Author's Notes
Ugh, this chapter has been a headache and a half. First it wasn't ready in time, and then I forgot to answer the reviews. I'm really sorry that everything's been going wrong with the story. I just haven't been feeling it so far. But I do plan on changing that, I assure you.
So, for real this time: Reviews!
GiggiEba, Yay! *Looks over at Cynthia's character* Uh... noooo, she's nooot. He would be, although that is up to Sarah to decide. I'm sorry you did have to wait, but here it is!
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Eba's POV
There were only three people in line at the booth where you signed up for the tournament, which is understandable since it was the last day for signing up. We were behind a woman who looked thin from afar, but was abviously strong up close. The person in front of her was a buff-looking man, and I didn't manage to take a look at the third before he moved away. I didn't look too strong, but I probably was, right? I mean, I helped fight a demon... a-and a lot of mutant monsters... it had been a long time since I'd fought. Had I become rusty?
Annie nudged me forward, pulling me out of my thoughts to see that there was only one person left. I took a couple of steps forward and waited for my turn. The woman left after a few minutes, but the lady in the booth didn't call me forwards. She started rummaging through things under her little desk, and dread began climbing all over me. Were we too late? Was there a limit to how many people could participate? Was I not going to get in the tournament?
The attendant looked up with a raised eyebrow, proceeding to wave me forward. I blinked, hesitating, before walking up to the little window. "Just give me a second," the lady asked me. "Let me see if I can't find another form. I swore I had at least a couple more..."
"O-oh. Okay." I looked over my shoulder. Annie was trying to show Cynthia some of the defensive moves I'd taught her the other day. The young woman looked impressed, clapping a little after Annie finished her short presentation. I smiled, turning around after a moment. The lady was now searching through the other side of her booth. A few seconds passed, and then she exclaimed triumphantly.
"Found one!" She turned around and placed a sheet of paper and a pen on the wooden lip of the booth, sliding it towards me. "I'm going to need you to fill this out and then answer some questions."
I gave her a nod, picking the pen up and leaning against the little desk space with my elbows. It asked me for my name and last name, my parents' names, birth date, place of birth, where I lived, my age, my weapon of choice, and my preferred fighting style out of three offered; defensive, offensive, or other. I wrote down all my information, and then handed the paper back to the lady.
She took a quick look at the form and then put it away. "Your name is Eba Delgado?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Okay Eba," she went on, digging through her things again. "I'm going to ask you a few questions that you have to answer with total honesty."
I waited nervously, and then the lady sat back up with another sheet of paper. "First question: what is most important to you?"
"My family. And friends," I added quickly.
She gave me a nod, marking something on the sheet. "Second question: what would you do to clear the way if ten monsters blocked your path?"
I frowned. "I'd... attack them? I guess? I-If they're hostile. Or try to find a way around."
The lady added another mark. "Third question: how comfortable are you leading a team?"
"Um..." I tucked a strand of magenta (and purple now) behind my right ear. "I-I'll do It, but I'm not... really all that comfortable doing so..."
"Fourth question, we're almost done: what would you do if given two hundred gold coins?" she asked.
"I would keep twenty, and give the rest to my parents," I answered. They didn't need it, but I'd feel better knowing they can have an easier life.
The lady nodded, marked something else, and then looked up at me again. "Final question: do you believe every living thing deserves forgiveness, or a second chance?"
I gave her a firm nod. "Yes, I do."
She marked something else. "Even monsters? And demons?"
I blinked, surprised. How was I supposed to answer that? I mean... Ara's a monster, and she's nice. And Blight... but was it wrong for me to say yes? A demon with an army of monsters had killed so many people... am I supposed to...?
I took a deep breath. She said total honesty. "Yes, even monsters and demons."
The lady glanced at me quickly before turning back to her form and marking something else. Had I noticed something in her gaze? Was she disgusted by me now? Was that admiration? Was I just imagining it? She looked up after writing something down on the form and putting it away. "Thank you, you'll get a letter sent to the address you wrote announcing if you got in. But I'm sure you will, so, good luck in the tournament!"
She didn't seem too put off by me... and her good wishes seemed genuine. The doubt was killing me, so I asked. "What, um... how would you answer? The final question?"
The lady smiled at me. "Same as you. I'm a whisperer, so I do think monsters should be given second chances. As for demons... I'm not sure. Most people think they are just evil from the moment they spawn, but between us..."
I leaned forward so I could hear her whispering. "I don't think all demons are bad just because. Just don't tell anyone, or they'll think I'm crazy. Okay?"
I smiled at her. "I won't." She didn't hate me! Maybe it was admiration in her gaze. There were more people who thinked monsters and demons deserved a chance! I stepped away and waved at the lady. "Thank you. Have a good day!"
She nodded back. "You too!"
My friends turned around, smiling at me. "What did you need to do?" Annie asked.
"Fill out a form and then answer some questions," I answered, taking hers and Cynthia's hands in my own. "Let's go see my friend."
Annie gave me a nod, tagging along. Cynthia was looking down at my hand wrapped around hers as I pulled her behind me, apparently stunned. I smiled sheepishly, squeezing it a little and feeling my cheeks redden. The young woman smiled back, breaking out of her stupor and picking up speed. I hadn't thought about what it would mean to her to just grab her by the hand and pull her along. I had been too busy with how happy I felt knowing there were more people with my ideals. Maybe Annie and Cynthia would take a liking to Blight.
I wasn't really worried anyway. I was too happy to worry.
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"You should have told me we were walking this far when you invited me to the park," Cynthia muttered. "I would've brought more comfortable shoes instead of my boots."
"I didn't know either," Annie told her. "My feet are sore too."
I passed them by on my sneakers, looking at them over my shoudler. I couldn't help but smile. "It's not that far. A friend of mine walks this distance every day to go to work."
"That friend of yours probably wears something that won't shatter their heels every time they take a step. Besides, you have sneakers," Cynthia told me with a small frown that turned into a smirk. "But I guess it is worth it to see you feeling smug. You look very cute."
My cheeks reddened a little, but I didn't turn away. Instead, I took hold of the rim of my blouse. It was one of those that you tied up at the front, which typically showed off your bellybutton, and I didn't like that. But mine was a little too long, which stopped that from being a problem. I spread it like you would a fancy dress and twirled around, feeling my face turn red-hot. "Thank you..."
Cynthia laughed, and I earned a giggle from Annie. "Getting into the tournament really gave a boost to your confidence, didn't it?" my friend asked.
I shrugged. "I-I guess."
"That's good, means we did something right today at least," Cynthia said, trying to catch up to me. "How much further? My feet are killing me."
I hummed, taking a few long strides forward. The forest's edge was near, a couple of meters forward, and I could see Simon's house-mansion in the distance, standing in the middle of a huge clearing. "Not too far. Look."
My friends took a peek through the foliage, their eyes widening. "Your friend lives there?" Cynthia asked incredulously.
"Not by himself," I told her. "He lives with two other friends of ours- three, actually, plus their pet fox and a baby creeper."
Annie blinked. "Wh-... I have... a lot of questions, Eba."
"Me too," Cynthia added.
I wrung my hands together nervously. "L-let's go in, a-and I'll answer them there."
My friends exchanged looks, and then continued forward. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, following them through the forest and onto the large grassy clearing. We walked up to the house, and I stopped at the front door. I was a bit nervous, but I wasn't sure exactly why. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. A few seconds passed, but nothing happened. Then the lock was turned, and Izabell stepped out.
She smiled at me, a little surprised. "Eba! You look so good!" She noticed my other friends, her smile wavering a tiny, almost imperceptible bit. "Come in, uh, guys."
Izabell stepped aside, gesturing to let us in. I stood next to the slime girl, nervously waiting for Annie and Cynthia's reactions. The young woman gave a nod to Izabell and extended a hand out. "Nice to meet you. I'm Cynthia."
The slime girl smiled, taking her hand. "Izabell. It's nice to meet you too."
"My name's Anne, but you can call me Annie if you want," my friend told her next, also stretching a hand out.
Izabell shook her hand too. "Hi, Anne. Welcome to... well, it's not really my house, but I live here, so..."
My friends nodded, taking the time to look around. "Who's house is it?" Cynthia asked.
"It's my boyfriend's," the slime girl answered. "Courtesy of the creeper king. We took part in the battle against... the demon, and his monster horde, and were rewarded very kindly."
Annie nodded, passing her hand over one of the soft couches in the living room. "Like Eba. She has a big apartment in Globe Chapel City. But I guess you know about that."
"Yeah," Izabell said with a nod. "We've visited her from time to time, but my boyfriend spends most of the day working in Malachite, so it's not very often or for very long."
I tapped her shoulder, leaning in close. "Where's Simon? And Ara and Flick and Snowdrift?"
"At work," she answered. "And those three are out playing in the woods."
I nodded, hesitating to ask. "And... Blight?"
The slime girl sighed. "He's fine, but it's kind of hard for me to get used to him being there. I keep forgetting, and he keeps butting in when I least expect it. But he himself is alright."
I couldn't help but smile a little. "He likes doing that. Is he... there?"
Izabell nodded tiredly. "Always." Grey flashed over her lime-green eyes, and then she blinked. "Uh, he says 'hi', and 'good to see you'."
My smile widened, but I stopped myself before answering. It might look weird to Annie and Cynthia, so introductions had to be made first. I walked up to them after gesturing to Izabell to wait a second. "Um... guys?"
They stopped their hushed conversation, turning to me curiously. I took another deep breath and gestured for them to follow. "I want you to meet my friend. Th-the one that's going to help me train."
Annie exchanged looks with Cynthia and then nodded. "Alright. Is he out of the house, or...?"
"Just... c-come with me," I mumbled, gesturing for Izabell to follow me too.
I stepped outside, and my friends followed. Izabell looked mildly distressed, waiting for me to explain what was going to happen. Annie and Cynthia looked confused, but chose to tag along. I pulled Izabell close to whisper in her ear. "Ask Blight if he can... step outside for a minute, when I ask."
The slime girl frowned at me. "Are you sure you want him to do that?"
I nodded, backing away so as to not overthink this. The moment I started doubting my actions was the moment I freaked out, and I really didnt need that now. I took a deep breath, turning back to my other friends. "Um... you have to promise that you won't tell anyone. A-and that you won't freak out. Please?"
Annie and Cynthia exchanged looks. "We won't," my friend assured me. "Don't worry. What, uh... are you going to show us?"
I gestured to Izabell. My hand was trembling. "Please tell him to come out."
She hesitated for a second, but then grey dust began pouring out of her chest. It trailed down her arms and dropped off her fingers, turning into a cloud to the right of her. A familiar face formed from the puff of rot-sand. I felt the need to hug him, but terror held me in place. My friends stared, open-mouthed, at the demon before them. Blight glanced at me with a neutral expression before giving them a short bow.
"Nice to meet you," he said pleasantly. "My name is Blight."
Annie blindly searched for Cynthia's hand, tightly gripping her arm and digging her nails in. The young woman hissed in pain, pulling her arm away and rubbing it. They turned back to Blight, and silence stretched on. My heart was pounding in my ears. What would they think? Were they scared of him? Had showing them been a bad idea? Why couldn't I just stop thinking? Why was my heart beating so fast? Did I really have to go on a date with Cynthia? Would she cancel it now that she knew of Blight? Why was this so nerve-wracking???
My friend cleared her throat, stiffly extending a hand. "Hi," she said, her voice cracking a bit. "I-I'm Anne."
"I'm Cynthia," the young woman said after a moment of hesitation. She kept her voice under control, but her hand trembled when she offered it.
The demon smiled, going over to shake their hands and hesitating. Izabell blinked, and then dug around her pockets, coming up with the pair of gloves Simon had given Blight. She handed him the gloves and the demon nodded in acknowledgment, putting them on and shaking hands with my friends one at a time.
"Sorry. I have to wear these gloves for... personal reasons," he explained. I wondered why he lied, but then realized that it would've made Annie and Cynthia freak out if he told them the real reason.
"It's fine," the young woman said. "Are you... a spirit?"
"A demon," Blight said with a nod. "But I'm not evil."
Annie frowned a little. "Um... is it rude to ask why?"
Blight shrugged. "Because of Eba."
My friends turned towards me. "What do you mean because of Eba?" Cynthia asked the demon.
"She freed me from a ravine deep underground by offering herself as a vessel for me," he answered.
"I... thought demons didn't keep promises," the young woman said cautiously.
"Most don't," Blight conceded. "But I'm different. I wasn't born a demon, I was turned into one after I died. I hated being one for decades until I sort of came to peace with the fact. And when Eba became my vessel, I chose to be more human than demon."
Annie and Cynthia turned to stare at me. I managed a nervous smile, taking a few steps forward. "Um... what do you think?" I asked slowly.
They stared at Blight again before their gazes switched to Izabell and then landed back on me. "Well... it's kind of... cool, I guess," my friend got out slowly. "But it's also... weird, that your friend has a demon..."
"Technically, I was Eba's demon first," Blight corrected. "But because she wanted to join the tournament, and felt it a bad idea to have me in her head during, Izabell offered to become my vessel temporarily."
Cynthia hadn't said anything yet. I swallowed, taking another step forward. "Cynthia?"
The young woman turned to look at me and sighed. "Well, it's... I don't know. It just is."
"Y-you're not... um..." I struggled to find a way to ask.
"Put off by it?" she finished, raising an eyebrow. "No, not really. Going to cancel our date? Definitely not. Curious about all of this? Very much so."
I got funny looks from Izabell and Blight, but was too relieved and yet nervous to care. "S-so you're okay with... knowing?"
"Yeah," Annie said with slight conviction. "Like I said it's weird, but... well, I guess it's okay."
"I don't really mind," Cynthia said. "It's just new, and surprising."
A little sigh escaped me, and I couldn't help but smile. My hands were still trembling. "Okay! Okay. Uh... well, Blight?" I turned to him. "We came here because we wanted to ask you if you could help me train for the tournament."
The demon blinked. "Of course. All three of you?"
"We want to help, if we can," Annie explained. "And we didn't want Eba to come here by herself."
Blight nodded. "Alright. How much do you remember about fighting?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. That's... why we came to get help from you."
"Right, you never remembered any of the theoretical aspects," he muttered. "We can spar to see how well you can defend yourself, and we'll go from there."
I gave him a nod and got into a stance before remembering something important. "Um... won't you end up hurting me now...?"
Blight frowned, and then blinked. "Right, yes, sorry."
Annie, Cynthia, and even Izabell looked confused. "What are you talking about?" Annie asked.
"Sparring is harmless when she's my vessel," the demon explained. "My demonic element is rot, and whomever is hosting me becomes immune to it, as well as my weapons. Since Izabell is currently my vessel, she is immune, but Eba isn't, and it would be very bad if I hurt her."
Cynthia frowned. "So... what do we do, then?"
Blight and I exchanged looks. "I suppose I could possess Eba until the tournament starts, to help her train," the demon suggested.
Izabell sighed, almost groaned actually. Blight turned to stare at me questioningly, as did my friends. I shrugged after a moment. "I-I guess we could do that. Until the tournament."
The demon nodded, walking up to me. "Please sit down." He looked at Izabell over his shoulder. "Both of you."
The slime girl knelt down and sat cross-legged on the grass, looking like she just swallowed something bitter. I sat down too, waiting for the painful but thankfully quick process. Blight's shadow turned into a cloud of dust, moving back to Izabell. Seconds, later, more dust began emanating from her forehead. The slime girl gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, gripping the grass as if her life depended on it. The dust cloud finally left her, the poor girl panting with teardrops making their way down her cheeks.
I braced myself, closing my eyes. What felt like a flaming spear was slowly pushed through my skull, almost making me cry out. The pain suddenly faded seconds later, and I let out a series of deep, shuddering breaths. I wiped my own tears from my face, rubbing my right temple. But, despite the pain and headache, I felt... comfortable, with Blight's presence next to mine.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine... you?
I'm fine too. It's nice to be together again.
I think so too.
Cynthia kneeled down next to me, offering a hand. "That looked like it hurt."
"It does," Izabell complained, getting up with the help of Annie. "A lot."
"Yeah," I agreed, taking Cynthia's hand and rising. "But at least now we can spar safely."
Blight summoned a shadow, judging from the familiar and oddly comforting feeling of his rot-sand trailing down my arm. The demon appeared a short distance away, bending down to pick up his gloves. "Yes, we can. Could you all stand further away for this? Just in case."
Cynthia nodded, stepping a couple meters back. Izabell walked with Annie helping her out to stand next to the young woman. Blight tossed me his gloves, which I tucked into my sweatpants' pockets. My demon got into a fighting stance, summoning a curved scimitar. "Are you ready?"
Nodding, I got into my own stance, summoning my Needlepoint like I had many times before. I smiled, having missed the weapon. It felt so very right to hold it, for some reason. I waved it experimentally, not even needing a moment to get used to its weight. "I'm ready."
Blight rolled his shoulders, smiling a little. "Then let's spar."
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Simon's POV
I walked into the RD room, realizing it to be empty except for Tim. I waved, placing my blueprint's folder on the table. "Good morning. Where are Jones and Carla?"
The young man shrugged. "They came in yesterday and did a little work. They also promised to not come in today since you didn't yesterday and it looks like they meant it."
I blinked. "Andrews let them get away with that?"
"Yeah," Tim said with a shrug. "He's been busy with a lot of stuff. I guess he felt like it'd be a load off his back."
I nodded, staring at the stack of charts and papers on the table which my coworker was slumped over. "What work did they do?"
"They formally chose a new project," the young man informed me with a grimace. "We're working on more efficient engines for airships."
I couldn't help but blink again, even more shocked, shaking my head a bit as if that would make reality change for me. "What? Why? The airships are fine. We don't need more efficient engines if we're barely starting up a production line for them. It's a waste of time and resources."
Tim shrugged. "I know, but it's done. There are some... well, news, but I'm not sure if they're any good."
The young man stood up, walking over to a line of file drawers lining the wall. He wandered over to the very end, opening the bottom corner one, and taking out a small square maybe a quarter of a meter on every side, and about two inches thick. It was wrapped in dark cloth. Tim came back over to me, placing the slab on the desk and unwrapping it. The square looked to be glass with many pinpricks of red trapped within, some looking weirdly smudged.
I frowned at it. "What am I looking at, Tim?"
"Our last experiment," the man explained. "We left it cooling in the machine room and forgot about it. I came across it yesterday, and thought I should tell you." He pointed at the smudged dots.
I blinked at the slab. "It melted? The grains of redstone melted?"
Tim nodded. "Some of them, the smaller ones. The others didn't."
Excitement flared in every bone within my body. "This is great news, Tim! It means we can make a super alloy!"
The young man frowned. "How do you figure? This didn't happen with any of the metals."
"It doesn't have to work with the metals," I told him, passing my hand over the glass square. "We need to grind the redstone dust into finer grains and then melt it with sand. It might just allow energy to pass through, and if it doesn't, we can try to smelt metal into the glass somehow."
"So are we going to try again?" my coworker asked hopefully.
"We definitely are," I answered, walking over to the door. "Go get some redstone and sand samples from storage. I'll go start the machines."
Tim nodded, following me out and walking down the hall in the opposite direction I chose. I turned on the lights in the machine room, searching for and approaching the huge industrial grinder in the corner. I had never used the machine, but had seen some people turn gravel into sand with it. It's controls couldn't be anything difficult to figure out anyway. There were only three of them, actually; two dials and a switch. The dials were labeled 'grind power' and 'duration', the switch being for on and off.
I examined the rest of the machine, pulling open a trapdoor labeled 'large' and revealing many large metal teeth. There was another, smaller trapdoor next to it, labeled 'small', this one having four sharp blades within. I closed the bigger cap, turning around to wait for Tim. The young man walked in a couple minutes later, carrying two small boxes stacked on top of each other. My coworker placed the heavy-looking boxes on a work table, removing their lids and revealing sand and redstone dust inside.
I nodded at him, taking the box filled to the brim with bright red. "Do you know how to use the machine?" I asked Tim.
The young man shrugged. "Sort of. The thing is I don't know how long it would take to grind the redstone to fine enough grains."
I hummed at the grinder. "We should probably ask, but I'm sure it'll be fine if we guesstimate it."
Tim looked unsure, but I started pouring aggressively-colored dust into the machine anyway. "Five minutes should do it, right? How fast is the machine?"
"Very," my coworker answered. "Five might be too much. I think a minute and a half should be enough."
"Ah, alright. Go ahead then," I said, gesturing at the grinder once I had dumped all the redstone inside.
The young man nodded, closing the machine's lid and turning dials. Hideously loud whirring suddenly came from it once Tim had flipped the switch, taking a few steps back. After staring uselessly at the grinder for a moment, I chose to walk over to the smelter—something I knew how to use by heart—and began preparing it for our experimental purposes. The noise cut off abruptly, and Tim walked up to me seconds later with a metal tin with crimson dust.
I smiled excitedly. There were no redstone grains any bigger than the ones which remained unmelted within the other glass slab. "Great. Pour it in the smelter, I'll get the sand."
Tim nodded, pouring, essentially, redstone powder into the smelter's crucible. I brought the box of sand over and dumped its contents atop the pile of red, using a metal rod for this specific purpose to stir the different colored materials. The dust turned into a light orange mix. I pulled on a thick leather glove from the wall and pushed the tray carrying the smelting crucible back inside, pulling up the metal gate to seal it up. Heat emanated from the machine despite the many layers of insulation and metal.
I turned back to Tim. "Could you go bring gold and iron from storage? I'm sorry to be using you as a pack mule so much," I added as an afterthought, frowning bitterly. "I can go instead."
My coworker shook his head. "I'll go, it's fine. I don't know how to operate the smelter or how to know if anything is wrong with it, so I'd rather not run the risk of it blowing up in my face for any reason."
I huffed. "It'd be better if it blew up in my face, then?"
"You would probably know how to stop that from happening, which I don't," Tim explained.
"Alright, alright," I said, shaking my head and smiling a little.
The young man walked away, back down the hall. I stood there and stared at the smelter, letting it do its thing and cursing myself silently for forgetting to bring my folder. I had been working feverishly on a new aircraft design after yesterday's date with Z. A smile crawled onto my face at the memories. Tim came back minutes later, carrying two more small boxes under both his arms. He placed them on the table next to the empty ones and stood next to me.
"How long will this take?" Tim asked.
"It should be done in a few more seconds," I answered. "I'll shut it off and we'll let it cool."
My coworker nodded. Some more time passed, and I turned the crank to kill the smelter's flame, putting the big glove back on and pulling the tray out. A bright substance similar to lava greeted us, making Tim—unused to the sudden heat—lean away. I took a step back, asking the young man to give the machine more space. "It just needs to cool down now. We should probably go and at least pretend we're working on the 'official' project."
Tim nodded. "I have actually started work on that. We really need to make some progress on it."
I heaved a sigh, pushing down the need to work on my project sketches instead. "Alright, fine, let's go."
We walked back to the RD room, sitting down at the table. My blueprint folder lied temptingly near, like an itch I could clearly see but wasn't allowed to scratch. I forced myself to bury my thoughts among the charts and research papers Tim had brought out and written, making a list of possible materials we could use for the project. They had to be light, strong, useful, and most importantly, cheap. This part of the job was actually kind of fun, although I much preferred building our finished designs.
The very second I finished the first draft of the list, my hand went to my folder and pulled it close to me. I stared at my rouge appendage and item of temptation, shooting my focused coworker a glance before turning back to them. My willpower snapped like a twig, and I began flipping through my designs to find the one which craved to be finished. I pulled the page out, sharpening my pencil and resuming the job.
It was a silly idea, one I was sure had been thought of before, but I couldn't help myself. This design was like none of the airships I had drawn up before, didn't even count as one. It wouldn't need a balloon because its main propeller would be more than enough to get it airborne, and it would tilt in specific directions to avoid needing two more engines for turning. It would need a smaller one, due to the nature of its main engine, but that would hopefully not be a problem.
Even as I left work my head spun with ideas. I worried the design would be too heavy, its propellers too brittle, the engines too powerful or not powerful enough. Most of all, the look and weaponry. It would never in a million years be capable of lifting and firing a cannon, not to mention reload it, so I would need to design its weapons as well. I got home, taking off my jacket and smiling at the slime girl who sat on one of our couches, sleeping soundly.
I sat down next to her, taking hold of her hand and intertwining my fingers with hers. Izabell moved a little, but didn't wake. I pulled her close so she'd be leaning against me, wrapping my girlfriend in an embrace and closing my eyes. Only with her did my ideas and thoughts not haunt me. I drifted off, my dreams being only of the beautiful girl in my arms.
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Author's Notes
I am, again, sorry for the mess this chapter has been. And that I updated it in the middle of the night, and a day later. But I promise that I'll do better now. Maybe a fight scene in the next chapter would be more exciting, right?
Anywho, thank you all for your time, support, and patience. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
