Sethyl brought his shield up and braced for the nerubian charging him. It was his first time tanking for the guild—something he actually had a spec for, unlike healing—and he didn't want to screw this up. Gore had hinted that he'd like to be able to deal damage some time, if there was another tank good enough to replace him. Even though he'd only been in the guild for a few months, Sethyl didn't want to let them down. He'd show them how amazing a tank he could be and, with luck, busting creature's faces open with his shield would help relieve some of his pent up frustrations about whatever had happened with his mana crystals and….

Well, it would be a win for everyone.

"This is amazing, though."

A melodic voice trilled from behind him. He ignored it.

"I mean, I can see why you would think these are real crystals. The attention to detail their creator used is…breathtaking."

The nerubian slowed its pace as the mage behind its target kept talking, holding a small bag of fake mana crystals. Sethyl found himself tapping a few real ones. At first he had practically thrown himself on his knees in thanks when Ta'lim had ridden ahead and come back with real mana crystals for him. However, his gratitude had tapered off as Zeresa had begun to study the fake ones.

He'd thought it might get better after Wren caught up to them, as surely the little mage would go back to swooning over her beloved farstrider.

He was not so lucky, especially seeing as Wren was now apparently a fucking high elf.

How was that even possible?

To be fair, Wren's eyes were more of a turquoise than a blue, and he still had the faintest of feels of fel magic. However, he had clearly been purified.

Somehow.

By a goblin priest.

Could that be done for others?

Was it even something people would want?

"You know," Zeresa put her hand on her hip as she continued to look them over, "they actually have fel magic in these." As she held one up and squinted, her delicate lips dipped into a frown. "That must be why you didn't notice they weren't real…something about the way they were made makes the mana dissipate instead of allowing it to be absorbed."

Sethyl tried to keep his eyes from rolling, though it was nice to know that he wasn't just an idiot for not figuring it out. He frowned as he came out of his thoughts to see the nerubian was trying to angle itself so that it could charge past him and get the mage first.

Though Sethyl considered that a single, unfortunate slip up that might cost the life of a non-guild member could surely be recovered from, he sighed and slammed his shield into the creature, catching it off guard as it thought him quite distracted with the mage's ramblings.

Despite heading toward a place called Coldarra, they'd found themselves having to trek through more than a few areas that had been overrun with nerubian. They had been centered around Warsong Hold—or at least they'd assumed they were—but the plains surrounding it were little better. Even without the weird bug creatures, undead were everywhere.

They were going to have to take shifts to keep watch at every camp. There would be no casual breaks, like when they'd gone through the Barrens and Thousand Needles. Everything out here was able to kill them. and seeking to.

Even as spells flew and weapons flashed, Zeresa was able to keep talking.

"You know, I bet I could tap these. I mean, I can see what they did, so I could probably circumvent the block."

Another nerubian charged Sethyl, and he met it head on. Despite the constant stream of words that spilled from her lips, Sethyl supposed her current topic was better than what she'd been on about when they first escaped the zeppelin—honestly, another day on that dirigible, and he was certain someone would have died.

Where did you get that gear? What enchant is that? I've never seen fabric this soft, yet durable. Who's your tailor?

Mitchell had loved that attention.

But she'd kept going.

You guys seem like pretty weathered fighters. Have you ever killed anything major? What about Quel'Danas? Outland? Oh, have you been to the Plaguelands? They could use fighters there, still. Everyone seems to forget about the Plaguelands these days… I can see why. It's not pleasant there.

The elf was relentless.

At first Sethyl had thought she would have to put her curiosities aside eventually. That was when he'd noticed the way she was surveying the different members of the group, as though trying to find the weakest link.

Even as her gaze had caught Sethyl's and she smiled, Liila had sat down beside her and tapped her shoulder. At first, Zeresa had looked at her with contempt and disgust, though Liila had somehow managed to ignore it and offer her a faint smile.

"I heard from Margaret that you are one of the magisters who knows how to make those mana crystals?" After a haughty, fifteen-minute lecture about how any sin'dorei mage worth their salt could make such things, Liila nodded, her faint smile somehow still in place—it probably wasn't a real smile—and she motioned toward the mage's personal stash of crystals, resting on her hip. "I was wondering what I would need to do to become a sin'dorei. I think it has a lot to do with those crystals, yes?"

Instantly Zeresa went from treating her like a leper to begrudgingly discussing the subject. Sethyl was amazed that Liila hadn't hurled her over a cliff, but instead had sat through the mage's explanations and anecdotes, an interested light playing in her eyes.

Zeresa did not just grate on Sethyl's nerves. Rather, Gore had disappeared for a few hours before coming back and announcing that he'd found some sort of hellish, magic zone they needed to go to, expressing many times how unstable the magic was likely to be and how it might be dangerous to elves especially, seeing as they were so in tune with magic and all. While he'd understand if Zeresa wanted to stay back, all of Impervious needed to go.

To help the locals, of course, as they didn't want the unstable magic spreading.

That had not deterred her in the slightest.

Nor had gossip swayed her when Lash had, quite abruptly, left the guild. Sethyl didn't know what was going on, but it seemed a little like the guild was starting to fracture. The death knight, Leafless, was still missing. Cloudless was going to be gone for an indiscernible amount of time. Lash had left. Gregor seemed ready to leave. Timmons and Mitchell, too.

He hoped they wouldn't. Despite his brief time with the guild, they already felt somewhat like a family. And they were his first guild. He'd be happy if they were his only guild.

Plus, there was the fact that they were Anonymous, and the world dearly needed Anonymous.

That had kept her quiet for almost ten minutes. And then she'd just started talking out loud, to whoever might answer her. When he glanced to his side, Sethyl noticed Roberts was eyeing his daggers and then looking over at Zeresa, as though wondering if maybe he could 'lose' his grip on one during his next fan of knives.

However, even as Lash offered her a few kind words and fueled her enthusiasm for hearing her own voice echo down the halls, alerting whatever might be lurking of their approach, Cloudless caught Sethyl's attention and motioned toward his own guild stone in his hand.

Sethyl cautiously looked over Zeresa to see she was still giddily explaining mana crystals to Lash, who looked as though he were honestly trying to keep up, though he kept interrupting her and asking her to repeat herself. When he was sure she was too engrossed in her own accomplishments, Sethyl pulled out his stone and watched a message from Cloudless flicker across it.

I don't know what we did wrong, but somehow, this little creature knows that we're Anonymous. Try to screw up a few pulls and make us seem somewhat inept, would you? We need to counter her suspicions.

Sethyl eyed the message for a moment before writing back.

Can't we just swear her to secrecy or something…?

It was a struggle not to look back at Cloudless as he plodded forward slowly, trying to just look cautious, as he waited for a response. When his stone finally chimed, his gaze whipped toward it.

If she finds irrefutable proof, I promise you, Haa'aji will make her disappear. With our luck lately, she told a friend about how she'd figured out who Anonymous was and Haa'aji will be stuck taking out half of Silvermoon just to keep our secret. We can't let her know.

Sethyl felt his heart sink as he realized that to help his guild, he'd have to be incompetent. Even as he considered that it would probably take more skill to purposely screw up than to execute the perfect fight, his stone chimed again.

I don't really care if the world knows who we are, but I know a lot of the forsaken and death knights don't want their families finding out they've risen. Notoriety and fame aren't always good things…

Sethyl paused to glare over his shoulder at Cloudless, as though to imply that he already knew such things and didn't need to be reminded. When Zeresa caught his look, he smiled earnestly at her. Her eyes lit up as she trotted up next to him.

"Ooooh, you know what we should do? Chain pulls."

Cloudless was making an X with his arms behind her and shaking his head so hard that his braided beard nearly flew up to hit him in his eyes. Sethyl watched Zeresa follow his gaze and look back at their healer. Cloudless pretended to be engrossed in inspecting a few mushrooms.

When she looked back, hopefully at Sethyl, he shrugged apologetically, making a point of shifting his grip on his shield a bit awkwardly. "Sorry. I'm kind of new to tanking." As her face fell with disappointment, he motioned with his head. "I think we'll be okay, if we just pace ourselves."

~"~

Are you ready to stop being anti-social and rejoin the guild?

Leafless stared down at the message as she stood in the Noxious Glade, her free hand tapping on one of the hilts of her swords. She considered just leaving Blood's question unanswered, as she had with the last half dozen messages imploring her to take a summons and meet them in Northrend.

However, she merely dropped the stone back into one of the satchels hanging at her hip and turned to face the man approaching her.

Bloodsworn smiled. "You're quite good at sensing people. I bet even rogues are hard pressed to sneak up on you."

Leafless shrugged, half-heartedly. "Perhaps it's a lingering remnant of when I was in tune with nature. The earth used to whisper people's footsteps to me."

Even as she sighed and let her hand drop away from her sword, Bloodsworn eyed her. "You miss nature's call, don't you?" He hesitated, a regretful look on his face. "I was never capable of any spells. Even in life the light rejected me."

Over the last few weeks, Leafless had spent more and more time with Bloodsworn. Despite being human, she had to say that he had a certain charm about him. Perhaps it was his way with words. When he wasn't talking wistfully about how trapped he felt without a hand to guide him, how lost and lonely his existence had become, he could be quite the conversationalist.

He understood her pain of rejection when it came to Shadow. Bloodsworn had confided that he had had a love of his own before the plague. Unrequited, unfortunately. Whenever he spoke of her, the harsh light of his eyes seemed to lose its edge and for a moment Leafless would be able to see past the scars and rotting flesh, to the man he must have been.

"You're sure this is what you want to do?" Bloodsworn broke the hush over the broken land, watching her with a worried expression. "I wouldn't blame you if you changed your mind."

Leafless' hands clenched into fists for a moment before she nodded, walking a few paces to the side and kneeling in front of a sickly flower. Even as it tried to bloom, rot was overtaking its frail petals, deforming it. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Smiling, Bloodsworn turned toward the center of the clearing and necrotic magics began to pulse around his fingers. "Back to the master we go, then."

Leafless stood up and walked toward him as he cast, standing just behind him and watching the dark gate crackle to life with unholy energy. Even as Bloodsworn lowered his hands to his sides, the dark portal gaping as though to swallow their souls, he let out a sharp gasp and looked down to see two blades sticking through his chest.

Leafless shoved them in further and twisted. "I'll ask you again. How stupid do you think I am?"

With a short gasp, Bloodsworn fell to his knees as she jerked her blades from him. Even as he crumpled to the ground, she lifted one of her blades, readying to take off his head. "What I don't get, is that you were at the chapel...why on earth would you go back to Arthas?"

Black blood and spittle dripped from his lips as he clutched his chest with one hand, gasping toward the decaying earth. Even as Leafless swung her sword down, not truly caring to know the answer, he abruptly whirled around, splattering her armor and face with his blood. With a snap, he boiled it and Leafless stumbled back, frantically clawing the globs of blistering liquid from her face.

Bloodsworn rose back to his feet calmly, rolling one of his shoulders gingerly as the action pulled at his open wounds. However, even as Leafless managed to recuperate, he gave her a slow, wicked grin and licked his lips. "I was at the chapel, not that it made any difference." He drew his two handed sword and inspected the runes lining it even as Leafless settled into a defensive stance, not trusting his calm demeanor. "But then, I gave myself to the Lich King the first time, so why should a meager holy spell or two make a difference?"

Even as Leafless started to circle around him so that he was no longer between her and Archerus, a blur shot out of the gate he'd opened and slammed into her. She let out a startled cry as she was tackled to the ground by a lithe, living elf. Even as she registered what it was that had attacked her, the elf leapt away from her, landing near Bloodsworn in a crouched position, a small dagger clutched in each hand.

Eyes glittering, Bloodsworn patted the elf on the head and Leafless saw a twinge of resentment flash across the creature's face. "What can I say? While my little priest was my favorite pet, after she ran away, I had to do something to fill that lonely void."

A small movement in her peripheral vision made Leafless step back a pace so that she could see a grimacing young human mage standing off to her side, her hands clasping a wicked looking scythe.

With a simple twitch of one of his fingers, both the elf and human attacked at once, frost bolts freezing Leafless' feet in place while the rogue tried to jab his blades into the weak points of her armor.

Swinging her leg into the rogue as he attacked, she sent him flying back and death gripped the mage to her, slitting the human's throat in a single, fluid movement as she threw that same blade and nailed the rogue in the forehead.

Both of them crumpled to the ground. However, even as she turned her attention toward Bloodsworn, he gave her a gleeful smile and both bodies lit up with death runes. In moments, the mage was rising to her feet while the rogue convulsed in agony, the sword still through his head.

With a shrug, Bloodsworn pulled the weapon from his pet, ignoring the man as he died again, only to be brought back a few moments later. With tears in his eyes, the rogue rolled back to his feet and lunged forward.

"At first I thought I was doing something wrong, you know," Bloodsworn called out as Leafless parried her attacker's assault and tried to keep the mage silenced. "Your little guild mate just would not submit to my will." He smiled as his rogue's dagger sunk into the muscle behind Leafless' ear and dragged, leaving a long gash on her hunched shoulders and neck. "Turns out she's just a bit stronger willed than your average person." The mage thudded into the ground near him and he patted her head as she stood back up, another spell leaving her lips. "Almost a dozen successful experiments proved that."

Leafless knelt for a moment and then whirled around, catching the rogue by his face and lifting him off the ground. She shoved her blade through his heart, but jerked it out quickly. If they were the same as Liila, she knew what to do.

As the runes flickered around his body, she slashed into his flesh, breaking them. Then, even as she heard Bloodsworn suck in a sharp breath, she shoved her sword into the elf's heart again. This time, he didn't get back up.

Leafless tossed his body to the ground and dodged out of the way as Bloodsworn finally joined the fray, furious. He hadn't been as thorough with them as he had with Liila and he was outraged to be down a pawn. He hadn't needed to waste so much energy breaking the rest of them, but he was sure as hell going to make sure to remedy that as soon as he'd discarded the worthless cow in front of him.

Leafless dodged another attack, though barely. Even without the mage's slowing effects, enough damage had been done that she was beginning to falter. If she'd realized he had more pets, she wouldn't have tried to take him on by herself. As it had been, a small part of her had wanted to do something Shadow hadn't been able to: defeat this bastard completely.

Too late she realized that, as with most decisions in her life, she'd been too reckless and eager to prove herself. And Bloodsworn had hardly even been surprised. All this time she'd thought she was working her way into his trust, when he'd had a damned trap laid out for her.

Leafless death gripped the mage again and held her as a shield, ignoring the pleading look in the mage's eyes to end her as she had the rogue. She couldn't, with Bloodsworn's relentless onslaught.

However, she managed to injure the mage, just enough that she couldn't cast, but she wouldn't die. If she did somehow manage to kill Bloodsworn, she'd be sure to put the human out of her misery…or even bring her to Liila. Perhaps the two could form some weird bond.

Leafless managed to claw her guild stone out of her pocket and send a frantic message to Blood. Though she'd meant it for the guild, she hadn't had time to make sure she was doing a generic message rather than a personal one.

Need summons NOW. Bloodsworn has pe

Before she could finish 'pets', the stone was knocked from her grip as he brought his blade down on her hand. In a quick motion, he swung up and sliced into the flesh of her throat.

Leafless tumbled to the ground, gasping and grasping at the brittle grasses beneath her, trying to find her guild stone. The one good thing about being a death knight was that this time she'd be a hell of a lot harder to kill.

However, even as her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of her stone and she saw a faint flicker of light saying, Incoming in a second, she felt her enemy's sword bite into the back of her neck and she hit the ground hard.

She thought she felt his sword stab into her back, again and then again, but the feeling in her body had begun to fade, taking even the perpetual chill in her blood with it. As she stared at the decaying grasses around her, she remembered Shadow looking back at her when she'd first died.

Her mind must have been playing tricks, for she thought she saw him shift to his caster form, nature magic dancing around his hands even as ghouls and monsters closed in around him.

She smiled into the dirt, remembering that distant life when she, too, had been a druid.

Mother earth, she thought when her voice failed her, please take back this wayward child.

Even as the light began to dim, despite being the middle of the day, Leafless lifted her head slightly, awed as she felt a warmth she had thought lost to her forever running down her spine and through her core. She dug her fingers into the earth and closed her eyes, willing nature to answer her call, one last time.

~"~

Bloodsworn spat on the ground, and cast a quick disease on the earth around him, though had he been able to pale, he would have done so when the earth resisted his spell, the soft grasses and tree sprouts remaining green around the area where Leafless' body had been. Before the forced summons. He kicked and hacked at the roots binding his feet, his mood worsening when he looked to his two pets to see that both had been taken into the earth and released from his control.

With another curse, he broke his legs free from his constraints and began smashing his sword into the ground, kicking at the wild life until every last blade of grass was uprooted and smushed. Even then, the earth maintained a rich color he couldn't destroy.

~"~

Blood dropped onto his knees next to Leafless as the summons runes faded, his hand shaking as he reached toward her battered face, her fur soaked in blood. Red blood. Before he could touch her, he pulled his hand away, half fearing that whatever this was would be tainted by a simple brush of his fingers.

Enlyhn stood beside him with Ta'lim, the two who had helped to channel the forced summons when Leafless hadn't accepted the first one thrown her way. He hadn't known her before she'd succumbed to the plague, but the creature laying before them was no death knight. Beaten and broken as the body was, there was a purity about it and small leaves poked out of the snow around her, offering pale blossoms that seemed somehow immune to their frozen world.

Sham was on her knees in an instant, on the other side of Leafless, healing spells spilling from her lips. Even as the torn flesh mended, Gore stepped up behind her, reaching a hand out and placing it on her shoulder. "She's gone."

Sham ignored him, continuing her spells as she examined the tauren, panicked. Leafless had always been so quiet around the others, but she was still a part of the guild, a part of her family. She was practically one of Sham's children. Though it had been infrequent, they had shared moments together, where Leafless had confessed that she missed the call of the earth and Sham had, at her request, whispered to her of the soft voices around them.

Even though she'd heard the elements rather than the spirits of nature, she had seen the way it brought comfort to Leafless, as though showing her that even with her own form twisted into something unnatural, the balance still persevered. Sham knew it was not very orcish of her, but she had always hoped that one day Leafless would find happiness, or at least contentment. Something that would leave any death on a battlefield full of pride, her regrets set at ease.

And when she'd learned of Mitchell's experiments, she had been so excited to tell Leafless. Surely it was a hope that even a death knight could hold on to. At the time, she had wanted to see Leafless' expression when she'd learned of it and so, instead of sending her a message on the stones, had simply joined Blood in requesting her return to the guild.

She couldn't be dead without knowing that the tides were shifting, little by little into their favor.

Gore's hand gripped Sham's shoulder tighter, his other taking hold of one of her arms as he pulled her away from the body. "She's gone. Don't dishonor her death with such a pitiful display. She had a warrior's death. It's all any of us can ask for."

His stern gaze wavered as Sham looked up at him, as though she might cry. However, she saw the worn lines in his face, the light of loss in his eyes, struggling not to spill out to his other features. A small part of herself wanted to keep trying to call back their comrade, but even the whispers of the elements conceded that it was useless.

Her world slowly expanded and she looked around to see the others of the guild who were with them gathered in a circle around their fallen comrade, stricken looks on their faces.

Of all of them, Blood still knelt beside Leafless, the look on his face more of awe than remorse or loss. How was it that in death she'd been freed from the necrotic magics that flowed through her? That she'd been released?

"We should…burn the body," the words felt so cruel, slipping off of Gore's tongue. Like she wasn't someone he'd fought beside for months. She deserved a warrior's burial, but then, could they afford such an honor on such unhallowed ground?

Blood seemed to finally snap out of his reverie. "Is that what is customary for tauren?" He felt strange, not even knowing the proper burial for his friend. Even as Gore opened his mouth to protest, he looked back down at her. "She won't be raised again…" He looked back up at them, his ghoulish face allowing the faintest traces of a smile. "They won't be able to make her suffer anymore."

~"~

"Intruders! Who trespasses in the Old Kingdom?"

Shadow shoved a skeleton in mid cast over the edge of the platform they were on, ignoring a frost bolt that shot up past them as he turned and glared at the troll rogue standing inconspicuously near the webbing they'd climbed to get there. "Dammit, Haa'aji. I told you not to touch anything until we were done here."

"It been Cinda, mon."

Cinder scowled and kicked at Haa'aji, though he easily dodged her and returned to his earlier innocent pose, as though he hadn't just been attacked. "It wasn't me, you asshole."

Whisper's stone chimed and she pulled it from her pocket, arching an eyebrow and then laughing. "Haa'aji, Margaret says you broke Wren."

Eyes widening, Haa'aji glared at the rest of the group. "De fuck, mon? Why evrehbodeh be blamin' meh fa shit dat be happenin'."

"Because it's always your fault," Timmons muttered as another frost bolt flew up past them. He dared a look over the edge of the platform to see that the skeletal mage had been caught on an outcropping a few yards below and was slowly clawing its way back to them. With a gleeful grin, he cast reign of fire and watched as a few of the fireballs crashed into the undead creature, sending it plummeting to the depths below.

He jolted, however, as he felt two hands on his shoulders shove him slightly, only to catch him in the last moment. He glared over his shoulder at Haa'aji and the troll gave him a smirk. "If Ah be de one doin' it, prove it."

"I look forward to the day someone pins something on you," Timmons muttered, though he stopped as he considered that Liila would probably drag him into the rescue attempt. Even so, it'd be worth it.

Shadow stood near the ledge, his mace resting against one of his shoulders. "Could we just hurry up? I want to get out of here before Roberts and the others clear their area and come to 'help'."

All of them shuddered at the thought of Zeresa, except for Liila. She shrugged. "I like her." When all gazes slid toward her, she tilted her head. "Besides, if we act like we don't want her around, she'll just prod more."

"Come again?" Whisper asked, frowning and checking her messages for any comments in regard to the mage.

"She thinks we're Anonymous. She was asking earlier about the Scourge attack on Orgrimmar and how Impervious missed it," she paused to clear her throat and speak in a slightly high, more enthusiastic tone. "'Just about when the Sunwell was saved, you know'?"

Cinder seemed to consider what she'd said, a manipulative smile settling over her features. "We have a groupie…"

"And I think she likes boys," Whisper muttered. Even as Cinder scowled and said she wasn't thinking along those lines, Whisper let out a sharp gasp. "Shadow, behind you—"

Shadow swung his mace instinctively and nailed a tall creature in the face right as it started to say, "I will feast on your—"

In a breath, Haa'aji darted over to the creature, as it tried to get back up and snapped its neck. "De hell been dat ting?"

Liila knelt next to the san'layn's corpse, frowning. "The boss you pulled when you touched those crystals."

"Wooman, Ah swear," Haa'aji hissed, though he didn't bother to deny it that time. He inspected the creature for a moment and then grinned, beginning to strip it. "Nehone want his robes? Or dis be goin' ta de black market?"

As Timmons considered whether he might use them, Liila started down the webbing carefully. Whisper trotted up beside her, grinning slightly as they reached the main landing and started toward the area the boss had been drawing magic from. "You seem happier lately."

Liila glanced up at her, a denial on the tip of her tongue, though she stopped herself. It was true enough, wasn't it? Even her nightmares had begun to recede at least somewhat. In them, hours of torture were replaced with that fearful look in Bloodsworn's eyes and even on occasion she would wake up thinking she was in her bed back in Silvermoon and that everything had been a crazy dream. Just as she would reach for Gryst'lyn, reality would come crashing back.

Whisper eyed her and nudged her playfully. "It's a guy, isn't it?"

Liila's eyes widened uncharacteristically for a moment before her face blanked. "I just like what Blood did with my runes."

"Liar," Whisper called her out and paused as a few of the others looked their way. She shrugged. "You don't have to tell me. I'll figure it out." A slight smile slipped across Liila's lips as her guild stone chimed and she checked it while Whisper continued. "I know it has something to do with Silver—"

Her voice cut off as Liila stopped in her tracks and stared down at her stone, her earlier humor vanished. Whisper darted over to her and looked down at the runes as they began to flicker out. It registered that it was from Leafless, but that made no sense with the message that had been sent.

Hello, love. I think it's time the games begin again, don't you?

Liila clenched her fingers around the stone and whirled to face Timmons. "We need a summons for Leafless—"

All of their stones chimed in unison and they scrambled to pull them from their pockets and bags. As Shadow's eyes scanned the words, his knees felt for a fleeting moment like they'd give out beneath him and his guild stone slipped from his hand. He didn't even register as Haa'aji caught it before it could fall through the webbing and down into the darkness below.

Come back to camp, now. Leafless is dead. We need to regroup.

...-...

A/N: So the rest of the chapters are saved on my laptop and I'm too lazy to get on that right now and load them, so this is where I'll stop for now. I should have the rest of the fic up by the end of next weekend. I'll also add chapter titles later this week because I have to find my printed copy so that I can make sure I remember them right. Sorry for the clusterfuck. I'll get around to the side stories, too, though I dunno if I'll post them all together or like they were originally.

Thank you to all those who have supported this fic throughout the years. Y'all mean the world to me.