Robin stared at his reflection in his partially unsheathed sword as he thought about how they ended up in this situation. It had started back at the Dragon's Table he supposed. No, that was not quite right. It had started long before that; that was just when he became aware of it. At least since the amnesia.
Validar had come at them with a new minion. One dressed very similarly to how Robin had been found by Chrom all those years ago. As Validar oh-so-gleefully taunted, that young woman happened to be Robin's sister. This, of course, raised more questions, but he was frustratingly not as forthcoming with those answers.
In the chaos of Grima's awakening, Robin was unfortunately unable to keep track of her and assumed that she perished at the Dragon's Table. He was wrong as he soon find out. She had survived, and she led the Risen against them at Origin Peak. She was certainly a capable strategist, but she was incredibly reckless at times as well. Perhaps it was due to her excessive numbers, but she should have known just how much higher quality Robin's troops were compared to her Risen.
Either way, Robin was intent on being the first one to reach her. A goal which he succeeded at though she was not happy to see him.
"You!" She greeted her brother with a Rexcalibur spell. Fortunately, Robin's reflexes were finely honed. Though, he would have to be on guard since, well, he had left Lucina with Morgan so that he could have some one-on-one time with his dear sister.
"Yes, me," Robin assumed a defensive stance, "Tell me though, are you really my sister?"
"You have to ask?" She snarled as she refused to let up her magical barrage, "Yes, brother, I'm your sister."
"In that case, I'd rather not fight you," Robin threw her off balance with a Thoron bolt, "Surrender, and I'll see to it that you live."
"I'm not leaving with you!" She lashed out even more violently, but Robin held his own, "You were the great vessel, and I was never sufficient. I lived my whole life knowing I would never be as important as you. As father's precious Robin. I was always second rate!"
Robin managed to block one of her spells, but she was a strong mage. It would probably be a good idea to avoid doing that again, "So that's what this is about? You're jealous of me?"
"You got live your life while I was stuck with a father who would never love me."
"It doesn't have to be this way," Robin dove behind a rock to let it take the magical beating, "I have a family and life outside of the Grimleal. I've forged a destiny outside of Grima. So can you! Come with us. Meet your family."
"You talk to me about family!" His sister roared as the winds around her grew, and Robin sighed as he unsheathed his silver sword. He wished it could have been different. With a feel for her magical might and the density of the magic, Robin was able to surmise that he could get through, but it would not exactly feel great.
With that in mind, Robin leapt over the rock and right through the magic winds surprising his sister with his direct attack. Fortunately, his sister's magic had not been very focused, but he was right, it really hurt. Still, he caught her off guard. She barely managed to bring up a Levin sword, but those were hardly designed for direct combat, and thanks to the insulation of his gloves and grip on his sword protecting him from a shock as he hit the blade with his own, he had broken the weapon in a couple of swings.
However, Robin's hand wavered as he held his sword to his sister's face. She had made it clear that she was determined to be his enemy, but he still could not bring himself to kill his own sister no matter how much she hated him.
"Go," Robin said plainly as he slashed her Rexcalibur tome down the spine rendering it useless, "Before the others catch up."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, but you better not cause any trouble. If you do…well, I can't guarantee the same leniency."
His sister scoffed, "You act as if you will actually succeed in this endeavor."
Robin narrowed his eyes, "Watch us."
"Hmph, who am I to question your death wish," She got on her feet and ran off to the tree line without once looking back. However, Robin found his gaze locked in her direction until Lucina brought him out of it.
"Robin?" His wife looked at him somewhat concerned as he stared at his own reflection in the blade. Sitting down, Lucina put a hand on his forearm, "Thinking about Origin Peak again?"
"Yeah," Robin sighed, "I can't help but feel responsible since I let her go."
"Don't be. She's your sister. I don't know what I would do if I had to face that with my sister, so don't beat yourself up over it."
"I suppose," Robin replied unconvincingly. The main issue was that in the slight unrest and shifting of focus following Grima's awakening, various brigand groups started acting boldly and began fighting amongst themselves making the north eastern territory a fairly dangerous place. On its own, nothing the Shepherds could not handle. The real issue came from reports of an up and coming leader that was systematically defeating and absorbing the other groups to the point of becoming a potential threat if left unchecked. Reports indicated that said leader was a young woman with silver twin tailed hair, a dark coat, used swords and sorcery, and had a penchant for battle tactics.
With that information, Robin asked to go ahead before the Shepherds moved in to deal with the broader issue. However, they were running low on their agreed upon time, and Chrom was unlikely to wait any longer than that. Especially with his daughter and granddaughter out with them as both had refused to let Robin go alone.
He supposed that on one hand he should be grateful to have such a supportive immediate family – not to mention one with the combat prowess of a whole squad just the two of them – but he was not particularly keen on dragging them along into this.
"Mom! Dad!" The couple looked forward as their energetic daughter ran up clearly excited about something, "I think I found her!"
"Really?" Robin was quickly on his feet, "Where?"
Just a little bit south of here. They seem to be on the move. There are about a dozen of them."
"Nothing we cannot handle," Lucina said with confidence looking toward her husband, "Shall we go?"
"Yes," Robin sheathed his sword and attached the scabbard back onto his belt, "We may not get another opportunity like this. Just remember to stay safe out there. No unnecessary risks."
"I will ensure that both you and Morgan are safe," Lucina vowed.
"I would rather you worry about yourself over me."
Lucina grinned in response, "Why would I do that when I have such a dashing husband to look after me?"
"Don't forget about me!" Morgan huffed, "I'll keep you both extra safe!"
Robin chuckled slightly, "Well then, we have nothing to worry about, do we?"
The group of a dozen bodyguards walked around their leader as they came back from inspecting their latest "acquisitions." Many of them were skeptical of the new girl at first, but she quickly proved herself. So long as she kept them well off, they were more than content following her lead. Even if she were quite snarky at times.
Said leader held up her hand causing the whole column to stop, "We're not alone."
"What?" One of her "lieutenants" stopped, "I don't – urk!" He could not finish as he found his muscles seizing up from a low-level lightning spell. Even as several of her men found themselves shocked into submission, several small explosions shrouded the area in ash. From the ash clouds, she could make out the sounds of her remaining forces being systematically disarmed as if they were toddlers with sticks.
However, before she could do much to turn the tide, she was forced to block another lightning spell.
"Did you really think such a pathetic spell could harm me?"
"Well," Robin slid down the slope of the ledge they had used to stage their attack, "I was hoping not to hurt you."
"You. I should have known," Robin's sister glared at him.
"Well," Robin spoke remarkably casually as he drew his sword, "I did say I'd hunt you down if you caused trouble, didn't I?"
His sister lashed out with a powerful wind spell, but like their last encounter, Robin was able to avoid it, "Don't think I won't hesitate to kill you!"
"I figured as much," Robin's expression turned determined as he focused on dancing around his sister's very lethal attacks. Unlike last time, she was staying focused and doing a better job of making sure Robin did not get through to take advantage of his far superior swordsmanship, and, well, Robin did not get close to her during their duel. Granted, he was not trying.
In reality, Robin had simply been stalling for time while Lucina and Morgan finished up with the others. In a remarkably short time, the two were done and Robin's sister felt two swords prodding at her back.
She looked back before dropping her weapons and glaring at her brother, "Really?"
Robin simply shrugged as he stood from picking up his sister's discarded weaponry. He then turned his attention to his family, "Are you two okay?"
"We are fine," Lucina replied not taking her eyes off their captive.
"Yeah, it was a piece of cake for the two of us!" Morgan replied much more enthusiastically.
"Two?" Their captive raised her brow, "It's literally just the three of you?"
"What can I say? They're effective."
A few moments passed as Robin secured his sister while Lucina and Morgan went about doing the same with the others. A few of the men that were still conscious made some rather unsavory remarks toward Lucina which she bore decently well, however; the moment they made one about Morgan, Lucina's cool shattered and the offending brigand found Falchion's cold point pressing up against his gullet.
"Say another word like that to my daughter, and next time I finish the job." The cold steel of Lucina's eyes let him know she was very serious. After that, they were fairly well behaved.
"Quite the crew you got there," Robin commented dryly as he finished tying off his sister's restraints. He was definitely not fond of such comments being thrown at his family, but Lucina had seemingly handled the situation.
"They're walls of muscle, what do you expect?"
"Did you ever consider not becoming a crime boss?"
She did not reply, and Robin sighed as he prompted her to get up.
"So, is it off to the gallows with us?"
"It's off to a village about an hour from here where you'll be kept for when Chrom and the Shepherds get here."
His sister scoffed, "And you think they won't off us the moment you leave us be?"
"Who said anything about leaving? Besides, they'll be kept alive because I'll make sure they know Chrom will be rather upset if any of you go missing."
"How touching."
"You know, we've obviously not gotten off on the best foot. Perhaps we could talk. Or you could at least tell me your name."
She simply replied with a huff causing Robin to sigh. That was also the last they talked for several hours. Robin's sister was being, as expected, rather distant. While not a surprise, it did leave Robin feeling disappointed. He had hoped to be able to reach out to her. To form some sort of connection.
"Not the reunion you were hoping for, is it?" Lucina looked at him sympathetically as they escorted their captives.
"Not exactly," Robin bemoaned, "But it's the one I was expecting."
"Give it time," Lucina put a hand on his shoulders, "She's spent her entire life living in your shadow not to mention living with Validar. You can't expect all of that to just go away."
"I know, but…I already let her go once. We can't just ignore that she's a criminal."
Lucina was not surprised he was conflicted, "Robin…"
"I let her go, and she did bad things, Lucina. Maybe Chrom would give her another chance, but…I'm not Chrom. I can't just believe that she'll change because she's family. She's dangerous. She's smart if not a bit reckless, and she's a better mage than I am."
Lucina was not sure what to say to that. He was technically correct, and a year ago she might have agreed. However, perhaps she had spent too much time with her father, but she was not so sure Robin should give up on this. Particularly, she was not sure if he could forgive himself if he did so.
So, Lucina decided to try and direct her attention to the other half of this problem for the time being.
"Hello there," Lucina greeted politely, "I'm Lucina. Your sister-in-law."
The other woman took Lucina in for a moment, "Okay, and your point? I have no interest in getting to know you just cause you married the man who happens to be my brother."
"Like it or not, I am your family now."
"Do you really think I care? I want nothing to do with you, or your little spawn." Lucina visibly tensed at that comment, but not for the reason her sister-in-law surmised, "What? Did you think I hadn't overheard you?"
"You may not like me. You may never like me," Lucina said with an eerie calm to her voice, "But you had better be careful what you say about my daughter."
"Woah, calm down there, Mamma Bear. Touched a nerve there, I see."
"I take my family quite seriously."
"Well, whatever the case, I have no intention of getting friendly with my brother, and especially not you. So maybe instead of trying to be all buddy buddy, you could leave me be?"
Lucina scowled, but she did back off. After her…tactical retreat, Lucina was unable to think of anything new to try by the time they reached the town.
Once there, Robin explained the situation though he left out exactly how high-ranking the woman was. Either way, they were more than happy to let them stay when they informed them that the Exalt would be along soon to finish cleaning the area of the brigands.
"Alright," Robin looked over their prisoners in the local jail, "Just sit tight. Chrom will be here in about three days. I know it's a bit cramped, but, well, should have thought of that before you started pillaging."
"You'll be too late," Robin's sister called from her cell.
"What do you mean?" Robin stopped outside of her cell.
"I'll tell you, but only in private."
Robin thought for a moment. He figured it could very well be some attempt to escape, but, well, he was well prepared for something like that, and he had Lucina and Morgan nearby.
"Alright," Robin let her out, "Just remember–"
"I know, I know," She waved her hand dismissively, "Your enforcers will be nearby."
Robin smirked slightly, "So long as we're clear."
With that, Robin let his sister out and led her to where he and his family had planned to wait for Chrom. Lucina stayed to guard the prisoners while Morgan waited outside. Of course, even his sister could not get through the both of them before Lucina arrived to ensure her defeat, and she was smart enough to know that. At least, Robin hoped so.
"Alright," Robin folded his arms, "What did you want to say?"
"You said Chrom should be here in about three days, right?"
"Yes."
"He'll be too late."
"What? Too late for what?"
"I had intelligence that my…rivals had been amassing forces. I was about to go squash them, but, well, you put a stop to those plans. If we don't stop them soon, then people will die. Innocent people."
"Why should I believe you?" Robin leaned down to stare his sister in the eyes, "For all I know, you're lying, and this is a ploy to escape."
"I've been bringing some semblance of order to this region," She replied.
"By becoming a crime boss?"
"I make sure they don't seriously hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it. I've culled their worst elements."
"Why would you try to help Ylisseans?"
"They're still people. I…don't want to see them die if they don't have to."
"Yet you stood by our father. How many lives was he responsible for taking?"
"Do you really think he would have stopped being Validar if I had run? Or that he would have stopped hunting me down if I had? Unlike you, I didn't have as much of a choice."
"Past tense. And now?"
"Now…I don't answer to him…or to Grima. I suppose you were good for at least one thing."
"You're happy Grima is gone?" Robin asked a bit surprised.
"Despite what you may think, I am no madwoman. I've no desire to die, not to you, not to father, and certainly not to Grima. I've no delusions that we were not disposable to that…thing."
Robin looked at her with narrowed eyes, "Even if I were to believe you and your intel about an imminent wave of bandit activity, do you really think we can stop them with so few numbers?"
"Well, normally, maybe not, but we aren't exactly normal combatants. With our brains and the two miniature armies you brought along, yeah, I think we could do it."
"Morgan isn't to kill," Robin said coldly, "We don't want to put her through that."
"Fine, whatever. We'll work around it. Do we have a deal?"
"I don't even know your name, and you want me to put my family at risk for what may very well be an attempt to escape as far as I know?"
"Yes, because you won't take the risk that I'm telling the truth. Don't worry, I'm sure that wife of yours is more than fast enough to catch me if I try to run."
Robin stood slowly without saying a word at first. After a few moments, he broke his silence, "We leave in an hour, and I'm making sure Chrom will know where we went when he gets here."
Seeing her surprised expression, Robin continued, "You're right. Even if it is suspect, it's a risk I won't take."
As Robin left for the door, he stopped after his sister called out to him. "Reflet. My name is Reflet."
Robin simply nodded before leaving.
"So you believe her?" Lucina asked as she and Robin walked back to where they had left Morgan to watch her aunt.
"I don't know," Was Robin's quick reply, "But we can't afford the risk. I'm confident we can handle anything she might try."
"So am I, but…what if she's telling the truth? Should you not at least consider that in your judgements?"
Robin looked at his wife before looking back toward their destination, "I will, if and when it becomes apparent she's telling the truth, but that doesn't change what she's done even if it changes the motives."
Lucina sighed in response. Robin was being particularly cold on this topic. No wonder. He must have felt responsible for what Reflet had done in addition to having his own sister seemingly despise him. Lucina could not imagine having her sister hate her. Arguments came and went, but she always knew that her sister would be there for her. Robin did not have that luxury.
Regardless, she agreed with his decision to check out Reflet's lead. She may have not been the most reliable source of information, but the stakes were too high not to look into it. She shared Robin's concerns about such a large operation with their small force though. Morgan could be useful in causing a distraction, but both parents wanted to keep her out of the thick of such a skirmish where lethal force may become unavoidable. There was also Reflet, but she had not exactly proven herself trustworthy.
"Are you ready?" Robin asked the two cloaked women as he entered the room.
"Yes, sir!" Morgan saluted in an overly dramatic fashion.
"I don't suppose I can have a weapon?" Reflet asked already knowing the answer. Her response came in the form of a deadpanned glare from Robin and Lucina, "Right. Didn't think so."
"I've left clear instructions for the villagers on how to handle your cohorts, and I've also sent a message ahead to Chrom so that he knows where we're headed and how many prisoners he should expect just in case anyone gets the urge for a little vigilante justice. That also means he'll have a good idea of where we'll be so don't get any ideas yourself. Chrom may be good natured, but I don't think he'd take to kindly to anything happening to his daughter or granddaughter. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," Reflet mocked her brother.
Robin simply stared at her for a few seconds, "Let's get going."
Robin hardly said anything for the rest of the day making it quite clear to Lucina and Morgan that he was quite troubled. However, while Lucina was thinking about how to get through to him, Morgan was taking somewhat of a different approach.
"Hey!"
Reflet looked up unamused from where she was very awkwardly trying to eat with her hands tied together. She tried to ignore the girl, but it seemed that she was not going to leave unless she got a response.
"What do you want, spawn?"
"You don't like us very much, do you?"
Reflet held up her bound wrists, "Whatever would give you that idea?"
"Well, you are a criminal."
"Yes, yes. Is that all, or was there a point to interrupting my meal?"
"But why? Dad let you go and everything. Is it really dad you hate?"
Reflet stopped and observed the girl, "What do you know?"
"Hmm, I think maybe you hate that he got to leave, and you didn't."
Reflet tensed ever so slightly, "Why do you care so much?"
"Well, you are my aunt. Why shouldn't I care? Besides, I have a lot of fun with my other aunts! Even the one I'm older than! Think of all the fun we might could have!"
Reflet took a moment to process that before remembering just how completely screwed up her brother's family tree was, "Well, don't expect to go frolicking around with me."
"Give it time," Morgan spoke confidently.
"Don't hold your breath."
"Hmm," Morgan narrowed her eyes. She was not ready to let this slide, but for the time being, her mother seemed to want her, "Don't think that this is over."
"Why would it be that easy?" Reflet groaned.
That night during camp, both Robin and Reflet were particularly silent, and both bluenettes were getting tired of it. They were brother and sister no matter what had happened in the past. Lucina especially hated to see sibling bonds in such a state, and Morgan, well, Morgan really wanted another aunt, so she hated seeing her dad not take full advantage of this situation.
However, both seemed almost as stubborn as the other, and even Lucina was at a loss as to how to get them to start talking. Reflet seemed like the harder case given the years of living in bitterness, and Lucina honestly was not sure if they would make amends.
Even now, the two were just sitting on opposite sides of the campfire silently glaring at each other. It was honestly astounding to Lucina seeing her husband this…upset. Though, she was not sure it was Reflet who was the main focus of that anger and frustration. Knowing him, he was busy blaming himself.
Despite being an infant at the time, Robin likely felt guilty that their mother had only taken him with her. Admittedly, as a mother herself, Lucina knew that leaving a child behind would be devastating for herself. She knew it likely must have been excruciating for their mother, but Lucina also believed that she must have had her reasons.
But she knew her husband. Now was probably not the best time to intervene as the siblings sat in silence. Sighing, Lucina stood and motioned for Morgan to follow. They would patrol, and Lucina would hope that maybe, just maybe, Robin would look past his loathing and they could talk.
Left alone, well, there was not immediately the breakthrough progress Lucina was hoping for. Instead, they stared at the fire then at each other, then back at the fire. Neither was sure what to do, but eventually Reflet did speak.
"Do you….do you remember mother at all?"
"No," Robin replied with his voice barely going over the crackle of the fire, "All I know is what Validar said, and I don't know for sure how reliable it was."
"I see, well, never mind then," Reflet avoided eye contact.
Robin narrowed his eyes, "What is it?"
"I…I want to know…to know why I was left behind."
"Oh," Robin's eyes went wide before looking off to the side. So, she had thought of that too, "I…wish I could tell you."
"Don't worry about it. You and I had no say in the matter. After all, you were the most dangerous one to leave in Validar's hands. Maybe that's it. She could only take one for whatever reason, and you were the logical choice."
"Reflet…"
"Well," His sister stood to her feet, "I think I'll go get some sleep."
"Good night," Robin replied and watched as Reflet went inside the tent she had been lent. This left Robin alone with his thoughts. Their conversation had brought up an uncomfortable thought. What if their mother had taken her instead? Would he have ended up as resentful as his sister?
Looking back at the tent, Robin sighed before throwing another log into the fire.
The following morning, the four of them left camp bright and early. Fortunately, the complex was not too far, but according to Reflet, they were going to move out the next morning so time was of the essence.
Finding where the bandits were holed up was easy enough even if the stench of several unwashed men managed to waft its way up to their position. They may have been criminals, but did they have to reek so bad while they were at it? Despite all that, deciding how they were going to storm it was not quite as easy. Largely due in part to the two tacticians butting heads.
"I think we should go in through the front. Overwhelm them," Reflet spoke as she and Robin laid flush against the ground scouting their target.
"We're not disposable," Robin scowled at his sister, "I'm not sending my family in there without a plan."
"Um ."
"Oh, excuse me, master tactician. Would you rather we sit and deliberate for a few days. Maybe pitch a war tent. Have some tea?"
"Hello?"
"Make all the jokes you want, but at least I didn't have an entire armed entourage bested by a couple and their daughter."
"Ahem!" Lucina made a show of loudly clearing her throat gaining the siblings' attention, "I believe Morgan has something to say."
The two then looked to Morgan who somewhat sheepishly continued, "Why not just use the side window. It should be well within range of a magically boosted jump."
The snow-haired duo looked at the window in question for a moment before Robin spoke up, "That could work."
"I still think we should have had both of them take a more direct role," Reflet mumbled as she and Robin got into position.
"And I told you, I won't make Morgan kill. Besides, she'll provide a good distraction while Lucina keeps her safe and does her job."
"And what of our safety?"
Robin chuckled humorously, "Come now, surely our combined genius and battle prowess will see us through this. Assuming you don't stab me in the back."
"Don't tempt me." Reflet lightly slapped the wind tome in her palm, "Not sure how much good it would do with something this weak though."
"That's the idea. Now, come on."
Waiting outside the window for their cue to move, the tacticians listened intently. Well, they did not have to listen too closely as their signal was not exactly subtle. It was not supposed to be in all fairness.
With the very loud and large explosion hitting right before their front door, the brigands scrambled to see what was happening. With that, the siblings nodded and prepped their spells, though Robin only started his after Reflet to make sure she actually went with him.
With their magic charged, the two leapt through the glassless window and onto the unsuspecting group of brigands while they struggled to make sense of the barrage of magic from the front. Needless to say, the brigands were not well prepared for what followed as the brother and sister duo proved quite effective. Even if Reflet's hands were a bit tied by the weaker tome and Robin's instructions to only use lethal force when necessary as they were here to apprehend, she was still a force to be reckoned with.
Any brigands that sought to take their chances on the outside found their vision blurred by the dust stirred up by Morgan's assault before quickly losing consciousness as the hilt of Falchion crashed into their skulls. With their combined efforts, they made short work of the untrained brigands.
"Wow, that's a lot of weapons," Morgan noted the stash of weaponry inside as she bounced into the building holding her nose, "By the way, what's that smell?"
"Men who decided that bathing was not very important," Lucina answered with a slight smirk.
"Uh, dad?" Morgan looked around some more, "Where's Reflet?"
Robin looked behind himself, and, sure enough, Reflet was gone. Robin groaned and ran out the door without a word.
Reflet was hiking up an incline hoping to make her escape into the nearby forest when a Thoron bolt ran past her face singing one of her twintails.
"If you had been a little off, that could have done some serious damage," Reflet looked back at her brother whose fingers were still crackling with electrical energy.
"Going somewhere?"
"I was hoping not to go to prison. Or worse."
"That is generally what happens to criminals."
"Come on. I helped you, didn't I?"
"And how do I know that you won't just go off and commit more crimes?"
"I don't suppose my word means much to you?" Robin's deadpan stare did not exactly instill confidence, but she kept talking, "Look, isn't it the least you can do? Let me go and go back to your cozy life. It's that or strike me down. Which will it be?"
Robin and Reflet stared at each other intently for what felt like an eternity before Robin lifted his hand.
"Woah," Morgan skidded to a stop as she and Lucina came up on Robin. What got her attention was the small crater still smoldering on the side of the hill. It was not hard to figure out what that noise that drove them over here was.
"Robin?" Lucina directed her attention to her husband who was staring at the top of the hill, "What happened? Where's Reflet?"
"Probably the forest by now, but let's secure the prisoners first. Let's get to it."
Morgan looked ready to protest, but Lucina gave her a look that told her not to. Instead, Morgan ran ahead while Lucina stopped her husband.
"Lucina?"
"This wasn't an accident," Lucina said mater of factly, "I know you better than that. There's no way you missed at that range, and if she was hit or deflected it, then there wouldn't be a crater in front of you like that, nor would it have been so strong. You weren't aiming for her, were you?"
Robin chuckled to himself, "Have I been rubbing off on you?"
"You let her go, didn't you?"
Robin smirked slightly looking back to the hill, "I wouldn't say that. More like…I gave her a head start. I…hope you don't mind if our trip is a bit longer than we planned."
Lucina smiled, "So long as I'm with you, I'm happy. Besides, I want to help you make amends with your sister."
"Well, I can't promise anything."
Lucina locked arms with her husband, "I'm confident you'll think of something, master tactician."
A/N: Well, that took longer to get out than it probably should have. I also kind of shifted Reflet's story a bit away from her being more on board with the Grimleal stuff. That said, it apparently didn't save all my changes, so if their is some character whiplash I didn't catch, please pardon it.
Now, what does the future hold? I'm not really sure. Is there even that much interest for stuff like this anymore? I'm also not sure if I am really up to doing that longer story. As things have been, doesn't really look that way.
Also, did receiving the notification for this or seeing it on the sight make you happy? Does reading any of my stuff ever make you smile? Do you enjoy it?
