feel his heart rate slightly speed up. It always happened when someone was lying. She knew Aang wasn't a good liar anyways.
The airbender rolled his eyes and continued getting ready for bed, "Okay, fine. I'm not fine. But it's none of your business anyways," he said harshly.
Toph crossed her arms, "Are you still mad that no one knows you're alive?"
Aang stopped getting ready for bed and turned to her, "Gee, Toph. I don't know. Why should I be mad that no one knows I'm alive? It's cause of this that Katara gave me her mother's necklace, her most prized possession!" the monk barked at her.
Toph quirked her lip up hurtfully, "You think I'm enjoying this? If it were my choice you'd still be in Ba Sing Se with Sweetness. I only brought you here because I couldn't let Nianzu find out you were alive."
Aang scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I'm heading for bed," he stated as he began to climb into bed.
Toph deadpanned and slammed her foot against the floor. A large stone burst from the ground underneath the bed and sent Aang flying in the air before slammed back down on the ground, causing him to roll out of bed and smack head-first on the cold floor.
Aang quickly got up and marched over to her, "What's your problem?" he asked loudly.
"What's your problem?" she asked back.
Aang backed down and turned away from her, "I hate being dead, that's what!"
"Well, if you hate it so much, why don't you just go out and let Nianzu kill you!" Toph exclaimed harshly.
Aang rolled his eyes, "He won't find me. I won't let him..." Aang said before heading back to the bed, "Now, please, let me get some sleep."
Toph put her arms down and began leaving the room, "Think about what you're doing before you leave, Twinkletoes. You and I both know you couldn't live with yourself if she got hurt. That's why I brought you here. Nothing more," she finished as she left the airbender to get some sleep.
The monk breathed a long, sad sigh before climbing into the bed and blowing out the candle that lit the room. He rolled over to his side and sighed again, placing a finger on the blue necklace. His finger stayed there for hours until sleep finally overcame him.
Fear. Anger. Sadness.
Aang felt all of these when he suddenly found himself in a world of black. He had been here before. At least two times before if his memory hadn't misguided him. Both times he found himself in this world he woke up with fear, anger, and sometimes sadness. Aang could not help but to look around; to learn why he had been brought here. He called out to whatever may be hiding. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. No response bestowed itself upon the monk. He continued to roam the large black world. Dread began to relieve him of sadness. But, all the while, he'd rather be sad than feel the sense of dread. It was like a poison that even Iroh's tea couldn't cure.
"Hello-hello-hello!" his voice echoed. "Is there anyone here-here-here?"
He continued to roam the black world. Something seemed to strike him as different. The color—it seemed…darker? Before, the black world was like a light black. But now it was pitch black, like the sky at night when the stars shine high. This new discovery made Aang's skin crawl.
In what seemed like a half-hour later, the monk continued to roam aimlessly around the world of black. His curiosity had been let loose. Now he just wanted to leave. He knew this had to be a dream. He had been presented with similar dreams in the past. With no expectation of an answer, he shouted again into a black, empty world.
"Can anybody hear me-me-me?"
He hadn't expected a response, but he sure got one. A loud, sharp, ear-shattering screech filled the deaf world with noise. Aang groaned in agonized pain when he tried covering his ears. The high pitch of the screech was too unbearable for his ears and he felt they would fall right off his head. His hands were ineffective to try and drown out the screech. His hands were like glass; shattering from the high-pitched screech.
The monk could take it no longer and he began to fall to his knees. His knees gave out and he rolled up in the fetal position; just waiting for his ears to explode.
Just when the airbender couldn't bear the sound any longer… it stopped. His ears rang intensely and that was all he could hear. He spoke something that wasn't heard. The ringing of his ears was irritating and he wished it would stop. Finally the ringing ended. Aang knew there was no sound so terrifying. Frankly, he was wrong. A sound even worse than the previous screeching journeyed through the airbender's ears - a sound that would draw him away from anything.
A straining in struggle voice arose, "Let me go! Aang!" the voice cried out.
Aang turned slowly in response to the most unbearable sound. Across from him, Katara was being held against her will by some shadow-looking creature. Its eyes were glowing violet and its white ghoulish face caused goose bumps to rise on Aang's skin. She was struggling to break free from the creature's grasp. Her left arm pulled over her shoulder and her other arm pulled behind her back. Her face was full of fear and struggle; tears of terror and desire of rescue spilt out her eyes.
Aang could have never imagined something so horrible. Even in a dream, his mind could never betray him this way. The boy's look of worry for his soul mate vanished and he charged towards her captor, an enraged look on his face. He growled loudly as he approached the creature. He leaped forward with arms held out.
He was sure he would make contact. At least until he fell flat on his face after passing through the creature and his girlfriend. An arrogant and pleased laughter filled the deaf world with another sound. Aang quickly rose from his face, to his knees and back on his feet.
"Leave her alone!" the monk ordered loudly.
The creature grinned and made sure he was able to restrain the waterbender with a single hand before he blasted some sort of purple energy towards the airbender.
Aang was thrown a good distance away. The energy – only once had he felt something so strong, so rich with chi and devastatingly powerful. Cosmic energy was the name that had been revealed to Aang. It was an energy that aided his Avatar State, but, clearly, it was a whole other energy as well. It had knocked the strength right out of him. As he lay on his back, he couldn't help but notice how numb his body was.
"What did you do to him?" Katara asked in fear and worry for the stiff airbender.
"Not to worry, beautiful. If he truly cares for you, he will know what to do," the creature stated cruelly.
Aang struggled to make some kind of movement. A twitch of the finger or a blink of an eye. Anything that would show he was still alive.
"Come on, Avatar," began the creature, "protect your lady or I will do it for you," stated the creature with a pleasured smile towards the girl.
Katara groaned in disgust and turned to her numb soul mate, "Get up, Aang. Please, please, get up," whispered the plea of Katara with a gentle voice of faith and hope.
Those soft words of hers seemed to restore all of the feeling and all the strength in his body. He used his hands to twirl his body around and with that same momentum he rose to his feet, sending a strong blast of air at the creature holding his true love against her will.
Unfortunately, the creature had been expecting as such. It pressed a single claw to her throat and she began shivering in terror. Her pleading eyes looked to Aang and it was if time slowed down when she saw the look on his face. It was that look that told her everything. How much guilt he was feeling, how terrified he was, how much shock he was in, and, above all, how in love he was with her.
Before the blast of air even touched it, the creature slit her throat with a perfectly straight line. Droplets of blood spilled down her neck and onto her collar bones.
"Nooo!" cried out Aang, terrified and mournful.
"Nooo!" Aang shot up from the bed, drenching in sweat. He grasped his head, trying to tell himself it was just a dream. But it had all felt so real! The monk couldn't believe how real it seemed to be. For a moment, he thought he had actually lost her. Like he had actually watched her plead for him to find strength and had watched that creature cut her throat. His heart pounded ferociously as if trying to pop out of his chest.
He turned to the empty space on the bed, longing so much to see her there, telling him everything was okay and that it was all just a dream; that she was still there with him and that she always would be. Oh, how he longed for that. Her every word would calm and bring him at peace. But now he had to do that himself. He found it harder than he thought. His mind kept telling him it was real, but his heart did not believe that was what was yet to come. It couldn't be a vision, he told himself, and even if it was, I wouldn't let it happen.
He hastily began trying to throw the thick covers off over his body, "I got to get to her," he said hurriedly, "She needs to know I'm alive."
Five Days Later...
Katara had her and Aang's bags resting on the bed of her room. She paced from her closet to the bed, packing her clothes for their trip to the Fire Nation and Northern Water Tribe. Every now and then she would head to Aang's dresser-drawer and take out some of his clothes to pack them. She couldn't live with herself if she had just left his clothes here to rot and become covered with dust. She was packing everything; pictures, clothes, shaving kit; which was undoubtedly Aang's, Katara's box of hair beads, everything that they had brought to Ba Sing Se and everything they would be taking home.
Katara had overheard her father and Sokka talking the other day. From what she picked up, they weren't planning to return to Ba Sing Se for years to come. That gave Katara the idea that she might as well pack everything of hers and Aang's that belonged to them. She couldn't stand letting them stand in here for another three years. Sokka had already told Kuei that they were leaving and he bid them farewell. As far as Katara knew, the search for Nianzu had ended and that it was a lost cause. He hadn't been seen or heard of for over a month and that led everyone to believe he was murdered or had committed suicide. Either way, he was marked as deceased to the world.
With Nianzu marked as deceased to the world, Zuko had the search party discontinued and now he and Mai were getting ready to head back to the Fire Nation. Zuko knew that once he returned to the palace he was going to be drowned with work. Papers to sign, meetings to attend, wages to pay for the search party, and all other sorts of things he would rather elude than face.
A knock came to Katara's door and she announced for them to come in. The door was softly thrown open and Sokka rested an arm on the frame of the door.
Katara turned to her brother, "Hey, Sokka. Need something?" she asked softly and a bit happily.
"No," he stated, "Well, actually, yeah," he corrected, "Well..." he drew a sigh in response to tripping over his own words, "We were, uh, we were all planning on going for a little walk around town in a few minutes. To tell you the truth, with the exception of you, we don't really see a need to visit Ba Sing Se anymore," he stated before suddenly realizing he had sounded like a jerk. "No, that came out wrong," he said sheepishly.
Katara turned around to face him and took a seat on the bed, smiling softly at his misguidance.
Sokka drew another sigh, but this time longer. "What I meant to say was that we know you are going to want to visit this city every now and then to visit Aang, and, well, other than that, we don't really feel a need to stay. You know what I mean?"
Katara nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I know what you mean," she told him, "And, yes, I want to go with you."
Sokka smiled lightly at his sister, "Okay, well, uh, we're leaving in a minute or two," he stated before his eye caught the attention of Aang's travel bag. He pointed a finger at it, "Is that, you know, Aang's bag?" he asked.
Katara glanced at the bag before nodding, "Yeah, why?"
The warrior shrugged off his curiosity and found it stupid to be as curious as to why Aang's bag was out, "Nothing. Forget I mentioned it," he told her as he left the room.
The waterbender shrugged it off as well and she continued her packing. It didn't take long to finish and she dressed into her normal Water Tribe outfit and headed out into the living room where everyone was waiting for her. They were all wearing their everyday outfits. There was no reason not to.
It wasn't long until they headed out into the city, walking its streets for the last time.
Yuan ripped through the sky in his journey to Ba Sing Se. It had taken him a while to get used to flying in his cloud-like form. But now he had full control, even though he was unable to go as fast as he had hoped. Now he was nearing the outer wall of the city. The firebender rose higher up so that he would blend with the other skies. Once he passed the outer wall, he noticed an object that he found much to his distaste. He flew down to the grassy field that sat just outside the inner wall.
His cloud-like form vanished and he was a Manarki once more. He landed in front of a large metal statue. He knew immediately who the statue was modeled after. "Avatar Aang," he said bitterly with a scowl.
He approached the statue to read the inscription on the plaque. In his eyes, it was in some other type of language. He squinted at the markings. In his eyes, it read: Zuì xǐ'ài lìshǐ shàng céngjīng chūxiànguò de tóuxiàng. But, somehow, he knew its real meaning by heart.
"'Most loved Avatar to ever live in history,'" Yuan read aloud with disgust. His scowled at the statue and backed away from it. A twisted smile ran across his face, "Let's see what kind of power I really possess."
He drew out a hand that pointed towards the statue. Within seconds, a spiraling ball of cosmic energy began forming in his palm. He thrust his hand and the energy blasted towards the metal statue. The cosmic energy surged as if the statue had been struck by lightning. Within moments, the effects of the energy made their mark. The statue's shining metal began covering in rust. The metal soon began to turn to a rustic-ash as it fell apart, piece-by-piece. First, the staff fell to the ground, then the leg was dismembered, the arm that once held the staff fell to the platform and practically shattered, the other arm followed its opposite and smashed into the grass; covering it in rust. It wasn't long until Yuan's favorite part fell off: the head.
The head of the statue rolled off the shoulder and then rolled to Yuan's feet. He looked down at the head and easily crushed it as if it were glass. The statue built in Aang's honor, the statue that marked his grave, was now nothing but rusted metal. The plaque had looked as if something punched clean through it. The words were almost completely unreadable.
Yuan marveled his work before a soft, twisted cackle left his throat. The soft laugh grew louder until he was practically laughing at the world; as if he had just personally killed the almighty Avatar. He planned to do that, as a matter of fact. He didn't care what Tomark told him. He was going to end Aang in his own way. He wasn't going to cause the airbender to sacrifice his life... he would make the airbender die and suffer his own pain and mistakes as long as possible.
With the simple self-influenced task complete, Yuan transformed to his cloud formation and flew off to his true task. It hadn't taken long for him to reach his destination. He stood before the home of the woman who aided in his murder. His Manarki form began to fade away and his human form took its place. He snarled softly as his eyes scanned through the house. Yuan was surprised at the number of abilities the Manarki were capable of. His eyes were like scanners for life. Unfortunately, for him, none of the occupants happened to be inside.
A smile ran across Yuan's face, "Sorry, Katara, but you should have accepted my love," he said scornfully. He threw his arms back and placed his wrists on top of one another, curling his fingers. A ball of fire formed in his palms and grew larger by the second. Yuan couldn't help but notice how much stronger the fire felt in his power. It was as if his bending was twice as strong. He took a firm stomp forward and threw his arms out to send the large ball of fire crushing through the wood with a large blast. The fire spread through rapidly and only moments the entire home was ablaze.
Yuan marveled the destruction he had just caused and watched as the home burned to nothing, at least until he heard the loud terrified growling of a beast. Yuan searched the area for only a brief moment before finding the source. It was the Avatar's bison. It seemed afraid of fire. Yuan smiled in fulfillment, "Afraid of fire, eh?" He chuckled softly at the beast's terrified stomping before it finally ran off to who knows where.
The gang sat inside the Jasmine Dragon, laughing and, obviously, drinking tea. Iroh had cleared out the Jasmine Dragon for his nephew and friends, and now they all sat at adjoined tables that were centered in the restaurant. Iroh was telling some of his favorite tea jokes that even made Mai laugh a bit, but one couldn't miss the small smile on her face. Something told Katara that Mai was actually impatient about leaving Ba Sing Se. The waterbender couldn't really explain it. It was just a feeling she had. Katara, on the other hand, was not ready to leave. For the last week, she couldn't shake the magnetic feeling that kept her from wanting to leave.
When the beautiful orange tinted sky shined through the window, it caught everyone's attention and they turned to the balcony where the orange sun was setting. Katara recognized the sunset all too well. She didn't bother to wipe the droplet of water that coursed down her cheek.
"Well, I guess we better head out. We got a long day ahead of us," Sokka announced as he set his empty tea cup on the table.
Katara was instantly brought out of her marveling and she sent an ugly look at her brother before getting up from her seat like the others.
"Have a safe journey," called Iroh as they exited the tea shop.
"We will," Zuko called back to his uncle.
They were heading back to the Earth Kingdom home when Zuko began sniffing the air when a familiar cough-enforcing fragrant passed through his nostrils. After three minutes of the horrible smell, he asked, "Does anyone else smell that?" he asked before sniffing the air, "It smells like..." he hesitated, taking another sniff, "smoke?"
Everyone began to sniff the air and noticed it as well. They followed the scent to see a large cloud of black smoke rising into the air. Their eyes widened in shock as they realized where the fire was coming from.
"Our home!" Katara cried out as she began running towards the house. As Katara ran, she couldn't help but think about all the precious memories her and Aang shared in that home. Every moment they spent in that home was now ablaze. Water dripped out her eyes but was shoved across her face by the air slamming against her as she ran.
She was closely followed by the others. They sprinted down the streets, their legs beginning to ache but ignored it. The smell of the smoke was, literally, breath-taking. The finally veered around a corner and they finally saw their burning home. But what caught their attention was the man standing in front of the home, apparently watching the flames as if it were some kind of play.
"Hey, you!" Hakoda called out to the man.
The man's head turned to the gang to reveal a sinister smile and who he was.
Katara's eyes widened in shock in response to learning of the man's identity. She now knew who it was Jet was referring to night when he revealed himself. With this new horrifying discovery, she tried to say something, anything, but only one word escaped her, "Yuan..."
Wow, this chapter didn't even stretch farther than 7,000 words! I guess it's pretty short, but I hope you all get a kick out of it! I know it might look a little rushed, and I apologize. I seem to be losing my touch. Let us hope not because I am really looking forward to seeing to overall popularity of this story.
As you all know, I have been planning to write a sequel. Originally, there was going to be two but I ended up leaving out the first sequel because it was just going to be a "Lead-up," I guess, for the sequel. So that idea has been cut. It was nothing, really. But the second sequel, which is now the only sequel, is like Avatar: The Last Airbender's sequel "Legend of Korra." Mine takes place in the Legend of Korra Avatar advanced world but takes place before the events of Korra. I will have more information later on. But, anyways, enough of that.
As you know I have asked for your opinions on whether I should write a High School fanfic for Avatar. Well, it appears it has been requested by most so I will go through with the idea. So far the ideas are sketchy and I'm still thinking out a full plot. I have the main event, but other than that I only have the beginning written down. I'm trying to decide whether to begin uploading over the summer or begin uploading now. If I do begin uploading now, it will most likely take a few chapters before I state an update schedule because right now I'm focusing on DoD. But, enough of that.
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