I'M SO SORRY, MY LOVES! I have been gone soooo long, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry! Wow, lotsa stuff has happened since I've been gone...I started a new year at school, developed a whole new set of friends, and my interests shifted nearly entirely from anime/manga to music...but I still love manga, not as passionate as before but still pretty good, and I WILL finish this story. I promise! Anyways, yeah, if anyone even remembers the original story anymore...("To Be The Greatest")...but yeah, I have four or five chapters I'm gonna upload right now, to make things easier. 'Course my notes will be shorter, but does anyone read this anyways? Lol, read and review, my loves!
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It was noon, two days later, when Alex finally stumbled off of the bus, with her bag slung over her shoulder, and began her stride into the town known as Lunaras. She shaded her eyes from the sun and looked around as she walked, and noticed with a twang the peaceful, cozy air of the town. And, to her surprise, she didn't see many people dressed to her style; most were wearing the homey clothing of new settlers, domestic housewives, hard-working fathers, or laid-back folks. She was now a conspicuous entity.

But again, to her surprise, nobody seemed bothered by her presence; when they noticed her, all they did was smile or wave, and return back to their work. Nobody stared at her overlong, nobody treated her as suspicious or strange. It was as much unsettling as it was relieving.

She finally found a saloon, and when she entered she was again greeted with surprise; the customers weren't the usual rowdy, rough-dressed men and women that she was used to seeing in a bar. None of them were suspicious in any way, unless one counted their odd blandness, which was strangely unique and fitting for each person; and, again, the only signs of attention that she received were smiles and an occasional wave or spoken greeting.

What kind of a town is this? she wondered, and headed for the bar. The bartender was an older gentlemanly-like, silvery-haired man, and his assistant was a girl, who looked no older than fifteen, with long dark brown hair and large, open dark brown eyes.

"Hello," the man greeted Alex, and the girl scrambled over, smiling huge. "Hey!" she said, and giggled.

Alex smiled at them wide. "Hello," she replied, then ordered her usual whiskey.

"Not a problem," the man said with a curteous smile and small bow, then looked at the girl and said, "Lily?" The girl quickly fetched a glass, ice, and the liquor. "Prety strong stuff," the girl said and giggled again, passing over the glass then pouring out the whiskey.

Alex took a sip, then smiled. "Thank you," she said. After finishing the glass off, she waited as the girl, Lily, topped her off again, then asked, just before taking another sip, "Do either of you know where I can find a man named Gabriel Daelin?"

Lily's eyes widened and she gasped, still grinning. "Oh, gosh, yes!" she squealed gleefully. The man nodded as well.

"Mr. Daelin is a very famous and important man in this town," he said. "You just arrived here, did you not?"

"I did," Alex affirmed.

"Well, you've also noticed the, well, atmosphere of the town?" he added, and waited for her confirming nod. "Mr. Daelin did that, when he used to be the sheriff. He sent out all the outlaws and troublemakers, and kept more from returning. He was tough on the baddies and those who had done wrong, but he was also an incredibly fair, kind, and just man. He would always listen to their side of the story first, and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, though he never tolerated liars. Are you family of his? You two share a familiar look."

"Distantly," Alex said, curious and excited by that bit of news. "Where can I find him?"

"Lives on the other side of town," Lily said. "In a biiiiiigggg white house, with sky-blue shutters and a sky-blue porch. If you knock you'll probably get one of his maids, either Martà or Namì. Just tell them you're coming to see Señor Daelin, they'll let you pass."

"Señor?" Alex repeated. Lily giggled again.

"Well, the maids can only speak that language, and they always call him the Señor," she said in a secretive voice.

"Ah, okay," Alex answered, then, after knocking back the remaining whiskey, she smiled at both of them. "Thank you so very much." She reached into her bag, selected a good-sized bill, and placed it on the top. The old man's eyes widened, while the girl gasped and covered her mouth in surprise. Alex smiled, then stood and started to leave, but just as she reached the door she heard the man call, "Wait!" She turned back, and waited patiently.

"What's your name, miss?" he asked.

"Alex," she answered with a flash of a grin, then, just before she pushed her way out the door, added, "Alex Daelin."
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Yes...I have a bit of an obsession with Spanish, lmao. If I got anything wrong, please don't hurt me, I had bilingual classes in kindergarten, first, and second grade, but I've forgotten a lot. Anyways, yeah, and I can't get my exclamation pointsand question marks flipped upside down, so ignore that, too!

"Life's a grave...dig it!"
-From a Wednesday 13 song...

-Wolf