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I FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY NOVEL!!!

FINALLY! I love what I've written, but after three months of writing it, I just wanted to finish the damn thing. AND NOW I HAVE!

Sorry for not updating my fanfics for a while. But I wanted to devote all my creative energies to finishing my novel. I haven't decided on a title yet, and I still have to rewrite it, but I think that will go pretty smoothly. I'll keep you guys updated as it progresses.

And don't worry about my fanfics. Just because I'm working on becoming a professional author, doesn't mean I'll quit writing my fics. They're a lot of fun to write, and it wouldn't be fair to start a story, and then stop, leaving you guys to wonder what happened to the characters. So don't worry, the story will continue.


The boy straightened the hood around his face and looked around. So far, so good. Not a soul in sight. But in case he was spotted, the hood would keep his identity a secret as he fled.

He drew a small knife from his cloak and cut the palm of his hand with it. His blood oozed out and he squeezed his fist to keep it pouring. Once there was a small puddle of it he used a quick flash of his power to heal it, leaving no trace.

He began to mutter. "Rise up dark ghost of an age long past. Pick up your poisoned sword once more. Rise up, Lord Fredrick!"

His blood began to sizzle like butter on a frying pan. He stepped back, as a dark figure rose slowly from the puddle. Soon the boy was face-to-face with a tall man with deathly white skin, long silver hair, and red slits for eyes.

"You are a presumptuous boy, aren't you?" Fredrick said coldly. "Consider yourself fortunate that I came. Though whether I'll kill you or not remains to be seen."

The boy felt his resolve weaken, but he held back the tremble in his voice and went on. "Lord Fredrick, I come bearing an offer of allegiance."

Fredrick let out a cold laugh. "AN ALLEGIANCE?! You jest! I have no ally. I NEED no ally. What could you possibly offer me, little boy?"

"I can give you Fiona."

Fredrick's body halted. His eyes narrowed. "If you are telling me a falsehood…"

"Not at all. I know exactly where her reincarnation is, and how you are connected with that half-breed lover of hers."

"NEVER SPEAK OF THAT HALF-BLOOD IN FRONT OF ME!" Fredrick roared. He seemed to grow ten times his normal size, towering over the boy, who let out a cry of terror and dropped to his knees.

Fredrick quickly regained his composure. Shrinking back to his normal size, he went on. "Fiona is mine. She always will be. Her host, however, is an insolent little brat that needs dealing with." His eyes narrowed. "Carolyn. She is a thorn in my side. One that I've been meaning to remove for quite some time."

"And I can do it for you." The boy said, regaining his courage and rising to his feet. "I can give you Carolyn."

"How?" Fredrick barked, "To get to Carolyn, you'd need to get by Cronos. Aside from Carolyn, Cronos is the most powerful human in our world!"

"And you fear him?" The boy asked. He knew it was probably dangerous to say such a thing, but he knew if he could bring out Frederick's anger and hatred, he would have no trouble convincing him.

Fredrick scoffed. "I could squash him like a bug. And I should, after the way he has bewitched my Fiona's host, keeping her beyond my reach."

"Your influence over him could be used to bring her within your reach at last."

Fredrick frowned. "That wouldn't work. I can only control Cronos for a minute at most. Even then, my control is shaky, he is constantly fighting me from within to keep me away from his beloved."

"I can extend your influence over him so that he CANNOT fight back. He will be a helpless bystander as you take back your queen."

Fredrick stared at him suspiciously. "You can do this?"

"Not me directly. But one of my associates can. When I give the word, he will carry out my plan. All I need is for you to take control at the right moment."

"What do you get out of this?" Fredrick asked. His voice held intrigue, but still suspicion. "Why help me? What do you ask in return?"

"I need Fiona's host for one thing. Just for a little while. She is the key to the entire plan. Without her, it cannot work right."

"What plan do you speak of?" Fredrick snarled. "Tell me! Speak, or these words shall be the last you ever hear."

So the boy told him. As he went over each detail of the plan, he saw Frederick's eyes widen. The warlock's face became one of surprise, then careful thought, and then barely contained joy. His eyes glittered, and he grinned maliciously.

"It could work..." He breathed. "It really could work..."

"So you agree then?" The boy asked, his voice full of relief.

Fredrick laughed. "You have something there boy. I can't imagine why I didn't think of such a thing before." He smiled and tilted his head back, lost in thought for a moment. "A way to make Fiona mine, and at the same time bring eternal suffering to Cronos. I love it!"

"Then I have your allegiance?"

Fredrick laughed again and clapped his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You have it boy. What do you need?"

"I need some of your poison first of all."

"Consider it done."

"I need control of your demon army."

"Done, but do not think to abuse your power. I created those demons. They serve ME first."

"Understood. And I will also need you in place to control Cronos during the sealing ceremony. The rest will fall into place."

"Very well." Fredrick said. His gleeful expression vanished. "But let me remind you of one thing." He brought his face so close to the boy's that they were practically touching. "You can use her for a brief while, but remember: Fiona and her host are both MINE. No one else's! It is destiny! It has been preordained since the beginning of time, and I WILL take her back. Do you understand?"

The boy calmly looked into his glowering eyes. "Of course I do, my lord."