Cearbhail:

So... a lot of stuff has happened. I will explain down below. Oh, and enjoy this chapter.

Enjoy ^^ ...

[Ashley O'Collins]

The walk back to the castle was bothersome. It was a waste of time for everyone. For me, and for Vega. But it was the smart thing to do. We're at war with the Assassins, and Vega very well might be one. Vega… he's a different kind of monster. He moves with the grace, speed, and accuracy of the demons mentioned in the holy text, his saber slashes precise and capable of piercing through the thickest of armors. And he's a monster that I question whether I can quell easily or not if it came to combat. If I left him unattended while I do my searching, he might escape or try to take me out while I'm busy. So… locking him away while I did my search was the best option available. I can't let the standard forgettable nameless knights escort him; he'd just get away, leaving a trail of wounded people behind him. And that's the thing about him that I don't get. Vega's strong. But… he doesn't kill. Not since I've met him.

I met him at the tournament. He was one of the random contestants in the battle rounds. Just as easily forgettable as every other novice I run into except for one fact: he wore no armor and carried a small saber instead of a longsword. I thought maybe he was too poor to afford any real weaponry or armor. You see peasants in tournaments all the time that believe they know "how to knight" better than trained royal families with fortunes available for arms and armor. I usually end up finding these peasants leaving the tournament on stretchers with medics on standby. So… when I first saw Vega, I thought he was one of those peasants: in over his head with a makeshift saber and nothing else. I expected to see him lose in the first round; crying to his mother about the unfair special treatment the upper class has on him.

But… he surprised me. In his second match, he was going up against a seasoned warrior. Someone I respected. Someone I have fought in the past. And Vega took him down with barely any effort. Grace, accuracy, and a planned execution of jabs designed to bring his armor down. Simply put… Vega was no ordinary peasant, or even a rank knight. He was something else, something dangerous. And so… I needed to know how to bring him down. I studied his moves in the tournament… tried to find a weakness to exploit. Other than his fondness of dames, I could not find out so easily available. And… I'm not going to dame myself up just to exploit a weakness. That's not my character. I'm a warrior, not a damsel. And would rather lose a fight in honor than allow myself to flash my breasts in hopes of getting close enough to put him down.

So… throughout the tournament, I found myself studying his moves. He continued to move with an efficient grace. His small saber seemed to know where to land, where to pierce. He would take his opponents quickly, not giving them a chance to adapt to his unorthodox fighting style. Every knight in the tournament was trying to figure him out, as well as Jack Wilson. Jack Wilson left a trail of blood behind him. He killed all his opponents. Everyone was worried that their next match would be their last if they went up against him. While Vega was quick and efficient, Jack was wild and unpredictable. Both were pretty much monsters in their own rights… but one was honorable and the other was clearly mad. I knew that when I went up in the final match, I would have to face them both. And if I could get the honorable one on my side, I could use him to help me end the true monster. Just like I thought, he agreed to my plan. He also knew this Jack guy was a problem that we would have to face together. So, we paired up.

My plan was bolstered by King John. He approached me right before I asked Vega, telling me that he wanted to see us both win. He would allow us both to join his rank of knight captains if we could take down Jack. That was all I needed to hear to tell me that fate was on my side. I had a monster to crush… and I would crush him with the help of an honorable stranger. It almost worked. We almost had Jack on the run. We worked pretty well with each other. His precise movements with my analytical planning, we were able to keep ourselves in one piece while fighting this monster. We almost survived the tournament; we almost defeated the monster. I didn't think Vega would have a problem helping me fight the true monster of the ring. He was an honorable warrior, and I had seen his rapport with women, his one definable weakness. I knew he'd help me out, because it was the gentleman thing to do. I hated myself for asking for his help; my mother never needed any help. And boy… she was a monster too. If only she were still alive, I'm sure this monster would have faced her instead of me. He wouldn't have lived to see the end of the day.

But… it didn't work out like we wanted. The three of us met in the ring… and all three of us walked out. A nearby explosion in the castle quickly brought our match to a close, right as the three of us were making our last moves. I was horrified at the thought that I was seconds away from vanishing from the planet. An 18 year-old knight… following the footsteps of her warrior mother, Boudica. In the few seconds that followed the end of our match with Jack the Ripper… that's my nickname for him… I honestly felt like I had just escaped my inevitable death. Hopefully, fate had spared me for a reason.

And since that time… the three of us have been bound to each other. Jack, Vega, and me. We're the top knights in King John's court. I'm the only sane one in the group, and as such, most knights feel more than welcome to ask me for advice or orders on their day-to-day activities. Jack acts more as the executioner of the King's will, while Vega just… I never really knew what he did. He flirted with women, that's all I ever really saw him do. He said he would inspire the populace to improve, but I never saw it happening. Perhaps I should have paid a closer look to him, watch him as he did his day-to-day activities. Maybe I could have a better idea of what he really was.

In the time I got to know him… and I kept him pretty close to me, but only because the two of us knew Jack was a temporary ally, one that we could only take out if we were together… I grew to view my new ally as someone I could respect, ask for advice for, as well as share a few tales of my personal backstory with. He had grown to become one of my very few friends. I thought I knew him, I thought he was being straight with me. But… now this had to become a thing. I had to find out that he might be one of the enemies we seek to destroy. An Assassin in our own ranks. An infiltrator… how horrifying. My one ally… my one friend… my worst enemy. And with another monster lurking over my shoulder, waiting for me to drop my guard… a Ripper in the midst… how can I possibly hope to survive now? The only person I can depend on to help me… is my worst enemy.

So… that's why I need to find answers. I need to find anything, ANYTHING, that will or will not prove his innocence. If any doubt can remain… I won't do anything. I'm very calculating, so… I know I can find anything I seek to find. If I seek to know that he's a spy, I could find it. If I seek to find him not a spy… I could easily overlook certain words and whatnot. So, I must think him a spy until I find nothing at all. With him locked behind bars… my one ally is no way able to assist me if Jack decides today is the day I die.

So, here I am… standing in the discovered Assassin base of operations… a rundown pub in the discarded section of town. All the Assassins, as well as everyone assiosiated with the Assassins, are missing. We don't know where they have gone, but we're keeping this place on lockdown and supervision until someone returns. If they try to come home, we'll ambush them. And I will be waiting. I only hope Vega is beside me when this happens. If it turns out he is an Assassin, I will have no choice but to lock him away. He will probably have a quick trial and then an execution. So… here we go.

There were knights walking all around the pub, searching for things to use in the ongoing investigation. Before I left, I ordered everyone to look for any clues or journals for me to peruse during my investigation. Sitting in front of me were a collection of different journals.

"What are these?" I asked a nearby knight, one that stood watch by the collection of books.

"Journals, ma'am… we think. They're written in some chicken starch we can't make out. Do you read sand mongrel?"

I shook my head. "No… I don't think anyone does."

I picked up a journal sitting on top, cracked it open… and… it wasn't written in any chicken scratch. No… I could read it pretty easily. Property of Laila Ishtar. I flashed the journal to the guard. "What kind of joke is this? This isn't mongrel handwriting."

He looked down at the journal, arching his eyebrows. "Is it perhaps Indian then? Or Chinese?"

I shook my head. "You can't tell it's English?"

He shook his head. "Ma'am… it's a collection of lines and dots. That's all I see."

What? I couldn't believe that. Looking down at the journal, I could easily read it in English. I walked around to the next knight I saw. "You. What do you see?"

He looked down at the journal, shrugging. "Chicken scratch. None of us could decipher it." I looked back down, still seeing Property of Laila Ishtar.

I growled as I looked back up at him. "If this is a jest, some kind of prank or whatnot, you best end it now. If I find out any of you played a joke on me, I will see it ends with you losing your foreskins. Understand?" They all nodded enthusiastically.

I opened up the journal, taking a glance at it. It was all written in English… perfectly cursive English. It was weird. How did anyone see this as sand script? I scrolled the pages until I found something that mentioned Vega's name. Well… I think it was his name. King John once referred to him as 'Zorro' or something like that. And that's what I read in this passage.

Dear diary,

Today is November 5th, according to the locals' calendar. After a long trek through the country, as well as interrogating several settlements on the way up to England… I have managed to find my brother. About time too. I left almost immediately after he did, but I guess I got turned around or something. Had to blow up a stupid wall too, but I don't think whoever made it needed it. The happy horsemen were happy to get across it. But anyway, I found my way to England, and what's the first thing to happen to me? I find a little girl being harassed by the local militia, or bandits. Something. I've seen stuff like that in the village, girls being taken against their will… to do unspeakable things. I had to save her. And I did… but it got me captured by the same bandits. They took me to a ship… taking me somewhere, France I think. They called it that anyway. So, I was captured and brought aboard a ship. I wanted to know where I was going to end up, but once I was shoved down into a watery pit of a ship, I saw that they had more women caged up. I knew I had to do something. I had to bring an end to this right now. So… I fought the bandits. And…. I kind of met someone. Kind of fought with him, and we kind of crashed a ship into a town while trying to save our lives from slavers. I know, I know… shit happens. Well, we brought a lot of shit today.

But this guy I met… Mom, you'd like him. He's… well… he's an oddball. Dresses in black, fights like a demon, but acts like a gentleman. And… this part disturbs me. Every girl in town seems to want to bed him. It's disgusting… even more so because I seem to be one of them. I kind of like him, but… we kind of met in combat, which is more I can say about our relationship than those other infidels. And not the combat where we were on each other's side. More like, after I was done mopping up the bandits trying to contain me, he came bursting into the room, screaming something. I knocked him the fuck out with one snap kick. Not the worst 'hello' ever, but… let's just say that our relationship is probably never going anywhere from here. As it turns out, his name is Diego Vega… a local hero in his village. Lost his father in a raid or something like that. He protected his town from enslavement. I respect that. He reminds me of our heroes back home. He's hanging around us for the time being, until things calm down. I hope he stays, I really like him. Oh, brother is calling for me.

Laila,

…

Guy with black attire, fights like a demon… has girls climbing on top of him? Yeah, that's Vega alright. So, this pretty much stated that Vega had been there during the crisis that ended with Wolfe's ship crashing into the port town. I wonder if King John knew about that? Well, he would in a moment. I could hear him approaching the doorway as I thought it.

I flipped a few pages ahead to read what had happened next. I wanted to know more about what was going on with Vega and this girl, if there was anything going on at all.

So, diary…

It's been a week or so. I think it's November 11th. Zorro… he's… he's something else. He's funny, he's charming, he's just… ugh… He flirts with every girl that comes within his gaze… but he doesn't try to flirt with me! That just figures. Here I am, right in front of him, dressed in all sorts of weapons and white Assassin garb… and he's too busy with Red or my brother to bother with me. You know… I tried to make a move on him, tried to get him to realize that I'm interested in him. My brother though… I didn't think he'd try to get in my way. As soon as I approached Zorro to tell him how I felt, brother decided that I should take Red out to the marketplace and bring back some supplies. Yeah right! I bet he's just trying to get in my way, trying his best to keep us apart. With as much time as he spends with Red, it's not like I can't see what's going on there. I'm not the only one with some amount of romance on the mind. Anyway.

…

"So, this is the place?" The king asked his escort as he walked in through the doorway. I pulled the diary away from my eyes as the king walked into the pub. He glanced around, nodding in appreciation. "Well done, knights. We found their hideaway. Now… shots on the house!" He clapped his hand as everyone cheered for the offer of free liquor. King John looked over at me, nodding. "Knight Captain O'Collins. What's going on here? You called me down here for more than just a tour of the pub. What have you found?"

I showed him the journal. "Sir, can you read this?"

He took the journal from me, looked at it, opened it up, and scanned through the pages. "Looks like sand script to me. Why?" He passed it to me.

"I can." I replied. "It's a diary of one of the Assassins. Some girl named Laila."

The King nodded. "Right, that must be the girl that dresses in white then."

I shrugged. "Perhaps, it's a strong case to support that theory. I'm not wholly interested in that though. Captain Vega, I believe, may be in league with these Assassins. We found some of his gear…"

The King stopped me as I pointed back to the assortment of Vega's belongings. "I have already debriefed Captain Vega before the tournament. He walked into my throne room and turned himself in as an asset to the Assassins, he told me of his involvement in their port town incident. His punishment was to fight in the tournament. If he won… he would be free. As such, he is no longer associated with the Assassins, but with me. According to what I learned from him, he has some friends that live here…" As well as a fangirl, as usual. "And he still likes to come visit them to make sure they're doing ok. Last I knew, he did not know where they have stationed themselves, and nor would they tell him. As it would turn out… he may have been lying about that fact. Perhaps he is really a spy, but until then… he is our ally. And perhaps, a way to bring the Assassins to us."

A way to bring the Assassins to us? What was he thinking? "Are you suggesting we use Vega to infiltrate the Assassins?"

King John stood there for a second, frowning in contemplation. "Hmm… that's not a bad idea. Use Vega to know the Assassins' whereabouts. Use him to get his friends to show themselves; perhaps get them to announce their future plans for terrorism against this town. Not a bad idea, O'Collins. I didn't think you had it in you." He pushed an arm against my shoulder. "So devious."

Devious? I wasn't trying to be devious, I was trying to see if he was suggesting what I thought he was suggesting. I didn't like the idea of using Vega for anything if he was on our side. It didn't feel right. I liked to think I was a pretty honorable person, there is no way I would suggest any course of action that involved some amount of espionage, especially if it meant using someone's friends against them, even if those friends were terrorists. "But, sir…"

He shook his head. "No need to say more, Knight Captain O'Collins." He smirked as he stepped around me. "So, we have all this information on the Assassins. And only one person who can read their language." He looked back at me, smiling. "I don't think I need to say what it is I'm suggesting?"

Again? Well, this time I actually understand his request, and didn't mind being part of it. If what I was guessing is correct, King John is suggesting that since I'm the only person who can read the Assassin language… which is very weird for me because it appears to look just like English whenever I see it… that I should probably read all these journals written in sand script and see what I can learn about our enemies. "You want me to gather all the information I can on the Assassins through their private journals."

He nodded. "Of course. Transcribe these journals into readable English and see about learning what you can about any notable people mentioned inside. If Vega is an Assassin in hiding… there may be more we don't know about."

"So… what are we going to do about Vega?"

The King shrugged. "He's a valuable ally to have. He's shown himself honorable, does not kill needlessly, and seems to have a personality that seems to warm everyone around him. I must admit, I feel genuinely happier when he's around. So… we'll hold onto him for now. Until he's no longer on our side."

That was a relief. As far as I knew, Vega was perhaps the only one I could truly depend on… and even now… I'm not sure that I can anymore. He's lied to me about his involvement with the Assassins, unless whatever I find in these journals tells me otherwise. And until that time, I have to still act like I trust him, and hope that if Jack decides now is a good time to kill me that Vega will still attempt to help me beat him. Now that I know his involvement in the tournament was a punishment, I do not know if he only sided with me to save his own hide. It's why I sided with him originally, but since then I thought we had a silent agreement to have each other's back until Jack has been dealt with. Jack is a murderer; Vega is possibly an Assassin, and if he isn't… he's in contact with them regularly. I alone… and standing in the middle of something I want nothing to do with. I only wanted to bring honor to my mother… I never wanted to become stuck in the middle of some plot involving murders and assassins. And yet… I'm the "only one" that can read their language. And so… I guess I have to get started reading.

I nodded to the king. "Well, I guess I should begin translating these journals…"

"And I will let Vega know that he is no longer under suspicion of being an Assassin. As far as he knows… whatever it is you have found… or will continue to find… does not link to him as an Assassin. And whatever it is that you will find… you will report to me. Understand?"

I nodded. "Of course, King John."

"Good. Now…" He was silenced by a light hum coming from his coat. He paused as he looked down at his pocket. He reached in and pulled out what looked like a glowing flat crystal. "Sorry, I have to take this."

"Take this? What is that?" What on Earth was that thing? It looked like something the witches would carry around. Why would the King have something like that? Oh great and mighty God, the only one that exists… what on Earth is actually going on around here? What am I getting myself caught up in?

King John shushed me as he walked away. "Need to know basis, only." He said as he walked away. "Good day, O'Collins."

I watched as the king walked out of the room. I turned around to the other knights, all on standby, waiting for orders. "Ok… this place is on lockdown. I want rooftop archers on standby, a team of six outside at all times. Inside, I want at least two full squads. Switch out every four hours. Schedules will be filled out immediately. Secure all weapons and armor, and I will escort it to the castle armory to be inspected. We have foreign designs here… time to learn more about our enemy." Speaking of which… I had a diary of a certain love-crazed girl to read.

…

[Jonathan Blacke]

"Where are you taking me?" I asked the strange white-clad knight. There was something unsettling about this guy… something that I couldn't explain. It was the look in his eyes, like he was always seeing through me or something.

"It's a surprise." He repeated back to me, for possibly the hundredth time today. He told me he was taking me out for ice cream for a successful raid of the Assassins' headquarters. I had to admit, it felt great to help put an end to these freaks running around our city. And if it helped put that stupid little brat Brian where he belonged, in a grave next to his witch mother, all the better.

"That stupid Brian. I knew the son of a witch could never cleanse that crap from his blood." I found my hands trembling at the thought of him, but I couldn't remember why. Seeing him dressed up in those blue robes, looking like one of those freaks. The way he stood up to me… almost plunging a knife into my throat… and I wasn't able to do anything to stop him? I just stood there while he made his way through my friends and up to me, with that look in his eyes. That look of pure murder. The look that was still staring though me. But… there was something else. That wasn't the first time I saw that look. There was another time. But I couldn't remember it. It was like… something was blocking the memory.

There was another time I met with Brian. He wanted to pay me back for stealing from my father's bakery. But… the memory was fuzzy. I remember meeting him and then… he glared at me… I peed my pants… and somehow I ended up lying against a wall. There was a small instance where I think there was a girl there with glowing red eyes. But then it fades away, almost like she's still a distant ghost haunting me. Sometimes I wake up from nightmares of her. I'm standing in an alleyway and she's just tossing me around like a rag doll, almost laughing as she made me do things against my will. Always telling me that I'm her 'toy'. I hate witches. I really hate them. Did Brian do something to me? Was it his witch mother haunting me?

"You did a good job, exposing that kid as an Assassin. But… I'm curious. Why did you do it?" The knight asked me as we walked down into an alleyway. Where were we? I didn't recognize this part of town… and we'd been walking for a while. I didn't really see anyone around. Wasn't this where the old witches lived before the king killed them all? Why was he bringing me here?

"Well… these Assassins, they did a lot of bad stuff to the town…"

He waved his hand. "Excuse, I can hear it in your voice. Your reason…" He turned to look at me. "Tell me… now."

I felt… something overcome me. "That boy, Brian… he's the son of a witch… the foulest things on this planet. Abominations to our Lord. Their kind are tainting this world with their satanic worshiping. I hate him. He claims that he's the son of a knight… but he can't claim that while still having that cursed blood in his body."

"So… you did it because you hate the boy then…" The knight nodded. "It was personal. And… there's something else. Something you're not telling me. Not… remembering. Something… hidden." He reached out and placed a thumb on my forehead. "Time for you to remember…"

There was a flash and I was suddenly standing in an alleyway. There was a girl standing in front of an unconscious boy… it was Brian. "You broke my friend's arm. I, in turn, will shatter every bone in your body if you come fight me."

I didn't listen to her. I charged right for her. I watched her blow up a brink I chucked at her with little effort. She was a witch… she was the very thing that was wrong on this planet. I was a child of Christ… she couldn't do anything to me. Next thing I knew, I was off my feet and flying into a wall. Everything was shifting around, my vision blurry. What happened?

The girl was walking up to me, holding her hand out, offering me a bag of coins. "Just accept this payment, void your problems with Brian… and get lost." She was offering to buy me off? I wasn't going to take that. She was a witch… she belonged on a burning stake.

"I'll get you both for this. The King will hear about you."

That caught her attention, but not in the way I had hoped. She frowned as her eyes darted down to the ground. She shrugged as she looked back up at me. "You just said the wrong thing." My body felt weird, like I couldn't move it or anything. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move my eyes… I could barely even think. This was it… she was going to kill me. Me and my big mouth. I could have just left and then told the King… I didn't have to announce it to anyone. Saying what you're going to do… will always get you killed.

The girl walked up to me, smiling as she looked at me, her red eyes glowing even brighter now. She placed her thumb on my forehead, much like what the knight did just a second ago. "I'll just make you forget you ever saw me. But… I think I will let you remember Brian… and how he kicked your butt." What? He didn't beat me up. I beat him up. There was a flash in my mind and… I couldn't remember that anymore. I couldn't see how I beat him. There was a memory of Brian walking up to me when I punched him. His punch bounced off his face like it didn't even faze him. But… Brian was able to land one punch on me and it sent me off my feet and into the wall I was sitting against. It was a lot like what the girl did to me. She put that memory in me? She made me forget all of this? "Or perhaps a memory of you peeing your pants when Brian looked at you." That's when I remember trying to stand up to fight Brian… seeing him glare at me. And then me losing my bladder control. That's… that's why it seemed so weird. I'm not some scaredy-cat.

"Ohh…" The knight said as he took his thumb off my head. "I see you met her."

My mind was spinning. "Met who?"

He smirked. "The daughter of the most powerful witch in England, perhaps the world. The great Mother Goose. And perhaps… the darkest evil this world has ever known." He nodded to me. "Tell me… do you want revenge for what she did to you?"

I nodded. "Yeah… why?"

He nodded to a doorway just behind him. "Open the door."

I walked past him and grabbed the door handle. Why hadn't I noticed this before? I twisted the nob and opened the door. Inside was a guard of some sort. He was dressed in black and red robes, but it looked at lot like what Brian was wearing. "What? Assassins?" I looked back at the knight. "You're… what are you?"

He smirked. "Let's just say… I'm here on a mission. And… I'm recruiting my team. I want you on my team, Jonathan. You have a special power… and plenty reason to help me. You see… I want that little girl… the daughter of Mother Goose. But… we need to be patient. We'll strike at the right time, but until then, we have training to begin. You want to beat Brian, right? Put that little girl in her place?"

I had to think about it. The way Brian was able to get to me in just a few seconds, almost killing me while taking down my friends in an instance. I… I did want to beat him. There was something about it that I couldn't explain. But… I really needed to beat him. And that girl… she tossed me aside like a rag doll, haunted my dreams for the past few weeks… and then made me believe I had peed my pants. She was pure evil, just like the knight said. I needed to get stronger. Looking up at the knight/Assassin, maybe, I think I found a way to become stronger.

"If I say 'yes'. What will you teach me?"

The knight smirked. "For starters, I will teach you how to kill witches. I will teach you how to make them utterly powerless in your wake. And then… I will teach you how to make them suffer in ways they never knew existed. And finally… I will teach you how to beat an Assassin. Well… the 'Assassins' run by that buffoon of a leader, Malik Ishtar. Why Master sent him up here is beyond me, but… together we'll put down both his little 'den' and the witches making this place their home. And then… when all is said and done… we will make sure no one like them will ever walk the face of this Earth."

A door at the other side of the room opened up. More of the black-clad Assassins started to walk in, maybe ten in total. They were all close to my age, 14. Some looked older, much like the knight recruiting me. They were covered head-to-toe in weapons. It looked really impressive. "Wow…"

The knight smirked at my comment. "Give me one year and I swear… you'll be even stronger than any of those so-called 'Assassins'. You'll become the hunter, and they'll become your prey. And the witches… they'll be powerless to stop you. You'll bring peace and stability back to this town. This… I promise you Jonathan Blacke."

He knew my full name? But… I looked up at his eyes, seeing them glow red for a second. "Are you a witch?"

He shook his head. "Oh no… I'm something much darker." Something darker? Why? Why did that make me curious? I hated witches but… the ability to beat one in a fight? The ability to put that little girl in her place? The ability to pay Brian back for the humiliation he put me through today? That was something I couldn't ignore. I wanted this. I wanted to become whatever this guy was.

"Ok… but… what do I call you?"

He smirked. "Just call me Master Wilson. And now… we have an orientation to get you ready for. Welcome to the Family, Jonathan. Or… shall I say, 'Welcome to the Family, Shadow. That is your new name, Shadow." I don't know why… but that name seemed perfect for me. I felt more alive than ever. This was my new home!

Cearbhail:

So, as everyone knows... I suffer from a disease known as Creativity, and Overactive Imagination, as well as Can't Shut Up My Brain Syndrome. well, my brain will not shut up about me starting a new fanfiction for Fallout 4. And... my overactive imagination has done things like create new characters, some intersting funny scenes for this fanfiction, and my creativity has led me to say... hey... that sounds like fun, let's run with it. So... I'm starting a new fanfiction soon.

It does not have a name, but it will be like my Chronicles Series, probably will be called Chronicles too. Anyway, it won't be one perspective, but multi-perspective like Rogue Shadowscale. It's already funny and awesome and I haven't even put in on paper yet. Just to let you all know ahead of time. If you can help me with the title, this would be a lot faster to bring to print. Have a nice day. I will post the last chapter for this arc on the 26th, hopefully. A Christmas/Yule special. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday. See you on December 26th.