SO yeah back in November I was reading this crossover called Cry of the Wind and I was all like that it pretty awesome and all. Then about in December the author took it down for some reason or the other and I was like dammit, anyway I figured the premise of it was a good idea as it gave me this one SO I decided to finally get off my ass and a write fic. It is my first fic so please go easy on me guys.
"If I ignore a friend I have the ability to help, wouldn't I be betraying him?" -Killua Zoldyck , Hunter X Hunter
Four fragments of the eight Winds of Magic were ruthlessly cast flying together through the infinite void intertwined two f the said winds, Ulgu the wind of Shadow and Shyish had been pried from their respective incarnates rather forcefully that they had taken a part of the incarnate with them. The third was the wind of Chamon the one that the other two clung onto as all three of them were tossed through the infinite nothingness. Least of them the one that the wind of metal has tangled with the most was Aqshy the wind of fire that burned brightly lighting the nothingness the winds were in. The Winds themselves were reduced greatly by the unmaking, the wind of Metal and fire, Chamon and Aqshy were the ones who were reduced the most this was due to the fate of the respective winds of magic's incarnations, The head of the Phoenix Guard Caradryan and the human Archmage Gelt.
Still this was only temporary as the four winds that were intertwined were violently trust out of the void. The four winds were flung through into a new scenery one that smelled of ash and smoke. An unnatural fire raged fuelled by a power that was birthed by a power of a vile nature. The four winds as they were flung noticed a tiny speck of life admits this carnage and vileness. The need for an incarnation was immediate as they felt their existence contested by an outside force.
While the Winds of Magic may have been able to eventually over power this they were reduced immensely and required an incarnate to recover. Without a moments hesitation all four of the winds plunged into the body of a dying child that spasmed violently as a new fire burnt out the one that was raging around the boy. Surprisingly despite the spasms the boys body suffered the transition was met with no resistance on the spiritual level, it was because the child was empty they had managed to claim him as he expired so his soul had already departed but had been called back though ti was now very distorted and fragmented due to the way it had been ripped from the afterlife. The boys heart started beating as a purer more bright flames burnt all the corruption around him and purge the area he was in. Still the Boy did not wake. The Winds of Magic were okay with this as they too rested in order to once again gain their full power.
It was after several hours that the winds of magics rest was interrupted as light flooded the boy that they had chosen's fragmented soul waking the boy. For the first time since he had expired in the fire the first time.
As the boy opened his golden eyes the child gazed up to see that his saviour was smiling and weeping with tears of joy as if the man who had just had awoken the boy was the one who had been saved instead. The boy at that point could only look at the man with the empty greyish black eyes who possessed black hair and could only ask himself "If I saved someone could I smile like that too?"
The first thing Kiritsugu noticed about the place he was in was the lack of Angra Mainyu's presence. Like the rest of the area he was in the place was burt to cinders with ash all around, however the feel here was different almost as if the essence of the Grail had been burnt away. While the crippled Magus was grateful for that he was rather surprised at what he was seeing. The Boy he had just placed Avalon in had been healed rather quickly, too quickly in fact. Still the Child had gone back to sleep after looking at him for several moments. Still Kiritsugu was immensely overjoyed that he had actually 'saved' someone for the first time in his life.
Kiritsugu managed to carry the boy out of the fire still the boys condition made taking him to the hospital unnecessary, still there was a lot of work that he needed to do if he were to have the boy stay with him. Kiritsugu himself was also interested in how the boy who seemed to have survived the fire had managed to remain intact. Still the Cursed Magus Killer decided that that was a mystery for another time and he should focus mainly on leaving this place with the boy as it would be dangerous to stay any longer. Still Emiya Kiritsugu was gladdened he had found someone to save as the curse that Angra Mainyu had placed on him weighed heavily on the Mans soul.
Kiritsugu eventually was able to make it to where the fire that the grail had caused had not reached. Still despite getting there one of the rescue teams found him and the boy and managed to take both of them to the hospital. In the case of the orange haired boy Kiritsugu had saved it was incase of any mental damage that the child had suffered. The Magus Killer would be surprised if the child had not suffered from something though he suspected that something else had aided in Avalon's healing of the child. The only question was what, The Grail was corrupt the essence of all the worlds energies staining it black and twisting it's very nature to it's core.
The thought of the head of the Einzbern Family who had become the Grail fate triggered a far more grim reality for Kiritugu. The current head of the Einzbern's, Jubstacheit von Einzbern would not take his actions of ordering Saber to destroy the Grail kindly. In fact he would perceive it as betrayal and no doubt have several agents sent to punish Kiritsugu or worse he may do something to the Magus Killer's daughter Illyasviel. Kiritsugu reasoned that Jubstacheit would most probably poison his daughter against him and use her in the next grail war to continue to punish him. It was certainly in the mans character after all the Einzberns were desperate to win the Grail War and that was the whole reason they had even bothered to hire him in the first place, because they wanted representative who would win the Grail War. Still Kiritsugu discovered that he would be unable to ponder any of these issues that he would have in the remainder of his life for the moment. As the Magus Killer felt the tendrils of exhaustion sink into him and claim him and his vision turned black as sleep and exhaustion claimed him.
Still the sleep Kiritsugu experienced was far from peaceful, but at least when it was relaxing the that the Magus Killer had saved seemed to have to fight his own battles even as he slept. In short the boy's sleep like the Kiritsugu's was far from peaceful.
The Boy stared at the most beautiful and most alluring Woman who had just spoken to him "I did not" the boy answered speaking slowly because for some reason he had come to realise that the Woman he was seeing had been reading his thoughts and learned of the episode that she had not been present nor had anyone else been there to report it to her.
"That is good" the woman stated as she sat in a dignified pose despite the fact that she was near to being completely nude. The boy also for some reason found that she exuded an aura of majesty and grandeur, what disturbed him was that for some reason this woman seemed familiar to him. "The Sword controlled your father" the Queenlike woman stated in a hushed yet reassuring tone. Who was she? How did she know him? These were the thoughts that ran like wildfire through the boys head as the woman spoke to him. What sword was she talking about? Who was his father? What in the world was going on
"Since his death it has yearned for you to seek it out." She explained "I was worried that you would be ensnared by its power as well, I am proud that you resisted it's bloodthirsty call." Again who was this woman and why was she so familiar, the boy new that he had never seen a place akin to this in his life before, and why did he feel angered every time he gazed at her. It definitely looked like a place he had seen in story tales, a dark gloomy castle that belonged to the villain.
"None can truly be it's master, and if you are to rule, then you must be the master of everything" the woman informed him. Rule what why would he desire to rule over anything?
"I would rather the world be devoured by daemons than unleash that fell creation upon the world again" the boy who could not remember his own name found himself telling the woman as he sheathed his sword. "As you say, once drawn it will consume it's wielder until nothing but blood remains" he agreed. "No person can be a king with it's power only a slave." Why did he desire to be a king? Why was he even speaking to this woman.
"Sit down" the Woman instructed waving a hand invitingly to a the grand throne. It was black and it's back was shaped like a rearing dragon, a genuine work of art.
The boy found himself declining "It is not yet my place to sit there" he replied.
The Woman looked surprised at his refusal "Oh, and why is that?" she asked
If I am to rule Nagarythe, I shall do it alone, without you" he informed the Woman, why was he even speaking? More importantly what the hell was he saying? "When you are slain the army of Nagarythe will be mine again. I shall hold power over the pleasure cults and with them secure the Phoenix throne." Armies? Nagarythe, Pleasure Cults? Phoenix Throne?
The Woman on her part looked silently at him with a devious look hidden in her eyes as if she was judging or reading him. Then a sly smile twisted her lips "You mean to slay me?" she asked surprise or mock surprise adorning her features.
"While you live your ambition will always be a shadow upon mine" he informed her "You cannot help but be my rival, for it is in you nature to serve no one besides yourself" he explained. "I cannot share Ulthan with you for you could never truly share it with me, even my father was not your master" the boy realised that what he was saying carried an immense amount of weight for some reason he felt that whoever he had referred to as his father was raster important and powerful. "I would exile you, but you would only rise up again in some forgotten corner, a contender for everything that I aspire to" he spoke ending his explanation.
Cannot share?" the Woman asked "Or will not?" she challenged. It seemed that she was testing him.
"wIll not" the boy found himself replying after a moments pause of consideration as he matched the woman's gaze with his intent.
"And what is it that you aspire, my son?" the Woman asked eagerly as she leaned forward.
The Boy found his eyes widening at this, this Woman was his mother, the boy was both horrified and ashamed of himself. He wanted nothing more than to cast himself at her feet and plead for her forgiveness for threatening her and not recognising her as his mother despite the fact that the two of them were talking in a rather conversational manner and had been doing so. Another part of him was horrified that 'this' woman was his mother, though he did not fully understand why. "To inherit my father's legacy and rule as Phoenix King" the boy found himself answering her. Again what was he talking about? Why did he desire this Phoenix Throne so? Why did he desire to this after seeing the nature of the forces that ruled the world.
"Yes the Forces of Chaos are strong" the Woman agreed with him.
The boy found himself taking a step forward in anger and snarling "Stay out of my thoughts" he threatened his hand resting on his sword ready to draw it in less than a heartbeat.
"I need no magic to know the workings of you mind, Malekith" the Woman who referred to herself as his mother stated naming the boy as she gazed fixedly at him. "There is a bond between a mother and son that requires no sorcery" she explained to him still staring at the boy she had called Malekith intently.
"Do you submit yourself to your fate?" Malekith asked ignoring her reminder obvious reminder of their relationship. Mainly as it was an attempt to stay his hand.
"You should know better than to ask such a pointless question" the his mother replied her voice chastising and stern. "Have I not always told you that you were destined to be king?" she asked her son rhetorically. "You cannot be king unless your are prince of your own region" she explained "and I will not surrender it willingly" his mother informed him. "Prove to me that you are worthy of ruling Nagarythe. Prove it to the other princes that the strength within you is greater than any other" she demanded. It seems that this was about to erupt into a rather violent confrontation.
"You were destined to be king" the Woman that had claimed to be his mother's voice echoed inside the boys skull as he awoke to the scene of a hospital room, still the words resonated with the boy. "Was I?" the boy asked himself unsure of it.
One of the Nurses the nurses on duty noticed that he was awake. "Oh you're awake" she stated. "I'll go inform him that you are." with this the woman left the room leaving the boy alone for the moment.
"Who could she be going to get?" the boy asked himself unsure as he had a feeling that despite the memory he had seen that he did not really know his parents even if that woman was indeed his mother. Still he felt a little off with the whole thing but it had definitely felt real. Too real to be just a dream The boy also found that he could recall what the name of the sword he had on him in that dream or memory 'Avanuir' he remembered it being called though he didn't know why. More importantly what were these details he received when he recalled the image of the sword. It was rather confusing
It was then that the nurse came back into the room followed by the man who had saved him from the fire. "As you can see sir he has just awake" she explained to the man. "Also the boy may be still suffering from post traumatic stress so please don't ask anything that may trigger a negative reaction" the nursed asked the man who smiled sadly at her before nodding.
"Don't worry I just wanted to see if the boy was okay." he informed the Nurse as he went and sat on the chair next to the hospital bed.
Before he could say anything the boy decided to speak "You were the one who saved me from the fire sir" he stated in a very mature way. "Thank you" he said the man dipping his head in respect "for coming back to check up on me."
It appeared that the man was rather taken aback by this "Well your welcome" he replied finally. The nurse had left as she was needed elsewhere. "Honestly I am happy that I was able to save you" the man admitted.
"Could I smile like you did if I saved other people?" the boy asked him wondering and hoping that he could.
"I'm not sure" the man confessed "I myself was glad that I had finally been able to save at least one person." It was then that the man realised that he had not introduced himself "I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier" he apologised "Not really sitting a good example for you am I?" he asked in a rather resigned tone.
"I wouldn't know" the boy replied with a blank face betraying no emotion or opinion. This must have slightly unnerved or disturbed the man for some reason or another.
"My name is Kiritsugu Emiya" the man introduced himself "what is your name?" he asked the boy.
"The boy looked down to at where his quilt that covered his lower half was. He then struggled to try and remember but nothing came up. Then he remembered the words the woman whose named he didn't even know who claimed to be his mother had stated "I need no magic to know the workings of you mind, Malekith" she had told him.
That word at the end of what she had said where she had named him resounded with the boy on an extremely high level as if it were calling out towards him. The word itself and syllables its felt belonging as the boy tasted them as he mouthed them and ran the word over and over inside of his mine. Looking up with a determined look the boy finally replied to the man "Malekith" he stated. "My name is Malekith." The way the boy had said this was as if it was the one and only truth he knew that was not false, this genuinely surprised the man who had rescued him but for a variety of different reasons that were unknown to the child due to his lack of knowledge on the moonlit world.
Emiya Kiritsugu blinked at what the boy said. The name he had just stated was a peculiar one not to mention rather strange name for anyone. The name 'Malekith' sounded like something a Magus would name their child, but only the most eccentric ones. "Malekith?" Kiritsugu asked cautiously "are you certain that is your real name?" The boy may have just been calling himself that but this notion was dispelled as soon as the boy spoke again.
"It is the only one that I can remember being called" the boy replied nodding. "A Woman who referred to herself as my mother called me that" the boy explained no traces of doubt on his any of his features.
"You don't remember anything other than that?" Kiritsugu asked. It seemed that the boy was suffering from some type of amnesia, given what he had survived it was no surprise. Still it was disconcerting that the boy did suffer from it. Kiritsugu also felt ashamed of himself because he had inadvertently caused the Fuyuki fire by forcing Saber to use her Noble Phantasm on the Grail.
"No I cannot remember anything else" the boy stated. "I can see who she is but I cannot make the emotional connection nor did I recognise her when she called me her son."
"You have my condolences for your loss" Kiritsugu informed the child that had named himself Malekith
"There is nothing to apologise about" the boy stated "I do not remember them so I cannot mourn them." The boy then cocked his head to the side like a bird would do when investigating something "in fact other than myself you are the only person that I know the name of. In fact in my memory the woman who called herself my mother seemed to be some sort of evil witch." the boy who called himself Malekith explained recalling the battle that had definitely seen the use of magic,
"A witch what makes you say that?" Kiritsugu asked suspicious, was this boy really a child of the Magic community.
"She used something that was dark and felt wholly unnatural and evil" the boy answered. "That and she could effect the area of people's bodies like she did to myself bringing me to my knees my body thundering with pain."
While it was not wholly heard of Kiritsugu suspected that this boy was the child of a sealing Designate and one who had been given that for a very good reason. "Is there anything else about her that you remember?" Kiritsugu asked.
"Yes she seemed rather insane" the boy stated "the woman that called herself my mother seemed to talk too much about how I was destined to be some sort of king and wield immense power and how she would be my guide."
"Yep definitely the child of a Sealing Designate" Kiritsugu thought as he heard that explanation. "Still I have not heard of this one" Kiritsugu internally mused "but then again I have been out of it for over nine years so it is possible that this woman was a more recent Sealing Designate, that way I would not have known of her existence." This explanation did seem to satisfy the Magus Killer still am idea formed in the back of the man's mind that he believed may just work. "Say kid since you don't remember your parents and you don't remember much of anything what would you say if I were to adopt you?" he asked Kiritsugu was unsure of why he decided to ask this but it felt right for him.
The boy seemed to consider this proposal for some time in fact it took several minutes and Kiritsugu was about to speak when Malekith finally looked raised his head and matched the Magus Killer's stare. "I accept" he informed Kiritsugu.
While Kiritsugu was glad that the boy had accepted there was one thing he needed to clear first "Malekith before we can go any further on that topic there is one thing you must know" he told Malekith. Seeing the Malekith's unasked question in the boy's eyes Kiritsugu sighed as he continued "I" Kiritsugu began "I am a Magus" he he finished, informing the child what was going to be his adopted son.
The adoption went smoothly, though Kiritsugu did use a little bit of hypnotism that he still possessed so that it would be over and done with more quickly. Soon the Two of them were back in the residence that Kiritsugu had purchased during the fourth Grail War for Irisviel to reside in after the Einzbern Castle had been badly damaged by in the conflict with Kayenth El-Melloi Archibald. With a little bit of work the residence was soon set into a respectable condition.
The Boy had not really pestered Kiritsugu to teach him Magic but he had started to experiment on his own in the shed. Kiritsuug had not stopped the boy because at this moment in time the child had only been writing down information in notebooks making theories he had yet to practice. Still Kiritsugu decided that it was time to review what his 'son' had been doing for that last six months.
The boy Malekith or as Kiritsugu called him in public Mal had gone out for some fresh air to keep himself fit. The Magus killer had realised that though the boy had lost most of his memories he had retained the knowledge of what he had seen or been privy to as his research notes seemed to be rather detailed though the Magus killer noticed that the majority of the notes that he was reviewing had something to do with the forced animation of living objects like forcing a heart to beat after the oner had just expired. Though the Magus killer did note tat there were a few notes on some advanced forms of necromancy there. Though the concepts on how to use them were foreign to him.
This is what had led Kiritsugu to decide to make sure Mal was practicing thaumaturgy correctly as to be a Magus was to walk side by side with death, and that was something that Kiritsugu did not desire to occur to Mal as the boy had not yet reached his second decade. Still he needed to make sure that the boy understood the implications of what he was doing, while Mal seemed to be a rather mature individual he also seemed to have a strange understanding of things.
The Young Girl named Taiga who Kiritsugu had taken a liking to due to her similarity to his first love Shirley had always complained on how Mal would say things so bluntly and stated that he was being mean to her. Mal on his part was only observing the girls behaviour and commenting on it, he never had said anything bad about it though the fact that Mal had never said anything good either may have made it felt that he was seeing her in a negative light.
Still from the notes he had read the concepts and method of execution was vague if one did not understand it, in fact even though Kiritsugu was not a traditional Magus he had a difficult time understanding what Mal had written. That was when Kiritsugu realised that what Mal may be experimenting with may not have had anything to do with Thaumaturgy at all. This would explain a great deal why the association may have placed a Sealing Designation on the boy's mother. Still some of the notes Kiritsugu had read through had to do with the manipulation of shadows and the uses of such. After reading several pages worth of what the boy had written Kiritsugu's decision was now set in stone, he would have to explain to Mal the concept of Thaumaturgy as what the boy seemed to experimenting with was borderline sorcery. The particular notes about infusing Souls to empower physical objects was but one of many notes that Kiritsugu had discovered.
Mal smiled triumphantly as he held his prize in his hand. He had been searching for days to discover and abduct one of these beings without being caught. Luckily one of the theories he had on how to counter spells paid off with him severing this creatures link with it's master. The itself creature was not too large but fitted in the child's hand quite fine but still it resembled a worm something that people would not normally pay attention to.
But Mal was definitely not normal by any stretch of imagination and he smiled a rather merciless smile as his shadow writhed and moved in concert with his thoughts making it appear rather malevolent as it waxed and waned in size while not maintaining any recognisable form or shape. The ground that Mal stood on was barren of life as if all of it had withered away.
"Now I can test this theory" Mal said to himself as he looked at the dead creature in his palm. With a little form of effort Mal felt himself using the magic he had felt his entire short existence. With a no effort of will Mal reanimated the little disgusting creature that began to squirm in his hand. While he had severed its link to its master using that same form of magic he had not bound it to himself, now the creature was just a mindless beast that lack direction. Mal balled his and into a fist destroying the creature he had just recently reanimated it's use of confirming this theory had ended and he had no need of such a disgusting and vile creature anyhow. "Now all I have to do is figure out how to use this on more complex organisms" Mal stated. Perhaps he should try a rat next and then a bigger animal, until finally he would reach Humans and be able to bring them back at will.
Still the only problem with this was that he didn't know if it could be reanimated so quickly if he waited longer after it had expired. Mal inwardly sighed as he realised that he should probably stay were he was for about an hour until he attempted again, perhaps the increase in the damage may help him understand the process more as of right now he was only relying on his feel to grasp the concept. "I guess I could come home a little later." Malekith assumed as he decided to keep on the move, no doubt that whoever this little creature belonged to would no doubt investigate what had happened and he didn't want to be caught and reveal his presence just yet so the boy slunk back into the shadows completely vanishing from view and detection. The remains of the Worm he had just crushed still held firmly within the boys hand, as he departed for a different location to continue his experiment such things he did require knowledge of if he was going to grow any stronger. A Ruler needed to be powerful after all, one without power cannot rule and would only be a joke. Mal had no intention of being the laughing stock of anyone.
Zouken Matou raised his eyebrow. Well the man if you could call him that did not have any hair so he technically didn't raise his eyebrow. But was nonetheless intrigued as one of his Crest worms link to him had been severed. The Worm had not died as the Link had been severed as if someone had deliberately cut him off from his familiar. Zouken then had decided to send some other Crest worms of his to the location to view what had just happened.
Even though the Crest worms had arrived there rather quickly the only thing they had found was that the ground had decayed and that someone had performed some dark type of Magecraft there. The lingering scent of the Magic was not Evil but just as it had been called dark. If this had Zouken's interest before now it had his attention as this was something that the two hundred year old man had not seen and was very intrigued by it.
Deciding that he should maintain a lookout for whoever was responsible for this Zouken smirked to himself. Perhaps if he were to find this person he felt as if he would be one step closer to achieving his dream. As he was quite sure that for a moment that his Crest Worm had been been reanimated as a living being. "Very interesting indeed" the aged monster mused to himself.
Mal arrived at the Emiya residence about three hours later than when he had left, Mal had effectively confirmed that the longer you left the organism dead the hard it became to reanimate it as a living being. Still this was the first step of practical progress that he had made. And the boy felt rather pleased with himself with what he had accomplished during the day, still he was unsure of how Kiritsugu would react to it but he had been effective in reanimating a dead bird as well. Mal had immediately disposed of it like he had done with the worm but this time was so that he could demonstrate what he had been able to do to Kiritsugu.
It was when he entered the residence and saw Kiritsugu looking at him with a serious expression that he knew something was amiss "Malekith" Kiritsugu referred to him using the full name instead of the abbreviation. "We need to talk."
Mal nodded "Understood" he replied in a mature manner. He then held the dead bird out in front of himself and then instructed the man who had adopted him "Watch" he stated in a voice that brooked no argument.
The Dead bird had been badly damaged this time but that was so Mal could demonstrate what he was performing better. No doubt the Kiritsugu's eyes narrowed as Mal poured forth dark energy into the broken form of the bird that convulsed as if in pain. Mal continued to pour more energy into it, willing severed arteries and veins shut, forcing blood to clot and muscles remit. Once this was finished the bird started to breathe once more as it got up and began chirping.
"Impossible" Kiritsugu breathed not believing what he had just witnessed. The man now looked Mal in the eye as he asked "How can you perform the Heaven's Fell the Third True Magic?"
So how did you like it?
By the way Shirou only has a tiny portion of those four winds of Magic so he is not OP...yet. Still I decided it would be a good idea for at least Nagash's wind and Malekith's one to drag some of their Incarnates memories with them. By the Way Shirou will be seeing that of both just Nagash's will be a lot more than Malekith's as he struggled the most. Still though I decided against having him see one of Nagash's memories as that would be too much even by my standards so I settled on a scene from the Sundering were Malekith faced off against his mother. Still I was really, really tempted for him to wake up hearing himself being referred to as Nagash and calling himself that but that name can't be used as an abbreviation as you saw Kiritsugu calls him Mal in public (That is going to be his name in School)
As for the Warhammer sorcery that the boy just performed while he may not have access to all of the memories and powers Shirou/Mal has access to all of the knowledge that Nagash and Malekith possessed meaning that with practice as he had been doing he could reanimate living beings like the Witch King did in book Three of the End times when he had to save/resurrect Imrik. Given the Nasuverse Law on Magic he performed a very bad and perverse form of the Third Magic if you could even call it that. Still it is something the Magus Killer could work with. Also I have no idea who Shirou could be paired with for this fic or which route I should use as a base as I plan to do at least an arc or two before the Grail War begins. By the Way I while Shirou is affected by Nagash's and Malekith's personalities due to a tiny part of them being imbued with the reduced winds of Shyish and Ulgu, Shirou/Mal will still be trying to become a Hero of Justice, just that he will be trying to become a hero of his justice more than anyone else's. Not sure about where to go from here as you can see Moriathi Kiritsugu believes was a Sealing Designate, (Actually I'm not sure if the Mage association would be able to deal with her unless they had a practitioner of true magic aiding them.)'
Still I am unsure whether I should have Shirou go to Clock Tower to learn or just ignore them entirely and deal with any enforcers the mage association sends or Executioners the Church may send. Though I do have an excellent Idea what he could do to a Dead Apostle after he gains more control over the wind of Shyish.
Anyway if there was anything you would like to add please feel free leave a review all feedback is welcome and I would appreciate the help. Please note that constructive criticism is appreciated flaming is not, so unless you have a fic with more than fifty favourites please refrain from being a negative and abusive. Also if you want to comment on any bad grammar feel free to become my Beta otherwise please refrain from mentioning it.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it because I enjoyed writing it
See you later.