Finally back and I'm still alive and kicking guys. I'm so sorry about the delay, I have a couple very good reasons that include College Apps, unfortunately I also have several not so good reasons that house good 'ol video-games.
Poll Outcome - I'd like to thank all of you who voted on what to do about the Bonfire pole. The number of people who wanted a Bonfire out-numbered those that did not. Just know that I will not be having the Ashen One drop like a fly every other fight. He is hands down one of the most dangerous beings currently walking around Remnant, so it'll take a seriously dangerous opponent (Or surprise) to take him down.
Update Shout-Out - Awhile ago I discovered a story in the Naruto/Last Airbender category (A category I've never been to) called Bodyguard of Azula by Deus Swiftblade. It's one of those stories that if you didn't know about The Last Airbender or Naruto, you'd think it was a professional work. Never before have I read a story that took the good guy, put him/her on the enemy team, makes said team seem good, which in turn made me root for the bad-guys and boo most of the good-guys! Seriously, if you're looking for a story that is gripping, funny, and possess plot twists you'll never see coming, then go read this story. (Again, Deus Swiftblade did not ask me to promote his story).
Well, I don't want to delay any longer, so let's get right down to it…
Leaving the tunnels far behind us, our group makes our way through the city to reach a place called "Airfield", as Sir Oobleck called it. Walking along the streets, we pass by many things that called for the Firekeeper and I to take a closer look at as we drew closer. Firstly were the colors I briefly noticed during the battle in the plaza. While Lothric certainly wasn't devoid of color, it was certainly bland in most areas. A notable exception being The Boreal Valley. This place, Vale, wasn't merely colorful, it was literally impossible to find a view where there weren't several flashes of eye-grabbing colors.
Next was the very feeling in the air. For the first time since waking up in the Cemetery of Ash, I can hardly feel any fear or anger in the air around me. Sure, there was a slight sense of foreboding due to the recent breach, but other than that there was merriness, gaiety, and an overall calmness. While I surely wasn't going to drop my guard any time soon, I certainly felt the longing in the back of my mind to stop and savor the new world in its tranquility.
Lastly there were the people, and how many there were. In Lothric, the population consisted of undead horrors with the rare man or women still retaining their sanity. Here, the Firekeeper and I saw hundreds of people walking around calmly, and while we had already seen the people with animal appendages, we now got a closer look as we walked the streets. Ears, tails, eyes, and many other physical characteristics of a animal were found on people that walked around just like those without. Though as I continued to observe, I didn't miss the dirty looks some people sent the animal-people.
Eventually we arrived at a large flat area that had several metal contraptions lifting off into the air and landing without any support above them. These contraptions were called "Bullheads", and their purpose was to ferry people from one place to another. Apparently horses, carriages, and walking weren't a very common method of long distance travel anymore.
Just by looking at the contraption, I could already tell the trip was going to be…interesting. The only experience I had with flight was when the Bat Wing Demons carried me from the High Wall Of Lothric down to the Undead Settlement, or however many times I was knocked over an edge of a high place by something. Unfortunately the latter was rather terrifying at the time, meaning my attention wasn't on the view. The former on the other hand had been a very quick flight and I hadn't been able to fully take in the feeling.
As we approached, the Bullhead started making a loud roaring sound that got more deafening by the second. As we drew near, the side pulled back to reveal a man wearing a dark green full body suit and something on his head that covered his eyes, ears, and had a little prong the extended out in front of his mouth. Stepping closer to us, the man cupped his hands around his mouth so we could hear him, "We'll be taking off as soon as y'all get strapped in!" He said with an accent I've never heard before.
Sir Port gave the man a nod as I stepped up into the hold of the ship and offered a hand to the others. The Firekeeper, Lady Goodwitch, Rose, and Schnee all accepted without hesitation, but Lady Belladonna and Xiao-Long paused ever so slightly before accepting as well. Sir Oobleck and Port gripped my hand firmly and hoisted themselves up to stand beside me as the women sat down in the five available seats.
Seeing Sir Port and Sir Oobleck reach up and hold onto one of several cloth loops along the ceiling, I reached out and grabbed one, finding that they provided adequate enough support to keep oneself on their feet. Suddenly hearing a garbled noise, I look up at to find a strange box with a circular mesh covering on the front right as a voice come out of it, "Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking and I hope your day has been as exciting as everything seems to be going. Our flight today with be a short one, so we will unfortunately will not be handing out the complimentary peanuts. So buckle in or brace your feet because we'll be going full throttle. Have a good day!"
I raised an unseen eyebrow under my helmet at the strange contraption that somehow projected the pilot's voice. While I may understand the words that were spoken, that doesn't mean I understood them. I then shrugged, any questions can be answered later. Just as I finished that thought, the Bullhead's roaring reached its apex, causing the entire metal beast to slowly lift into the air. Within twenty seconds, the sides of the Bullhead closed as we neared a hundred or so feet before speeding off.
"Where is it thy are taking us?" I turned to listen in on the question the Firekeeper asked Lady Goodwitch, "All thy has told us it that a man named Ozpin wishes to speak to Milord and I. Who is this man? What status doth he posses?"
Lady Goodwitch fixed her glasses before speaking, "Ozpin is the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. A school that teaches the next generation of Hunters and Huntresses to combat the creatures of Grimm."
The Firekeeper nodded, "Is that what thee and thy companions are, Hunters?"
Sir Oobleck coughed into his hand, "Quite right! Hunters and Huntresses have protected the Kingdoms and outer villages since the discovery of Dust, or at least as far back as things were recorded."
"How far back doth thy Kingdom's recorded history go back?" The Firekeeper asked.
The historian rubbed his temples, as if he were plagued by a headache before speaking with a sigh, "Unfortunately not very far, only about fifteen-hundred or so. The early history of Remnant has been long forgotten, with recollections being passed down in the form of myths and legends. As a result, exact dates, events, and people are hard to separate from fact and fiction."
He took a quick drink from his, whatever is was, before continuing, "To put it into perspective, the only thing remaining from your time, whenever that was, are an extremely small handful of underground ruins. The shrine you showed us is the first time anything recorded was discovered, even if most of it was in pictograph form."
The Firekeeper nodded her head, "Yes, I expect Master Andre carved the stone with specific instruction from Irina to not write too much out."
"Why wouldn't he write it all out? Wouldn't it of been more detailed if this Andre had done so?" Lady Schnee asked.
The Firekeeper nodded her head, "Yes, it would have been, and I expect that's exactly what they were trying to avoid."
Before any more questions could be asked, the strange box started making that garbled noise again, "We'll be landing at Beacon in ten seconds, prepare to disembark."
As soon as the pilot finished speaking I gripped the cloth ring firmly and braced my knees, expecting the landing between the metal beast and ground to be jarring. Not five seconds later, I was pleasantly surprised to find the impact to be nothing more than a small bump. Truly the technological marvels of this age far exceeded whatever I knew, where the most advanced mechanical creation was probably the stone elevator.
Dropping to the ground, I helped the others down before we started walking towards a beautifully constructed castle like structure in the distance. On either side of us were large pools of water that had several fountains spread out evenly. Towering over us were two rows of arches made of white stone. The first and taller wall ran around the perimeter of the water with breaks in the North, East, South, and West of about a hundred feet or so. The second row that ran inside the first was built through the water on small walkways, and were an exact copy of its counterpart, but only about half the size.
Straight ahead to the North was the castle, and while its size paled in comparison to Lothric Castle, it was many times more serene. Built out of the same white stone as the arches, the castle stood tall, proudly displaying numerous glass windows, large wood doors, colorful banners with the words Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, Atlas, and Vytle Festival in big, script. The area in front of the main door was situated around a large stone statue of two Hunters standing on a stone crushing one of the Lycanthropes. Though the most notable thing was the tower soaring over the rest of the academy, casting an ethereal glow from the top, as if it housed several large fireflies.
Life encompassed the academy, whether it was students reading books in various places, others training together on large open spaces or complicated arena like areas, or just sitting around laughing with their friends. It was peaceful. The birds chirped, the sun shone, white puffy clouds dotted the sky, a slight breeze flitted comfortably over the grounds. Yes, truly peaceful, and if I were to be honest with myself, I wasn't sure what I'd do with it. I wasn't bothered by that fact, but my entire existence revolved around combat, blood, and death, with the barest handful of rests between battle. I let out a inaudible 'hm', I'm going to have to think about this later. Turning my attention back to where we were heading, I saw we'd reached one of large wooden doors that led into the academy.
As we stepped inside, Sir Oobleck and Port excused themselves, the former saying he had to start writing about what was discovered while the latter said he had work to do, though I happen to hear him muttering about someone named Edgar and a hole as he walked away. Shrugging, I turned away from the departing professors and quickened my strides to catch back up to the Firekeeper's side.
As I drew level, the Firekeeper looked at me with that ever-so slight smile that always seemed to grace her lips, "Never before have I felt so at peace." I nodded my head in agreement as she then looked at Lady Goodwitch, "Tiss a wondrous academy thy Headmaster runs."
The sorceress bowed her head in thanks as we approach a door that opened down the middle to reveal a small six and a half foot wide by five and a half foot deep room with nothing in it.
Before I could investigate further, Lady Goodwitch motioned the Firekeeper and I inside before stepping in herself. She then reaches over to a row of small inch diameter circles while talking to Lady Rose, "Due to how many people we have here, I'll take our guests up first. Follow behind as soon as you and your team are able Ms. Rose."
With a nod, Lady Rose motioned her team over to some chairs as the door slid shut with a small ding before I felt a downward force pull slightly on me. Now realizing I was in an elevator, I glanced over at the row of buttons and saw that each was marked with a character that ranged from B to 20, signifying that elevators can now have more than one stop. Shrugging slightly, I waited as the elevator rose higher and higher before coming to a smooth stop with a ding.
When the doors parted, they revealed an open circular room lined with windows that had rays of golden sunlight filtering through them from the setting sun. Looking up, I saw large gears in the ceiling behind glass and above those were the lights that gave off the ethereal glow I saw from the courtyard. Taking all this in at a glance, I returned my focus to the man I assumed to be Sir Ozpin standing at one of the windows, looking down upon the students as they trained all the while sipping from a white mug. Turning as the ding signaled our arrival, I saw Sir Ozpin was a man with white hair who stood about six and half feet tall that hid his age extremely well. He wore a black suit with a green undershirt, scarf, and a pair of wiry spectacles on his nose.
Stepping around his desk, Ozpin held out his hand with a small smile on his face, "Hello, I'm Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy. You must be the two Ms. Goodwitch messaged ahead about."
I accepted the Headmaster's hand while the Firekeeper bowed her head and curtsied, "Milord and I thank thee for taking the time to converse with us. I hope we are not causing thee any inconvenience."
Sir Ozpin shook his head, "None whatsoever, I finished all my paper work before you got here." He then walked back behind his desk while motioning to the chairs in front of it, "Please, have a seat so we can figure out exactly what to do about this situation." The Firekeeper accepted the offer while I chose to remain standing behind her in the event of danger. Before Sir Ozpin could continue, the elevator dinged again, admitting Team RWBY who listened quietly in the background.
Not seeming to be perturbed by my refusal of the chair or the interruption, Sir Ozpin took another sip out of his mug, "Before we get to questions, allow me to summarize what I've been told as to make sure I have the whole picture."
The Firekeeper nodded her head, "Very well."
"You appeared from the breached tunnels and aided us in protecting civilians from the Grimm, and then proceeded to communicate with Professor Oobleck using a nearly unknown dialect. Is that correct?" Ozpin asked. Receiving a nod, he continued, "You then led Ms. Goodwitch, Oobleck, Port, and Team RWBY underground where you killed a White Fang member and somehow, right then, learned our language. Afterwards you arrived at an ancient shrine that Oobleck confirmed to be authentic." Knowing he didn't leave anything out, Sir Ozpin leaned forward on his cane and stared intently, not at the Firekeeper, but at me, "What is it you intend to do?"
Knowing the Headmaster wasn't talking to her anymore, the Firekeeper turned slightly in her seat to see how I would respond. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lady Goodwitch listen closely, wanting to hear my intentions for herself. Turning my attention back to the man in front of me, I saw that he was sitting calmly, but his amber eyes seemed to pierce the shadows cast by my helmet and bore into mine, searching for anything that will hint at who I am.
After a few seconds…I shrug, earning an annoyed huff from Lady Goodwitch and a few snickers from Lady Ruby and Xiao-Long. Sir Ozpin seemed to find my actions slightly droll as well, if the slight tug on the corner of his lips were any indication. He then leaned back into his chair, letting his amusement twinkle ever-so slightly in his eyes, "You don't know?" I shook my head, making him looked down at the gears and cogs in his desk in thought. A few moments later, he tapped his cane against the floor a bit before sitting back up, "Well, is it alright with you if we ask a few questions before we retire for the night?"
"Um, Headmaster, Mr. Ash?" I raised an eyebrow at the name I was given as everyone turned to look at the source of the interjection and found Lady Rose looking rather embarrassed.
Turning fully towards her, Sir Ozpin raised an eyebrow, "Yes Ms. Rose?"
The little reaper looked up hopefully, "Is it okay if the Firekeeper finishes telling us about miracles and why her friends didn't carve out a detailed story?"
The Firekeeper smiled at the young Rose, "From what I have observed, this is something whither the knowledge of this age and our own differ." She said. "Where a tale is just a story to thee, it is a source of power to us."
Lady Belladonna raised an eyebrow, "Do you mean as in a 'knowledge is power' sort of way or…" She let the sentence trail, waiting for an answer.
"Nothing of the sort," the Firekeeper said, "miracles are a great source of power, whether it is to heal the injured or use the very power of the gods and throw a bolt of lighting at an aggressor."
Lady Xiao-Long looked confused, intrigued, but confused, "What do stories and having the ability to throw lighting have to do with each other?"
The Firekeeper turned to look at me, "May I borrow thy chime Milord?" I nod my head and place the Cleric Chime in her outstretched hand so she could show the others, "The greatest miracle users were the best storytellers in the land, and were often blind." She said, looking down at the instrument in her hands, "By using a chime such as this one, the user would recite a short prayer connected to a certain story, and receive power in return for their devotion."
Lady Schnee looked confused, "I still don't get it. Is this ability passed down a family bloodline like a semblance, and why do the amount of details in the story matter?"
The Firekeeper shook her head, "While I do not know what these semblances are, the ability to use miracles could have be done by anyone from our time. As for why Master Andre and Lady Irina left the story vague, I believeth it twas to keep a new miracle from being created." She then turned to Lady Goodwitch, "Thou saw Milord blast away the rubble in the tunnels correct? Or how he mended his shattered bones when Lady Xiao-Long knocked him into the wall?"
Said brawler chuckled nervously while scratching the back of her head, "Yeaaah, sorry 'bout that."
Lady Goodwitch sighed before nodding, "Yes, at first I though healing was his semblance, but when I saw him blast away the rock and manipulate fire, I had to reevaluate everything I thought about you two."
"I assure thee that the blast was nothing more than a miracle called Emit Force, while the Fire Whip was a pyromancy, another form of magic." The Firekeeper said before turning back to Lady Rose, "But to help thee all understand, realize that miracles are stories. The more wondrous the tale is, the more powerful the miracle will be."
"During Irina's time at Firelink, she told me of many miracles. Emit Force was a tale about a stalwart paladin holding a wall against a small invasion force. On the other hand, the Great Heal miracle was a tale about a doctor who cured a plague that had infected an entire country. He had traveled from a far away place, fully knowing his destination held great chance of his death, but he didn't care. Doth thee know why?" Getting no answer from the children in return, the Firekeeper continued, "He didn't care because he knew there were people who were suffering, and that he could help them. In the end, he did cure the illness, saving tens of thousands, but at the cost of an agonizing death to the same illness he sought to cure."
The entire time the Firekeeper had been talking, Sir Ozpin had been listening quietly up until now, "If I understand correctly, the more awe-inspiring the act, the more powerful the miracle will be. Is that why your companions carved out enough details to leave a idea of what happened, but not enough to form a coherent story?"
The Firekeeper nodded her head, "Yes, while I will not share what Milord did, know that the power a miracle would give someone could possibly be world ending."
Lady Rose's eye's went all sparkly as her mouth fell wide open in shock (Along with the rest of her team), "What did you do?! I bet you saved the world from evil, and fought back the darkness, and rescued people in danger, and-!" I emotionlessly shake my head in the middle of her exposition, causing her visions of heroism and grandeur to fade.
Before she could ask any more questions, Sir Ozpin stepped out from behind his desk and bowed his head to the Firekeeper and I, "I thank you for answering our questions and I'm sure we'll have more at a later date. Unfortunately it's getting late and we have classes to either attend or teach tomorrow." He then turned to Team RWBY, "You girls should head back to your dorm and get some sleep while Ms. Goodwitch and I find a room for our guests."
Nodding their heads, the young maidens bid goodnight and shuffle into the elevator. As the door closed, the Headmaster sat back down with a sigh and pulled out a white rectangle with a yellow diamond on the front. Pulling it apart, a clear piece of glass extended with the shell and lit up, showing a spinning painting of Beacon's logo.
Seeing the odd moving painting, the Firekeeper tilted her head to the side, "What is yonder device?"
Looking up from whatever he was doing, Sir Ozpin turned the device enough for us to see that the glass now had charts and words on it. Using his finger to move the painting, the Headmaster then pointed to an empty box by a number, "This device is called a scroll and it allows us to do a myriad of things. Right now I'm using it to find an empty room so you two have a place to rest."
The Firekeeper leaned forward before cautiously using her finger to move the painting up and down, "Tiss wondrous," she said quietly, "I truly have no other words that can describe the technologies thy world possesses."
"If I were to hazard a guess, " Lady Goodwitch said as she shifted her footing, "I'd say your time-period never got past the Dark Ages."
Both the Firekeeper and I tilted out head to the side, "Dark Ages?" The Firekeeper said, testing the term on her tongue," I doth not understand thee, why would our time be called that? We had light, for thee cannot have darkness without it."
Sir Ozpin chuckled, "Dark Ages is merely the term we use to describe a time-period when Remnant had little technological innovation, if any, outside metal weapons. It has nothing to do with actual darkness." The Firekeeper nodded her head in understanding before the Headmaster returned his attention to the scroll, "Getting back to the matter at hand, we will have more questions another time, but until then, Ms. Goodwitch will take you to your room so the two of you can get some rest." Sir Ozpin said while nodding at Lady Goodwitch.
I was about to wave the offer away, not wanting to take up space someone else could use when the Firekeeper and I wouldn't even have use of the beds. But before I could, the Firekeeper bowed her head graciously, "We thank thee for thy hospitality milord, we will see thee on the morrow."
With that, I pressed my right fist against my heart and bowed my head to the Headmaster and followed the Firekeeper and Lady Goodwitch into the elevator. Riding down in silence, the doors parted to show an empty hallway with the lights faded to signify the turn of night.
Stepping back outside, Lady Goodwitch began leading us toward a large three story building, explaining as we walked, "Due to how close we are to the Vytal Festival, all the guest rooms, both student and teacher, are currently occupied. Unfortunately that means the only available rooms as of right now are some vacant student dorms. I hope that will be acceptable until we can get another teacher dorm set up."
The Firekeeper shook her head with a smile, "Think nothing of it Lady Goodwitch, I assure thee that any accommodations will be notably more comfortable than kneeling on an ashen floor for eons."
The sorceress shook her head as she led us into the building, "I still can't believe that the two of you are from a bygone age." She then stopped in front of a door and turned to face us, "Anyway, like I said, the two of you will be staying here for the for a few days until we can get a teacher room set up." She then took out another scroll, "This will allow you to open the door to your room," she waved it by the lock, making a small click sound, "among other things, but someone will teach you those functions later. So until then just keep it on you to open your room."
The Firekeeper curtsied as I bowed, "Again, we thank thee for thy hospitality and hope to converse with thee come the morning."
Lady Goodwitch tiredly bowed her head as well, "Yes, we'll see you tomorrow. Though please, let the Headmaster or I know if there are any problems concerning something you need or a something concerning a student or member of our staff before taking it upon yourself to fix it. It will save me a headache if you do."
I nodded my head as the Firekeeper gave a small smile, "I assure thee, we do not go looking for trouble. If we have any problems, I will be sure to let thee know." With a final bow, the Firekeeper and I bid goodnight to Lady Goodwitch before walking into our room for the night and closing the door.
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Sitting upon one of the beds, the Firekeeper looked up at me as I remained standing by the door, "What doth thou think of this new age Milord?"
I knew she wasn't referring to the technological marvels we'd seen, nor the animal-people we'd witnessed. She was asking of the world itself. Of the tranquility that covered its surface, hiding the darkness we knew lurked underneath. Stepping towards the bed across from hers, I unbuckled my sword and sat back against the side of the bed and rested the sheath against my shoulder in thought. It was a paradise when compared to Lothric. Though because of that, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I had no quest to complete. No otherworldly feeling pulling me towards my next task. No purpose, and because of that…I felt truly at peace.
Nodding my head, the Firekeeper understood. She always did, no matter what path I chose, she understood. Even when I asked her to forsake her duty as the Firekeeper and help me end the Age Of Fire, she understood the reasons I had come to find. My first death at the hands of Lothric Knight patrolling the High Wall had been terrifying. Feeling a blade cut through my armor and then drive itself into my heart was unlike anything I had felt before (Though to be far, I didn't remember anything from before waking up in the Cemetery of Ash). But nothing could have prepared me for the grasp of the abyss, its darkness, the complete and utter bleak darkness.
Though before the abyss could take me, fire embraced my dying soul like a comforting mother and brought me back. It always brought me back. When my eyes reopened, back at the bonfire upon the High Wall, I was confused, so confused I sat at the bonfire and reappeared back at Firelink only to fall to my knees at the Firekeeper's feet. I hadn't understood what happened. I had died, I had felt cold steel pierce my flesh, felt strength fade from my limbs, and then, I passed.
Instead of ignoring my pitiful form, instead of continuing on as she always had, I felt the two hands rest themselves upon my shoulders. Weakly looking up, I saw the Firekeeper kneeling before me with an understanding smile, "Hold no shame Milord," she said softly to me, "there is no fault in fearing the abyss."
I just bowed my head before rolling over to lay upon the steps and stared at the ceiling. Hearing movement, I turned my head enough to see the Firekeeper sit next to me, "Paladin Hermóðr stood bravely upon the High Wall, stalwart and fierce, ready to face foe with hammer and shield." I stared, unsure of what the Firekeeper was doing, "His allies not heeding his call, believing they'd perish, ran. Fear thriving thickly in the air." I continued to stare, listening as the Firekeeper told me her tale as she stared into the bonfire, "As the foes clashed against the High Wall like an ocean upon a cliff, the song of hammer and steel rang out upon the land. Again and again the song of Paladin Hermóðr sounded…until it fell silent. Looking out upon the High Wall, onlookers found not one flicker of life. Not of foe, nor of Paladin Hermóðr."
Falling silent, the Firekeeper didn't say a word more, and it was then that I realized the fear inside my breast had calmed. I too turned to stare into the bonfire, the source of my salvation, my damnation.
This world, they knew nothing of bonfires, nothing of undead, unkindled, miracles, pyromancies, sorceress. They did not know death, not as our age did, and for that, I took comfort. Looking out the window, I saw the moons comforting glow cast light over the forest. Standing up, I hooked my sword back onto my hip and looked down at the Firekeeper as she looked out the window in thought.
"Go Milord." She said before I could move a single step towards her, "Go and do as thee wish, I shall remain here and think upon this world to find my own answers." I looked at the door, now unsure. I had thought she would want to go see our surroundings, but apparently she did not wish to, and I did not want to leave her alone. "I shall be safe here Milord, no soul but those we have met know of our presence."
Nodding after a few seconds, I placed the scroll into a small pouch on my hip and walked out the door. Looking left and right, I saw a picture of a man walking up stairs and made my way towards them. Stepping out onto the roof, I walked to the edge and looked out upon the moonlit forest, the glowing city of Vale in the distance. Closing my eyes, I reach up and placed my hands on either side of my helmet, lifting it off. Tilting my head back, I kept my eyes closed as my senses reached out. I felt the cool breeze caress my cheeks, I heard Remnant's nightlife chirp, dance, and sing, I tasted the vibrancy of the air, its life. Opening my eyes, they widened upon seeing what was before them. Above all the tranquility, all the life, hung a heart-wrenching sight. Standing framed by its majesty, fiery eyes stared upon a shattered moon.
Alright, I took WAY too long to get this chapter out. I really am sorry about that guys, just know that if I don't upload for awhile, my stories ARE NOT CANCELED! I love them to much to just up and leave without a good reason. If I have to cancel them in the unforeseeable future (Knocking on wood it doesn't happen), I will let you guys know.
I'm sorry that I broke my upload silence with this boring chapter, it wasn't my intention :( Unfortunately this is just the way things turned out. Hopefully it wasn't as boring as I though it was.
Thank-you all for reading, I'd absolutely love it if you guys leave a review with any questions, comments, scene ideas, or just a hello.
With that, I'll see you guys and gals next time…
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