-Passeral Mansion-
"So you've failed..." Norreys sipped from his glass "and you've lost 3 new recruits..."
"I'm sorry sir, but there was an accident." Alcest stood across the room, near
the door with his left hand on the hilt of his dagger.
"You disappoint me Alcest... if you had thought with your head instead of between
your crotches you would not have failed." He studied Alcest and realizing that he
was prepared to escape he laughed scornfully. "Discard your weapon and take a
seat, you wouldn't have gotten far even if you took me hostage."
Alcest knew the place was surrounded with guards and placed his dagger on the
table beside the wine bottle.
"A wise decision... For that I'll give you a last chance to retrieve the girl."
Norreys nodded and ordered. "Leave us..." and with his command a ninja appeared
in front of Alcest, his cold blades drawn and poised a centimeter away from
Alcest's neck ready to deliver his deathblow. Alcest almost stumbled backwards
as he encountered the ninja. Unlike the ninja, the merchant was not hostile.
He seemed curious, almost friendly, The Prince of Darkness. Alcest suspected
Norreys would have been flattered, not offended. Norreys could as easily doom him
with a smile as with a curse.
Norreys was gnawing on a chicken leg, watching Alcest all the while.
Are you ready now?" he asked.
Alcest nodded.
"Good... Lord Goltana needs him dead in order to conceal his small secret and to
do that we need the girl if we want to catch him."
"Everything was working as planned sir, except when a knight intervened."
"I'll have no excuses Alcest. Take the mercenaries stationed in the hall
they should be able to take care of any who dare to foil my plans."
Norreys signaled him to leave.
"I will not fail you me lord" as Alcest turned to leave he was called back.
"I almost forgot."
"Yes me lord?"
"Don't come back. Alive if you fail."
-Merry Maidens-
Heavy rain pelted down on the monastery grounds as group of soldiers
advanced towards them. 'Crest of the black lion... Lord Goltana's men.'
he thought as he unsheathed his sword. Accompanied by two squires he
rushed outside to aid the knightress. 'A good opportunity to make money...'
"Kill them, Kill them all! Don't leave any survivors!" Gafgarion's war cry
had it's desired effect. 2 soldiers started to back down in fear.
"Vlad, we weren't informed Gafgarion was among them?!" the youngest archer
looked worried as he pleaded his leader to abort their mission.
The knight yelled at his young comrade "Shut up Kal! or I'll have you court
marshaled!"
Seeing the opportunity the knightress offered them to retreat. "You don't
have to sacrifice your lives captain. Withdraw your men."
The knight replied "Naive, just hand over the princess or that beautiful
face of yours will be scarred forever."
Gafgarion dashed past the knightress "Rad, Ramza prepare to engage in combat."
Gafgarion awoke to find himself lying on a bed by himself. 'It was a dream...'
he still remembered the battle scene too vividly to forget .'Was it real?' he
wondered but found no reason to be thinking about such things and reached for
his armor to realize that his armor had been stacked neatly on the table
rather then being scattered on the floor as usual.
'It must have been the girl.' He realized then that there was no sign of the
woman. The door swung open with a loud thud as the red head brought breakfast
for Gafgarion. She paused for a moment in the doorway, for she had an actor's
innate sense of timing.
"Finally! I thought you'd never wake up." she pushed the trolley towards him.
"How long have I slept?" he asked .
"It was 1:50 the last time I checked with Joshua..." She gave him a loaf of bread.
"Here, cut yourself trenchers while I finish cooking the sausages."
Breakfast was the day's dubious meal, not quite respectable, for people were
supposed to be able to satisfy themselves with a heavy dinner and a lighter
supper. Hunger was a more powerful motivation than convention, though and only
a few stalwart souls did not break their night's fast with meat or cheese or
roasted chestnuts. He watched in curiosity as he couldn't help but notice
that there was no where to cook the sausages in this room. Just as he was
about to remind her, he ceased himself from uttering the slightest of noise
which may have broken her concentration. He sensed magical force gather, and
listened as she chanted incantation under her breath her eyes were softly
closed as her mind was focused on a spell bound to bend and disrupt the balance
and order of element to fit her purpose. When enough energy was gathered she
released it, channeling from her mind to her frying pan which now glowed red.
Gafgarion was fascinated with what he saw "You're quite a mage to use magic so
freely like that!"
The red head shrugged "I suppose its inheritance from my parents who used to be
mages back when they served the crown."
The hot glow from frying pan had caught Gafgarion's eyes once again.
"Won't the intense heat damage your frying pan?" he asked.
"No, because this one is made from mythril. Mythril can withstand intense heat
while the sausages are being cooked, I think it's same with mythril armor.
Although mythril is not damaged when being blasted with a concentrated fire
spell, the soldier wearing the armor is still inflicted with serious burns."
"You surprised me, how do you know all this?"
She giggled as she replied "To any girl who has honed her art of cooking for
at least a decade, that is part of their common knowledge."
The aroma of frying sausages was a lure Gafgarion couldn't resist. He wondered
what price he'd be paying for this tasty fare. She answered him as if she read
his mind. "I would normally charge you 200Gil, but it's already paid for."
Gafgarion had no memory of paying the girl "I'm sorry but I don't remember
paying for it, you must be mistaken."
She served his breakfast "Your lady friend paid me before she left with some
group of knights. They left very early this morning."
"She left? I see..." His face remained impassive, but she thought she could
detect a glint of faint disappointment in those dark azure eyes.
To break the long silence she asked "So, why did you come to Zeltennia?"
"I'm looking for proposition as a soldier, but I guess I'll need to raise some
money to purchase better weapons and a chocobo."
The red seemed interested at Gafgarion's adventurous future. "I'm sure Gareth
our taverner should've heard about some new jobs by now, why not go pay him a
visit?" she said as she served him his morning fast.
"Thanks I'll do that." And with that he began to scoff down his hearty meal.
It was the most delicious meal he had in days while staying in other lodgings
where he was served with turnip soup and an ugly piece of Bulgus bread. After
finishing his meal he quickly changed into his black robes and went downstairs
to the tavern.
In the tavern Gareth was already busy serving his early customers with flagons
of ale when Gafgarion came down to meet him. As he approached Gareth greeted
him, still boasting about what happened yesterday.
"Good morning lad! You put up quite a show yesterday!"
"I only did what was necessary." Although he tried to remain calm, inside he
was flattered.
"I'll be careful though if I was you right now, becuz lord Passerel is not
going to forget what you did to his hounds."
With that he gave Gafgarion a flagon of ale also, filled to the brim.
Gafgarion hid his grin in the depths of his cup
"I promise I'll bear that in mind."
The tavern seemed to be never deserted. Gafgarion saw 3 travelling
merchants comparing their good wares just beside a group of black mages who
sat whilst smoking their pikrdz. He often wondered how their eyes
glowed like they did and sometimes he'd imagine they weren't human at all.
When he suddenly realized one of them was returning his gaze with that empty
glowing stare, he quickly turned to face Gareth who stood there watching.
"I bet she fancies you lad."
When he heard this he was shocked. "How do you know it's a she?" he asked
Gareth curiously,
"I'm not sure you noticed it since ya were busy staring into their eyes,
but they can be easily compared if you look at their hair length."
It was then that there was an uncomfortable silence among the Black Mages
and Gafgarion as their gaze was now upon him. Gafgarion froze as he noticed
that they all had long hair and was now all giggling at his stare.
Watching with a knowing grin, Gareth nudged Gafgarion with his elbow as he
whispered "I see that they ALL fancies you lad, that's some incredible luck
you have their with ladies."
Gafgarion quickly changed the subject "Gareth I was erm..." well wondering if you
heard any of any proposition recently." As Gafgarion had hoped Gareth forgot
about the ladies and started to boast about the jobs he heard. However only
one caught his ears.
"As a matter of fact I have one from the mayor himself." The taverner leaned
across the counter "You've heard of the traveling artist Mameko?"
Gafgarion had heard of this Mameko before. Artist true to his craft. In many
rich mansions or grand cathedral he had visited there was at least one or two
artworks by Mameko even including the one found in his own academy
"The boy who starved" a painting drawn by Mameko was hung up on Leitbur's chamber.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, I hear that he has recently finished yet another master piece in master
Serlo's mansion. He claims that he will travel to Fort Eswalt next. Master Serlo
is concerned for his safety, so he is looking for a well experienced soldier to
accompany him during his travel. He is willing to pay 8000gils and he needs a
soldier fast."
Gafgarion seemed puzzled. "Why doesn't master Serlo allow Nanten knights to
escort him? Or since Mameko is traveling to Fort Eswalt, why not request
escorts from Touten knights?"
Gareth pulled him closer to the bar and whispered so only Gafgarion can hear
"Rumor has it that our good mayor is being closely watched by the prince's spies,
because he is under suspicion of treason. Lord Goltana believes that he shook
hands with Touten for some dark matters who knows what. But what ever it is,
it had Goltana frightened enough to hire the most cunning rogues residing at
the undergrounds of Zeltennia."
"So your saying that the mayor doesn't trust Nanten but can't request escorts
from Touten because that would increase the suspicion regardless of whether he
really is committing treason or not."
Gareth searched for any eavesdropper.
"Keep it bit quieter, yes that'd be the right conclusion."
Gafgarion couldn't help wondering how a ordinary taverner know so much about
Ivalice's underworld. "How do you know all this?" he asked.
The taverner spoke in a louder but yet still quiet whisper.
"Vicar of Hell frequents this bar when he has troubles with the guards to hide
in my tavern, there is not a single crime that he doesn't know about and no
criminal leaves Zeltennia without his permission."
Speaking in a more casual tone Gareth asked "So you willing to accept?"
without hesitation he answered "I'll take up the offer."
"Good when you're ready Arha will meet you here in half an hour."
When Gafgarion went upstairs to retrieve his things a girl in white robes
left the party of black mages and stood before Gareth. "You sure you're
going to leave us lass? The place will be darn quiet with you gone."
The girl didn't hesitate long before she answered. "I'll miss you too Gareth."
She leaned over and kissed his cheeks.
Gareth frowned and sighed "Alright then, ye take care of yerself now lass!
And I hope you find your dad Arha."
-Author's note-
Whew~ That was a very long chapter. Not as exciting but crucial for the
upcoming surprises I have in store. Not many reviews!
(Does a Lilsheepi-like frown) I'm lil discouraged to say the least.
If your reading my fic then plez do give me some reviews because that's
what keeps me writing more interesting fics.
Bulgus Bread
A peasant's daily source of nutrition made of the most common vegetation in
Ivalice called Dwlona plant. The bread is cheap and tasteless to say the least.
If not eaten within a day or two the bread will start to smell foul, taste bit
sour and slight grayish color will be visible.
Pikrdz
Unlike opium sold in black markets, Pikrdz are proven harmless to anyone's
respiratory system. In fact most black mage smokes pikrdz because they clear
one's mind and help restore mp. Not to mention black mages have a contest held
each year in Gariland magic city where they breathe out pikrdz smoke in a
interesting shapes of all kind. Gandalf the grey is a common user of pikrdz
yet a champion in the pikrdz contests.
Cherov sauce
Equivalent of BBQ sauce. They are found in deserts and are normally consumed
by Bombs and Grenades inhabiting the area. It is said that the hot spice of
this vegetation is the main source of their undying flame. Without it they
become very hostile to any nearby unfortunate victims. Only the skilled
herbalists has authorizations to extract wild cherovs in the deserts as some
may carry poison if not ripe.
Selzamar Serlo
Age:47
Job: Mayor
He is a well respected mayor. Lord Goltana suspects him of treason against him,
although no one knows Goltana's dark secrets. As master Serlo's clerks
investigate the fall of Royal Dragoons he is gaining knowledge of what may
have caused their downfall which could be relevant to Goltana's secrets.
The prince is keeping close watch on him.
Elhadred Mameko
Age:?
Job: Artist
Famous artist of Ivalice. His name is known in Ordalia as well as few states
in Romanda though very few has actually had the honor of meeting him in person.
Some claim that he is a phantom while some believe he has mastered the art of
invisibility. Other than his paintings, not much is known about the artist himself.
Alcest Cranston
Age:30
Job:Thief
Norreys Passerel's best thief and his ticket to the undergrounds of Ivalice.
Alcest organises every bidding his master requires from him. He is very quick
in understanding ones minds and how they work. With his every ounce of cunning
he has survived while serving Norreys. He will stop at nothing to acheive his
masters wishes partly for the money and for his own life.
Well that takes care of that chapter~
Oh almost forgot! If you have any spare time go and read Two sides of a coin.
It is also about a Dark Knight. Although it's short. Everyone needs
something to fuel their motivation and to writers its reviews.
Thanks again~! For reading my fic! ^_^
"So you've failed..." Norreys sipped from his glass "and you've lost 3 new recruits..."
"I'm sorry sir, but there was an accident." Alcest stood across the room, near
the door with his left hand on the hilt of his dagger.
"You disappoint me Alcest... if you had thought with your head instead of between
your crotches you would not have failed." He studied Alcest and realizing that he
was prepared to escape he laughed scornfully. "Discard your weapon and take a
seat, you wouldn't have gotten far even if you took me hostage."
Alcest knew the place was surrounded with guards and placed his dagger on the
table beside the wine bottle.
"A wise decision... For that I'll give you a last chance to retrieve the girl."
Norreys nodded and ordered. "Leave us..." and with his command a ninja appeared
in front of Alcest, his cold blades drawn and poised a centimeter away from
Alcest's neck ready to deliver his deathblow. Alcest almost stumbled backwards
as he encountered the ninja. Unlike the ninja, the merchant was not hostile.
He seemed curious, almost friendly, The Prince of Darkness. Alcest suspected
Norreys would have been flattered, not offended. Norreys could as easily doom him
with a smile as with a curse.
Norreys was gnawing on a chicken leg, watching Alcest all the while.
Are you ready now?" he asked.
Alcest nodded.
"Good... Lord Goltana needs him dead in order to conceal his small secret and to
do that we need the girl if we want to catch him."
"Everything was working as planned sir, except when a knight intervened."
"I'll have no excuses Alcest. Take the mercenaries stationed in the hall
they should be able to take care of any who dare to foil my plans."
Norreys signaled him to leave.
"I will not fail you me lord" as Alcest turned to leave he was called back.
"I almost forgot."
"Yes me lord?"
"Don't come back. Alive if you fail."
-Merry Maidens-
Heavy rain pelted down on the monastery grounds as group of soldiers
advanced towards them. 'Crest of the black lion... Lord Goltana's men.'
he thought as he unsheathed his sword. Accompanied by two squires he
rushed outside to aid the knightress. 'A good opportunity to make money...'
"Kill them, Kill them all! Don't leave any survivors!" Gafgarion's war cry
had it's desired effect. 2 soldiers started to back down in fear.
"Vlad, we weren't informed Gafgarion was among them?!" the youngest archer
looked worried as he pleaded his leader to abort their mission.
The knight yelled at his young comrade "Shut up Kal! or I'll have you court
marshaled!"
Seeing the opportunity the knightress offered them to retreat. "You don't
have to sacrifice your lives captain. Withdraw your men."
The knight replied "Naive, just hand over the princess or that beautiful
face of yours will be scarred forever."
Gafgarion dashed past the knightress "Rad, Ramza prepare to engage in combat."
Gafgarion awoke to find himself lying on a bed by himself. 'It was a dream...'
he still remembered the battle scene too vividly to forget .'Was it real?' he
wondered but found no reason to be thinking about such things and reached for
his armor to realize that his armor had been stacked neatly on the table
rather then being scattered on the floor as usual.
'It must have been the girl.' He realized then that there was no sign of the
woman. The door swung open with a loud thud as the red head brought breakfast
for Gafgarion. She paused for a moment in the doorway, for she had an actor's
innate sense of timing.
"Finally! I thought you'd never wake up." she pushed the trolley towards him.
"How long have I slept?" he asked .
"It was 1:50 the last time I checked with Joshua..." She gave him a loaf of bread.
"Here, cut yourself trenchers while I finish cooking the sausages."
Breakfast was the day's dubious meal, not quite respectable, for people were
supposed to be able to satisfy themselves with a heavy dinner and a lighter
supper. Hunger was a more powerful motivation than convention, though and only
a few stalwart souls did not break their night's fast with meat or cheese or
roasted chestnuts. He watched in curiosity as he couldn't help but notice
that there was no where to cook the sausages in this room. Just as he was
about to remind her, he ceased himself from uttering the slightest of noise
which may have broken her concentration. He sensed magical force gather, and
listened as she chanted incantation under her breath her eyes were softly
closed as her mind was focused on a spell bound to bend and disrupt the balance
and order of element to fit her purpose. When enough energy was gathered she
released it, channeling from her mind to her frying pan which now glowed red.
Gafgarion was fascinated with what he saw "You're quite a mage to use magic so
freely like that!"
The red head shrugged "I suppose its inheritance from my parents who used to be
mages back when they served the crown."
The hot glow from frying pan had caught Gafgarion's eyes once again.
"Won't the intense heat damage your frying pan?" he asked.
"No, because this one is made from mythril. Mythril can withstand intense heat
while the sausages are being cooked, I think it's same with mythril armor.
Although mythril is not damaged when being blasted with a concentrated fire
spell, the soldier wearing the armor is still inflicted with serious burns."
"You surprised me, how do you know all this?"
She giggled as she replied "To any girl who has honed her art of cooking for
at least a decade, that is part of their common knowledge."
The aroma of frying sausages was a lure Gafgarion couldn't resist. He wondered
what price he'd be paying for this tasty fare. She answered him as if she read
his mind. "I would normally charge you 200Gil, but it's already paid for."
Gafgarion had no memory of paying the girl "I'm sorry but I don't remember
paying for it, you must be mistaken."
She served his breakfast "Your lady friend paid me before she left with some
group of knights. They left very early this morning."
"She left? I see..." His face remained impassive, but she thought she could
detect a glint of faint disappointment in those dark azure eyes.
To break the long silence she asked "So, why did you come to Zeltennia?"
"I'm looking for proposition as a soldier, but I guess I'll need to raise some
money to purchase better weapons and a chocobo."
The red seemed interested at Gafgarion's adventurous future. "I'm sure Gareth
our taverner should've heard about some new jobs by now, why not go pay him a
visit?" she said as she served him his morning fast.
"Thanks I'll do that." And with that he began to scoff down his hearty meal.
It was the most delicious meal he had in days while staying in other lodgings
where he was served with turnip soup and an ugly piece of Bulgus bread. After
finishing his meal he quickly changed into his black robes and went downstairs
to the tavern.
In the tavern Gareth was already busy serving his early customers with flagons
of ale when Gafgarion came down to meet him. As he approached Gareth greeted
him, still boasting about what happened yesterday.
"Good morning lad! You put up quite a show yesterday!"
"I only did what was necessary." Although he tried to remain calm, inside he
was flattered.
"I'll be careful though if I was you right now, becuz lord Passerel is not
going to forget what you did to his hounds."
With that he gave Gafgarion a flagon of ale also, filled to the brim.
Gafgarion hid his grin in the depths of his cup
"I promise I'll bear that in mind."
The tavern seemed to be never deserted. Gafgarion saw 3 travelling
merchants comparing their good wares just beside a group of black mages who
sat whilst smoking their pikrdz. He often wondered how their eyes
glowed like they did and sometimes he'd imagine they weren't human at all.
When he suddenly realized one of them was returning his gaze with that empty
glowing stare, he quickly turned to face Gareth who stood there watching.
"I bet she fancies you lad."
When he heard this he was shocked. "How do you know it's a she?" he asked
Gareth curiously,
"I'm not sure you noticed it since ya were busy staring into their eyes,
but they can be easily compared if you look at their hair length."
It was then that there was an uncomfortable silence among the Black Mages
and Gafgarion as their gaze was now upon him. Gafgarion froze as he noticed
that they all had long hair and was now all giggling at his stare.
Watching with a knowing grin, Gareth nudged Gafgarion with his elbow as he
whispered "I see that they ALL fancies you lad, that's some incredible luck
you have their with ladies."
Gafgarion quickly changed the subject "Gareth I was erm..." well wondering if you
heard any of any proposition recently." As Gafgarion had hoped Gareth forgot
about the ladies and started to boast about the jobs he heard. However only
one caught his ears.
"As a matter of fact I have one from the mayor himself." The taverner leaned
across the counter "You've heard of the traveling artist Mameko?"
Gafgarion had heard of this Mameko before. Artist true to his craft. In many
rich mansions or grand cathedral he had visited there was at least one or two
artworks by Mameko even including the one found in his own academy
"The boy who starved" a painting drawn by Mameko was hung up on Leitbur's chamber.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, I hear that he has recently finished yet another master piece in master
Serlo's mansion. He claims that he will travel to Fort Eswalt next. Master Serlo
is concerned for his safety, so he is looking for a well experienced soldier to
accompany him during his travel. He is willing to pay 8000gils and he needs a
soldier fast."
Gafgarion seemed puzzled. "Why doesn't master Serlo allow Nanten knights to
escort him? Or since Mameko is traveling to Fort Eswalt, why not request
escorts from Touten knights?"
Gareth pulled him closer to the bar and whispered so only Gafgarion can hear
"Rumor has it that our good mayor is being closely watched by the prince's spies,
because he is under suspicion of treason. Lord Goltana believes that he shook
hands with Touten for some dark matters who knows what. But what ever it is,
it had Goltana frightened enough to hire the most cunning rogues residing at
the undergrounds of Zeltennia."
"So your saying that the mayor doesn't trust Nanten but can't request escorts
from Touten because that would increase the suspicion regardless of whether he
really is committing treason or not."
Gareth searched for any eavesdropper.
"Keep it bit quieter, yes that'd be the right conclusion."
Gafgarion couldn't help wondering how a ordinary taverner know so much about
Ivalice's underworld. "How do you know all this?" he asked.
The taverner spoke in a louder but yet still quiet whisper.
"Vicar of Hell frequents this bar when he has troubles with the guards to hide
in my tavern, there is not a single crime that he doesn't know about and no
criminal leaves Zeltennia without his permission."
Speaking in a more casual tone Gareth asked "So you willing to accept?"
without hesitation he answered "I'll take up the offer."
"Good when you're ready Arha will meet you here in half an hour."
When Gafgarion went upstairs to retrieve his things a girl in white robes
left the party of black mages and stood before Gareth. "You sure you're
going to leave us lass? The place will be darn quiet with you gone."
The girl didn't hesitate long before she answered. "I'll miss you too Gareth."
She leaned over and kissed his cheeks.
Gareth frowned and sighed "Alright then, ye take care of yerself now lass!
And I hope you find your dad Arha."
-Author's note-
Whew~ That was a very long chapter. Not as exciting but crucial for the
upcoming surprises I have in store. Not many reviews!
(Does a Lilsheepi-like frown) I'm lil discouraged to say the least.
If your reading my fic then plez do give me some reviews because that's
what keeps me writing more interesting fics.
Bulgus Bread
A peasant's daily source of nutrition made of the most common vegetation in
Ivalice called Dwlona plant. The bread is cheap and tasteless to say the least.
If not eaten within a day or two the bread will start to smell foul, taste bit
sour and slight grayish color will be visible.
Pikrdz
Unlike opium sold in black markets, Pikrdz are proven harmless to anyone's
respiratory system. In fact most black mage smokes pikrdz because they clear
one's mind and help restore mp. Not to mention black mages have a contest held
each year in Gariland magic city where they breathe out pikrdz smoke in a
interesting shapes of all kind. Gandalf the grey is a common user of pikrdz
yet a champion in the pikrdz contests.
Cherov sauce
Equivalent of BBQ sauce. They are found in deserts and are normally consumed
by Bombs and Grenades inhabiting the area. It is said that the hot spice of
this vegetation is the main source of their undying flame. Without it they
become very hostile to any nearby unfortunate victims. Only the skilled
herbalists has authorizations to extract wild cherovs in the deserts as some
may carry poison if not ripe.
Selzamar Serlo
Age:47
Job: Mayor
He is a well respected mayor. Lord Goltana suspects him of treason against him,
although no one knows Goltana's dark secrets. As master Serlo's clerks
investigate the fall of Royal Dragoons he is gaining knowledge of what may
have caused their downfall which could be relevant to Goltana's secrets.
The prince is keeping close watch on him.
Elhadred Mameko
Age:?
Job: Artist
Famous artist of Ivalice. His name is known in Ordalia as well as few states
in Romanda though very few has actually had the honor of meeting him in person.
Some claim that he is a phantom while some believe he has mastered the art of
invisibility. Other than his paintings, not much is known about the artist himself.
Alcest Cranston
Age:30
Job:Thief
Norreys Passerel's best thief and his ticket to the undergrounds of Ivalice.
Alcest organises every bidding his master requires from him. He is very quick
in understanding ones minds and how they work. With his every ounce of cunning
he has survived while serving Norreys. He will stop at nothing to acheive his
masters wishes partly for the money and for his own life.
Well that takes care of that chapter~
Oh almost forgot! If you have any spare time go and read Two sides of a coin.
It is also about a Dark Knight. Although it's short. Everyone needs
something to fuel their motivation and to writers its reviews.
Thanks again~! For reading my fic! ^_^