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Strange Interlude

Chapter 21

Jennifer woke the next morning, dazed and dizzy. Her head hurtbadly as did her wrists and ankles. The sun shone brightly through the room's circular sunroof, blinding her when she looked up to guess at the time. Crawling out of the wool blankets that were her bed, on wobbly legs she stood and made for the wooden door of her room.

She pushed on it slightly, the normally fast-swinging door that fiercely opened at the softest touch, today crashed into some object blocking the way of its sway. A bucket filled with water, having been bumped, let some of its contents splash out and spill onto the hard rock floor, floating across its surface to Jennifer's bare feet. A startled gasp let the adolescent and her audience know what she had hit.

Squatting low she quickly reached through the crack of the door and found the dripping water bucket. Inching it away from the area of the door's swing, Jennifer was able to exit the room, but the sudden act of standing up caused blood to rush to her head. She lost her balance and stumbled from the portico to the ground next to the still-sloshing, half-empty pail of water.

Holding her head and inhaling deeply, she tried to think on why she had been given a bucket. She thought hard on what day it was and what had happened the day before.

"Let's see," she thought, "I remember talking to Sesshomaru…about…"

Flashes of wood and air, night and flame flitted through her fragile psyche. Her mind wrapped loosely around these pictures of her night in the woods and the strange dream of fire. But her memory would not serve her to remember the rest of that day. She then saw several images that perplexed her even more so: a malevolent darkness she couldn't quite see, a sympathetic white warmth that had held her a while, and the sounds of the sobs of a small girl.

The darkness frightened her. Jennifer had never known the horrible loneliness that vision of evil exuded. What was it, she wondered. The more time spent dwelling on these thoughts, the closer Jennifer felt she was at an answer. The darkness flowed and undulated like tendrils of hair in water, emanating unsettling evil with every wave. His dusky red eyes, the whites of which barely showed through the smoky barrier between him and her, shone with malice and hatred. Jennifer sat on the ground, grasping the handle of the water pail, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration on that face; the name of the evil on the tip of her tongue.

The shutting of a nearby door and the appearance of Sesshomaru interrupted her thoughts.

"Awake, are you?" he asked her, staring down and raising an eyebrow to her position on the floor. "You experienced quite a fall; it is surprising that you are up."

Jennifer's concentration was broke and that clue to her missing memory was lost forever, "Huh?" she said confused. "I fell?"

"Yes," said Sesshomaru. "The cuts on your legs, the bruises on your head, arms, and ankles…were caused by a fall."

Jennifer rubbed her left wrist. She didn't remember falling.

Sesshomaru continued, "You must have been playing too close to the edge, slipped, and fallen down the mountain. That day I found you, very hurt, but still alive. You have been sleeping for three days now."

Jennifer thought a moment and nodded in confusion, as if she were still unsure of what Sesshomaru said was true.

"It's…Friday then?" she asked.

"No, girl, it's Thursday," Sesshomaru wearily replied.

Jennifer scratched her head, "Oh." Her eyes turned to the bucket of water, "Is my bath early this week?"

"Yes," answered he, noble ruler of the Western Lands, "you are filthy."

Jennifer briefly smiled and Sesshomaru walked listlessly to the mouth of the cave. A grunt, a slosh, and the shutting of the crude wooden door, led Sesshomaru to believe that the girl had returned to her room. And so he walked outside toward the plateau's edge and gazed into the morning sky, letting his thoughts float about him.

"Apparently her memory was wiped clean. Naraku's doing? Or her own feeble mind's attempt to block the horrible? It can never be known what exactly Naraku did to her, or why he had given her up so easily. Something was wrong with Naraku that day. It was far too easy to destroy his puppets and see through his tricks. Could the self-proclaimed demon have actually weakened so? or was this another one of his traps? The girl is truly she, no mistake, and I sense no defilement or attempt at espionage. But how can the girl not remember her near two weeks in captivity? Her mind believes that time has not passed since her capture. She so easily accepted the lies I fed her; perhaps it is all the better that she not know the truth…"

While the stoic demon lord stewed on complex thoughts, plots, and other things a demon such as he might think about, Jennifer lay in the shadow of the cave entrance looking out at her keeper. She knew she was given this chance to bathe, but she had the sneaking suspicion Sesshomaru was up to something. And so she watched him stand at the edge of the rock, great zephyrs pounding at him. He stood poised and still, immutable to the wind's fierce push. His gaze was intense, one that could not be broken, even with her obvious sneaking. Jennifer got close enough to determine the turned gaze of Sesshomaru, and settled into a staring stewing of her own.

"Sesshomaru seems awfully quiet, almost as if sad or worried about something," she pondered. "I guess when I fell and was hurt physically, he was hurt emotionally. Could he really get so worked up over me? But that would go against his anti-emotion programming. The thought of him considering my health is a comforting one, but if so, why can't I remember the fall he said happened?"

She silently rubbed her head, and let out a very audible sigh.

Jennifer watched wide-eyed as Sesshomaru's eyes once facing forward, glazed and contemplative, suddenly blinked and stared right at her.

Jennifer swallowed the gasp that was about to escape her lips. She had been found out, and now what would Sesshomaru do?

But, perhaps to go against Jennifer's expectations, Sesshomaru only blinked again, eyes forward once more, and took a step off the cliff.

Jennifer let loose the gasp she had held and scrambled forward to the edge of the mountain's plateau, gazing frantically for Sesshomaru. Several seconds passed that she looked among the trees for her dog-general prince, until she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she found that Sesshomaru was already speeding away toward the horizon, ethereal being gliding above the treetops with the grace and speed of the flaming phoenix.

"Wow," Jennifer marveled, "How awesome it is to fly!"

Jennifer emerged an hour later, squeegying the last of her wet hair, ripping through the knots with her primitive comb. She had changed into one of the outfits Sesshomaru had gotten her, as she had used her excess bath water to clean her cherished American clothes. After hanging the tiny shirt and shorts on a clothesline, the girl from the future had set up in her room, Jennifer had time now to rest and straighten out her tangled, damp hair.

"No shampoo, no conditioner, if he complains about my smell, how am I supposed to fix that without even a soap? Honestly!" she muttered, picking furiously at a wet wad of hair at the back of her head.

Jennifer walked through the main cave area, seating herself on a smooth rock jutting from the wall near the floor, a natural bench. She busied herself with deep thoughts as her hair was sorted and combed. She, the heavy footfalls and lumbering shadow noticed not, and gasped upon realizing Sesshomaru's approach, oh, say after he stood over her and a lock of long silver hair fell from his shoulder to hit her cheek.

"S-Sesshomaru-sama!" she blushed, quickly standing and backing away from him.

He stood upright, and plain-voiced to her spoke, "If you are done, let us then leave."

"Leave? Leave where? Where are we going?"

Sesshomaru tilted his head to glance curiously at the human female, "Are you not hungry?"

Jennifer slightly shook her head, "What does that mean?" she thought, but then a loud and low growl rumbled from the pit of her stomach, sounding her body's response to Sesshomaru's question. Jennifer blushed.

Sesshomaru, instead of rolling his eyes, merely turned his head toward the bright light of day. With sudden entrance appeared the midget Jaken atop his two-headed dragon. Sesshomaru slowly made his way to the scaly steed. Jennifer frantically made smooth her semi-dry, imperfect back-length hair, and hurried after her keeper, dropping the white stone comb from her lap to the floor.

And soon they were off, Jennifer's so perfectly placed hair was blown askew by the winds and speed of their dragon courier. Sesshomaru's hair, on the other hand, flew gracefully behind him appearing as an undulating silvery cloud. Which village would they stop at today? Which village would suit their needs and the needy female with he precious food?

Sesshomaru's sole purpose was to keep the girl alive and in his cave, but why, he often asked himself. So selfishly he hid her, caged her, but why was it he so ardently kept her? When the half-demon Naraku had taken the girl away from him, Sesshomaru thought he could do well without her, but a silent nagging ate at him. He allowed her to be taken.

Now that Jennifer had returned to him, Sesshomaru would have to return to life before her capture. If he were to keep her, it would be necessary to feed her, and this Sesshomaru did not mind. But why didn't he mind? Why would he, Demon Lord of the Western Lands, go to the trouble of ransacking these villages for her? How bothersome it was, this whole ordeal of feeding his pet. Choosing a village to pillage wasn't hard; they were all easy targets for plunder, but to languid Sesshomaru, the entire act was just so…annoying:

Jaken would land the impressive dragon in the middle of town, amidst the crude stands of a bustling market, scaring the villagers out of their wits and away from their shops. Sometimes the braver of the male villagers would try and attack, thinking themselves strong enough to take on a demon, and Sesshomaru would have to step in and "fix" the problem; all this to much chiding from the human, Jennifer. She'd then walk around and hesitantly take from the poor merchant villagers what she needed, be it food or clothing, constantly faltering, muttering to herself, and complaining. Several hour-long minutes later, she with her armful would return to the dragon and the ordeal would be over, silence once again overtaking the trio.

"How bothersome and unnecessary," thought Sesshomaru. "And to think that this cycle is to begin again…"

Down below, Ah-Un and company could see the scenery's swirl slow and become clearer. A quaint little village nestled in the foothills of a tall pike was approaching them, their day's objective. But today, rather than continue the former Tradition in Excellence, Sesshomaru ordered Jaken to land the two-headed beast some ways beyond the outskirts of this target mountain town.

Jaken followed his master's orders, but questioned as to the change of routine.

Sesshomaru answered, "It is tiring to have to trek so far and to so many villages. If we do not take an aggressive approach in dealing with this place, we may return again."

Jennifer silently agreed with his logic and jumped off. Sesshomaru made no attempt to follow.

"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked. She had never been without his escort.

Sesshomaru answered looking away, "I'd rather not."

Jennifer was perplexed, "You're…letting me go?" And when he didn't answer she elaborated, "You're actually going to let me go in the village by myself?" And when this also harbored no response from stone-faced Sesshomaru, assuming the positive, persistent Jennifer demanded of him, "But what if I run away?"

Sesshomaru, a sigh of weariness on his lips, replied, "You won't."

Jennifer, "How can you say that? You don't believe I can easily run and hide in the village?!"

A sudden puff of exhalation came from his thin nose when he answered, "If you had wanted to run away, you would have already done so."

Jennifer opened her mouth to speak, but she could think of nothing to challenge him. She fell quiet.

Until she managed to look up at Sesshomaru, asking, "You trust me?"

Sesshomaru suddenly made eye contact with her, "Such a strange characteristic of humanity, this concept of trust," then aloud, "If that is what you wish to call it, then yes. I trust you."

"Oh my gosh! For Sesshomaru even this simple consideration is so out of character," thought Jennifer.

But this still did not ease her, "Uh…er…what will I use for money? I can't just steal the food like I did when you and Jaken were around."

"Hold out your hand." Emotionless as usual, Sesshomaru spoke as he held out his fist. Long clawed fingers opened, releasing over a dozen gold coins into Jennifer's open palms.

"Wow," Jennifer mouthed.

Eloquently clad, Jennifer entered the dusty village. She noticed several pairs of eyes follow her as she crossed chicken feeding yards and feces-covered paths farther into the village. She walked up to the nearest farmer tending a small garden.

"Excuse me," spoke she, paying close attention to her grammar and pronunciation, "I am interested in purchasing your vegetables. I am willing to pay a lot for them."

She showed the man her coins. The villager's eyes widened, golden hues reflecting off their glassy surfaces.

After only a second's hesitation did the farmer stutter a reply, "Wh-Why yes, Princess! R-Right away!"

"Princess?"

Jennifer examined herself: She was a foreigner, she was wearing a long elaborate kimono, and had entered a poor village with lots of money.

"I see…" connived the ebony-haired fox.

The farmer showered her with the best of his produce, all in exchange for one of Sesshomaru's gold coins. This commotion attracted even more villagers who showed off their wares in hope of pleasing the foreign princess. Each one felt a strange lust toward those golden tokens of hers.

Jennifer bought lettuce and cabbage, apples and starfruit. From the villagers she obtained hand-woven silk and countless other things she was sure she could not truly afford or carry. Most of these items were frivolous and unnecessary, but Jennifer couldn't refuse the townpeople's generous offers. These people were so genial and familiar.

"Loyal villagers," she commanded them, raising her hand, "You have been very kind and have given me much of what I require, and for this I am very grateful, but there still remains one thing I need to purchase. What I require above all else is meat. Mayhap you all know where I may purchase some butchered pork or beef?"

The men and women of the village seemed to hesitate for a moment, before grabbing her things and rushing her down the road to a large, manor-style house.

The first farmer grabbed hold of her arm and talked to her as the others scurried around her, tugging at her silk sleeves and admiring her curly hair, "The man who lives here raises the pigs. It's the finest pork around, but the guy's a little crazy. He don't say much, especially since the fire."

The hurried party now arrived at the door of the pig farmer. The elder villager began to pound on the door, "Kenji! Kenji! Open up, there's a customer out here for ya! She's a princes, and she's got gold!"

"Kenji?"

The door opened slightly. The boisterous crowd quieted a little. At the door was a young man about Jennifer's age. He had long brown hair, scruffy traces of beard, and brown eyes. When Jennifer looked into his large half-closed eyes, she felt a strange familiarity to them.

"This boy looks just like Kenji…"

When the same realization hit the man, his sad eyes opened wide.

"Jennifer?"

"Kenji?"

The man-boy looked confused, "I-I thought you were dead."

Jennifer gasped, "What? Why?"

Kenji took Jennifer by the arms.

"You never arrived at my cousin's. We went searching for you, but only heard stories of wolf demons in the countryside. I was afraid you'd been eaten."

Jennifer responded, "Well, sort of. It's a long story."

Kenji was still amazed, "I can't believe it. You're really alive. His beautiful brown eyes were welling with tears. It both flattered and worried Jennifer.

She quickly wrapped her arms around him, "Kenji, I'm so glad to see you!"

Kenji immediately held her tight. He would never let her go.

The villagers around them stood staring for the longest time, until they began to put two and two together. A flurry of whispers then ensued.

Immediately after Jennifer had left on her iter solum, Sesshomaru jumped from his dragon and commanded Jaken to leave.

"But master," the little toad protested, "What about the girl? Are we going to leave her here?"

"You are," Sesshomaru replied.

Jaken was taken aback, "I am!? What! What would I leave her for? What about you?"

"Then you want to wait for her?" Sesshomaru coolly responded.

Jaken was flabbergasted. How was it that every time he spoke, Sesshomaru would somehow find a way to turn his words around? He stuttered, "Wh-Why no! I just don't see why we'd just leave her here, is all. Not after you've been so fond of keeping her."

The instant he spoke, Jaken knew he would regret his words. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, waiting for some frightening whack to befall his wrinkly bald head.

But nothing came. Sesshomaru only answered:

"Again, Jaken, only you are leaving. I will take care of things."

And with that the great lord leapt high into the air, taking his heavenly perch above the village.

Jaken sighed and turned Ah-Un around, "Sesshomaru lies then. His promise of trust was a lie."

From high above, Sesshomaru could view the entire town.

"Trust," he scoffed, "Such an irrelevant concept. Who should care if I watch her. I know she would not try anything, but this is only for…"

Sesshomaru watched Jennifer wander through the dirt roads, cautiously approaching the first villager. He watched the old man become frantic when she showed off the gold, and then nearly laughed when a rush of poor farmers surrounded her, holding up their valued produce.

Sesshomaru never did, of course. Joy was a ridiculous emotion.

Sesshomaru continued to watch. Jennifer had collected many things, all of which she could not herself carry. The throng of people around her then began taking her to a nearby house. The largest in the village, Sesshomaru observed. The door of the house slid open and there in front of her stood a young male.

Then something happened that he did not expect.

Jennifer threw her arms around the boy opposite her and they shared a deep embrace.

Sesshomaru's eyes flared. He was filled with such sudden rage that for the next few seconds he could not think.

Jennifer was so very happy to see Kenji. He was the closest thing she'd had to a true friend since arriving in the feudal era, so it was very comforting to get to hug him, and she was sure he felt the same.

They broke their embrace and smiled at each other.

"I'm so glad you're here!" Kenji said, his eyes alight as she or the villagers around them had ever seen. "You have no idea how happy I am."

Jennifer smiled, "I'm glad too."

Kenji took her hand and took a step inside his house, "Do you want to come inside? I'll make something to eat, and you can relax and tell me where you've been."

Jennifer thought a moment. Sesshomaru wouldn't mind waiting a couple of hours for her.

"Sure," she smiled, stepping with him over the threshold.

But before she could take another step inside, a bright orange light whizzed by out of the corner of her eye. Her head snapped toward the offending vision and saw a giant fireball slam into a nearby hut, totally decimating it. Debris flew everywhere smoke furrowing from the wreckage.

Several more fireballs came immediately following the first, setting the surrounding houses ablaze. Kenji's hut was the only one seemingly unaffected by the unusual hailstorm.

The villagers panicked and fled, scurrying through street and field. Kenji gasped and on instinct whirled Jennifer around and held her close. She could feel his nervous breath catching in her hair. Jennifer watched in horror as the last of the villagers' huts was thrown apart by flame.

Then a great flash of white descended fiercely upon the confused group of villagers some twenty feet away from Kenji's stoop. The aura faded and there stood Sesshomaru, the fire all around them reflected his gaze.

In a burst of speed, the demon lunged forward and with his one arm snagged Jennifer around the middle, and ripping her away from Kenji's grasp, shot up into the air. Jennifer shrieked and looked back at the rapidly diminishing Kenji. He stared up at her with such sadness; it made Jennifer's eyes well with tears.

Sesshomaru tossed the girl aside. She flew some few feet behind him and was stopped by some unseen force. She was paralyzed in the air, staring down at her friend, unsure of what would happen next. Smoke was filtering high up into the air, shading her view, and causing her to cough. With smoke watering her eyes she saw what happened next:

Sesshomaru had prepared for one final attack. This would all end very soon. Jennifer screamed for Kenji to run, but Kenji, whether too far away to hear or perhaps accepting his fate, did not move.

With a great crack of thunder and the gigantic ball of flame was hurled toward the young man.

Through smoke, ash, and tear, Jennifer watched Kenji mouth three words seconds before the blast hit, and he was utterly destroyed.

"Kenji!" Jennifer screamed, the loud explosion muting her cry. Seconds later the smoke cleared, revealing a small crater where once a brave man stood.

"…I love you, too…" she whispered as Sesshomaru flew away from the desolate scene, mysteriously moving her along with him.

Jennifer wept the entire way. She kept her face hidden, disgraced, shamed, sad, and broken. Sesshomaru remained silent, and only slowly continued onward toward 'home', Jennifer involuntarily trailing behind him.

When they were near the mountain, Sesshomaru suddenly stopped. He descended and through the trees landed in a shady clearing, Jennifer landing softly next to him.

She hardly noticed the change, and when she did, wouldn't give it a second thought. Her thoughts still dwelled on the day's more important events.

"How could he do this? To that harmless village? To Kenji? To me? That cruel! Heartless! … Beast! How could he? He said he trusted me to go alone. He told me he wouldn't interfere. And he went spying on me!

"I didn't do anything wrong! How could he just kill Kenji like that? I only just saw him. I only wanted to go inside his home! Why then would Sesshomaru kill him and the villagers? It's been so long since I's seen Kenji, and when I actually see him again, I have to watch him die!"

Jennifer turned to look up at Sesshomaru for the first time since landing in the dusty little clearing. He stood straight, head turned toward the skies. He felt her gaze and slowly turned his head to stare down at her with his cold, emotionless eyes. Tears readily streamed down her face. No matter how much she was embarrassed of crying in front of him, she could not stop the flood of emotion.

"Will he kill me too? Has he no regard for life at all?"

"She's crying again." Sesshomaru thought, "I did nothing to warrant such. Foolish humans and their 'feelings'. The boy was a threat, and had to be eliminated.

"A threat? To what? Surely not to me. No creature poses a threat to Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands and Son of the Great Dog General. But when they met in a hug, I felt…something."

"So evil and heartless! He really must have no care for anyone or anything. Would he have killed Kenji otherwise? If he understood human emotions, he would have been able to tell that Kenji and I meant no harm. We were good friends…really good friends, I guess. Could that be what Sesshomaru was trying to prevent? Me loving Kenji? But why would he care? He's an emotionless swine! He doesn't care for anybody but himself! Or…does he?

"…

"This is such a weird silence…"

"Um…Sesshomaru-sama," she spoke quietly. His eyes returned again to her wet, ash-covered face. Strange though that this obviously unattractive sight was really quite beautiful to him. She continued, "Please tell me why you destroyed the village."

Sesshomaru again thought. Surely he, First Son of the Esteemed Dog General, King over all Lands Both West and South, would not be swayed by this one human girl. Then again, his father had fallen for a human. Why then couldn't he? Sesshomaru instantly pushed his thought from his mind. Preposterous.

"Complications arose that needed to be dealt with," he finally said

"Complications?" thought Jennifer, "Does he mean Kenji?"

She cleared her throat, "Sir? Would that be the boy I was with? Kenji?"

Sesshomaru's eyes darted farther away from her, so he would not have to see her pleading, ashen face. When he did this, Sesshomaru could then feel her eyes bore into the side of his head, quietly probing his mind for an answer. Could he admit to her that he maybe…? Should he tell her how he quite possibly had…? How could Sesshomaru even tell the girl what couldn't to himself even utter?

He took in a deep breath.

"I apologize…for making a scene at the village. I was watching you overhead. I did this to make sure you were…I was not planning to get involved. But when I saw you 'greet' that other human…so passionately, I felt…"

"Jealous?" Jennifer offered.

"Jealously?" he quickly returned, "A fickle human emotion. You dare impose that base human quality onto me, girl?"

Jennifer couldn't help but smile, "He was jealous! That's so cute! Maybe he's not a heartless animal after all; maybe he actually cares about someone other than himself. On no! That 'someone else' is me! Does he like me then? Was he serious about that whole 'have my hanyou' business? That means…but why would he…" broken, blushing thoughts continued to run through her head. Her pale, tear-stricken face suddenly became quite red. Sesshomaru noticed this and was perplexed.

But suddenly she looked up at him; a strange sympathetic, yet uneasy, smile came over her. She quickly stood, and Sesshomaru was surprised, wondering what next she would do.

Jennifer slowly walked towards him, unsure of what Sesshomaru would do when she did what she wanted to do, but when she was within a foot of him and she still had her head, she quit her hesitation. She smiled as good a smile as she could and flung herself onto him. Jennifer wrapped her arms around his tough arm and squeezed him, nuzzling her head into the fur of his shawl.

"He must have been really mad when Kenji and I hugged. Oh, Sesshomaru!" she thought, but then aloud said, "I'm sorry."

Sesshomaru was shocked to say the least. He had no idea what she was sorry for, and also had no idea why he allowed her to get so close. Normally, he would have killed anyone who even thought of getting near him, but this human had changed that in him. Jennifer was different; she was special.

He awkwardly placed his own arm around her back and let it rest on her shoulder. "Some hug," the recesses of Jennifer's mind teased.

But Sesshomaru had some different thoughts, "Yes, it was jealousy I felt. I have come to terms with that. But this other feeling…the one that spawned the jealousy. Could it really be care and concern for this human I feel? Do I love her?" He almost grimaced at the thought, "But surely it is shameful for a demon to love a human." But he allowed the audacious thought to continue, thinking, "Who should care if I have feelings for this human? It is even more shameful, I think, to shun this love my father has given me. I should instead be thankful for it. Thankful for the attention, and the care, and the love."

A/N: Ugh, I really don't like that last line. Originally the line was: "I should be thankful that for the first time in my life, I feel whole." Ugh, but that's even grosser. Had to be changed. Quite a leap for old man Sesshomaru to be all in touch with his feelings and what not, but I did my best to kinda glaze over it. When I first wrote this chapter (over a year ago) it was Chapter 11. Can you imagine? This happening at Chapter 11. I mean, he would have just gotten her, they would have just encountered InuYasha, and the day before discussed the 'Have my hanyou.' thing. Too fast! Too fast indeed. Well, maybe not. Cuz now things have been moving pretty slow.

Next, I'm going to answer Kimiki's question. I already told her this, but here'll be a more detailed explanation. She asked if Strange Interlude was almost finished.

Gosh! You're so tired of the story already? I'm hurt! Sniff, Sniff. Not really.

Let's see…this was Chapter 21, and next to follow is a loneliness chapter, cuz Sesshomaru is still abandoning her. Some time will pass in this chapter and there'll be real desperation (Insert Confession and Confusion here). Then finally there is some actual interaction between the two and then a major fluff scene. So that brings us up to Chapter 24 and there we're not even halfway done. So I'd expect at least fifty chapters by the time all this is over. Le sigh…my epic is going to take a long, LONG time to relate.

But I'm so busy with my Extended Essay! Pout, pout. Well, at least tomorrow's Christmas. Hooray! Final Fantasy VII! Sore butt! Joy!

Well, everyone go read Crow T. R0bot's story like I told you to, like seven chapters ago. It's really good! He just needs to get off his arse and write Chapter 5!

Just kidding!

Well, there was something else I was going to say, but I can't remember. Oh yeah! Check out my bio page. There's a link to my blog. And also; In reference to the Latin in this chapter. I wanted to write 'lonely journey' or 'solo journey', but I couldn't think of the word in Latin of that adjective and could only think of solus –a –um which means only, alone, and/or sole. Which kinda doesn't fit. 'her only journey' so it's weird: 'her journey that was alone'. Because in this phrasing, solum modifies iter. Sigh. Well, maybe my Latin compadres can tell me the right word to use if any.

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