Liverand, Joey's POV
Wolf-men senses are strong, a lot more receptive than humans. So even with my eyes closed, I can hear and smell it all. The sea outside of the humidity of this rotten cell. The guards walking around. The breathing of my sleeping crewmates.
Everything is over. The mission is a failure and the future is nothing but foggy. Images of Yugi and Atem play in my mind over and over. How did it all come to that? If Mai, Serenity, mom or pops were still alive, would they have stood between me and Kaiba like she did?
Yugi asked me once if someone from the pack ever came back to me if I'd reject them like Atem rejected her. Truth is, I've known for years how pointless the entire hunt was. I was the first one Atem found, the first piece in his collection of vengeful souls. Back then, raw rage was all that inhabited me. It slowly died away, fading in front of how much more intense his and Bakura's were. Ingrained in them like a curse. Those two alone kept the fire of the others going. I stuck around because I wanted to help my hearties. And I hoped that once I came face to face with the baron, the anger would come back. It didn't.
Now, I can feel none of this rage within the others either. If I couldn't hear their breathing, I'd think they were dead. The usual smells of flesh that people spread are absent. If I shift completely, I could break through the door. Probably. I asked the hearties if they wanted me to, but seems they've reached the same spot as me.
I suppose all that is left to do is nothing.
Suddenly, footsteps and familiar scents reach me and I spring up. There's a few of them, but I recognize Mokuba's instantly. My movement makes the others stir. Tis the middle of the night. Why would he be here?
A torchlight lights up the dark hallway, and running footsteps accompany it. A few moments later, the kid emerges from the corner, a torchlight in his hand.
"Joey!" he calls out.
To say the lad is out of breath and sweating in panic was an understatement. The look in his eyes is enough to betray something happened to Yugi.
"What are ya doin' here, half-pint?"
"We need your help."
"We?"
The remaining footsteps got closer and my insides turned to stone when the commodore and the baron. Purely by reflex, I can't help the wolf from growling and lighting up my eyes, awakening the others in the cell. I hear them rustle and stand behind me.
"Why in Dante's nine hells are ye here, baron?" asks Reed.
I won't lie, the man has the posture of every haughty noble I've ever seen. Despite that, he looks disheveled and his fancy clothes are covered in wet dirt. And judging by the smell, it's the same kind we've been rolling in for five days. Was he locked up too? He just stands there, looking me in the eye but I see no attempt at a show of superiority. It actually seems like he has trouble holding my gaze. Still doesn't relent though.
"Yugi and Atem are in danger," says Mokuba. "The admiral took them."
"What?"
They took him to the gallows already? With no trial? The navy doesn't think much of pirates but the admiral of the Caribbean is known for being a stickler for procedure and order. And why Yugi? For all they know, she is solely a victim.
"They seem to be headed to Shayee island with the orichalcum in mind," explains the commodore. "If that is the case, then it looks like you were arrested under false pretences. No other charges have been pressed against you. As such, I must get to the bottom of this whole mess. For that, if you help me, I will speak in your favor. Aiding us will also provide a solid defense."
"You don't think we're daft enough to fall for that, do you?" spits out Xao, whose spitefulness I can smell. "We know exactly who you are, Kisara Pegasus. Why would navy dogs do anythin' for us? Much less the admiral's niece?"
"I am the highest authority in Liverand," continues Kisara. "My word carries more leverage than you think. I also know the true reason behind the Millennium crew's creation."
Surprise hits me like a horse kick to the face, and from the smell of it, I'm not the only one. The looks of utter disbelief my hearties exchange behind me are palpable. I look at the baron and then Mokuba again.
"We told them everything," explains the lad. "Please Joey, I'm begging you. You have to help us."
The kid is oozing with pure honesty, like he did since the day we've grabbed him. Just like Yugi. Just like Jaden. Also, knowing Atem has got himself in a corner makes it that much more urgent. Yet, I can't bring myself to just agree to this nonsense.
"We don't have time to waste," says the baron, snatching the keys that the commodore held and unlocking the cage. "Help us, and you get your freedom and my head. Is that enough incentive?"
Kisara and Mokuba both protested at the declaration but Kaiba didn't avert his eyes from mine. It was the kind of look that screamed truth. The arrogant tone and pushiness were rendered void with how clear desperation oozed from the devil we've been chasing for so long.
But I want proof. I need more.
In seconds, my clawed hand grabbed him by the called, pushing him against the wall behind him. The commodore reached for her sword, but from the corner of my eye, I saw Mokuba grab her hands. The baron also held a hand up to keep her away. I let the wolf take over a bit, growing fangs, and lighting up my eyes. Still his face doesn't change.
"Why do you want to save her? D'ya think she's your tool? Your path to a redemption ya don't deserve? You think what your father and your company have done can be forgiven by saving a single person?"
To my surprise, the baron clenches his teeth, as if he were growling back at me.
"I'm no fool, mutt! Nothing I'm doing now means anything in the face of all I've participated in. If there is such a thing as hell, then that's where I'll end up regardless. But I'll be damned if I let anyone take anything more from her."
There it is. The smell of gut-grabbing fear. It's also clear as day that Yugi's fate is far more frightening to him than my fangs and our wrath. Not that there is much of that left in me. The one thing I know for sure is that another stubborn ass I know might just get himself killed out of hopelessness. I release the baron and call back the wolf inside.
"Lead the way," I tell the commodore.
"Joey!" protests Tristan. "You're really gonna side with him?"
"I don't give a damn about him. There's not much left to care about for us, hearties. But I'm gonna give a hand to that useless captain of ours. Whether he likes it or not."
Shayee Island, Yugi's POV
"The king is here."
Nothing good can come from something sounding so fatal. To the point that my insides freeze over and shivers travel throughout the rest of me. I dare not look at the Admiral to see the confusion on his face upon hearing the cryptic words from Atem. And I can see my kin's face staring at the pool with worrisome determination. Or rather… he seems hypnotized.
"What do you mean by that, captain?" asks the admiral.
Atem doesn't detach his eyes from the water, the glow reflecting on his bronze skin, darkening the red irises somehow. I'm sure I'm not alone to wonder if he is going to answer at all. He does not. Instead, he steps into the pool, making his way to the middle. That's when I realise his nose is still bleeding from Bakura punching him…
The blood of kings…
Something like an unclear memory along with the fear of grim apprehension send shivers up my spine. Past and present intertwine before my eyes yet again. Instead of Atem, I see the king of the Shayee, wearing the orichalcum crown over locks of red, silver and black. Beside him, is a woman in a sand coloured-dress. Locks of rose, prune and gold intertwine on her head.
Heba?
She looks back at little us, eyes lit up with the Stream… and wide with fright. While the king's glowing irises look forward, just like Atem's are now. Behind them, elevating from the pool is a large dark shadow with unclear features. But the horror from back then awakens, making my heart hammer in my chest and I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out.
Little me is paralyzed. The king steps towards the darkness while the queen screams something about getting away.
"Yugi."
I'm pulled back to the present, when Atem calls my name in this cold, unfamiliar fashion. He holds out a hand towards me, the red irises calling for me to step closer. Cold shivers shake me once more and I'm more tempted to step back. Of course my hesitation isn't to the taste of the Millennium's former quartermaster who once again pushes me forward and I tumble into the pool as well.
'We don't have all day,' he growls out.
I barely have time to throw back a glare, when a hand cold as ice closes on my arm. Atem's unblinking eyes stare at my hand. Quickly, he unwraps the bandage on my hand, unveiling the fresh cut of my palm… and mercilessly dig his thumb into it. Pain rips a scream from my mouth while pure shock swarms my mind.
Why?
Blood leaks from the wound into the pool while he remains unfazed and unblinking. When my mind finally regains clarity, I try pushing him away but his grip is iron.
"Atem, stop! What are you— aah!"
"Rexem adesten," is all he replies back, with a monotone voice I don't recognize. "Zangenis regem clavit ista."
The king is here. The blood of kings is the key.
The cold grip isn't letting up. A frightening premonition that I might bleed out before he releases me swarms my mind. With as much force as I can muster, my free hand curls into a fist and I send it in his already bloody nose. Not a single noise escapes him but her releases me.
When he straightens up, the bewitched eyes haven't disappeared. I barely recognize the man in front of me. Pride has always defined his posture but this time, his chin is up, as if to look down on me. Then a smile pulls on the corner of his lips as if to say "well done". He wipes his bloody nose, letting a drop fall into the water.
Half a moment later, the water drains from the pool. Then the ground beneath us begins shaking and slowly sinking deeper into the ground. Without missing a moment, Bakura jumps in with us.
"What are you waiting for?" he yells at the flabbergasted soldiers. "Get in, jolterheads!"
The men turn to their officer, but as soon as Pegasus jumps in, all follow despite the obvious uncertainty on their faces as the the floor sinks deeper and deeper. Those carrying the sarcophagus struggle but eventually manage to get on as well. Only the admiral appears delighted by the situation.
"It seems you were right, captain," says Pegasus, that same sheen of madness glowing in his eyes. "Your expertise is indeed invaluable. You even speak the ancient tongue of Atlantis. One can only wonder how you've accumulated such knowledge in your short life."
Atem doesn't answer or so much as acknowledge the admiral's words—not that Pegasus seems to care. Instead, his cold eyes lands on me again. I flinch when he grabs my hand. But he only recovers my hanging bandages and wrap my hand again.
Pegasus's focus shifts towards the sarcophagus, contemplating it with obvious eagerness. With a hand stroking the mahogany, he seems to be whispering to it. At this point, I'm certain he's suspicious of Atem's true identity. Yet doesn't care much about it. The navy men grip their weapons nervously, expecting the worst from our slow descent.
Atem handle's my hand with care and delicacy, a stark contrast to his previous action. My hands tremble. A sudden fear of my own kin being possessed grabs a hold of my throat. It hits me that it it the same look the last Shayee king had in my recovered memory.
"What happened… when we snuck into the cave twelve years ago?" I ask, my voice barely audible.
"We were awakened to the truth about the Shayee's heritage."
Again his eyes shone with excitement. I can sense the pride dripping from his words. I do not know this man.
Who are you?
The admiral and his posse seem to have stopped caring about us, either too preoccupied by our slow descent into darkness or the sarcophagus. Unlike Bakura, who wastes no time getting in Atem's face.
"What the bloody hell is going on with you?" he says, keeping his voice down.
"I showed you the way, as I said I would," replies Atem with condescendence I don't recognize, and very unthreatened by his former quartermaster.
"Don't give me that shit! You look worse than with your devil eyes. I don't know what you devils are planning, but if you screw this up, I will—"
The words stop when a sudden bright and green light swarms the tight space, just as the darkness of the depth was setting on us. A strange freshness spreads to my wrist. The color… tis the same as Stream powered eyes. All the attention is drawn to me again, as my bracelet has become the source of light.
"What in Dante's ninth hell are you doing?" snaps Bakura.
"I-I don't know!"
"We're not old enough yet," is what little me had said in the memory.
Can only Shayee who are of age come down here? That is the only explanation. If that's the case, it must be Atem's first time here as well. But why was my blood the key as well? He is the son of the king. And how come orichalcum glows like so? I can ask none of those questions.
Then, the walls disappear as we emerge into a much more spacious area. I can't help but pinch myself as I contemplate the temple-like features of this place. It's as if we've stepped into an illustration in one of Seto's books on ancient Greece. Fifty ships could fit in this room with ease. Sculpted pillars hold up a ceiling incrusted with gold and silver. As soon as we have emerged here, metal recipients hanging from the ceiling began burning with green-like fire, bathing the room in an unusual light. On one side, rows and rows of shelves aligned against the walls and going all the way up to the ceiling overflow with books and manuscripts holding unparalleled knowledge from ancient times no doubt.
Three things immediately catch my eye.
One, how clean the magnificent palace is. Or perhaps it is a temple? No one has set foot down here for at least twelve years. And yet, every surface shines like a mirror, easily sending us back our reflections.
Two, it matches Atem's depiction of our motherland to the slightest detail. Statues, manuscripts of forgotten knowledge, carved and gold incrusted walls… It's all here, staring us in the face. There can be no denying the link between the sunken city and the Shayee anymore.
Three, the carvings in the walls. There are more writings, spelled with the same alphabet as the key words on the pool of the cave. But the images have my attention. They represent people reading books, sharing knowledge. Soldiers in bright silver and green armors, brandishing frighteningly shaped weapons. People in long colourful togas holding shining rocks towards the sky while others others grovelled before it. Besides the obvious presence of the orichalcum, I can't make sense of any of it.
A heavy silence dominates the temple. Everyone — Bakura and Pegasus included— try to take in as much of the impossible sight before them. The former quartermaster is speechless for once.
"Lord Almighty," finally says the admiral, leaving the platform, twisting his neck to admire the ceiling. "To think you were hiding remains of the lost city beneath your island… now that is impressive. I suppose this is where the ruler of Atlantis sat."
All follow his gaze towards the other end of the temple. Surrounded by gigantic statues of sea monsters, decorated with gold and diamonds atop a flights of polished marble stairs, stands an immense throne. At the foot of the stairs, is a fountain of turquoise water, eerily similar to the one in the cave albeit no scriptures surround it. Behind it, a large chimney shaped like the mouth of a fish burns bright with blue fire, making shadows dance around the terrifying throne.
"What a contrast with the simple lives and home of the Shayee," adds the admiral chuckling. "Wouldn't you say so, Lady Yugi?"
What can I respond to that? Nothing here resembles the Shayee. It is a palace of riches beyond imagination. I doubt any kingdom today or even in human history compares. But it's so cold and empty… Goosebumps cover my skin and I wrap my arms around myself. The earlier sense of dread is still very present.
"We're not supposed to be here," I repeat under my breath.
"You're wrong."
The last thing I had expected was for the those words to come out of Atem's mouth. He smiles at me, unbothered by our predicament anymore. Cold fingers gently graze my cheek. More shivers travel down my spine, but I don't believe the cause is the ice-like touch anymore.
"We are home," he tells me.
The envious eyes turn towards the magnificent throne. Without any hesitation, he makes his way towards the fountain. I understand too late what he's doing.
"Wait! Don—"
Atem slips his head under the stream pouring from the statue's mouth before I can even finish my sentence. In mere moments, darkness is stripped from his thick hair. For the first time, I see the mane of intertwined fire red, golden blond and pitch black locks. For a moment, its sheer beauty and majesty make me forget all else…before gasps and other manifestations of shock bounce off the marble walls, snapping the admiral and his goons out of their respective trances.
Why here? Why now? In theory this changes nothing. Bakura could've ratted him out as any moment. So why do I feel so uneasy?
"And so it is true," says the smirking admiral, not the least bit surprised. "This certainly explains a lot."
Without sparing Pegasus a glance, Atem shakes the water out of his thick main and makes his way up the marble stairs until he reaches the lavish throne. His hand explores the carvings for a few moments, under the all too quiet gazes of his audience.
"For someone who claimed to have never seen this place, you sure seem familiar with it, Mr Sennen," finally says Pegasus.
"Why would a king not know the way to his own throne, ignorant fool?"
The temple's temperature falls as my kin turns around that same imperious look on his face accompanied by utter disdain. My heart begins hammering in my chest at the blatant scorn in his words. Antagonizing Pegasus now would serve no purpose but to accelerate the promised fate of my family and of the Millennium crew. Is he mad?
"I beg your pardon?" asks Pegasus, raising the eyebrow of his absent eye.
"I must thank you, admiral." Atem turns around, looking down on his audience. Slowly, he takes place onto the atlantean throne, sitting up straight and embodying royalty. "Your folly has allowed us to reclaim the true heritage of our people. For that, at least, you deserve credit."
What are you doing, Atem?
"That's all well and good, captain," replies Pegasus. "But I believe you still have your end of the bargain to fulfil. Unless the fate of your crewmates no longer concerns you. Delaying the inevitable would be quite foolish."
To my horror, Atem laughs at the subtle threat and I'm quite certain I've stopped breathing. I barely recognise my other half.
"More foolish than a man who wishes to revive a pile of ash and bones?" says the Shayee king. "For all its prowess, the orichalcum has yet to conquer death. You're a madman chasing a fairy tale, though one could hardly blame you for trying."
"Atem!" I finally interjected, my shaking voice hiding none of the gut-wrenching fear twisting my insides.
My cry of desperation gets the attention of my kin, whose fanatic eyes soften with pity when landing on me.
"You look so scared, my love. Do their empty threats still frighten you?"
You scare me more…
"Look around, Yugi. It's filled with the memories of our predecessors. Can't you feel the knowledge and power of the orichalcum calling to our blood? Begging to be wielded by its rightful masters."
The words coming out of his mouth would look better on Marik, Gozaburo or even Pegasus. Was my soulmate, a Shayee who lost everything to greed, capable of being consumed by it in mere moments? I understand now that whatever lingers in these perfect ruins doesn't affect us in the same way.
"Empty threats?" repeats Pegasus, visibly irritated this time. "I assure you I intend to make good on my word, should the both of you decide to waste my time."
Atem's tender eyes roll before glaring at Pegasus with disdain. "You don't understand, admiral. The moment you've impudently stepped foot inside this sacred place, you've put yourself at the mercy of Atlantis."
He extends a hand towards, gaze focused on the middle of the room. "Clauden."
As soon as the word leave his mouth, the ground beneath us begins shaking. The carvings on the wall light up with the greenish light of the orichalcum. Behind us, the platform that had taken us down rapidly rises from the ground in the form of a giant pillar, closing our entrance way, effectively trapping all of us inside. Exclamations of fear and protest leave the dozen or so navy men as they helplessly watch the pillar rise until it stops.
"This place will be your tomb," declares Atem. "But you can take solace in the fact that you'll be reunited with your wife, Pegasus. Is that not what you wished for?"
Too many questions rush through my mind. What has come over him? How did he know how to do that? Why does the whole place respond to him? How can he say such cruel words? None of which I can have answers to.
The clicking of readjusting metal pulls me out of my paralyzed mind. Having reached the edge of sanity, I'm sure, one of the navy men points his musket at Atem. Immediately, the cold sensation of the Stream spreads from my chest and all ache vanishes.
I slam into the soldier's side, sending him to the ground and the bullet misses the throne by a mile. My mistake. As soon as the others notice my eyes, more muskets come up.
"I told you not to threaten them, you daft bastard!" shouts Bakura, grabbing the muzzles of one of the firearms and directing it towards the ground. "Do you want to die?"
Hesitantly, the soldiers lower their weapons. So he had warned them about the Stream. Maybe not in extensive details, but enough for them to know. Yet another strange decision on his part. But I've no time to be perplexed about the traitorous quartermaster's actions. Pegasus hasn't so much as moved from his spot, but he's visibly distraught despite his composed demeanor.
"What now, Shayee king," he asks, looking me up and down before turning his gaze back to Atem whose irises already match mine. "We are armed and you are not. Do you plan to keep this stand off going until we all starve? Surely, you don't expect us to stand idly by."
Another mocking yet joyless laugh escapes my kin. "Worry not. You won't have time to starve. And I assure you my bare hands will be sufficient." He turns to me. "Thank you for the contagion, love. Now these fools can finally see."
Pegasus opens his mouth only for a strident noise to interrupt his answer. The eardrum-piercing cry forces nearly all of the soldiers to cover their ears and the room seems to shake again. It sounds like the song of a sea mammal but none I can recognize or identify the emotion within it.
It comes from the opposite end of the room, where a large marble staircase descends into dark waters.
The ripples stop the moment the cries stop but the ominous feeling spreads to all in the room— with the obvious exception of Atem.
Eternally long moments pass by, as we stare at the water.
Then bubbles begin disturbing the surface. Quickly, they increase in size and speed, agitating the water. Something is coming…
My heart leaps out of my chest when an enormous pitch black form breaks the surface and rises from the water, dragging a long and large serpentine body behind it. And like that, another fragment comes to mind.
No doubt about it. This is the dark form I saw hovering over Atem's father when we broke the rules, twelve years ago. The black shadow with Stream-like eyes which I saw in a dream on Shayee island. The sea serpent opens its enormous jaw to let out another strident scream.
"OPEN FIRE!" someone shouts.
The firing noise of muskets and pistols fills the temple, resonating off its polishes walls. But the creature doesn't so much as flinch as the bullets hit their mark and get absorbed into its quicksand like skin. On the contrary, it seems… almost indifferent to the attack, looking down on the room from its mighty height. Paralyzed, I can only stare.
When only the clicking of metallic triggers are left, the creature slips out of the water, dragging itself towards the throne in slow fashion. The terrified crowd moves out of the way, while the serpent pays them no mind, instead focusing its gaze on Atem. The latter is standing with an expression tightrope walking between amazement and folly.
They gaze into their identical irises, gaging something I can't see. Its head is bigger than the throne itself. It could no doubt devour it.
"Do you still serve the king, keeper of Atlantis?" asks Atem.
In response, the serpent lowers its head, bowing. I can't so much as move, my muscles turned to stone and my feet somehow merged with the ground. A smirk worthy of Marik's greed stretches out on my kin's face.
"Then heed my first order, Leviathan! Take my other half somewhere safe while I pass judgement on the intruders. She has witnessed more than enough unsightly scenes."
"W-What?" I'm finally able to squeak out.
"Worry not, lovely. I will call for you as soon as our home has been purified of these pests. I shan't be long."
Purify? Unsightly scenes? Every alarm bell in my mind rings in panic, knowing full well that he'll be true to his word. He has every intention to kill them.
It's not you. What are you doing?
I have to protest. To stop him. I take a step.
"Wait—"
By the time the word makes it out of my mouth, I'm staring into the wide open maw of the serpent. In mere moments, a grey forked tongue wraps around my waste and I'm yanked into pitched darkness.
Despite the beasts tongue holding me securely, I can feel the movement of the serpent returning to the water. No matter how much I pinch and scratch at my surroundings like a trapped fox chewing at its limbs, it doesn't seem to affect the monster at all. The Stream seems useless against it. My heart is in my throat, choking me.
I can't help but notice how strange this creature is. There is no saliva or any kind of moist surface in here. It is dry as a desert. No foul smell of last meal comes up from the throat. The tongue around my waste feels like leather. In fact, I can't even feel an aerial current. Like this thing is not alive.
No matter how futile, I still kick and scratch to free myself.
"I have to go back," I shout. "If I don't, he's going to…"
I can't say it, barely think it. Whatever was possessing my other half would devour him wholly if he were to accomplish his macabre judgement. And I'll lose him forever. My limbs become heavy but I still hit, pathetically. Weakly. Uselessly. Until finally tears escape my eyes.
"Please," I beg to God or whoever else was listening, choking on a sob. "I have to go back. Please…"
Utter despair doesn't have time to settle in before I hear the sound of water surface breaking and the monster's jaw opens, finally allowing dim light in. With surprising delicacy, the gigantic maw and forked tongue puts me down on dry stone. Lucien moss lights the small cave and my bracelet still shines brightly.
The creature's giant Stream eyes stay on me, showing no sign of aggression or ill-intent as I back away against the wall. I take in the terrifying sight. By all means, depiction of the Leviathan I've seen in Seto's book do not do justice to the monster in front of me. Only its eyes seem to carry life.
Once certain the beast won't bite me, I dare to look around. There is no exit and the entrance is barely big enough for the serpent to fit through. The only way I can leave is if it lets me.
"Please," I say against all odds, addressing the creature. "I have to stop him. I made a promise. I swore I wouldn't leave him…. or let him lose himself anymore…"
There is a shift in its irises. Blue seems to fade to grey for a moment, as if pity clouded his eyes. It looks…sad somehow. The serpent's massive head begins twisting and shrinking on itself, all in an ear-tormenting cacophony of cracking bones. I watch in disgust its traits bend and melt, crumbling onto themselves until I discern the features of a man's torso. Long greyish blue hair, long skeleton-thin arms and skin remaining the same dirt-brown color as the snake's body slowly emerge. His lower half retains its serpent form, but he remains large enough for me to hold in the palm of his hand.
When the half-man half-serpent creature finally opens its blue eyes, my jaw is grazing the floor. I might just faint if any other bizarre occurrence manifests itself to me today.
"Parcei mihith, iuben iubenem mei."
It spoke. The serpent just spoke to me. Or he spoke to me, I suppose? 'Forgive me, child of my children'. Again, just like Atem, I have no trouble understanding the old tongue.
"What ar— Who are you?" I manage to let out.
"A criminal serving his sentence, child," he responds with surprisingly soothing and quiet. "I was cursed by the divine for my crimes. And I cannot rebel against my curse. As your other half cannot rebel against his."
The questions pour out of my mouth. "You were human before? What do you mean by curse? Who cursed you? And what does it have to do with Atem?"
The sad fog in his eyes seemed to thicken.
"I once was Dartz, king of Atlantis. As well as the fool who doomed his own people and passed down his wretched greed to his descendants for the last ten thousand years."
Told ya old friends would be showing up! ;) Sorry again for the insufferable tardiness. Life gets in the way and not always in the most fun way. But I can tell you for sure this story will be completed by chapter 50 if not sooner. Soooo... bear with me a little longer?
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