Five years.

It had been five years since he had been truly enraged. Five years since the battle with All For One that had nearly cost him his life and his career.

Five years since he had nearly killed the man that had murdered his mentor.

He had felt anger in that time, true. He was always angered by the lengths a villain would go to, especially to get to him. But he had not felt that white hot, all encompassing, vision-blinding rage that he'd felt all those years ago.

Until he stepped into the USJ.

As the dust settled around his entrance, and as he loosened the tie around his neck, he surveyed the surroundings. Young Ashido was knelt beside the shattered form of Thirteen, sobbing in relief at his arrival. The back of his colleagues' suit had been blown to pieces, but she still summoned the strength to look at him as he walked forward. Even through the helmet of her suit, he could see the tension and hope in her.

Then his attention was drawn to Aizawa, prone on the ground, bleeding profusely from a wound to the head, eyes were closed, and both his arms were broken and twisted mangles at his side. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of Young Midoriya. Young Uraraka by his side, knelt by his prone and broken form. The scars of battle littered his figure, his left arm broken, and his left leg hanging at an odd angle, but he was still conscious, and the blazing determination in his eyes left All Might's heart swelling with pride.

His pupil had changed. He could see it. Gone was the cowardly weakling with a hero's heart, and there sat a warrior, tried and tested by rigors of combat. He smiled, and the boy smiled back, before panic filled his gaze,

"All Might!" he cried, pointing with his good hand, "You need to go now, Percy's hurt, badly. And I don't think he can last much longer."

That had been when he finally looked down upon the war zone below. It was as if a hurricane had swept across the facility.

Knowing Young Percy, there was a very real possibility one had.

He gazed down, spying the combatants by the lake, and cold fear washed over him.

There, on the ground, pinned beneath a large black and purple beast, was Young Percy. Prone. Unmoving.

And missing an arm.

His vision clouded; a red-haze overcoming him as his body trembled and shook with an unadulterated fury.

How dare they, how dare they hurt his students. How dare these cowards hurt them, when they meant to get to him. He moved, reaching speeds he hadn't been able to use in years, blasting the beast away with a powerful kick.

He trembled at what he saw.

Young Percy's back was twisted and mangled. His spine surely broken. His right leg was horribly disfigured, his face battered, bleeding, and already turning purple.

And then the bloody stump where his arm should have been.

"No," he heard himself say, "What have they done to you my boy,"

How hard did you have to fight? How much of yourself did you have to sacrifice because I wasn't here to protect you? How far did you have to push yourself to protect your classmates?

He gently wrapped the man up in his arms, and felt for a pulse. His heart soared in relief as he felt the slow beat in his neck. There was still hope. There was another burst of speed, as he appeared in the shallow waters of the lake. His memory taking him back to the emaciated and haunted young man they had met at U.A. not that long ago, and knowing what to do with him in order to hopefully save his life.

He remembered the pride and hope that had shone on his face when he had been given a new chance at life. The sheer unbreakable show of will he had displayed as he brought his classmates under his wing, and tutored and guided them.

All while trying to heal his own broken heart.

"I'm so sorry my boy," he said, gently placing him in the water, and walking him into the deeper depths of the lake. "You fought so hard to buy enough time for me to arrive. Yet, I wasn't fast enough. I will not let your sacrifices be in vain."

He turned, his eyes catching sight of the pale-skinned man still pinned to the ground by twin spears of ice. Young Percy's efforts no doubt.

He would be of no consequence then, and he turned to the behemoth that had hurt his student.

It had been five years, three months, and six days, since he had last been enraged.

Until today.

"CAROLINA SMASH!"

BREAK

A nightmare. She was in a nightmare, there was no other way to describe what she was witnessing. She'd been late arriving to the scene. The rest of the staff had already gotten there and subdued the rest of the villains by the time she finally managed to get through the rush-hour traffic. What she had walked in to when she crossed the threshold, was something out of a movie.

Over one-hundred villains in total had been apprehended. Most were common low-lives. The type of back-alley thug looking to make a quick buck with a powerful quirk. But there had clearly been some power players there. The type of damage-craters in the floor, trees uprooted, a hole in the dome itself-spoke to some very intense fighting.

Of the twenty-one students all but two had remained uninjured. One Midoriya Izuku, had a broken arm and a broken leg. Apparently, he had tried to hold off a powerful villain in order to allow two of his classmates to escape to safety with the injured Eraserhead. The kid would probably go far with an attitude like that.

Then there was Percy.

They'd found his arm, missing its hand, floating in the water after the fighting.

His arm.

He'd lost an arm. Fighting villains. Protecting his classmates. Fighting until the damn bitter end. She swallowed thickly, and not for the first time since arriving, Mandalay had to push back the bile that threatened to work its way up her throat. If the situation hadn't been so damn terrible, she would have laughed. Of course, it would take a damn villain attack to make that thick-headed, kind-hearted, knucklehead to realize that he cared for his classmates. Now they just had to make sure he recovered well enough to enjoy his newfound personal liberation.

She kept having to remind herself that he was still alive. Divers had gone into the lake already to check his vitals. Apparently, All Might had arrived just in time. By getting him into the water when he had, he had likely saved Percy's life.

Once they fished him out of the lake of course. Apparently, they hadn't wanted to risk moving him and upsetting his injuries any worse until they had an effective way to transport him. Which she had been assured had been figured out, and would be happening soon. She had also been told that Power Loader was already back on campus, working with Recovery Girl and several support students, to craft a special tank for him to recover in.

Unfortunately, due to the damage to his arm, there was no way to reattach the lost limb. She watched absently, as a group of medics rolled up to the edge of the lake. She hadn't left the spot since she'd arrived nearly an hour and a half ago. They rolled a large clear crate, 3 meters long, and one meter wide, attached to a gurney, up to the edge of the lake. Selkie, a rescue hero with the head and body of a spotted seal, and one of his sidekicks, a blue-haired girl with finlike sonars attached to her ears, and an underwater breathing apparatus attached to her face, waded into the water with the gurney.

The aquatic based heroes had been asked to come in, as Percy had sunk to the deepest portion of the lake, and Selkie was the only hero nearby who was strong enough to move the box underwater, and breathe underwater to perform the operation. From what she figured, the plan was to fill the box with water, and carefully transfer Percy in, as he was evacuated for surgery. As the aquatic duo sunk deeper into the depths of the water, she mentally prepared herself for what was going to come out. She wasn't sure she was ready, or even willing to see the kind of shape he was in.

According to the first dive team that had gone in, his back, ribs, and one leg, had all been broken. It also appeared that he had fractures along the base of his skull, and his left shoulder had been dislocated.

That had just been the preliminary report too. She was afraid to hear what they found when they opened him up for surgery. She knew that he had rather astounding healing capabilities. She had seen herself how, just how sipping from a water bottle, three, three-centimeter long slashes in his cheek had been healed in a matter of minutes. But even with his healing abilities, and Recovery Girl's almost divine quirk, it would be a minor miracle if he fully recovered.

Her phone dinged, it was Ragdoll. Once she'd been told that Percy would live through the day, she had immediately called the rest of the Cats. They had immediately dropped what they were doing, and promised to be on the next train back. The message from Ragdoll was telling her that they had just boarded the train, and would be back in the city in a few hours. She also asked for an update on their student. She responded, telling them the recovery process was underway, and she'd keep them informed as things progressed.

She sighed, hugging her arms across her body.

Somebody came up next to her, "How're you holding up?" Midnight asked, following her lead as they stared out at the water.

Mandalay let out a noise that was equal parts laugh, and equal part sob. "Well, the only student I've ever had, and my friend: lost an arm, broke his back, and very nearly died; all because he was stupid enough to pick a fight with something made to kill All Might."

Midnight nodded, "Present Mic rode with Midoriya on their way back to school, wanted to hear first-hand what happened. I guess one of the villains-Shigaraki I believe he called himself-had a eradication type quirk. Whatever he touched disintegrated. He was trying to kill one of the students, and Percy managed to his arm in the way in time."

Mandalay didn't respond. She'd heard the story herself. "Yeah, and then the idiot decided to fight an All Might killer with one arm and broken ribs." she hissed. She didn't mean it. She was just too stressed and frustrated to be anything but bitter at the moment. Part of her was screaming that she should have been there. Should have been there to help and fight beside Percy. She had been offered the opportunity to be a part of the exercises, but had declined. With the rest of the Cat's out of town, someone needed to be home with Kota.

And seeing the results of the fighting, she honestly didn't know if she would have been anything other than a hindrance.

She was proud of her abilities to be sure. She was a strong fighter in her own right, but she didn't have any kind of enhanced strength or durability. She would have been as good against the monster that did this, as Aizawa had been.

Their conversation couldn't continue as there was a slight rippling in the water, as Selkie, and the girl-she believed her name was Sirius-surfaced from the water. They were moving slowly, taking careful and deliberately measured steps so as not to overly jostle or bang the cargo in the case.

She didn't get a good look at the damage until he was out of the water.

She wished she hadn't.

The water obscured things somewhat, but she still saw clearly the damage. He was lying face up, and his shirt and combat armor had been removed at some point so the damage could be assessed. His chest was purple and bruised. His torso, contorted in an odd way that spoke to the obvious damage that had been done to his back. One eye was swollen shut, and another cheek looked to have been crushed. His right leg was twisted, and Mandalay almost vomited when she saw the white sheen of bone poking through the skin.

Then there was his missing arm.

Where his right arm should have been, was gnarled and twisted nob, just under the shoulder. She wasn't sure how his miraculous healing worked, but clearly whatever drove the water to heal him had identified the blood pooling from his arm as dangerous, as the damage there had been dealt with first. The skin had already been reconstructed somewhat, scarring around the point of loss.

She felt sick. She felt weak. She felt angry.

She didn't say anything. What could she? So she just followed the two rescue heroes, as the malformed hero in training was handed off to the medical personnel. She followed, one hand on his container, as they exited the building. She had already informed the paramedics, in no uncertain terms, that she would be riding with them back to the school. Even if he wasn't awake, she wasn't going to leave Percy alone.

She knew that her fellow Cat's were going to share the sentiment. Ragdoll had already impressed upon them in their group text, that they would be scheduling a rotating shift of who would be with him. Ensuring that when he woke up, at least one of them would be there with him.

The procession had barely made it out the doors to the facility, before they were met with the mob. Not literally, as the police barricades, and scattering of local heroes ensured that nobody, was getting close to the facility. But the mass of reporters, and news stations, ranging from local to international, had gathered as close as they could to try and get a glimpse of what was happening.

Her stomach clenched tightly again, thinking about the other series of messages that she had left unanswered in her phone.

Rumi had been working a job on the other side of the city until a little more than an hour ago. Something to do with some new villain trying make a name for herself, and had been unable to answer the hail. But she had clearly seen the news. She had been asking about Percy's status, and Mandalay knew her silence would be answer enough for the woman. Especially since she was legally not allowed to tell her friend anything.

As much as it pained her.

She turned her attention back towards the mob.

The fact that there had been paramedics on site for the better part of an hour had only heightened the growing rumors that someone, potentially one of the students, had been injured in the attack.

The flashes from the camera's bothered her sensitive iris', so she kept her gaze firmly on Percy's battered face, watching his chest rise and fall ever so slightly. A small reassurance that he was still alive. That he was still fighting.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep her feet steady, as they carefully loaded her student, and her friend, into the back of the waiting ambulance.

BREAK

He woke to the sounds of seagulls. Their loud obnoxious cries loud enough to wake even the dead, as the salty-scent of the sea assaulted his nostrils. He blinked, as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was in a bed, a very comfortable, very familiar bed. Looking at a very familiar ceiling. Slowly, he rose, his legs feeling unsteady as he sat up in the bed that had been his since he was a child. His gaze swept around the familiar landscape of the room. It was eerily familiar, but he hadn't been there in years.

How were his kids?

How did he get here?

Had it all been a dream?

Or was he dead?

He looked down, seeing only one arm attached to his torso. Not a dream then, maybe? So he was probably dead? He couldn't remember if injuries were carried over into the afterlife. And was there even an afterlife? With no Hades left to rule the dead, who was doing the job? Was this what his Elysium was meant to be? The house in Montauk? That was a distinct probability. For as long as he could remember, the getaway had been his happy place, his only escape from the horror show that had been his childhood. He stood up, his legs feeling slightly unsteady as his heart hammered in his chest.

Funny, he hadn't expected those kinds of sensations to follow him.

He padded through the familiar hallways, looking in rooms, and checking closets. The building was empty, though there were dishes in the sink, and the building indeed showed signs of inhabitance.

His instincts were telling him to follow the call of the sea. So, he exited the cabin. The beach was exactly as he had always remembered it. Calm, beautiful, and enchanting. His legs carried him down the small staircase that fed directly onto the beachhead, and his attention was drawn to a figure, standing in the shallows a few yards away.

An achingly, painfully, and beautifully familiar figure.

She was older than he'd remembered. Her long blonde hair, still forever descending down past her shoulders in the princess-curls she'd had since they were kids. The tanned skin of her arms glistening, as sea spray softly smacked against her arms, and reflected in the sunlight.

His legs shook, his heart thudded, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he was barreling towards the figure he'd thought was lost to him.

His legs churning, his lungs burning, and the sand curling between his toes. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him,

"ANNABETH"

He cried out, drawing her attention. She turned, and his mouth went dry. The piercing gray eyes he'd been seeing in his dreams for months boring into his, a beautiful smile, on her face. She slowly walked towards him, even as he continued his sprint, he was within feet of her. His arm stretching out as he prepared to embrace her,

'WHAM' only to be knocked into the sand, as a fist collided with his nose.

"Gah!" he choked, as he fell, clutching the broken organ as he sat up. "Zeus' salty balls, Wise Girl. What the fuck was that for?" he demanded. Wincing up at her, as her tall slender form loomed over him.

"Two hundred years later and you're still a seaweed brain." she snarked, glaring down at him.

"Good to see you too babe." He grumbled, and made to stand up, only for her hand to jut out, and push him back on his ass,

"What the hell?" he asked, annoyed, he had only been dead for a few minutes and they had already fallen back into their routine. If his nose hadn't been broken, he would have smiled.

"Percy, I love you, but please just shut up and listen. I had to call in a lot of favors to make this happen, and we don't have a lot of time." she said,

"What does that mean?" he asked, confused. He was dead right? That's why he was here, they should have all the time in the world.

"Because, kelp head, in spite of your best efforts, you're not dead." she said simply, a soft and melancholic smile creeping onto her lips. In spite of the pain, he couldn't help but smile back. He had gone too long without seeing that smile.

Then her words hit him, "Wait, what?" he asked, and then realization hit him, "That thing didn't kill me?"

She snorted, "Nope, that Superman wannabe showed up just in time to dump you in the water."

"Then…how am I here, how are YOU here? If this isn't Elysium, then where even is here?" he asked, questions slipping from his lips faster than he could think.

Annabeth shrugged, shifting slightly as she crouched down to sit in the sand in front of him. "It pays to have the son of the king of hell on speed dial, and having a cousin with an in with the Valkyries helps too." she said easily. "As for where we are…" She shrugged, "Don't really know, I'd call it The Fields, but that's…complicated and we don't really have the time to go into it. And as far as you're concerned, like I said, I called in some favors to have your soul brought here." Her eyebrows rose in that way they did when she was about to lecture him, "We need to talk, hon."

He tried to set aside the cold reality that he wasn't in fact dead, and that he really wasn't about to finally have the peace he'd been longing for. He started as that particular bout of personal introspection hit him.

Annabeth nodded, as though she could read his mind. Seeing as she knew him better than he did, she may as well could have, "That's exactly what we need to talk about." She flicked him on the forehead. "You've been a bigger idiot than usual Seaweed Brain." she said fondly,

"What?" he spluttered,

She scoffed, "Oh please, you know exactly what I'm talking about. All that macho-man," her voice adopted a mock and satirically masculine tone, "I can't have friends because it's a betrayal of everyone I lost, bullshit." she said, "You've been isolating yourself, blaming yourself for things beyond your control, and killing yourself inside. Percy," she sighed and ran a hand through her hair,

"Stop blaming yourself for what happened."

"How can I not?" he exploded, frustration coming to the surface, coming to a near boiling point. As startling as it was for him to realize that he actually had been Ok dying, the fact that he wasn't, and that he couldn't be reunited with those he'd lost was pushing over the brink.

"It was my fault! I fell for the trap! I allowed myself to be sent here! I lost mom, Grover, you, everyone else, because I walked right into Kronos' hands!"

She flicked him again, "Stop being stupid," she insisted, "Percy, you had two gods, from two different Pantheons telling you to take the quest. You really think either of them knew what was going on? Kronos tricked everyone, not just you! So stop being so damn thickheaded, and realize that like it or not, the only person to blame here, is that damned Titan!"

She sighed again, and visibly calmed down as she looked at the sun, which was starting to set in over the horizon. The sight startling him somewhat, the Annabeth he'd left behind would have ranted for hours, but this one? That was when he really looked at her, she was maybe around thirty years old. She had an older beauty to her, and a wise aura that reminded Percy of her mother.

Then he thought about her words. The truth behind them. It was true, from what little he knew about the Greeks and Shinto, the two rarely spoke, but the gods he knew that had spoken about them, always spoke respectfully. He also knew his father; he knew that his father would never had worked with Susanoo if he didn't trust the god and his judgements. For both sea gods to have been played by the Titan of time…

"You're right," he finally said, his shoulder slumping slightly as he looked down at the sand,

"Of course, I am," she said, her left hand coming up to guide his attention to look at her.

"So please, stop killing yourself over something you couldn't control. Stop shutting people out," she smirked, "Not like you're any good at it, I know how those kids in your class have gotten to you."

He smiled ruefully, because again, she was right. In spite of his best efforts to distance himself from people, he still hung out with the big three. He still laughed and joked with the Cat's. He still guided, instructed, laughed and teased with the kids of 1-A. They were important to him. He looked down at the stump of a right arm; it was why he had moved to protect Tsu. In hindsight, he could have blasted the bastard away with his wind, cut his hand off, but there hadn't been time to consider anything. He had seen what was happening, and his body had simply moved to protect the girl.

Because he cared.

He had taken Midoriya aside and privately tutored the boy, because he cared.

He'd tried to change Bakugo, guide him to be not a better hero, but a better man, because he cared.

He took their training as seriously as he did his own. Because. He. Cared.

"Percy," Annabeth said, once again directing his gaze towards hers, "It's ok to move on."

That was when he felt it, the cold feel of something on her hand. Gently, he wrapped his left hand around hers, and pulled it in front of him to inspect. Annabeth just calmly let him.

There, on her ring finger, was a small golden band.

That was when the tears started to fall. The full gravity of the truth of what had happened in his absence finally coming to light. Annabeth let him weep, allowed him his grief, for which he was eternally grateful. She knew that in that moment, he didn't need false platitudes, or declarations of love, or anything of the sort. He just needed to grieve.

And he didn't resent her. Didn't hate her. He loved her too much for that. He also knew her, he knew her better than anyone, and he knew how his disappearance would have affected her. Knew how much she would have killed herself inside for not being there with him.

They were too much alike at times.

No, his tears were for the loss of the life he could have had, but had been taken from him. His tears were for the years she had spent, wondering where he was, if he was dead, and the pain, and misery he had subjected her, and all of his friends too.

They sat in silence for a few minutes as the tears streamed down his cheeks. After a while, the tears dried up, leaving him with only a few, drying shivers.

"It took me a long time," Annabeth admitted when he'd calmed down, "I'd had to go through the same thing you are now. Every time I tried to date, I'd just see your face, and wonder how I could turn my back on you. You know who was finally the one to get through to me?" she asked, and Percy just shook his head, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Sally," and slowly, his head rose, his eyes wide slightly, before a laugh bubbled up. Watery, and choked.

She smiled, "She told me, 'How do you think Percy would react, if he saw what you were doing to yourself?' she told me, that if I loved you as much as I said I did, it would be a betrayal to your memory, to do that to myself. That the absolute last thing you would want, is for me to live a life devoid of happiness, under the misguided illusion that I was respecting what we had."

Percy nodded, and smiled at the familiar words. They were achingly similar to words he'd heard not too long ago himself.

"Were you?" he asked, "Happy?" He gestured to the ring on her finger, "Did he make you happy?"

She nodded, "He did. Happily married for sixty years. He gave me two beautiful children, and I couldn't be more thankful for him." She then guided his chin back up to look at him, "So, knowing that, knowing that I almost let myself drown in my own sorrow, and allowed myself to live a life of bitter unhappiness because I didn't want betray your memory. How do you imagine I feel about what you've been doing?" He chuckled,

She was right.

"You deserve happiness Percy. More than anyone I've ever known. Don't let yourself be your own worst enemy. And don't deprive yourself of joy because you think you don't deserve it. Moving on doesn't betray my memory. Living a hollow, self-destructive lifestyle, does."

He nodded.

Once again, as always, Wise Girl was right. It was the message he'd been hearing, and trying to tell himself for weeks. But it had never seemed to get through, not fully, until that moment. What Percy had been missing, what he should have had months ago, was closure. He didn't have a chance to say goodbye, to openly grieve for the life he'd lost. Which was what he did then with his lost Wise Girl. He grieved for the life he'd lost. And when the tears were gone, he was left with a new feeling.

Hope.

It burned bright, and hot, like bonfire on a warm June night. It brought a pleasant tingle to his skin. And he was truly hopeful for a future. As they sat in the sand, the calm waters rising ever so slowly nearby, Percy thought on those he'd come to trust and rely on. The Cat's faces, first and foremost in his mind. The image of Mandalay, telling him on a daily basis, that he was allowed to be happy. Ragdoll, going out of her way to be a loving, radiant ball of sunshine. Tiger, his firm and authoritative attitude which was exactly the kind of masculine foil to keep Percy grounded, and Pixie-Bob, who underneath the teasing and touching, had a loving, gentle heart. And a desire to help that warmed the soul.

Then he thought of Mirio, Amajiki, and Nejire. The hours spent around with another, and the "forced" hangout sessions that Nejire had dragged him to. They were likely his best friends. The people he trusted with his heart and soul, every bit he trusted with the Cat's. Mirio's determination, and drive. Amajiki's calm and thoughtful countenance. And Nejire's…well…everything about that young woman warmed his heart. Brought a smile to his face. And made him want to be a better man.

There were his classmates. A future generation of heroes that he saw so much of himself in. He wanted to guide them, grow with them, enjoy their successes and teach in their failures. More importantly, he wanted to protect them. They were his kids; he couldn't let anything more happen to them. He wanted, needed, to see them grow into the heroes he knew they could be.

Finally, there was Miruko. Granted, he didn't know her as well. Their closest interaction was the one dinner they'd shared. The many night's he'd spent running away from the little rabbit not counting. But the woman had a place in his heart. Above all else, he owed her a debt. He had spit on her reputation and unwillingly and unknowingly dragged her name through the mud. Which meant that he had a duty and a responsibility to atone for his mistakes. He was not going to give up before making sure he had.

And if he got to know her a little better along the way…then that was just a bonus.

For the first time since coming to the future, he could think on the future, and be excited about what was to come. He was no longer filled with anxious and terrifyingly empty feeling, of spending the rest of his life alone. A life of forced solitude because he couldn't bring himself to abandon the one's he'd lost. But now, after hearing the words come from her mouth, Percy felt like he could think on his friends, not in mourning, but in celebration. He did not need to grieve for the life he'd lost. But cheer, for the lives they'd led. For the greatness they'd gone on to achieve, and the happiness, they'd brought one another, and the world.

Which is exactly how they spent the remainder of their time together; talking about the others. They spoke of her life, the work she'd gone on to do, and how she'd revolutionized the world of architectural design. They spoke of his mother. His mother and Paul had lived long and happy lives. Apparently, at some point, his father had informed them of what had happened, and his mother had been able to move past her own grief. Knowing her son wasn't dead, and would go on to live had been a boon to the loving woman. Annabeth told him of their friends, of the lives they'd led, the adventures they'd shared, and the lives of the children they'd lovingly brought into the world.

All too soon, it was time to depart. The sun having nearly set beyond the horizon. He could feel the tug of something, as his connection to whatever plane of existence he had been on waned. And as he stared at the woman he'd loved and lost. He was not overcome with sorrow at their departure. But he was filled with joy. Joy at the knowledge that his friends and family had gone on to live long and happy lives. That they had managed to overcome their grief, and live a happy life in honor of the friend they'd lost.

His heart burned with hope, and a desire to live a life they'd be proud of. He would strive to med what he'd broken, and be the kind of man that his mother and friends would have been proud of. With those hopes burning in his heart.

He opened his eyes.

AN: BAM! End of the first arc, thank you all for coming on this journey so far! It's been incredible, and for the umpteenth time, I cannot believe the amount of support this got so quickly. Unfortunately, this is where my pre-written chapters come to an end. Which means there will be a little break before things get rolling again. However, I think I'll try and do what I did here, which is write through an entire arc at once, and then next time, I think I'll just release it all at once, unless you like the daily update model. Let me know which you'd prefer, daily updates when things are finished, or for me to just upload everything at once. Thanks again for being the most awesome community you guys, you rock!

Love always,

LilDB