Shitza: Coast is clear, the thunder don't seem to have reappeared outside. Thank god, it's storming like mad outside. First news came on the radio, telling everyone to stay inside. Well, unless you are really stupid or you seriously want a tree on your head you stay inside. I just wish that the weather conditions didn't need to get like these. Autumn's over, we usually have snowstorms at this time of year, not hail and thunder in one go. Thunder belongs to the bad summer weather, and hail for autumn. Abnormal, absolutely abnormal.

Whew, at least I've got a roof over my head, so I shouldn't complain. And I can be really horrible once there is something to complain about. I'm just having a bad day.

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy reading the new chapter, and for once I was absolutely sure of what to write. Not hard once this chapter was sort of made up long ago, just hope I got everything right. And I also want to thank all my reviewers who have voted so far, it really has helped me to decide. But the votes in on until I post up next time, as I have to wait with the Lucia-Chapter till next update. The reason, you'll read on. Next Lucia chapter will be longer then the one I made for HotF.

Talking too much again, better go. Read on and if you have time please review.

Shitza

WARNING: The chapter contains some really awful things in the terms of mobbing.

Chapter 30 Words in Light

Harry and the others had assembled in the Room of Requirement and they were really exited to finally solving the first key to what could be described as their fate. They hadn't told anyone yet if that was the real key, they wanted to make sure before, still they were so sure it had to be it.

Cassandra retold them once more of what had happened, and how she had found out, to make sure that the message would sink in to their already confused minds. Truth to be told not much of what she had told them had sunk in. yet they remembered about the story, about her and Professor Wing. Something about her Flooing to Greece. But still…

Harry had the thick book of Merlin in his hands and Cassandra held the glass bottle in her right hand. As the light approached the weird text on the pages they all stared at it, because now the final words appeared.

"Long will I remain on this earth, even if so the royal blood has betrayed me and the loyal bond from Arthur has gone I will stand where I stand. I will remember this day, the day I did my really first mistake. Morgan is since years dead, my dear little daughter will carry on with my line until the day comes for everything to reawaken. I will watch them, as a star, as hope itself. I will lend them my powers when they will need and darkness will corrupt everything.

Alas, my time is nearing and I just wish I could understand what that young woman meant being in her trance. We were supposed to meet, yet Morgan turned her back on us and now just time will tell when next time will be. All I know is what was copied down. I do hope that the ones this was meant for will find it:

Because as the smoke will rise from the darkness, the hidden treasures from the deep will slowly burn and then become to ashes. It will burn in a golden fire, red flames. The dust will blow to all the corners of the world, athousand places. I surely wish that our heirs would come out of the things, said. The time when we are old and gone, they will come back again.

As for the flames that slowly will burn in the deepness, as just before the night goes over to turn to the morning, the glory of the day. As it slowly comes the roll of sun everlasting new glorious amber round doom eyes nor sees the ways we know. It will be said as higher the doom of the world nearer, its fate is black, grows as dark as ever. As the darkness will glow, takes it down, from what we call, the dawn.

We all live in legends, which folds from the closing future and the real true past. We can't see what lies ahead, just hell knows that. It's a danger to see your own destiny, your own future. Either trusts heaven. Please plea so that the light will shine for thebrighter, the days glow. That's how we'll survive. It is how it is to stay apart from the dangers we do not seek.

Look at the trees, which are weak and will brake just in the little raging the storming disaster. It is threatening everything, including the rain, sun and snow, the weathers of power. Yet also look at what's beneath, who stays while the roots are snapped from the ground. Grass is small, butitbends as the raging storm grows to be. It's will overflow the grass, which may be small, but in these winds, as the wind will grow, strengthen. It wins, bends to its strength. It's soon going to bend to its will, but still only be like what is is. Grass in weather as the wind and the earth will anger. Yet to the weaker powerslisten to what it do, to what it has to say.

Because it is an never-ending battle between life and death. It will still battle, as greatly as in any time seen or unseen. Here it will be dark andthere it is light. Both will meet what future foretells, their fates change as time flows. All because of the little flower, the white Anemone, my since lost daughter. Two sides will fight, because nothing can stay, but it will be a courageous fight. Heir in sleep, his in store, enemy seek, stand on either side. In or outside the way.

It has been a long time since she has foreseen this, standing by her side. She's far of a noble seer, sees the lightning. It is a deadly time, where death strikes wherever thefate puts her hand. Of all times we know only the brave hearts of old time can win. Five in all, a power that can't loose. It's a power more greatly then anything, which shall stand for the light and truths. Beat them it shall, as long light won't die, as long as it don't prevail.

Fire is the burning hope for whatever that burns forcourageous as fire leads in the dark paths. These lions of courage will go as wind rushes over the landscapes, as it will blow once more. In the sky, eagle's eyes and wings are answer as well. Down on the earth, dust and mod will bend to loyal hand. See rather black, water may clean. It will fly from the river to the nature sorceress. Giving her a hand.

Where eagles flies, they sees the darkness. It's a horizon of living hell. On the ground badgers looms, as the darkness fall. In the night, you can hear the lions and how they roars. In the dessert, the snakes sleep. It lives peacefully, it will never move unless something occurs and it has to bite, in order to remain. Its own tail is shortly left behind.

The day leaves, once again the wind grows, and that is a way of a warm welcome, to death. Your solitude must then lead them to safely areas. Don't go to the wind in the westas every wind see death take away. Just follow your heart to the east, where the walls protect from vampires. They betrays the land and our homes. He has no distinguishing left of old lives, old habits. Blood has taken over his mind. He fears light as much as darkness.

Purity is water, but also light. Lights are stars. Stars that shine with power of love. Before nothing was here, the stars lit battles. They are the glimmer of the night. It shines like a thousand candles, like a thousand eyes watching as the same eyes still is there. They will close once they remembers, they remember forever. They remember green forest, bright flames. Yet darkness will take it away, take them all away. Blow them out like candles.

It is hope we rely on, hope, which will light up the depressed of your souls and the far away future. Winds may blow if darkness loose, as the battle is won. But it's a long way, does anything happen the moon may never shine again. We must hope it will rise, on the fifth day of war, but if no such thing does happen. If one thing goes wrong. Will we then ever survive?

We must rely on our creatures, the help we get. Ghost and lizards as well as giant and trolls. They are creatures of, which stands for the light. They are creatures, of old ancient times, living since long before any witch or wizard. Combined, they can give your powers a run for your money. Their strength is unbelievable, or else they or you may fall, like the rest. Through darkness they have nothing, it's cold as ice, hard as hell. We've heard as told.

Walls an option of protection. That's why we are surrounded by them. They can rise, even if so, higher overthen any of the mountains. It is life that's gone, in both magical and unmagical paths. They are ways of tears. Tears that may trickle once your emotions are reflected upon a mirror. You run down the paces you have lost, the past you have forgotten of old. It's a sorrowly game, ways that are gone as the mirror shatters beneath you.

Wind is freedom. It's so warm and it wants to lead them towards safely and freedom. Fire is courage, it will start to spread through them, from the highest top to down the paces. In all ways as a tiny jolt of fiery emotions. The earth stands as it shows stability, as it may be hard. But even if hard, purity, water, can rush it away.

It is morning, which grows steadily. At the sea, wind plays with the waves. In the hall, of class, the gentlemen are smoking, outside the night flea the ways it can. In the world of the dead, all of sudden, the guards are awoken. Magic faces difficulties, and also probably what can become the end of their time, as once said. It was made to be made.

This what we saw from our own eyes, this is what the angels in heaven listen to. They are words of old. Because the thing that's since long gone, it will rise again. It will all be terrible and cold. Deadly and black. Immortal and empty. Painful and swift.

That's why we are spirits, in a game of everything. We are of life. Yet there's also spirits of the opposite death. That's why we hear our words, like a sorrowful song, which keep haunting us. They hear our preys, but only laugh. The five hearts and powers will leave, the worthy will still rise again. They will arise as war rolls over their feet, the blood is spilt and it drops down onto dry earth. Life itself will flee, if wrong blood is spilt, life flees."

They all stared, everyone's jaws must have dropped at least twice just for the first lines. Merlin had been very clever when he made the text. Finally they had it all.

(Shitza: Okay, you've read this before, and don't flame me because of it. The Heirs didn't know. The Epilogue for Heirs of the Founders was indeed the whole Prophecy, so if you didn't understand it then, or when I reposted it through Merlin's words last time, hope you did now. Also, there have been som changes, or plenty i the text. Because of all stupid errors.)

(If you still don't understand read the bold letters)

Harry was about to drop the book, but Cassandra took it and started to copy the whole Prophecy to a parchment. Ron watched her work while Neville paced to room back and forth. Hermione took the Elf Light and reread the prophecy. She turned page and gasped, because there was more. On what first had looked like a blank page, there was another message.

If all goes well, the sky will turn blue, the creatures of magic bow towards the six. The light will shine upon us and flowers spread over the dead. There will be music in the wind and life in the sea. New green life to grow upon the dead and forgotten.

Yet it could turn in another way, the sky can darken to dark shadows, the dead can reappear and then hunt the living until the end. The life can die until nothing stays and so will the tool of darkness. Darkness will corrupt with its emptiness and it's deadly thoughts. It all will be black and gone.

You have two futures, two and still nothing is decided. It all stands in a perfect balance where no one has the power until the very last moment of decision. And then, it is up to you. I am happy you managed to solve my clue, I was afraid it had been too hard for you. After all, the last remaining Elf Light in my time came to the hands of the old Witches of Ireland. What they now think of doing with it for the next thousand of years I have no clue, and it was really my foolish idea because I should have known they should give it to some other part of the world. But there can be more lights, which I doubt still. I hopefully wish that the elves will take it back and take care of it. Yet whatever has happened over the thousand years I have no knowledge off, since when you read this, I'm surely just a legend or a myth.

Merlin

Hermione showed this last message for the other. First Harry, the Ron, both who had to reread it twice before starting to talk about it. Draco read one time before convinced, Cassandra reread it five times, more for memorising then that she wouldn't believe it. Neville was the one who fainted.

"Either Merlin was very old when he wrote that or he wasn't as glamorous as most describe him. After all, no witch or wizard has even gone as far as back to that time of age. Simple is that no Time Turners would be able to and even if they would who would be able to turn them as many times as required? Yet many have tried and completely disappeared." Draco said before shaking his head.

"Disappeared, I am not surprised" Neville said. "It's really stupid to try to go back to the future because you aren't allowed to change anything whatsoever. It's forbidden against all laws and if you go back to far, what joy will you have. You'll die far away from home. It's completely ridiculous… and Cassandra, what are you doing?"

Cassandra was down on the floor, looking for something. She was lighting up the small room under her armchair and she had a concentrated look on her face. Moments later she seemed to have found what she was looking for.

"I knew someone was spying on us!" she said angrily holding a beetle in her hand. Harry recognised that beetle, he recognised it so well.

Rita Skeeter transformed back to herself, a very angry glare met them. Yet they tried to act unaffected as much as possible. Yet Ron didn't feel scared for one glare, he roared back making Rita fall down to the floor.

"Okay Rita, it's time we six do what we should have done ages ago." Ron said angrily. Cassandra grinned by his side and lifted Rita up to the roof, with one single wave of her hand. Snickered behind as large thorn-like plants started to grow from the roof. Each of the thorns were as big as your hand and not pleasant looking. Harry felt his blood boil and he called up huge storm, which struck outside edging closer to them. It all made Rita rather nervous.

Her handbag lay on the floor, with her quill and half finished report. Ron walked over to it, picked it up and smiled even broader.

"Anyone mind if I burn this?" he asked sheepishly. The others shook their heads, except for Rita who shouted:

"Don't you dare, it took me ages to make up. That is the my whole report of you stinking, rotting sch…"

None of them needed to hear more before the parchment, quill and handbag burst into flames. Black flames, to show the message. Rita cried where she floated. The ashes of her belongings fell to the floor.

"Why do you hate Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Cassandra lowered the crying reporter slowly and Neville made the thorns disappear. Also outside the storm vanquished along with everything. Inside only Rita's cries could be heard.

"You have no idea how horrible my time here was, how everyone kept haunting me, throwing me insults, holding my head in the toilet seats. Whenever we had exams they used to knock my ink over my exam paper and the teachers just thought I tried to escape from doing it. Once the girls in my dormitory carried me out of my bed, in the middle of the winter and threw me into the snow. Then they left me there to cry. I cried many times, I tried to commit suicide three times because of that.

In my fifth year, one time down in Hogsmeade, they convinced this drunken bastard I was after him and his… He followed me the whole day. In the end I hexed him, straight in the face and ran.

In my third year they used to throw me into the lake or try to feed me to the squid. I am lucky to still be alive since that squid really tried to feed on me.

And all nights, at Hogwarts I dreamed to get out, to be free. I cried to get some sleep, the sleep that rarely came. Only when I was really exhausted I could sleep, but when I slept with nightmares. I never forget those nightmares. In the end the teachers thought I was up partying or something. I usually slept during lessons, getting myself into more trouble.

And then I was free, free to do whatever I wanted. I became a news reporter for the Daily Prophet and since then I have revenged every single one who made a fool of me. I have plenty of times managed to get my old House mates into Azkaban for months, some died there. I am happy for it. They deserved it."

Everyone felt so quiet, and would even have to admit Rita was right in some ways. Now they finally knew why she was such a mean person, but now they wished they hadn't heard the story.

"Yet it doesn't explain why you jumped up on us." Draco said pointing a deadly finger between her eyes. None of the heirs used to carry their wands with them, not even in class. Their wandless magic had improved a lot since they first learnt who they really were. And this particular improvement made many of their unfriendly schoolmates very nervous. Everyone knew how to disarm someone with a wand, there were various ways, but no one had heard of how to disarm someone who knew magic wandless.

Rita stared at his finger and the more she stared the more sweat trickled down her forehead. She swallowed and then said.

"My editor sent me here, on the mission of putting you six into hell. He said you had killed his son."

Draco didn't take away the finger, but instead he laughed. "Dear, dear, that silly little Wilkins finally managed to make some chaos after all. Rita, did you have any idea of that your boss were one of Voldemort's Death eaters, or had that slipped entirely our from you knowledge?"

Rita stared at him, she couldn't speak she just stared.

"My, my, you really are stupid. Can I ask you something. Next time you pass him, try to catch a glimph of the thing that hides under the sleeve of his left arm? You will clearly find all evidence there."

Bitch, hag or whatever you could call her Rita Skeeter wasn't known of being too friendly towards Death Eaters, indeed she could write serious evil things about them. Her sister had been killed by one of them, five years after that Voldemort had disappeared the first time. Now that he was beck she had tried to catch the culprit with her own words, but so far no luck.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.

"What can we do?" Harry said. "Let you go, so far you didn't manage to do any damage, just promise us one thing. Don't let the events from today end up in your papers, or it's very likely we will be swimming in armies from the dark Lord himself. If he finds out about this, we are as much as doomed and then no one will be able to revenge you sisters death."

Rita nodded. Then she left. The heirs and the sorceress sat until the late of night, trying to decide what to do here next.

The days continued like always and the pressure was built as the NEWTs neared. The Heirs felt this, they had more NEWTs then anyone else, yet they were allowed to choose which ones they wanted to take.

All they choose to take Advanced Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Wandless Magic, Elemental Magic, Advanced Curses, Ancient Spells, Advanced Herbology, Advanced Duelling, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Swords and Magical Control, which meant they had twelve exams they would take together. Yet amongst the other lessons they had they all had very much more, which they knew would beat all records whatsoever. No one had in history taken over their amount of NEWT tests, ever.

Harry sighed as he looked on his paper over the tests he would take, 21 NEWTs in total. Ron had decided on 16, Neville 18, Draco 20, Hermione fully 23 and Cassandra had decided on 25, which was more then anyone ever. The question was how she would make it, they really wondered if she would be able to sleep at all. Harry knew he had more then enough, but 25, that was almost every single class they had taken. Cassandra had explained herself by saying that it was better with too much the too little, yet you could wonder if a human could make it through to pass them all?

So as the Holidays neared the Heirs slowly started to prepare themselves by more practise and more efforts. They knew they had to start to train early.

Harry sat through Charms, Monday the second December trying to recall all the complicated notes they had taken for the Ice Charms they had learnt, a charm that was related to Transfiguration, because you changed the whole object into ice, but it was still a charm. Fire was easy to conjure since some of the heat was taken from yourself, multiplied to the certain degree that was required for something to burn. Yet Ice had to come from cold magic, and since the body wasn't cold in that way you had to take it from outside, which was far worse. And since the Heirs all practised without wands it was harder for them. Harry bit his lower lip, the sweat was pouring down.

Yet he wasn't alone, both Hermione, Ron and Neville had the same difficulties. And so did their classmates. Blaze, who sat in the row before him accidentally froze his own hand instead getting crazy over it.

Yet as the lesson came to an end, as usual, Hermione had made most difference making frost on her flower she was supposed to freeze. Harry had managed to get some cold, and Ron, whose natural element was something else, had instead managed to burn his. Neville hadn't managed anything, but he also hated to kill flowers like this. It had been decided that next lesson he would be given something else, so he wouldn't need to think he would kill a flower.

They packed their bags and hurried over to telepathy. A lesson they didn't enjoy as their master asked them to break into several different minds around the castle without the victims knowing. The thing was you first needed to search the castle for the selected person, then break through all the defences of the victims mind before you could even do something and then be careful not to be caught. Harry was set on Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and Terry Boot from Ravenclaw. Yet he was lucky compared to Malfoy who was most skilled and had been asked to attend Professor Dumbledore's mind. And since they knew how sick the old man was it wasn't easy, not easy at all.

With aching heads, from all those tries they had to continue the day with prophecy, which at least gave them some minutes rest now they had found the whole prophecy. Yet still they more and more wished they could leave for bed. They were so tired.

During Lunch they spent half the time complaining how bad headaches they had, and for those who heard them wondered if they really were Mighty Wizards or Crying Children. The only ones with sympathy turned out to be Blaze, who sat down to join them, Iris and Sabina. Off all students they were the only ones who really knew what they had to do, and after telling them what they had done Iris took Harry off for a walk outside, to clear his mind. Sabina went to the Hufflepuff Common Room to get her oils in order to give Neville a well-needed massage. Hermione and Draco went down to get some peace and quiet in the Slytherin chamber. Ron thought of taking Cassandra for a walk close to the forest, but before he had time to ask her a certain Slytherin grabbed him, to his disgust he saw it was Pansy, who wanted to speak to one of the heirs about a certain other Slytherin. Cassandra sighed, she knew Ron didn't go away with Pansy because he wanted to, he didn't have much choice. So instead she went to the Library to do some reading. Maybe she could find a good spell for headaches.

She rummaged the shelves, she knew almost every single book by heart. There were some she hadn't read yet, but those were books she had found extremely boring. Most of them were old archives over the Magical world in England, something she really wondered belonged there. She had just read through the stuff before putting it back. Another thing she found very dull was Voodoo, which she had tried to read, but always had to stop after half of the book. Very little made sense, in her opinion nothing.

She walked through the History Section until her eyes saw a new book, something she hadn't read before. She felt her fingers tingle with excitement.

To her great surprise it had been written by a Muggle by the name of Veronica Sweet. She took the book and hurried to find an empty table. She found one in the back of the library and there she opened it, expecting herself to read at least half of it during the first minutes.

It was a new surprise to see the subject, powerful witches and wizards through the centuries. First there were twenty pages of Merlin and Morgan le Fay. Then ten pages about the Founders, she had to look closer. It couldn't be…

…Even though wizards and witches has for centuries tried to hide their world for ages, until now to be discovered, they have a very complicated start. It is rumoured that huge school lies in the north, teaching these freaks more and more dangerous magic. WE don't know how many of these monster's there really is, but we can hope those walls of that castle they are said to have built will fall part over them. The castle is said to have been founded in the beginning of the first millennium, by some of the named Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Very recently these legends have been confirmed as we came to a cave, a holy cave. There was five skeletons, one on the ground, some kind of priest who had died there or something. But the other four, clearly some valuable ones as they were found with decorations in different colours. The bodies have been sent away for closer examinations…

There from followed a description of the Founders, which was something Cassandra new most of already. Yet she couldn't help wondering if this book really spoke the truth and then she wondered how long they would be safe. With a book like this, telling them the locations the Muggles needed, she wondered why no one had come barging in. She closed the book and hurried to find any of the others.

Yet smart as Miss ridgeback might have been, she had completely forgotten about the magical shields around the school, so when she finally found Harry he had for minutes the hard task of trying to calm her down.

Meantime, on the other side of the castle, Pansy had managed to drag Ron to a corner in the shadows. Ron wondered if rules allowed you to burn a Slytherin to ashes. Since Draco nowadays was counted as his friend, Pansy had become his worst of enemies. At school, even worse then Voldemort.

Pansy had had a very extracted speech about Draco and why she should be Draco's girlfriend. Now Ron had no idea why she had gone to him, but he guessed he had had the bad luck of being the only Heir in sight for her. he wished she had picked Harry instead or Neville, but now he was trapped he had to get out of it somehow.

"… and he picks her, because of something as abnormal as ever. Maybe she is the destined inheritor of Morgan le Fay's powers but honestly, a Mudblood, a Mudblood over me! I mean he has loved me, ever since we first came to Hogwarts and now he dumps me over a Mudblood. I am pretty, I am good with snakes, I am the smart person, I am the prettiest girl in the whole school and I am the queen of the devil himself. What more can he ask for?!"

Ron knew that answer, not once pansy had mentioned words like friendship, like or love.

"Then how do you know you love him?" He asked devastating, which completely silenced her.

"I-I-I…"

"Pansy, you expect too much, too much powers that is. I bet not once you have said you were his friend, that you liked him or more importantly that you loved him."

Pansy shook her head. "But…"

"Stop complaining then, you can't expect every single guy to fall for you because of your looks. Outside you can be pretty but inside you can be a cobra. I think Malfoy did the right choice, after all Hermione at least has a heart."

Pansy looked down on her feet and sighed. Ron sighed too, thinking of resting his ears he went back to the main entrance, to find Cassandra talking to Harry. She looked upset until Harry said something to her and it looked like she calmed down straight away. Ron watched her hurry of back.

"Now what was that about?" he asked her once she came to the doors.

"Nothing" she said hurrying off inside. Ron shrugged before walking over to Harry to ask him. During just some seconds, that young man had wandered of with Iris, but Ron guessed he knew where they had walked off to.

Indeed he did find them, under the oak, kissing each other passionately. Ron wondered if he would be rude enough to interfere in their little love exchange or if he would wait. Yet after looking at his watch he saw there was no time to wait so…

"Hello!" he said making the two of them jump. Neither Harry nor Iris had noticed his presence.

"Ron, what's the matter? Where did you come from?" Harry asked.

"I just wondered what Cassandra was so upset about, she didn't tell me. And I came from a very nice chat with Pansy, how in the world could you all sneak off to leave me with her. there's three heirs that could have talked with her and the one in store has to be me!"

"Cassandra came to ask for the schools safety, she really needs to calm down as she completely forgot that the school is probably the safest place in the world by now. And about pansy, discuss that with Draco later will you, you came a bit ill-timed."

Ron walked off. Harry sighed before turning back to his girlfriend.

"Now, where were we?" he said before gently kissing her again.

Iris couldn't help but to giggle. She slipped a hand around his neck, dragging him closer.

(Shitza: Okay, I'll leave it there. It's almost getting a bit too romantic. (giggles) Instead I'm jumping some days again. To what soon will be start of next chapter. Yes, chapter is almost done (cries)

(Entrance Hall, the 13th December)

A long line of girls, a particularly sorter line of boys stood nervously outside the Great Hall, waiting for the doors to open. The Entrance hall was dimly lit, meaning the only light came from the lights the girls held in their hands and the crown from the lucky Lucia to have been chosen.

It was nervous minutes. They had been practising for quite a while, but now some still murmured the songs they would have to sing, some still unsure on the verses.

Then the doors finally opened and it was time for the line of maid, little brownies, and other competitors to go.

And there it was, the long awaited song… Saint Lucia.

To Reviewers:

robo22: Thanks for voting, I think it's finally decided now who Lucia this year will be. And thanks for checking me, the whole story will be rewritten one day, when I have time and all that. At the moment I want to finish my stories before I do any rewriting. I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you have liked the story so far.

To Reviewers in other chapters:

HP-Scriptor: Thanks for the offer, but I am not so sure I'll have time for it as I already have enough on my hands with all these stories I am on. You'll see my decision, but as it looks, I really do wonder if. I've already said no to a dozen of things before.

End Notes:

Next chapter will take maybe a week or more to write, the reason is school! I seriously don't want to go back, but it looks like I have less of choice. Until then, have a great time everyone, next chapter you already know what it will contain, but it will be longer then the last Lucia chapter, and there will be more. I'll dig up more this time.

Shitza