Glitches in Time
'Ugh! Not again!'
The bedroom dissolved before Squall's eyes, shifting its shape into an endless black chasm of smoke and darkness. Squall felt himself falling endlessly, his body sweeping through the cool wind of blackness enveloping the tunnel.
"Storm! What are you doing?!" he screamed at the void while he fell and fell. When it seemed that the darkness never seemed to end, he met a bright light at the end of the tunnel, and he stopped.
Squall looked around at the bright, blinding lights, unsure of where he was, and he began walking.
'Am I dead? Am I in heaven?'
He fell on his knees and clenched his fists so tight that it was a surprise that they didn't draw any blood.
"Storm! Is this a joke? Answer me you bastard! Answer me or I won't help you!" he spat at the light. This very dimension seemed like the one where they fled after Ultimecia exploded in time compression. However, unlike that place, this one had no time portals.
The white seemed to turn into water as Squall said that, and the background slowly melted to reveal an elegant Old-World room overlooking the city of Esthar. Bookshelves lined the beautiful burgundy walls studded with gold fleur-de-lis, and the dark maroon carpet that covered the floor complimented the thematic décor of the place. The leather furniture that cluttered the space looked luxuriously beautiful and expensive, and maps, paintings, and antique tools lined the other shelves that weren't filled with old-looking manuscripts. A French window showed Esthar in all its' splendor, and before it was a beautifully polished oak desk. A chair faced the glass, and Squall could make out the shadow of a man's hand holding a glass of wine.
'Talk about antique.' Squall thought dryly.
"Ah Squall, so glad you could join me. Please, have a seat and help yourself to some tea." The man pointed to the leather one-man couch and to the silverware tea set on the edge of the desk.
Squall grumbled as he paced across the room to the chairs and took a cup of tea. He began sipping it, savoring the aromas of the fragrant, relaxing brew as the man whirled the chair around. It was the same man who disturbed his dreams the night before, only that he was covered in dark blue robes this time with delicate gold linings on it.
"Storm. So you aren't just a dream."
"It would be obvious by now Squall. Sugar?"
"What?"
The man lifted a silver cup with Griever etched onto the sides. "I mean, would you like some sugar in your tea? Perhaps some lemon?"
Squall raised his eyebrows for a moment and said, "Yes please. I see that you've taken a liking to Griever as well."
The tall man looked at the silver cup for a moment, chuckled, and put two lumps in Squall's cup. He took another cup from his side and slid out a slice of lemon, squeezing a few drops of juice into Squall's tea before putting the slice in the garbage.
"Yes I have. You see, when you became Garden commander, you've had a strong internet following ever since. I saw the Griever pendant you were wearing and immediately took a liking to the fascinating beast. I had this tin made yesterday by my silversmith, and I think it looks absolutely elegant, don't you think?"
Squall looked at the cup, enthralled by the intricate detail the craftsman had taken into designing the great lion. He was always a big fan of the creature, and he loved it especially when Griever was carved in silver, platinum, or any other white metal.
"You want it?" Storm asked.
"What do you mean?" queried a confused Squall.
"I meant do you want to take it home?" Storm clarified.
"..."
"I believe that would be a yes from Squall Leonhart. Unfortunately, you cannot take it from the dreamworld. Don't worry, I'll have another one made and sent to your apartment."
Squall interrupted the older man. "Look Storm, I know you didn't invite me to chat and have a cup of tea with you, so can you get to the point?"
Storm sighed at the brunette. "As usual, you never liked small talk. Well then, let's get to business. When I sent you to the black void the other night, I told you to find my son right?"
"Yes," came the quick, Spartan response from Squall.
"I realized that you don't even know what he might look like, or even have any idea at all. Thus I decided to send you back to the past for a good glimpse of what he might look like now. Come." He stood up and walked over to the shelves that held a variety of odd-looking tools and contraptions that seemed to come from another world. Taking a basin from the clutter of instruments, he took a bottle from his robe pocket and dropped two trickles of potion into it. Filling it with water from a sink, he set it upon a pedestal and began chanting in Latin. The water changed color from transparent to an opaque, glowing silver, and Squall looked at the water with amazement as it finally changed to something that resembled the silver of a mirror.
"Storm, what is this?"
"It's is a time portal which allows you to travel back to the past. I've set it to the day my wife and I left our son at the orphanage."
Squall tilted his head in a questioning look and asked, "So, what am I supposed to do?"
"Just stay put Squall. Close your eyes, and hold on to my robe, very tightly," Storm said firmly. Squall gripped the hem of the blue robe and Storm began chanting again. A bright light surrounded them and soon they were traveling through the same sky filled with seagulls that Squall and his friends had gone through when they jumped into time compression.
"What is this place? It looks familiar..." Squall asked while holding on tightly to Storm's back.
Storm replied, "This is a time portal, the very same one you took when you slipped back into the past. The reason why it looks so similar to the one you took before is because this is the portal which eventually brings us to Edea's house.
"..."
The men flew through flocks of gulls and landed in the ocean, swimming towards the beach. When they emerged from the water, they remained dry as they had before they left the office.
"Squall, drink this." Storm took out a vial with a light blue liquid. Taking another one from his pocket, he gulped the potion and he suddenly turned transparent. Squall took the potion in his hands and did the same. Squall felt himself turning invisible as the fluids touched every cell in his body.
"What is this?"
Storm looked at him in disbelief. "Surely you recognize a Hero when you see one, don't you?"
"This is a Hero?"
"It is an enhanced version of Hero, and it takes effect indefinitely until you drink another potion called Hero Counter."
"...Whatever."
Storm smirked at Squall and said, "Come on, while we have enough time, we can still take a look at my son. The enhanced Hero lasts indefinitely, but the portal will close within an hour." He fled the beach and slowly opened the door to Edea's house. Squall followed him as he crept up the stairs to a locked room that Squall recognized as Matron's quarters.
"I remember Edea putting him in this room." He chanted the word "Unlock" in his ancient tongue and it opened slightly to show a beautiful room with a crib by the window. A dark-haired woman was sleeping in the queen-sized bed.
"Is that Matron?" Squall whispered.
"Yes, and she is sleeping so do be quiet."
The men tiptoed to the crib and saw the baby. His eyes were closed, so they weren't able to get a good look at his features, but his hair was clearly brown. Storm placed a finger on the child's cheeks and began stroking it lightly.
"Squall, I miss him. You don't know how it feels for me as a father to abandon him like that. I am so ashamed of myself."
The baby stirred a bit and lay on his back. Squall pondered on Storm's words and remembered what Irvine and Zell had told him earlier in the evening.
Storm continued, "I mean, he was in danger. If he stayed with us, he would have died. But you know, as his father I could have protected him rather leave him without a trace of whom his parents were. I don't even know if I can ever face him again."
Squall tried to comfort the giant. "At least you cared for him. At least you got to know him as a child. Some parents don't even visit their children. Some don't even think of the best interests of their young ones. Some just leave them for dead. You didn't do anything wrong. You just did what you think would be best for his safety, and I think that's something really honorable, what you did for him. If my father were like you, I would have loved him back, even if he didn't even see me for years."
Through his hood, Storm said, "Thank you Squall. Well, you'd better take a good look at him."
Squall held a steady gaze on the sleeping child as he thought of Ouragan.
'Could Ouragan be Storm's long-lost son?'
"Squall, what is on your mind? I can tell that you are thinking of something when your brow is furrowed like that."
"Ouragan..." Squall mindlessly whispered.
"What was that?"
"It was nothing. Look, I think we'd better go before the portal closes."
Storm looked at his watch and agreed with Squall. The men silently closed the door and locked it before Edea could realize that something was wrong. They ran to the beach and into the water, and Squall held on tightly to Storm's back as they went back into the dream world.
When they emerged from the silver liquid, Storm went to the table and took a box out from his desk drawer. He plucked out two vials of pink liquid and gave one to Squall while he drank the contents of the other. In a minute, both men were physically whole once more.
"Squall, you understand that you must look for him. It is important for the sake of Rinoa that you find him, the son of the Double Moon."
"Double Moon?"
"Oh how forgetful of me, I didn't even tell you. To start off, let me inform you of my family heritage. My ancestors were a part of the group of Centrans who settled in Esthar a long time ago, and they were the very ones who started building the great city to the great technological marvel that it is today. Back then, one of my great grandfathers married a sorceress and became a sorcerer knight himself, although that was never recorded in history. When the sorceress gave birth to the baby, she was seemingly possessed by a demon named Ultima who tried to kill the child, but the father saved him and killed his wife to get rid of the abomination."
Squall listened intently as Storm continued.
"Both parents were killed in battle, and so the child was raised by his grandfather. However, before the father died, he cursed Ultima by saying that the twin moons of Esthar shall rise after her third demise, and that their rays shall shine upon her and will eliminate her from the fabric of time. That was not her first death, and she was resurrected rather quickly. Years later, the boy learned that the demon Ultima was actually Ultimecia's spirit from the future. As you can see, you can only kill the witch in time compression, so with a group of warriors, he led the battle against the sorceress and slew her in her world."
Squall interrupted him. "Excuse me, but you are saying that Ultimecia has already made several attempts to murder your family in the past?"
"Yes Squall."
"...Please continue sir."
"Alright. Centuries later, she once again threatened the existence of mankind and my ancestors leapt into time compression to kill her again. The second death has passed, and five hundred years later into the present, she comes back to possess Edea to kill my son. She was unsuccessful, but she found an excellent replacement to free another evil sorceress to finish what she has been trying to do in the past. Unfortunately, she possessed your girlfriend, who undoubtedly has the kindest heart a sorceress would ever have. She tried in vain to transfer her evil to Rinoa, but it never worked, as Rinoa inherently possesses powers greater than she did. Still, it surprises me that it was you and your group were the ones chosen for the third compression. Then again, the prophecy said that a sorceress and her knight shall kill the third resurrection, and that will herald the path for the ascension of the Double Moon. That, I believe, is enough for today Squall."
Squall absorbed everything Storm had told him. "You need your son to put Ultimecia to rest forever, am I right?"
"That is right Squall."
"Don't worry sir, I think I already have a hunch about your son's whereabouts. Don't worry, I'll bring him back."
"Thank you Squall, please do this for the future of mankind. We can never let Ultimecia unleash another compression again."
"Don't worry Storm, you can count on me. But next time, please don't bring me to the dreamworld after I've...um...bonded with Rinoa," Squall said with a slight blush in his face.
"Okay Squall, but I think that would be the best time to coax you to come here."
"Why?"
"Because, after a sorceress and her knight makes love, a knight's mental consciousness is slightly weakened. That way, you won't be strong enough to strangle me."
Squall could make out the smirk from his hood and said, "Whatever. Will you be kind enough to bring me back now?"
Storm snapped his fingers and said, "Very well Squall. Good night." A bright light engulfed Squall, and minutes later he was back in bed, atop his sleeping beauty.
He caressed Rinoa's face and kissed her lips softly. "Don't worry Rin, everything will be alright."
Squall went over to his side of the bed and covered his love with a blanket. He just stared blankly at the ceiling and thoughts began racing through his mind.
'Ouragan...what if he is the boy?'
'I'll ask him tomorrow about his past. Maybe he remembers a bit of his childhood.'
'Or maybe I could ask Quistis. She's his friend after all.'
Squall shivered when he felt a hand move over his chest, its warmth sending tingling sensations through his spine.
"Squall, stop thinking and go to sleep. You worry too much, "said Rinoa as she moved her head over to his chest and rested on it, feeling its warmth. She ran her hand down to his stomach and played with his abs and looked at him.
"Rin, did I wake you up?"
"No Squall, your thoughts did. I may not be able to read them, but as your soulmate I know when something is going on inside your head. Please, go to sleep." She snuggled up against him and kissed his collarbone.
Squall moaned softly and looked at Rinoa. "Rin."
Rinoa kissed him and nipped at his earlobe. "Yes, my handsome knight?"
"I love you."
Rinoa kissed his lips passionately and went back to resting her head on his chest.
"And I love you more, my knight."
The couple went to sleep, holding each other in their arms, never letting each other go. Sorceress and knight had bonded again that evening, and little did they know that inside one, another new life was being formed, the symbol of hope and innocence—the children of a knight and a sorceress in love.
========== Thank you very much guys for your wonderful reviews. I'm trying hard to hasten the pace of the story, so I hope you guys can be patient until we reach the Esthar Garden part of this fan fic. Until then, please keep reviewing! Thank you! By the way, next chapter: A New Day has Come.
To cheerlygal, thank you for being faithful to the story. I appreciate your reviews and I hope to see you writing a story too. Please recommend this story to other friends and do ask them to review too. Thanks! Love ya back!
'Ugh! Not again!'
The bedroom dissolved before Squall's eyes, shifting its shape into an endless black chasm of smoke and darkness. Squall felt himself falling endlessly, his body sweeping through the cool wind of blackness enveloping the tunnel.
"Storm! What are you doing?!" he screamed at the void while he fell and fell. When it seemed that the darkness never seemed to end, he met a bright light at the end of the tunnel, and he stopped.
Squall looked around at the bright, blinding lights, unsure of where he was, and he began walking.
'Am I dead? Am I in heaven?'
He fell on his knees and clenched his fists so tight that it was a surprise that they didn't draw any blood.
"Storm! Is this a joke? Answer me you bastard! Answer me or I won't help you!" he spat at the light. This very dimension seemed like the one where they fled after Ultimecia exploded in time compression. However, unlike that place, this one had no time portals.
The white seemed to turn into water as Squall said that, and the background slowly melted to reveal an elegant Old-World room overlooking the city of Esthar. Bookshelves lined the beautiful burgundy walls studded with gold fleur-de-lis, and the dark maroon carpet that covered the floor complimented the thematic décor of the place. The leather furniture that cluttered the space looked luxuriously beautiful and expensive, and maps, paintings, and antique tools lined the other shelves that weren't filled with old-looking manuscripts. A French window showed Esthar in all its' splendor, and before it was a beautifully polished oak desk. A chair faced the glass, and Squall could make out the shadow of a man's hand holding a glass of wine.
'Talk about antique.' Squall thought dryly.
"Ah Squall, so glad you could join me. Please, have a seat and help yourself to some tea." The man pointed to the leather one-man couch and to the silverware tea set on the edge of the desk.
Squall grumbled as he paced across the room to the chairs and took a cup of tea. He began sipping it, savoring the aromas of the fragrant, relaxing brew as the man whirled the chair around. It was the same man who disturbed his dreams the night before, only that he was covered in dark blue robes this time with delicate gold linings on it.
"Storm. So you aren't just a dream."
"It would be obvious by now Squall. Sugar?"
"What?"
The man lifted a silver cup with Griever etched onto the sides. "I mean, would you like some sugar in your tea? Perhaps some lemon?"
Squall raised his eyebrows for a moment and said, "Yes please. I see that you've taken a liking to Griever as well."
The tall man looked at the silver cup for a moment, chuckled, and put two lumps in Squall's cup. He took another cup from his side and slid out a slice of lemon, squeezing a few drops of juice into Squall's tea before putting the slice in the garbage.
"Yes I have. You see, when you became Garden commander, you've had a strong internet following ever since. I saw the Griever pendant you were wearing and immediately took a liking to the fascinating beast. I had this tin made yesterday by my silversmith, and I think it looks absolutely elegant, don't you think?"
Squall looked at the cup, enthralled by the intricate detail the craftsman had taken into designing the great lion. He was always a big fan of the creature, and he loved it especially when Griever was carved in silver, platinum, or any other white metal.
"You want it?" Storm asked.
"What do you mean?" queried a confused Squall.
"I meant do you want to take it home?" Storm clarified.
"..."
"I believe that would be a yes from Squall Leonhart. Unfortunately, you cannot take it from the dreamworld. Don't worry, I'll have another one made and sent to your apartment."
Squall interrupted the older man. "Look Storm, I know you didn't invite me to chat and have a cup of tea with you, so can you get to the point?"
Storm sighed at the brunette. "As usual, you never liked small talk. Well then, let's get to business. When I sent you to the black void the other night, I told you to find my son right?"
"Yes," came the quick, Spartan response from Squall.
"I realized that you don't even know what he might look like, or even have any idea at all. Thus I decided to send you back to the past for a good glimpse of what he might look like now. Come." He stood up and walked over to the shelves that held a variety of odd-looking tools and contraptions that seemed to come from another world. Taking a basin from the clutter of instruments, he took a bottle from his robe pocket and dropped two trickles of potion into it. Filling it with water from a sink, he set it upon a pedestal and began chanting in Latin. The water changed color from transparent to an opaque, glowing silver, and Squall looked at the water with amazement as it finally changed to something that resembled the silver of a mirror.
"Storm, what is this?"
"It's is a time portal which allows you to travel back to the past. I've set it to the day my wife and I left our son at the orphanage."
Squall tilted his head in a questioning look and asked, "So, what am I supposed to do?"
"Just stay put Squall. Close your eyes, and hold on to my robe, very tightly," Storm said firmly. Squall gripped the hem of the blue robe and Storm began chanting again. A bright light surrounded them and soon they were traveling through the same sky filled with seagulls that Squall and his friends had gone through when they jumped into time compression.
"What is this place? It looks familiar..." Squall asked while holding on tightly to Storm's back.
Storm replied, "This is a time portal, the very same one you took when you slipped back into the past. The reason why it looks so similar to the one you took before is because this is the portal which eventually brings us to Edea's house.
"..."
The men flew through flocks of gulls and landed in the ocean, swimming towards the beach. When they emerged from the water, they remained dry as they had before they left the office.
"Squall, drink this." Storm took out a vial with a light blue liquid. Taking another one from his pocket, he gulped the potion and he suddenly turned transparent. Squall took the potion in his hands and did the same. Squall felt himself turning invisible as the fluids touched every cell in his body.
"What is this?"
Storm looked at him in disbelief. "Surely you recognize a Hero when you see one, don't you?"
"This is a Hero?"
"It is an enhanced version of Hero, and it takes effect indefinitely until you drink another potion called Hero Counter."
"...Whatever."
Storm smirked at Squall and said, "Come on, while we have enough time, we can still take a look at my son. The enhanced Hero lasts indefinitely, but the portal will close within an hour." He fled the beach and slowly opened the door to Edea's house. Squall followed him as he crept up the stairs to a locked room that Squall recognized as Matron's quarters.
"I remember Edea putting him in this room." He chanted the word "Unlock" in his ancient tongue and it opened slightly to show a beautiful room with a crib by the window. A dark-haired woman was sleeping in the queen-sized bed.
"Is that Matron?" Squall whispered.
"Yes, and she is sleeping so do be quiet."
The men tiptoed to the crib and saw the baby. His eyes were closed, so they weren't able to get a good look at his features, but his hair was clearly brown. Storm placed a finger on the child's cheeks and began stroking it lightly.
"Squall, I miss him. You don't know how it feels for me as a father to abandon him like that. I am so ashamed of myself."
The baby stirred a bit and lay on his back. Squall pondered on Storm's words and remembered what Irvine and Zell had told him earlier in the evening.
Storm continued, "I mean, he was in danger. If he stayed with us, he would have died. But you know, as his father I could have protected him rather leave him without a trace of whom his parents were. I don't even know if I can ever face him again."
Squall tried to comfort the giant. "At least you cared for him. At least you got to know him as a child. Some parents don't even visit their children. Some don't even think of the best interests of their young ones. Some just leave them for dead. You didn't do anything wrong. You just did what you think would be best for his safety, and I think that's something really honorable, what you did for him. If my father were like you, I would have loved him back, even if he didn't even see me for years."
Through his hood, Storm said, "Thank you Squall. Well, you'd better take a good look at him."
Squall held a steady gaze on the sleeping child as he thought of Ouragan.
'Could Ouragan be Storm's long-lost son?'
"Squall, what is on your mind? I can tell that you are thinking of something when your brow is furrowed like that."
"Ouragan..." Squall mindlessly whispered.
"What was that?"
"It was nothing. Look, I think we'd better go before the portal closes."
Storm looked at his watch and agreed with Squall. The men silently closed the door and locked it before Edea could realize that something was wrong. They ran to the beach and into the water, and Squall held on tightly to Storm's back as they went back into the dream world.
When they emerged from the silver liquid, Storm went to the table and took a box out from his desk drawer. He plucked out two vials of pink liquid and gave one to Squall while he drank the contents of the other. In a minute, both men were physically whole once more.
"Squall, you understand that you must look for him. It is important for the sake of Rinoa that you find him, the son of the Double Moon."
"Double Moon?"
"Oh how forgetful of me, I didn't even tell you. To start off, let me inform you of my family heritage. My ancestors were a part of the group of Centrans who settled in Esthar a long time ago, and they were the very ones who started building the great city to the great technological marvel that it is today. Back then, one of my great grandfathers married a sorceress and became a sorcerer knight himself, although that was never recorded in history. When the sorceress gave birth to the baby, she was seemingly possessed by a demon named Ultima who tried to kill the child, but the father saved him and killed his wife to get rid of the abomination."
Squall listened intently as Storm continued.
"Both parents were killed in battle, and so the child was raised by his grandfather. However, before the father died, he cursed Ultima by saying that the twin moons of Esthar shall rise after her third demise, and that their rays shall shine upon her and will eliminate her from the fabric of time. That was not her first death, and she was resurrected rather quickly. Years later, the boy learned that the demon Ultima was actually Ultimecia's spirit from the future. As you can see, you can only kill the witch in time compression, so with a group of warriors, he led the battle against the sorceress and slew her in her world."
Squall interrupted him. "Excuse me, but you are saying that Ultimecia has already made several attempts to murder your family in the past?"
"Yes Squall."
"...Please continue sir."
"Alright. Centuries later, she once again threatened the existence of mankind and my ancestors leapt into time compression to kill her again. The second death has passed, and five hundred years later into the present, she comes back to possess Edea to kill my son. She was unsuccessful, but she found an excellent replacement to free another evil sorceress to finish what she has been trying to do in the past. Unfortunately, she possessed your girlfriend, who undoubtedly has the kindest heart a sorceress would ever have. She tried in vain to transfer her evil to Rinoa, but it never worked, as Rinoa inherently possesses powers greater than she did. Still, it surprises me that it was you and your group were the ones chosen for the third compression. Then again, the prophecy said that a sorceress and her knight shall kill the third resurrection, and that will herald the path for the ascension of the Double Moon. That, I believe, is enough for today Squall."
Squall absorbed everything Storm had told him. "You need your son to put Ultimecia to rest forever, am I right?"
"That is right Squall."
"Don't worry sir, I think I already have a hunch about your son's whereabouts. Don't worry, I'll bring him back."
"Thank you Squall, please do this for the future of mankind. We can never let Ultimecia unleash another compression again."
"Don't worry Storm, you can count on me. But next time, please don't bring me to the dreamworld after I've...um...bonded with Rinoa," Squall said with a slight blush in his face.
"Okay Squall, but I think that would be the best time to coax you to come here."
"Why?"
"Because, after a sorceress and her knight makes love, a knight's mental consciousness is slightly weakened. That way, you won't be strong enough to strangle me."
Squall could make out the smirk from his hood and said, "Whatever. Will you be kind enough to bring me back now?"
Storm snapped his fingers and said, "Very well Squall. Good night." A bright light engulfed Squall, and minutes later he was back in bed, atop his sleeping beauty.
He caressed Rinoa's face and kissed her lips softly. "Don't worry Rin, everything will be alright."
Squall went over to his side of the bed and covered his love with a blanket. He just stared blankly at the ceiling and thoughts began racing through his mind.
'Ouragan...what if he is the boy?'
'I'll ask him tomorrow about his past. Maybe he remembers a bit of his childhood.'
'Or maybe I could ask Quistis. She's his friend after all.'
Squall shivered when he felt a hand move over his chest, its warmth sending tingling sensations through his spine.
"Squall, stop thinking and go to sleep. You worry too much, "said Rinoa as she moved her head over to his chest and rested on it, feeling its warmth. She ran her hand down to his stomach and played with his abs and looked at him.
"Rin, did I wake you up?"
"No Squall, your thoughts did. I may not be able to read them, but as your soulmate I know when something is going on inside your head. Please, go to sleep." She snuggled up against him and kissed his collarbone.
Squall moaned softly and looked at Rinoa. "Rin."
Rinoa kissed him and nipped at his earlobe. "Yes, my handsome knight?"
"I love you."
Rinoa kissed his lips passionately and went back to resting her head on his chest.
"And I love you more, my knight."
The couple went to sleep, holding each other in their arms, never letting each other go. Sorceress and knight had bonded again that evening, and little did they know that inside one, another new life was being formed, the symbol of hope and innocence—the children of a knight and a sorceress in love.
========== Thank you very much guys for your wonderful reviews. I'm trying hard to hasten the pace of the story, so I hope you guys can be patient until we reach the Esthar Garden part of this fan fic. Until then, please keep reviewing! Thank you! By the way, next chapter: A New Day has Come.
To cheerlygal, thank you for being faithful to the story. I appreciate your reviews and I hope to see you writing a story too. Please recommend this story to other friends and do ask them to review too. Thanks! Love ya back!