Silence-Darkness: I'm sorry you feel that way. This last chapter was written with just about the same quality as the previous ones and spell checked quite well, though I do admit to a few "fuckups" as far as show not tell. Ex. Ryoga/Ranma talking far into the night. Should have elaborated. One more thing to say though as far as the time travel deal. Ryoga has not blitzed through time. Universe perhaps however time he did not. Will be explained.
Rionach: Hmm… well only one question. Did you finish my story or just read a few chaps and leave a review on the sixth chapter? If you finished it you would know that Ranma isn't stuck as a girl by the time you hit the fifth chapter. If you did then I'm sorry that you feel that way. I can't really make you like my fic but I'll do my best to add the right amount of sugar to your cup of tea until it's adequate. I like to think I've done a pretty good job but thank you for being honest in your opinion.
Rui Costa: Thanks for this review! I knew there would be someone out there who could check me on my WOT histories. Point 1: I looked around for a while after reading your review and found that you are most definitely correct. Caemlyn/Andor didn't exist until 1k + years after. Will change too. I have a back up in mind to fix the problem. (Manatherin would be good, your right… where else is there though?… hmm..)
Point 2: Eheh… ehehehh… a fuckup on my part. I'd never really looked at a description of Trollocs (up till you pointed this out) so I sorta just used the picture in my minds eye. Will change, sorry bout that!
Point 3: Lan can't sense Saidin or Saidar. Nothing contrary has ever been said (in the wot books that I have read) that one man, proficient in the use of the "oneness" could not sense another doing it. (Remember. Oneness, not Saidin. That's Rand's Void. Or Ranma's using of ki.) Ranma (Being the overpowered ki machine that she is) was detectable to Lan's senses. Point 4: Ah. You have delved into the future part of the story with this comment. No no, this is exactly what I want to happen. The reason Ranma does not feel the taint will be explained. If you think about it, it's quite simple but I'll let you guess.
Obsidian-Fox: Glad you read it! Also glad for the honest opinions. But well, for training, I believe Ranma would become far better due to ki enhancing exercise (meditation and the like) And six hundred years previous, her skill would have been improved yet with the six hundred years of wandering the ways alone, slackened. Her ki however, would just keep getting stronger. (Flame Dance Anyone?) As far as Akane goes… eh… I like Akane. I'm sorry. But I do. I believe she could. Hell I believe just about anyone could do what the set their minds to. (Ryoga beat Ranma a few times right? Mousse… just didn't have his heart in it.)
Oh well. Can't really use that as an excuse but I'll do my best to get rid of as much bad juju as possible kay? By the way reread Eldritch Asylum. Yeah. It pretty much kicks ass again, though last chapter was the worst of them. Hope for better on your next entry.
And So… On with the Show!
And when the moon burns as red as dried blood, thus shall the firefly light be born. And with her power, through her line, shall live on the Lady of the Flames. Life and hope and savior of the world for the rest of the ages.
Quote from "Firefly Light"
A biography,
By Dr. Matoro Konji,
Published August 17, 2019 A.D.
August 17, 0009 A.M. (After Merge)
Chapter 7: Names
"PUSH!" Nabiki cried.
"I AM pushing!" Akane snapped. "And if you say that one more time I'm hitting you with the mallet!"
Akane lay in a bed in the hospital not three miles north of the High School. She hated to admit it but her sister did have the right idea. She just wished her frantic older-sister would settle down and shut up.
Then again with her own moaning and the like she had little room to ask this of Nabiki.
"I see the head!" The doctor exclaimed.
Akane could do nothing in respect to that comment except moan. And no matter how much she told her heart to shut up and leave her alone… she wished Ranma had been here with her.
If for anything… his hand would probably be slightly stronger then the metal pole she had ground into the width of a toothpick with her clenched hand.
And as the pain receded and she was finally free of the child attached to her womb, she wished someone would tell her that he loved her.
"It's a girl, Miss Tendo." The doctor said patiently as he cut the umbilical cord.
"Akane… she's beautiful." Nabiki said in awe. Nabiki was impressed. Most babies tended to be ugly by nature but her words were genuine. It was a very cute bundle of blood and flesh. "I agree, Akane." Kasumi piped in. "What will you name her?" She asked as the doctor handed the baby to Akane.
"My little girl." Akane muttered ignoring everyone. She hadn't really thought about it until now… she was a mother. An honest to god, M-O-T-H-E-R, mother. Up till this moment all she had thought about was getting the annoying, kicking, hungry, demon out of her! But now…
"My little girl." Akane said again. She poked her nose and it sneezed and began to cry.
Akane was worried about it but the doctor assured her. "Babies cry when they're born. They all do. It helps them breath."
"What will you name her, Akane?" Kasumi repeated.
"I'm… not sure… but. Keika. Keika was the name I was thinking on." Akane said. Her eyes were still on her daughter as she addressed her sisters. "Either that or, Seisui," she added.
"I like Keika." Nabiki said. "I agree… "Pure Water" doesn't make such a good name, really. Though, don't you think Hotaru would be better?" Kasumi asked.
"No… I like "Firefly Light"… I like Keika." Akane said.
"Alright, is that what you have chosen?" The doctor asked. He stood and walked toward the exit. As Akane was about to answer "Yes" he interrupted her. "Perhaps you should think on it a little more. You don't get many chances to name your child."
"I… Hai!" Akane answered.
"Akane… should… should we let daddy in now?" Nabiki asked.
"I… don't know… you think we should?" Akane replied.
Nabiki shrugged. She wasn't sure what her father would do other then the fact that she was almost certain there would be tears involved. "If you want. I don't think he'll do anything too stupid except cry a lot."
"Daddy is rather excited isn't he?" Kasumi said happily. She glanced over at the door opposite the one the doctor had left through, where her father's face was glued to the small glass window trying desperately to see into the room his daughters resided within.
"I guess we should probably let him see her. Keika? Keika Tendo, Akane?" Nabiki asked.
"Keika… Saotome." Akane replied.
Nabiki backed up and gulped in her throat. She had discussed the memory alteration with Akane once or twice since Happosai's return, but she was still disinclined to believe it.
Who in their right mind would be so cruel as to make someone believe they had killed the person they loved?
And if so… Why?
Ranma drifted in and out of consciousness barely registering the group of people surrounding her and her companion. At first they had appeared friendly. Appeared as if they were going to call her a hero, but then that man saw her.
Some of the men were hypnotized by her unnaturally pale skin, not to mention she was naked. Most had never seen such beauty in their lives, as they were always bound together with death.
One man however, did not see beauty. He saw filth. A murderer.
"You… You, It's the Darkfriend! Aron's murderer!" He had cried. Ranma, through her dizziness, sighed in despair. They wouldn't forgive her… how could they?
As she lamented she barely noticed Ryoga take up a guarding position.
"I may hate the bastard! But the only person who can ever kill Ranma is me! I'll be damned if anyone of you lay a finger on him!" Ryoga cried. As he did this his aura came into view, blazing a bright red.
The group of Shienaran soldiers had gathered around in an almost perfect circle around Ranma and the defending Ryoga with a radius of about ten feet due to their fear of Ryoga.
"Ooooh.." Ranma muttered. "My.. Head." Her hand strayed up to her head slowly and the Shienarans backed up. They had all seen her ungodly talents. Those and the fact that her companion appeared to be able to do something similar ,or the same, had kept them both alive so far.
Ranma moaned about her head, however, every part of her body ached with pain and soreness. Not just her head. She didn't spend that much energy all that often.
"She KILLED Aron Bladesback! She deserves to die!" Someone cried from the crowd. A roar erupted from the soldiers.
Ryoga had supposed that they were talking about the blade master Ranma kept speaking of. The one whom she had killed. He didn't understand a single word out of their mouths, however, save for that name.
"HOLD!"
Came a shout. Blades were instantly drawn back at this man's order.
Ryoga didn't recognize him or his clothing but they appeared to be of
some sort of ruling class. Royalty perhaps.
Ryoga had finally
figured out that he had somehow wandered into some backwater,
third-world country. Based on the strange creatures Ranma had killed,
it was very… backwater indeed.
The man came striding into Ryoga's view on horseback. They parted for him quickly. Some bowing their heads.
"So… I do not know whether I should kill or thank her." The man muttered to himself as he strode off of his horse. He walked up towards the girl but Ryoga stood between them, towering above the shorter man with his hair in a topknot.
Ranma could barely register him but it was obvious that she could see him. The second she recognized his face she twisted hers away mumbling, "Gomen Nasai.." over and over again. A tear or two trickled down Ranma's face. It was plainly obvious that it was a struggle for her to move.
"Who are you?" Ryoga demanded as he stepped between the man and Ranma, kicking back Ranma's body. He had let this man walk up to Ranma but was not certain if he was an enemy or a friend, so he backed into a fighting stance.
"Peace! I mean you no harm!" The man said. He raised his hands defensively.
Ryoga understood the gesture and slackened his stance but only slightly.
Ryoga realized that it was pointless to keep talking and so pointed to the remaining men who held their swords pointed towards him.
The man nodded. "Sheath your swords!" he cried. Ryoga had not understood the words but understood their meaning perfectly once it was done as fast as Ryoga could blink.
"May I pass?" The man asked. He pointed towards Ranma, hoping her guardian would understand.
Ryoga did understand. He wanted to see Ranma. He nodded slowly making sure not to let down his guard.
He walked up towards her.
"Lord Agelmar!" One of the soldiers cried. He swiftly silenced him with an open-palmed gesture. He walked forward at the same pace till he stood right over the teary-eyed Ranma. He knelt down to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched but kept muttering apologies.
"Girl… Boy… whatever you are. You… are owed a great deal of respect and honor. I do not know why you killed Aron but you saved the entire nation of Shienar as it is today. You will be welcomed back to Fal Dara, regardless of your past actions if you answer me why you killed Aron." Agelmar demanded.
"I… It was… an accident… I… can't… see… accident." Ranma murmured as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Ryoga didn't understand any of Ranma's words and began to think that there was a slight possibility of truth to Ranma's insane story of the previous night. Ranma speaking a different language? Impossible!
Agelmar smiled.
"Ranma… tonight we feast on your behalf, savior of Shienar." Agelmar said as he turned to look directly at another man standing back in the circle behind his stallion.
"NO! She should die! She killed him! She killed - !" "SILENCE!" Agelmar cried, stopping the man dead in his tracks. "This girl single handedly destroyed the army that would have ended Shienar! Would you rather her have not done anything and have Shienar end up like Malkier? No! We live on thanks to her!"
Then with a joyous twist of his head he looked at the mass of his soldiers and cried. "Shienar! May you forever defend against the Shadow! Long Live Shienar! We Ride for Fal Dara!"
A roar erupted from the crowds as they accented to their Lord's demands. Many of them if not all, turned and began to walk back down towards the valley that Ranma had now discerned as Tarwin's Gap.
A smile of contentment came to Ranma's face. She looked at Ryoga and he dropped his defensive stance upon seeing her smile. She didn't know why she called him it but the name came to her as she was about to say Ryoga. "Thanks… P-chan."
Ryoga growled but for some reason, could not bring forth his usual anger at this weak and energy-less Ranma. The rival-slash-friend he had thought dead for almost five months. "Bring these two to Fal Dara. Give the boy a mount and food and water. Carry the girl. She is to be honored. She saved us all today…" Agelmar said to the same man again. The man nodded and went to do his lord's command.
Ryoga didn't really know what to do. The man walked up to him with a horse and a smile.
"Ak'matorma Asutren Sudo On" Ryoga heard a man who had approached Ranma say merrily as he covered her naked form with a warm blanket to fight off the biting cold.
"Nokarai." Ranma replied. "E sutra carol ento."
Ranma replied. She tried to wobble to her legs but fell down on the
hard rocks below her and let out a muted gasp.
"E Toto No" He said.
He bent down and slipped a hand beneath the blanket and lifted Ranma.
Noticing Ryoga's look of distrust, Ranma muttered. "It's… ok… Ryoga."
Ryoga decided he would question Ranma later on the conversation as an enormous horse was guided right in front of him.
"Patrailia." The man said as he slapped the horse. Ryoga assumed correctly that this was the horse's name. "Enock incosutred noel. Case morofon en."
"Wayfinder." Ranma said translating to Ryoga as she was lifted onto a wagon. "He's a good horse. Take care of him."
"I… I will." Ryoga replied though he said it to Ranma instead of the man. He had never owned a horse before but he was no beginner with riding them. In fact he was rather good at it.
Ryoga jumped himself atop the horse. Suddenly he felt more at home then he ever had in his life.
She watched silently. She was almost, but not completely, certain that this was the red-haired girl from the ways. But how was that possible?
The girl stood with fire blazing around her, dancing. She was one with the flames burning below her making them brighter and transforming them into a deeper shade of red.
Suddenly beside the image appeared a Dragon. It wrapped it's long neck around the dancing girl in a protective manner.
Again, suddenly, the red light of the flames surrounding the girl erupted blasting the dragon back. The flames along with the red aura disappeared, leaving just the girl. She wore a red shirt made of the finest silks from some far off land. They shined like no other clothing she had seen. She wore long blue pants tied together at the waist, and slippers looking much like tap shoes some of the more odd gleemen or dancers would wear.
Despite the obvious royalty of her clothing, no matter how good they looked on the pigtailed red-head, they were a man's clothes.
The red-head smiled and then walked away from her, fading into the darkness.
Suddenly a great splinter appeared and slammed into the side of the dragon, carving a deep wound into it's side.
The red-haired girl appeared again and the side of the dragon healed. Then both faded.
More images arose. A green haired lady of beauty unlike any she had ever seen, scantily clad in a uniform that showed more of her body than she dared to call decent. She stood in front of a great gateway. It was… frightening.
Yet again the red-head appeared and began to duel with the green-haired lady in intense hand to hand combat. The red-head flipped everywhere while the green haired woman let loose vortex like blasts at her opponent.
Suddenly the Red-head disappeared and a small circular purple light left the green-haired woman's body flowing out of her chest.
Yet another woman appeared. This one with blue hair. She was beautiful though she didn't hold a candle to the green-haired lady, and even the red-haired girl dressed like a man seemed more beautiful. However the two both grabbed the ball of light and tugged at it with all their might.
Then the images faded, leaving only one sparing glance at a child, no more than a year old, bathed in red light.
"GAH!" Egwene cried as she woke from her slumber. Dreams… she'd been getting more and more lately. What with Rand now seemingly the Dragon Reborn… who knows what they could have meant? She, Nynaeve, Moiraine, Lan, Mat, Perrin, Loial, and Rand had all traveled north, far into the Blight. They came upon a land that somehow, had not been consumed by the poisons and toxins of the blight, where they had met the Green Man of Legend.
They moved onward into the heart of this small patch of good grass and trees. The green man showed them to the eye of the world, where two forsaken had appeared.
And now, Moiraine had said that Rand, and not her, had been the one to eliminate them. That Rand Al' Thor was the Dragon Reborn. Lews Therin Kinslayer reborn into the flesh to battle the dark one once again. How had all of this happened? Why could she not tell Perrin and Mat about Rand?
The Green Man died killing Balthamel. Then, Aginor followed Rand upwards while they were left to tend to the broken Aes Sedai.
Then Rand returned saying that Ba'alzamon was dead? DEAD? The Dark one? Dead?
Rand was a man who could channel. This had been a thing feared since the Breaking over two thousand years ago when Lews Therin Telamon and the hundred companions sealed the bore in which the Dark One was imprisoned.
It had been no simple thing. The counter stroke of the dark one had left the male half of the Source, Saidin, tainted and foul, driving men who could use it's powers insane.
It had happened with Lews Therin. He had gone insane and killed all of his remaining relatives giving him the name, Lews Therin Kinslayer. He was also known as The Dragon.
And now that very same thing was destined to happen again? With Rand?
Egwene didn't know what to do. So she roused herself from her sleep and readied herself for another day's travel. They were almost back to Fal Dara. A half day's walk south and they would arrive.
Akane sighed as she lay on her bed, staring out the window. Three Fourteen A.M. On November the seventeenth, Keika was born. It was now about five in the morning and she couldn't sleep.
Her search for someone to lift her memory block had come up in failure. However she had finally discerned what had happened. Or at least what must have happened.
Ranma had told her he had loved her. Things had progressed. Yatta yatta da de da. Until one day Shampoo noticed it, drugged Ranma, blocked her memory and left with him.
Or perhaps it was more heinous. Ranma raped her then went to Shampoo, erased her memory and then left with the Amazons?
Or perhaps… perhaps Pluto's kidnapping had been the real truth. Nabiki had said nothing to make this seem impossible or even improbable.
Any of these and more ideas sprang into her head as she lay still staring out her window. She got up and walked over to it, wanting to see more of the night sky hoping it would help her think.
Then in the distance, she saw the moon.
It was blood red.
Saidar took her and surrounded her in it's all powerful light.
"And when the moon burns as red as dried blood, thus shall the firefly light be born. And with her power, through her line, shall live on the Lady of the Flames. Life and hope and savior of the world for the rest of the ages."
Akane felt dizzy. All she had done was walked to the window and the second she saw the awkward colored moon, she suddenly became very dizzy and woozy. It was kind of confusing to her but she decided to disregard it.
"It must be an… ooooh… after effect of the… birth." She mumbled to herself as her stomach lurched.
She wobbled slowly back to her bed and fell down onto it, never noticing the doctor closing the door slowly.
Ranma was restless. She was glad she could finally walk again. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to dance the flames to restore her vast ki reserves but for some reason the annoying healer kept telling her to settle up and rest.
She didn't need rest! She needed to Dance!
Ryoga was useless. He agreed with the healer, after she translated what the healer was saying, directly before demanding to know how she had gotten so much ki.
She repeatedly told him she had lived for twenty
thousand years alone with nothing to do but train but he didn't believe
her. He thought it was some special technique.
She was glad when
night fell and the army called for a halt. They set up camp quickly, in
merry preparation for their glorious and victorious arrival at Fal
Dara. There would be stories about Ranma and the Miracle at Tarwin's
gap told for the next hundred years!
Maroga, the man who had lifted her into the wagon earlier that day had told her that she would be considered a hero and rewarded at Fal Dara.
She felt like no hero but happily replied, " I just wanted to redeem myself… I didn't mean to kill…"
Fortunately Maroga had not known Blademaster Aron Bladesback. "He was legendary with the sword but, accidents happen, child."
Maroga consistently called Ranma child after that whenever they talked. It annoyed her to no end but she never voiced that annoyance.
Ranma now lay in her bed again, as walking still made her limbs ache a little. But it was about time she stopped all this nonsense. She could heal herself instantly if she could just get to a fire…
She stood and wobbled to the tent entrance.
She walked out of the tent quickly so as not to distract anyone and moved stealthily and unnoticed until she saw a fire. Where there was fire there had to be something to make it with. The flint and steel were found easily enough though she assumed they were not called that here. Ranma quickly stole them and moved off into a wooded area two hundred meters from the farthest edge of the camp.
"Here should be good." She thought. She gathered a few logs quickly and had the fire crackling in no more than five minutes.
She quickly removed her shoes, looked at the flames for a few moments, and then stepped into the blazing fire.
The dance took over her instantly. It had been a very long time since she'd had to do something so strenuous. The flames moved her and she flowed and danced, encasing her entire form. The flames grew to a great bonfire encasing all of her body making her seem like an angel of fire. The flames never touch her skin and wherever the flames blew she followed, taking in their energy and gathering it as her own.
The fire grew brighter and spectators appeared. Instead of attacking they watched in awe as a child's story they had grown up with erupted before their very eyes, but Ranma didn't care.
It had been far too long since she had danced the flames.
Ranma gained more energy, and as she danced the flames grew higher still, attracting the entire camp to stare at the bright light rising over head embracing the trees yet not burning them. The soldiers were whispering amongst each other. The children's tale had come true. Whispers, stories parents told their children. Story's about the Legendary Lady of the Flames, the lady who commanded fire. It had long been thought to be just a children's story. A children's song told by gleemen…
A soldier began humming a short tune and it was soon carried on till many began to chorus it.
Meorco se flam viv lon,
Seosindara tor seon,
Latt'e este floren ensoto siod,
Meorco Se Flam viv lon.
Meorco se flam viv lon,
Creed orcul lun,
viven se sol,
Meorco se flam viv lon.
Ryoga watched in as much awe as any of the others from atop his horse. He, like every other man, had been attracted to the great fire not two hundred meters into the forest next to the clearing they had set up camp in.
And what did he find? None other than his most hated rival, naked once again, dancing within a great bonfire.
Ranma was… a demon or angel… something not human. Ryoga remember a time when Ranma burned his hands learning the Chesnut Fist. Ryoga remembered watching from his position in Akane's hands.
Remembered a time when Ranma moved more like a man than a woman.
This was not the Ranma he remembered. This Ranma was… older… wiser…
Breathtaking…
"Ranma…" He muttered.
When the soldiers began to sing Ryoga didn't understand a word. And he so wished he could. This new language was odd to him. He had never had problems with language before… he assumed he just knew all of them because no matter where he went he always spoke the right language… except here.
"The Lady of the Flames Lives On,
She lives through suffering,
As the wheel be ignoring,
The Lady of the Flames Lives On."
"Who said that?" Ryoga demanded.
He looked around but found no one nearby who was paying him any attention.
"The Lady of the Flames Lives On,
Cast into darkness,
Dwelling in madness,
The Lady of the Flames Lives On,"
Ryoga became almost afraid. He dismounted, somehow feeling quite lonely upon doing so, and then entered his tent, wary of the voice following him.
His horse whinnied anxiously but, of the voices, he heard no more.
The Lady of The Flames danced late into the night. Long after even the most amazed watcher had shut their eyes. The biting cold of the late Winter air did not bite one soldier that night.
Ranma finished her dance, coming out of the deep ki-induced trace, to the sound of crackling fire in the deep dead of night.
She walked out of the flames, which instantly reduced to a much less bright light, to find that the center of the camp had been moved. Sleeping men surrounded her. A few sentry guards were awake. A few of the few glanced her way and smiled in a most, un-gentlemanly way.
However most of the few guards still awake stayed vigilant.
Ranma had been told that this was the greatest of the borderlands who fought the forces of the blight. They had to be good at something to get a title like that.
She quickly entered a random tent and stole a pair of clothes. Dressed in old and rugged leggings and a light tunic she walked outside. Put out the remains of her fire, clearing away the soot and ashes. Directly where it had been, after the ground was cleared, she sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes.
Lord Agelmar watched the girl as she stepped forth from her bathing in the flames. Watched as she sat cross-legged and closed her eyes tight in the midst of the sleeping soldiers, tents and other camp fires.
He was as awed as the rest of his men of course, however, his awe was about something completely different.
"As far back a seven hundred years. It was an old prophecy." He thought to himself. Long ago, before Shienar was the closest nation to the blight, a great Aes Sedai came to their region.
"The Lady of Undying, The Lady of the Flames, Flare Dancer, shall come when the moon is blood red, at the break of winter. As the Lord of the Morning faces the Dark One, Nae Blis shall duel The Lady of Undying. The Lady Once Man. She and The Lady of Time will lead the world to Tetra Ode. Should she be named and marked, She and The Lady of Time will lead the world to Tetra Ode. Name her O Shienar, or all will fall to Darkness once more…"
The Aes Sedai known as Conesuin had left this prophecy… this, "Foretelling," and, for the most part it had not left Shienar save for in rumor and a few gleeman songs. The Lord of Shienar had recorded the prophesy and kept it safe, passing it down through the generations.
"So it begins… You shall be named." Agelmar thought.
As he wandered closer to his tent he looked into the sky, and couldn't help but notice the moon was blood red.
"You shall be named." He whispered. With that he entered his tent for a good night's sleep.
"Good, now… close your eyes… it's easier if you close your eyes at least for the first time." Pluto said quietly.
Her pupils did so.
"Now…
if you're concentrating hard enough you should see it. The way to
embrace it is to surrender to it. Let it rule you and you shall control
it." She said. "I see it!" Mars exclaimed.
"I knew you would first. You've learned
ki… of course you would know how to properly concentrate." Pluto
replied to her straining student.
"I.. I can't really… see it. But I feel something." Moon said calmly.
"You will gradually come to learn to control it. Just keep trying and soon you shall sense it by heart." Pluto said.
Neptune and Uranus were having no progress whatsoever. Saturn had come close. Mercury had it visualized and almost touched when suddenly.
BANG!
Pluto slammed her scepter into Venus effectively knocking the poor blonde unconscious.
"Pluto!" Moon demanded angrily.
"She had embraced it. She was taking too much. If you take too much you could be stifled or even killed by the power. Let me train you Princess. I know what I am doing." Pluto said.
"… Don't you think you could come up with a… better way to stop her than knocking her unconscious?" Moon asked calmly once more.
"Short of guarding her from Saidar, no." Pluto said quickly.
Moon walked over to where her comrade lay unconscious and rubbed her head where it was swelling. A white light appeared from her finger tips and the bump on Venus's head went down some.
Moon pulled her hand away… "It's happening so fast…" She thought.
"Oohh… my head…" Venus moaned as she drifted into consciousness.
"Are you ok, Venus?" Moon asked patiently.
"Of.. Ahhh… course…" She moaned as she wobbled onto her knees back to the same position the other sat at, all of them save for Moon and Pluto with their eyes closed, concentrating hard.
"It was so… wonderful… I.. It enveloped me… burned me from within!" She moaned.
Pluto looked to her and said, "That is how it feels to embrace it. However, you must not take to much… if you do you could burn yourself out and make it so you never can embrace it again."
"How did you find out about this, Pluto?" Mercury asked, opening her eyes and looking at Pluto directly.
Pluto's answer was quick, and for once, true, "It comes to me when I am in dire need. And when it comes to me, people all over the world can start to embrace it. Though it never last's too long. As soon as the need is gone, Saidar will go with it.
"Why… why now? We have no enemies anymore!" Venus demanded.
"Because… there will be one enemy… though this one is a personal enemy of mine. I'm teaching you this so that after you are done learning, I can… request your aid." Pluto said almost solemnly. "You… don't have to aid me if you don't want to… Crystal Tokyo is now assured but…"
"Well of course we'll help you! You've helped us many times before right? Don't worry, Setsuna. We'll help you if you need it!" Venus said as she stood and faced Pluto.
Pluto smiled… "Thank you…" She whispered.
With the morning had gone the last traces of winter. Green grass was already rising below the soldiers feet. It was as if their victory had brought Spring back and it was trying to catch up with what Winter had took of it. Grass grew, trees became green, and flowers bloomed before the soldier's very eyes as the made their way back to their home.
The arrival at Fal Dara was a magnificent and joyous one. Festivals, feasting, a few children's songs were sung many times.
A few assorted fine Ales were brought out and given freely by the Lord himself to all the soldiers in celebration of the "Deathless Victory". It hadn't truly been deathless as there had been a few casualties but there were no more than a dozen.
It was mid day when the army arrived and one hour past noon a messenger was sent to Fal Moran, where the women and children of Fal Dara had retreated, to tell them the great news.
Ranma sat on one of the towers, high in the sky, looking at the bright noon sun.
"So here you are." She heard a man say as he approached.
"Ryoga? How did you find me?" Ranma asked. Ranma was now hiding. She had received thank you after thank you and was half way to the point of being praised before she had had too much and skyrocketed her way up to the roof of one of the higher towers.
She was no hero. She was still a murderer. Yet they seemed to have forgiven and forgotten. How Ryoga had found her was a mystery. If she remembered right, Ryoga's sense of direction was horrid. Now that she thought about it, she had not spoke with Ryoga since she had
"I looked up. You always choose the air." Ryoga said as he approached and sat down beside her.
Ryoga had conveniently failed to mention the real reason he had found her. It was the grey stallion he had been given. It had taken him to the tower and it had acted as if it were looking up, granting him a glimpse of his target. It was a very smart horse.
"I… I guess I do." Ranma replied. She looked at the horizon longingly.
Meanwhile Ryoga looked at her in the same way. "Ranma you… you really have been alone for… twenty millennia stuck as a girl haven't you?"
"Yes." Ranma replied not looking towards him. "What made you believe me?"
"I… the dance. The Ranma I know… wouldn't have been caught dead doing that. But you…" Ryoga trailed off.
"I… Ryoga what type of person was I? Back when… before…" Ranma trailed off as well.
"You were an obnoxious jock who always thought you were better than everyone else! A jerk, a moron, a jackass, casanova who only thought of himself!" Ryoga said angrily.
"I… I'm sorry." Ranma said. "Am… am I still?"
"I… I don't think so. The Ranma I knew was a man but you…"
"I'm a man!" Ranma replied, swinging her head to face him angrily in the same way she once did, nineteen thousand, nine hundred and eighty two years before.
Ryoga chuckled. "You can't even stand up in your male form without falling face first onto the ground! How can you possibly call yourself a man?"
"I… but… I am. I'm still not comfortable in this form… I'm still. I still want to be…" Ranma muttered. She sighed and continued. "I guess your right. I… I do look really stupid as a man, walking like a girl and all…"
"Yeah… yeah you do, Ranma." Ryoga laughed. "I still can't believe you actually FORGOT that you were a man."
"I… I didn't forget! I always sorta knew… I always… felt like a guy… But I was a girl, so… in the ways… with… well I started to act like… the girls in… the book."
Ryoga began to laugh but at her glare he settled down and quickly decided to change the subject. "So… you really forgot all about Shampoo? Ukyo? Mr. Saotome? Even Kasumi?"
"I… Remember Kasumi! And… Ukyo… U… Uuchan? Shampoo doesn't really ring any bells though." Ranma replied.
"I'm… sorry to hear that. You, really liked Akane then?" Ryoga asked anxiously.
"I loved her." Ranma replied. "Though… I don't know anymore. There was Machin… and… well"
The words felt even more right on his tongue than her declaration of masculinity.
"Machin? Who's that?" Ryoga asked, while quickly and unnoticeable changing the subject away from the one whom his heart owed affection too.
"Um… he's… he's no one! Bye!" Ranma cried as she instantly stood and jumped clear across the city to the other tower.
"Hey, wait!" But Ryoga could only watch in amazement as the girl landed so far away he could only barely make her out.
"Your… much less of a jerk… as a girl Ranma." Ryoga whispered.
He hopped down from the tower a story or three at a time, hanging by each stone-carved window till he hit the ground.
His horse was no where to be found so he decided to make his own way to Ranma on foot.
And suddenly he was five feet smaller, black and covered in a pile of his own clothing.
"Damn curse!" He muttered to himself. A man had just randomly flung an entire bucket of water directly behind him.
Fortunately no one had witnessed his change. He wobbled out from his clothes and searched around for a way to return to his human form without anyone noticing but found none.
Frustrated, he began to wander throughout the huge town and soon he was completely lost.
Ranma jumped down from the tower. She'd only been up there for about an hour, perhaps less, when she realized that Ryoga was not going to follow her.
She hopped down and was greeted by a few men. "There she is! You see! I told you she was up on the tower!" One of them cried to the other as he pointed her out.
The men surrounding her were working hard for the upcoming events of the night, when their women and children would return, so fortunately, most were to busy to spare her more than a smile and a hello… she still received a few thank yous though.
She walked slowly onward throughout the streets that she was beginning to become accustomed to when suddenly she saw something that terrified her, though why she could not explain.
"DON'T KILL THAT PIG!" She cried!
The butcher holding the small piglet stopped, holding the knife in mid air above his head. In his left hand, he held down a small black piglet with a yellow bandana around it's neck.
"But… but… I found it wanderin' the city! There's no use for it! It won't get much bigger and I'm getting hungry!"
Ranma zoomed forward and snatched the pig from the man in the blink of an eye. Not noticing it looking at her with watering eyes.
"But but… Well… I guess I don't have much choice. You saved my life after all. May the light Illumine you and your pig." The man sneered, even though he did manage to place a smile on his face.
Ranma had no idea why she had saved the little piglet. But now that she thought about it…
"This pig looks exactly like the one in my carving… the carving was… RYOGA! Your cursed too! Now I remember!" She exclaimed. The pig nodded exaggeratedly.
A few people around her were startled by her out burst but she took off too fast to notice. She made it to her room in the north eastern tower and arrived in an instant to find a kettle already burning in the fire. The water had been placed there, as per her request and now she had a much more pertinent reason for using it.
She poured the water on her friend and watched as he grew into a full grown man, the man she had spoke with not more than an hour ago.
"Uh… heh heh… hi." She said awkwardly.
"I… thanks… Ranma." Ryoga said edgily.
An awkward silence followed in which Ryoga simply stood there, stock naked, as Ranma stood looking up at him.
"Well uh… since I've been here… I've seen you… "gulp" naked what… three.. Times now right!" Ryoga stuttered and an effort to break the silence.
"I… yeah." Ranma said. "Um… here! Here take some of these clothes!" She said as she gave him a pair of trousers and a shirt. "… Thanks." Ryoga said moodily.
He quickly put the clothing articles on and left the room without a word, to go find his bag and clothes.
Ranma breathed a sigh of relief upon his exit. She didn't know what she would have done if he had stayed. She probably would have bashed him over the head. All the girls in the book did it when they saw a naked man… or something of the like. Well… unless they were in love with said man. Then it was a completely different matter.
Most girls did…
She sighed. "I may want to be a man," She thought, "But I don't really think like one."
She sighed once again.
"Ranma Saotome of the Anything Goes School Martial Arts, on behalf of all of Shienar, I wish to thank you for all you have done." Lord Agelmar exclaimed. His voice echoed throughout the enormous hallway. Hundreds… thousands were gathered within the gargantuan room.
"You will always be welcome in Fal Dara. May peace favor your sword, and may the light illumine and protect you." He said quickly.
"I… thank you very much." Ranma said quickly bowing her head low. She had gradually become able to walk as she stayed in her male form for the last half of the day, but changed back for the ceremony just in case she tripped.
The were still a little bit of chill in the night air that had not been present during the day but Ranma ignored it easily. "I would like to present you with this." Agelmar said suddenly. Drawing a small cloth of a long object lying on the table he stood next to.
"I… what. What's this?" She asked calmly.
Agelmar held the blade and unsheathed it in the blink of an eye with one fluid motion.
"This blade," he said, "Belonged to Blademaster Aron."
The blade was absolutely breathtaking as far as blades go. The Saotome Honor Blade didn't hold a candle to this excellent piece of craftsmanship. The silver blade shone with the reflection of the torches which lighted the hall. The hilt was firm and strong with a metal hilt that curved up to form two distinct flames on either side of the blade. The bottom held a red jewel that looked like it would be worth millions in yen and on the blade were two kanji that Ranma could not understand.
"I… I no I can't accept this…"
"It would be offensive to him if you did not. A warrior, defeated in battle, respect's their defeater, even in death." Agelmar said calmly. "I ask that you would accept it."
Ranma didn't hesitate for long though she felt she should have. She killed a man and received his sword for doing so? What… what?
"I… I accept, You've… you've been too kind." Ranma said quickly bowing once again.
"May the light illumine and protect you, Lady of the Flames. Yours will be a presence that shall warm the world." Agelmar finished.
A great cheer arose from the crowd as Ranma was directed out of the great hall.
She didn't know what he meant with his final comment though she had become used to being called "The Lady of the Flames," or "The Lady of Undying. All for some reason based upon her ability to dance in fire."
As a matter of fact she was beginning to like the title.
"What… what does it say?" She asked tentatively looking at the blade as it was given to her.
"Flare Dancer… a fitting title… perhaps Aron knew about you all along." Agelmar said.
"I… thank you." Ranma replied.
A cheer arose from the crowd as Ranma attached the blade to her back. "May peace favor your sword." Agelmar finished.
The crowd kept cheering.
"So," Ryoga asked, "Mind telling me half of what was going on in there?"
Ranma looked at him nervously. She didn't know him as well as she wished she had. He was a friend, and never shouted "Prepare to Die!" like her memories told her he did, but still…
"They… thanked me." She said simply.
"Hmm. I wish I could understand what they were saying." He replied.
Fitting in for Ryoga had been awkward. He couldn't speak to anyone except Ranma but for some reason, couldn't get lost like he normally did. Which was fortunate. If he got lost on this world he might NEVER get back.
"So… I still have questions Ranma." Ryoga said suddenly after a long pause.
"Like what?"
"First off, where are we. I still have no idea where on Earth we are!" He cried.
"I… I don't know really but… it's not home. It's… it's another world. I don't know how you got here. But. If I could help you I would. But I have no idea how to get home. I got here through a portal in the ways…"
"Then we'll go there"
"NO!" Ranma shouted. The much more calmly she said, "I… no… we can't."
"Why?" Ryoga asked impatiently.
"Because… he'll… he'll kill you." Ranma stuttered.
Ryoga turned his gaze directly at her. "Who? Who will kill me?"
Ranma looked down at her feet, finding the ground very interesting. "Machin…" she whispered.
"Who is this "Machin" you keep talking about? What's so bad about him? If you could take him! I could take him!" Ryoga said angrily.
"No you couldn't!" Ranma cried. "He'd kill you… I… don't wanna see another friend die. You saved me… Ryoga. I… I can't let you die."
"Ranma…" Ryoga replied, taken aback by her outburst. This was definitely NOT the Ranma he knew.
"Moiraine Sedai! Your presence warms me! But why are you here and not in a bed? Ingtar! Did you not call for a healer!" Agelmar shouted.
"Ingtar is acting on my command, Lord Agelmar. I'm not so frail as everyone here seems to think." Moiraine said calmly.
"Ah, true. I would ask, as you do not seem to be in satisfactory health, why do you feel such a strong need to speak with me so immediately?" Agelmar asked.
"There are important matter that I wish to discuss with you… alone." She said glancing around at the few guards and healers situated in Lord Agelmar's study.
Agelmar glance at these same people and they quickly left. Leaving only Moiraine, Rand, Lan, and Loial carrying a large golden chest.
"Hmm…" Agelmar sighed, "Ingtar is saddened. He wanted to fight so dearly."
"Ingtar's time will come. He is a good man and a good fighter. Perhaps he will fight in the coming Tarmon Gai'don." Moiraine said patiently.
"You talk of Tarmon Gai'don so easily. Is the Last Battle so close that we now speak of it in casual conversation?" Agelmar asked solemnly.
"I believe it will happen before you feel the Last Embrace of the Mother." Moiraine replied steadily.
Agelmar sighed and was about to say something when Moiraine began, "But I have more pressing matters to deal with. We hear… you won a great victory in Tarwin's Gap."
"You hear true. The trollocs and Halfmen were wiped out by She who Dances the Flames. Savior of Shienar." Agelmar said calmly.
"Who is - ?" Rand began but was interrupted by a harsh glare from Moiraine.
"The lady who became a man whom you sent to me." Agelmar said calmly. "She… killed one of my best men by accident. In a quest for redemption she destroyed the entire army of the dark. She still will not tell me how, but only that she used her "ki. She sent blue spheres of fire from atop the Reyonen mountain, hailing upon our enemy till the very last was in retreat or demise…"
"That girl… or boy…" Moiraine said, "Might shake the world more so, than even the Dragon Reborn."
"Why? Why is she so important? Never before, save for Conesuin's Foretelling has she ever been mentioned. Who… is she?" Agelmar demanded suddenly excited.
"She… she has no thread in the pattern. She is not bound by the wheel…" Moiraine said, somehow still calmly, while Rand and Loial gasped. Even Lan let his eyes widen a little.
"N..n not.. Bound?" Agelmar asked. "I… I shall drop the matter. That is… to much to comprehend at one time… Peace, what… what of you, Aes Sedai, in the Blight? You found the Green Man? I see his hand in the new things growing."
"We found him." Moiraine said. "The Green Man is Dead, and the Eye of the World is gone. However, two great foes are now no more than dust. But I fear that no longer will young men will travel North seeking glory…"
Agelmar frowned, confused and almost angered by yet more bad news. "So… you were defeated? The Green Man cannot be dead? But the what about the flowers? Growing things?" He asked desperately.
"We won. And the release of the cold Winter's grip is proof of our victory, though the last battle has not yet been fought. The forges of Thakan'dar still work below Shayol Ghul. Do not let your guard down. The Blight still stands." Moiraine told.
"I would never let down my guard!" Agelmar exclaimed.
"See that you do not." Moiraine replied sharply.
She motioned to Loial and he moved forward after lifting the golden chest once again.
"There is something I must show you, Lord Agelmar." Moiraine said quickly.
"Such as?" Agelmar said, though he did not look at her. He sighed into his palm as he took in all of her news not paying too much attention due to his expectancy of more dreadful events having occurred within the Blight.
"This." Moiraine said as she gestured towards the golden trunk held by the Ogier Loial.
He set it onto the ground and Moiraine strode towards it and opened it.
What Agelmar saw made his eyes pop out of their sockets.
"The Horn… the… the Horn of Valere." The man said in a state of such awe that Rand thought the man might kneel.
"My
lady Sedai with this it matters not how much of our guard we keep!"
Agelmar exclaimed. "With the Horn of Valere, the Heroes of old brought
back to life, we will march to the Bore and level Shayol Ghul"
"NO?" Moiraine cried with such a force that it made Agelmar jump with surprise.
"This is no taunt. But it is a bring of faith. With this sight you will know that our might will be as great as that of the Dark. The Horn must be carried South to Illian. The Prophecies tie it there and that is where it must be to gather the forces of the light. It must go to Illian I am trusting you to bring it there." Moiraine said quickly.
The chest shut with an audible "clamp" and with that Agelmar felt as if he was a starved man made to stare at a feast through iron bars.
"As you say, Aes Sedai. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. It shall go to Illian." Agelmar said.
"So it shall." Moiraine replied.
Rand was glad the meeting was finally over as they left the Lord of Fal Dara's study. He was becoming very angry at the Aes Sedai's tendency to glare at him every time he tried to get a word in…
Ryoga's sword blurred around him as he swung the blade like an expert. It was not much different then his umbrella, though he still preferred the umbrella to the sword, he was under the impression that he had gotten quite good with the light weight killing device.
His opponent was a master. Ryoga knew he could beat his opponent hands down with his fists or his umbrella, however, this combat was a little different.
"No no no!" He shouted. "You will never be able to dodge a left lunge with speed like that! Do it again!" Lan shouted.
Lan was disappointed in Ryoga, not for his lack of skill, but more for his lack of… well… interest. He was amazing in weapons combat and nigh on otherworldly in unarmed fighting.
But he held little interest for the sword.
"It's a weapon used to kill. And, much as I act like it is, that's not really my cup a' tea." He had said.
Rand on the other hand, showed far more enthusiasm though it was for a completely different reason. He said things that were odd every now and then such as, "I just want my father to be proud of me…" and then mumble something more about his father afterwards.
Ranma on the other hand, did not practice with Lan. She had no need to.
Lan thought back to when he had asked her if she would like to learn.
Lan found his sword in four pieces in less than a blink of an eye, cut by her own bare hands. After that he had not asked her again about a the sword. She was simply so good with hand to hand that anything else was worthless.
"I'm fine I think, though thanks for asking. I really don't want to fight anymore. I'm… I'm sick of it." She had said.
But… that was only as a female. If someone saw him as a male, what the would see was a boy, walking, talking, and acting mostly like a woman. Not to mention tripping over himself every good chance he got. Lan almost thought the boy did it on purpose considering all the attention it got her.
Ranma would never admit it but the attention was nice enough to make a few… over exaggerated trips… She thought they would forgive her… it had been a long time since she had had attention… now she was getting enough of it to make up for her twenty millennia.
"Damnit!" Ryoga cried as yet another practice sword snapped under his swing.
Lan had been interested by this word the first time Ryoga had said it but now it was becoming so commonplace it was boring. Ryoga had been learning the language and was making leaps and bounds of progress. Ranma had been teaching him slowly though he was still learning far faster than should be possible.
"I are not liking this!" Ryoga cried. As his language developed, Lan realized that he, like Ranma, also had somewhat of a Saldaean accent.
One month gone since their expedition into the Blight. Two weeks since Ryoga caused the Great Builder's Bane.
He had gone trashing through out the city pulverizing massive stone monuments and the like all in an attempt to get Ranma to fight him.
"I WON'T FIGHT, Damnit!" She shouted in her own language.
Fortunately she didn't have too. Ryoga was not invincible and had been knocked unconscious by a the strong throw of a very blunt piece of rubble by none other than Lan himself. That was when he offered to train Ryoga. He obviously wanted a fighting partner, and he would get one. He had barely understood but he got the general gist of it, especially when, "The Lady of the Flames" began to translate for him.
"Warder Lan, sir… I… I have some information sent from the Mistress Aes Sedai," said a scrawny little man-servant known by the name of Iudas.
"Yes?" Lan asked patiently.
"She says that… well… there's to be an announcement. My lady Moiraine Sedai says that the Amyrlin Seat is here.
Suddenly a loud trumpet call sounded in the distance. Rand jerked his head to the West, along with Ryoga, and Ranma who sat watching against a tree a few paces back.
Suddenly Rand began to panic. Neither Ranma, nor Ryoga knew anything about the Dragon Reborn or the histories of him. Rand, however, did. He was the Dragon Reborn, or so Moiraine said.. And that was why the Amyrlin seat, Flame of Tar Valon, leader of the White Tower of the Aes Sedai was coming here… him.
Ryoga and Ranma were both looking at the fidgeting Rand, awkwardly. They had become acquaintances though Rand didn't know either Ranma or Ryoga too well. Except that he knew Ryoga would knock his arm off if he was not properly prepare, there was little about the two he could say definitely.
They were quite obviously either mortal enemies or… or… on-and-off lovers in the way they argued and fought all the time. They were good friends nonetheless.
"The Amyrlin Seat." Lan muttered, "Sheepherder… you were wanting to leave? You might not get another chance. I would go now while you still have time."
Rand
looked on surprised. Lan… a warder sworn to the service of an Aes
Sedai, those meant to take and gentle men who could channel the male
half of the power, was helping him?
"You must go NOW sheepherder. You have no time." Lan said.
With that, the man known to a precious few as, "The Dragon Reborn," nodded and made a mad dash for the stables where his mount resided.
Ranma and Ryoga stared as he ran. "What him problem?" Ryoga asked brokenly.
"He is in trouble." Lan said.
"Oh… ok." Ryoga replied and then went back to dismantling a tree with his fists.
Ryoga was surprised with himself. A whole month and he had not gotten lost. He was still with Ranma in this place… Fal Dara, the great city. Final stronghold of the light before the Blight.
Ryoga… was beginning to like living in the backwater world. It was… comforting. Cozy. Not nearly as angry as life on his home world. In Ranma's book, Setuma Ayo was made fun of for his shortness and glasses every day.
Here… none of that mattered. It was all love all… no one had favorites. Everyone had to be wary, trollocs could attack at any time… that over rode petty differences that had made Ryoga so uncomfortable at home.
Ranma on the other hand, had never wanted to stop trying to get home.
"Come, we must meet the Amyrlin Seat. Perhaps it will by the Sheepherder time." Lan said.
Ryoga stood and Ranma quickly followed, about a hundred paces behind, staring into her book.
"She'll get home… She'll get Akane… she deserves her." Ryoga muttered looking at her.
He could help but noticed that his gaze at the red-haired girl was more longing than it should be… he conveniently forgot that the correct pronoun for Ranma was he…
Ranma followed, oblivious to all.
"OH! Akane she's beautiful!" Sayuri cried.
"I thought so too." Akane replied happily. "She's my little girl…" Akane said. "Oh… you haven't told us her name Akane." Yuka asked agitatedly. "Keika." Akane replied quickly. "Her name is "Firefly Light."
"Keika." Sayuri repeated.
"What a great name Akane… where did you come up with it?" Yuka demanded. She stared into the un opened eyes of Akane's daughter and the baby coughed and spluttered a little.
"I… just… the name felt right. It was a good name." Akane said. She trailed off and began staring out the window, unconsciously clutching the baby tightly, but not too tightly. She'd gotten quite good at it.
"Your thinking about Ranma again aren't you?" Kasumi asked suddenly. "I… yes." Akane replied.
"Don't worry. He'll be back." Kasumi said calmly.
"Yeah if anyone could get back here, Ranma-san could!" Sayuri cried.
"You guys… thanks… I don't know why but for some reason I… I really… -"
"Miss him." Nabiki finished, "You've said it a few times before."
"I… I guess your right Nabiki." Akane said quietly.
Akane was glad that her friends had stopped by and kicked her father out. He was nothing but a slob of tears mixed with a pinch of flesh. She wondered sometimes where he kept all of that liquid! He cried half the night away and late into the next afternoon going on about how proud her mother would be.
"…"
Would her mother be proud? Did her mother in heaven look down from time to time and smile at her daughter? Maybe… She looked down at her own daughter and decided that she didn't care anymore. She was sick of letting her mother's death so long ago affect her.
It still would. But she would slowly make that change. She still loved her mother.
But she loved someone else more now.
"My little girl." She said for what must have been the umpteen billionth time.
The baby's lips curled into a smile… or at least Akane thought they did.
"I'd better stop that." Akane thought to herself. "She'll start thinking "my little girl" is her name."
End Chapter
Chelsea: Love you hope you enjoyed reading even though you already knew a lot of the next part. Hope you get better soon and I'm glad you like my fics. So… one more down!
Shorter chapter this time…. Eh well. I'll make the next one extra long just for you guys!
Well while I was writing it I didn't like it too much. But after I reread it… it was a lot better then I thought it'd be. I've managed to move the story along and not much Show-not-Tell problems. This was a very difficult chapter to write due to personal sickness that I took from someone… (Love you Chelsea!) and the fact that I'm writing this at late late late at night most the time.
I like writing late but four a.m. cuts it a little crazy I think.
It's not my fault really… I just can't sleep. Damn stuffy nose… even my wonderful cure-all nasal spray didn't work!
Well I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Not too action filled in this one but don't worry… the battle you've all been waiting for is coming… not too far off now! .
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