John Victor Foxfire: Sonic and Geoffrey have a very personal relationship. Sally knew this full and well, but also misinterpreted some events, and acted in a rather unwise way. Sonic isn't leaving the Freedom Fighters for good, or at least not yet, he just needs to clear his head. I may have made Sonic a little too mature in this story, his character does seem a little more childish and petty in the comics.

Fiona is also in a skeptical point of her life. She is approaching an identity crisis, one where she will be required to make a decision with how she is going to live her life. Unfortunately, Sonic did absolutely send the wrong signals in an angry rant.

MerendinoEmilano: I wouldn't say it was badass. I did go a little edgy and hurt on it, but I didn't add much badassery, unless you consider Johan's portions badass.

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Sonic zipped through the forest, feeling the wind in his quills. He ran to a place that was almost sacred to him. The lake… the destroyed huts… the old gardens which used to grow vegetables for the Freedom Fighters. Old Knothole.

Sonic walked through the village, empty after they had to abandon it. He strolled through, running his mind through all of the events that had led up to him being there.

Sonic hated Geoffrey. He hated him with a passion almost as much as Eggman. The guy was a bastard, smug as all hell. He'd gotten feely with Sally a couple times, and that didn't help Sonic's opinion of him. Geoffrey had dated and even married Hershey the cat. He'd seemed get better with her around. Then she died.

Geoffrey seemed to be so good at lying. Sonic hated him so much. It was hard to put into words. Geoffrey managed to undo what had taken Sonic and the other Freedom Fighters years to obtain. He'd done it all with a smile on his face. The only good thing to come out of it was that Sonic was certain he'd be out of their lives forever, or at least never welcomed back.

Of course, Sally seemed to forget about Geoffrey's previous actions. She also seemed to forget about Sonic's opinion of the guy.

Sonic was never one for grudges. He liked to live life free, off the chains. He didn't want to stick with a single moment. Yet with Geoffrey, everything was different. Sonic found a hatred for the guy that he couldn't even justify. Just something about Geoffrey made Sonic want to roll over him with full quills extended.

Sonic chuckled at the cartoonish thought of Geoffrey St. John being flattened on the ground with tiny holes in him. Then, Sonic heard a sound… a nostalgic sound.

The lake was bubbling. Which meant it was that time of the day.

Sonic walked over to the dock. The wood creaked as Sonic made his way to the end. When they were little, The Freedom Fighters needed to hold out Tails to have him grab it.

Now Sonic stretched his arm out as the Power Ring rose over the water. Sonic grabbed it and pulled it into his chest.

"We kind of forgot about you." Sonic told the ring. The ring continued to glow, as if Sonic hadn't just dismissed it.

Sonic smiled, "You used to seem so powerful. Back before chaos emeralds and super emerald, and whatever new emeralds. Way back when we were… close." Sonic sighed at that thought.

"We used to all gather around here, and use you to beat back Robotnik. That was before politics got big. Before Nagus actually meant something in our lives." Sonic sighed setting the ring on the dock.

"I wish we were back then. I don't like the world today." Sonic frowned, gritting his teeth, "Everyone is laughing at me, making me feel like absolute garbage. I hate this… all of this."

The Power Ring remained silent.

Sonic nodded slowly, "But… I helped make this world. I helped remake the Kingdom of Acorn. So why do I feel forgotten?"

Sonic waited. Of course the ring didn't respond. Sonic sighed, "I guess a lot of our old world was forgotten. It just sucks." Sonic slammed his fist against the board of the dock.

Unfortunately, He hadn't prepared for the possibility that the wood was not in good shape, due to years of neglect. The wood shook, and the nails dislodged. Sonic barely had time to yelp before water quickly came over his head.

Sonic flailed about, trying to get his footing as he descended down the rocky sides of the water pit. Sonic grabbed the rocks on the side of the lake, only to slip from the green slime that had grown on them. Sonic should have remained calm, taken in his surroundings, and thought of an escape plan.

That was an optimal plan that Sally would have come up with. Unfortunately, Sonic was not so cool headed. Sonic thrashed about, trying to move faster and run up the wall. His feet kicked up soot, which got in Sonic's eyes, only making his struggling worse as he flinched and flailed in pain.

Sonic desperately whipped his eyes, and looked around for an exit. His lungs were starting to burn. Unfortunately, the lake was deep in the ground, and it was about a three minute run to get to the nearest shore.

Sonic found himself coming to the very dark realization. This was how he was going to die… Alone… cold… forgotten? Maybe not the last one, but Sonic was still young. He had a life to live. Sonic ran up walls, and grabbed, ignoring his blurring vision. His hands started to slip, but Sonic dug his gloves into the wall, and climbed up. It took everything he had.

Sonic's muscles were burning, his lungs more so. His visions was darkening. He had lost.

Until a Sploosh shook the water. Sonic turned his head to find a black and white strand of fur deep in the water. Sonic desperately grabbed on. He felt himself speed to the top, suddenly going airborn, giving his lungs the much needed air that they so desperately craved.

In addition to a blue hedgehog, a, "AW YEAH!" Filled the air.

Sonic flopped on the ground as the black and white fabric retreated to it's owner. A female lemur, who was fist pumping, "I'M AWESOME, OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, WHO'S THE GIRL? I'M THE GIRL!"

Sonic was still catching his breath, trying to take in the fact that he hadn't almost died from lack of breathing.

The Lemur didn't apparently have lungs, as she back with another burst of excitement, "I TOTALLY SAVED YOU! COME ON, YOU WERE LIKE "glub glub" AND I WAS LIKE, "OH NO, I GOTTA SAVE YOU!" AND I DID! COME ON ADMIT IT, I'M AWESOME!"

Sonic finally caught his breath, and laughed a little, "What? No, I was just testing my breath." Sonic laughed a little nervously.

The Lemur lost her jumpy posture, and was replaced with a grumpy frown, "It's not good to lie."

Sonic snorted, "Alright… Thanks. So who are you?" Sonic needed a breather, so he wanted to keep her talking. He also felt like he kind of owed her a chilidog.

"The Name's Tangle, Put 'er there!" Tangle, apparently, exclaimed, not sending out a hand, but instead curling her tail in front of Sonic. Sonic stretched out a hand and shook it. The tail molded surprisingly well, making it easier to shake, "I was following you, waiting for the right time to show off what I could do, and then BLAM! YOU FELL INTO THE WATER, AND I SAVED YOU!"

Sonic shook his head, his breath finally stabilizing, "You were following me?"

Tangle nodded, "Uh-hu, and I thought you were being all emo and edgy, "Oh… my life sucks… I feel forgotten" and I was wondering if I got you confused with another hedgehog who supposedly looks like you, but you're definitely Sonic."

Sonic shook his head, making a T with his hands, "Wait… why were you following me?"

"To show off what I could do! I mean, that's the best application right. Screw all the fancy-smancy paper work. You want something cool? I'll show off what I can do!" Tangle boxed the air, adding a third fist with her tail, throwing jabs.

Sonic blinked, "Application?" For once, the world seemed to outpace Sonic, as he found himself struggling to keep up.

"Oh… Um." Tangle finally stuttered, giving Sonic time to process everything. "I would like to join the Freedom Fighters." She bowed her head in a pleading way.

Sonic blinked, "You… Could have just asked. You didn't have to make a big show. We're always looking for people to help out." Sonic was pretty sure this girl just wanted to look cool.

"Uhgh, that's so boring," Tangle muttered in disgust, "You sound like my mom. "Oh Honey, why don't just enjoy being a beet farmer? Your Grandfather was a beet farmer. There lots of fun starring at the ground for three months." No, I want excitement, adventure, action, mystery….maybe some romance if an adventure calls for it. "

Sonic found himself actually laughing at that. He had a pretty good idea of who Tangle was, "Alright, but you could have started a few months ago if you just came and asked."

Tangle rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Representative Hamlin told us about that. You'll see three hands and give me brooms for all of them. Well I'm not a maid, I'm a fighter… a Freedom Fighter if you will. See I can wiggle my tails and do all sort of stuff." She stretched out her tail, making gestures with it.

If Sonic were being honest, it seemed like Tangle's arms were just for show, and most of the movement came from her tails.

Sonic nodded, "Alright… Don't take captain Porker at his word though. He wasn't a great Freedom Fighter, and he's an even worse friend. You've made your point though, I'll take you Sally, and we'll make it official. Grab on?" Sonic smirked, bending his back and relaxing his quills to keep from poking her.

Tangle lit up and jumped on Sonic's back, wrapping her tail around him ,"ALRIGHT LET'S GO, MUSH, MU-AHHH WHAHOO!" Her voices faded off as Sonic bolted towards new Freedom HQ.

When they arrived, however, Sonic expected an apology or something. Not absolute quiet.

"H-Hello?" He called out. Silence.

Sonic walked deeper in, a very annoy Tangle behind him, "Did you come here to drop me off in the middle of nowhere? Not cool."

"You're about a ten minute walk to Roja. This isn't the middle of nowhere. This is the new Freedom Fighter Headquarters… I just don't know where everyone is."

Tangle looked around curiously, "Yeah… It doesn't look abandoned. Huh, guess everyone went out to eat."

Sonic frowned. Something didn't feel right, but since she was here, he might as well give her the tour, "Alright, I'll show you around, maybe Sally and the others will show up by the time I'm done."

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Fiona was walking along a nice brick pathway through a forest, or rather half of a forest. The other half seemed to be jungle, with vines and sagging branches.

The path seemed to take forever. Fiona wasn't even sure how she got there. She just kept walking, as if by instinct. Whispers came from the jungle, mixed with maniacal laughter and shouting, almost like a party. The forest gave a much smoother, gentler sounds, soft giggles and a soothing hum, like a farmstead.

The jungle sounded so incredible, so exciting, so sexy, but also, impossible to sleep in. The jungle sounded so dangerous, like at any moment, someone bigger and badder could come up and make the next moment your last.

The forest sounded nicer, quieter. Fiona could almost sleep from the sound of the birds chirping and the wind softly blowing. But was it a life? It was so boring, and she had a feeling that if she were to live there, she'd be the one ruining the peace.

Fiona looked down to notice the bricks themselves had turned different colors. The forest-side bricks had turned lighter with their exposure to the sun from the cracks in the canopy. The jungle bricks still held their dark red color, untouched by the suns rays.

"You really are a dramatic little punk, aren't you?" Fiona snorted at the ground as she continued to walk, before noticing something, "What am I wearing?"

Fiona's eyes were able to identify it pretty quick. She had her grey dress on that she ordered from the party. She felt the pearls around her neck, feeling tight like a choker, or a collar. She thought it was weird, she was pretty sure she didn't put the dress on after the party.

Fiona walked down the path, and saw two signs. Finally some directions. One was sapphire blue, and had the label plastered, "Friends for life, right this way." Fiona looked at the other sign, lime green, with the label plastered "Pleasure and fulfillment, come along". Fiona kept walking forward. They both seemed to lead to the same thing. A loud shriek came from the jungle.

Fiona opened her eyes, sitting up in her room.

She crawled out of bed. What did she dream about? Whatever it was, it really shook her awake. Or maybe her brain was just telling her to wake up.

Fiona crawled out of bed, and changed into her leathery top and shorts. The sun was still creeping over the forest in the distance, which warranted a yawn from Fiona. Why did her brain kick up her alert-instinct so early?

Fiona heard the sound of metal clinking in the kitchen. She started to move, but her leg dragged, almost tripping her. Fiona frowned down at it. She was getting stiff, not enough movement to stay flexible.

We'll just have to see about that Fiona thought to herself. She ran out the door, forcing legs to move. She ran down the hallway, and saw an open window. What she was planning was crazy, but it was just what she needed… Fiona hoped at least.

She leapt out of the window. Time seemed to slow as Fiona sudden found herself getting a little scared. What if she couldn't make it? The tree branch looked pretty far away. In her spite, she was pretty sure she just threw her life away.

Fiona shook herself, as she tumbled down into the garden. She couldn't afford to fail, she couldn't afford to die, and she damn well wasn't going to resign herself to a life of being a boring housewife. Fiona relaxed her body, and reclined. Her arm stretched out, and she grabbed the branch of the large oak tree.

Fiona spun around the branch, doing several loops, before jumping to the next one. She felt her core muscles strain as she twisted around the branch, jumping to one last branch. Fiona spun around it twice, before her stomach felt like it was going to burn up. Fiona let go of the branch, and somersaulted down, landing on her feet… right in front of an awestruck Alister.

Fiona blinked a couple times, registering that her nephew had just watched her whole display. Fiona couldn't even open her mouth before Alister hugged her tightly.

"Aunt Fiona, that was so cool, you just went "SWOOSH" and "ZIIP" and "BLAM!" Alister Jumped up and down, "Can you teach me how to do that?"

Fiona backed away, "Well…" It wouldn't be any harm. Some good exercise might be good for the little guy.

"Ahem?" Fiona heard Olivia's voice, and turned. The fox was not exactly amused. Momma coming to protect her little cub.

Fiona smiled, "Maybe when you grow up a little more." She ruffled the top of her nephew's neatly combed head.

She turned and saw Frederick, who seemed a little lost at what just happened.

Fiona shrugged at her brother, "Sorry, Thought I'd go for a morning stretch."

"Why?" Frederick asked suspiciously. Did he know about Scourge? No… Alister wouldn't have… He's a child, of course he probably let it slip Fiona mentally scolded herself. Of course, it was still better to play it safe.

"I'm getting stiff, doing all of this nothing around here. I got to find something to do." Fiona shrugged dismissively.

Frederick nodded, "Exercise is good. I suppose you'd be more accustomed to a nimble life." Frederick's voice sounded distant.

"So… can I do something?" Fiona made an obvious expectation gesture.

Frederick blinked, "Could you clarify what you would like to do?" Olivia grabbed Alister and began to tug him away.

"Anything! Something to get me out of the house, come on. Let me go join the Freedom Fighter's for all I care. I just don't want to be stuck here any longer." Fiona groaned.

"No." Frederick stated firmly. His eyes were strong.

Fiona blinked, "What?"

"You will not join the Freedom Fighters." Frederick growled, his fist balling.

Fiona blinked, "Why not?" He was almost scary with his firm posture.

"I have a precarious relationship with them as it stands." Frederick stated, and then sat back. His implication was… oh.

"Yeah… so I made a couple decisions they didn't like." Fiona shrugged, "That's not your problem. You won't stop me."

Frederick's nose let out an angry breath, "I won't. I don't imagine they will let you join."

Fiona snorted, "You'll see, we're cool, just let me talk to them, and-"

The door to the garden opened, and a two-tusked old enemy walked in, "Hello, Lord Frederick?" Rotor asked.

Frederick stood up as Fiona shouted, "Hey Rotor, been a while." She tried to casually wave. He ignored her.

Frederick smiled, "Ah, you are here. I request your services for a piece of equipment for my son. I mentioned this over the letter."

Rotor nodded, carrying in several rolled pieces of paper, "Sorry, I was posting these up for the new Mobian Army." They were posters.

Fiona waved. He was still ignoring her.

"Right, well, I will take you to the watch I would you to fix." Frederick stood up, and walked over to the door. Fiona followed, watching Rotor's eyes continue to avoid her. He was still sore about that, huh?

Frederick pointed to the table over by the main entrance, "Please, set those over. They must be bulky to carry."

Rotor nodded, "Alright, take to it." The two left the room. Fiona could have walked out of the door that moment. Instead, curiosity got the better of her.

She walked over to the posters, and looked around. She wanted to make sure no one was watching, as Fiona was pretty sure these were for other areas. She picked up a poster and unraveled it.

The poster was quite exciting. An explosion, with a certain Princess standing on top of rubble, with several badiks at the bottom of the pile. The Princess wore an old officer's uniform, which was funny since Fiona was pretty sure Sally would never wear anything other than a vest and shots.

The Princess seemed to wave a flag with the Kingdom of Acorn crest on it. Around her stood the standard faire of Freedom Fighters. The coyote and half-robot rabbit. Rotor, Elias, John who Fiona was pretty sure wasn't a Freedom Fighter Anymore. Oddly enough, Sonic and Tails were missing from the picture.

She would have laughed, but the words at the bottom hit her harder than she thought they would.

"FORGET YOUR PAST, BUILD A BETTER FUTURE." Fiona heard movement from the hallway, and stuffed the poster into her top, before quickly making her way up the stairs. The Irony was not lost on her that Sally of all of the Freedom Fighters would inspire her, but life sure was full of surprises.

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The city shook as racketten fell into the surrounding buildings. Mechanical soldiers marched through the streets, and screams filled the air. Johan loved those sounds.

He saw the first set on mechanical soldiers, entering the center of the town. He looked to his fox companion, obviously not wanting to deal with more pointless bickering, "I should ask if I can destroy them?"

"Knock them dead!" Tails shouted desperately. Johan took a moment to confirm that he was giving approval, before succumbing to the absolute joy of finally getting to throw himself back into battle.

Johan surged forward to slam into the metal abominations. He raised his arms and smashed the first wave, knocking a few on their backs. These robotic soldiers tried to get up, and fired in his fur, warrant some heat.

Johan balled his fist and smashed the remaining metal warriors in the first wave.

He then turned to the entrance that they were coming. There were red Garden Defenders who were moving up with the mechanical abominations. Johan would deal with them later.

He leapt into the second row, halting their advance as more of the cowardly people of the city ran inward.

Johan swung his great arms around, tearing apart the second row of metallic warriors. He jumped into the third row, preparing to destroy the hostile forces, but in the middle of his leap, he felt a warmth on his back.

Johan landed and smashed into the rows of firing enemies, and quickly twisted his arm and punched through two robotic warriors. He felt his primal instincts starting to take over, his berserker state gradually rising up with every swing Johan gave.

He felt something sharp dig into his back. Johan whipped around, feeling raw flesh get exposed to the air.

He looked around for his opponent, feeling a slight pang of joy that there was an enemy who could actually hurt him. Unfortunately, he couldn't find his opponent. Where could he have gone?

Johan scanned around, feeling the light warmings as the enemy began to focus fire on Johan. He ignored them. There was another opponent to fight, one actually worth Johan's time. Johan felt something hard strike the back of his head, knocking him to the ground from the force.

This coward wasn't actually going to fight him like a man? Johan jerked his head up to find his opponent. A floating jagged metal figure. It was blue, and had fire coming out of it's rear. That was Johan's opponent?

Johan's Fox ally jerked up, standing over two unconscious Garden Defenders. "A Metal Sonic!"

"Metal… Sonic?" Johan wasn't quite sure he understood. Whatever, Johan would bring this foe to his knees. Johan started with a leap. He did not expect to hit his target, merely to judge this "Metal Sonic".

The machine whirled around and took a large berth around Johan. It could at least Recognize that Johan was dangerous. It had basic intelligence. It was also coming around for another attack.

Johan was still descending, which meant the next attack was going to hurt. Johan then saw Tails fly up and intercept Metal Sonic, slamming the machine to the ground with a slap of his rear appendages. Johan snarled, "Do not interfere!"

"A little late for that." The Fox countered as the metal abomination rose.

"Stand firm! We'll get through this!" The Voice of the Princess filled the air. She had arrived? For whatever purpose, Johan was grateful, as cleaning up the drones would be rather boring.

Johan saw Metal Sonic rise from his small crate, glowing red eyes conveying an actual sense of anger. Could machines feel anger, rage? Johan scoffed at the idea. Still the Metallic monster was clearly going to be aggressive.

The Mechanical Monster charged at Johan, who balled a fist. He'd land a decisive blow and end the fight in one shot. Johan surged his fist forward. Metal Sonic glowed slightly, before a blue diamond formed around it.

Johan's fist skidded over the diamond. What was going on? Was Sorcery at work?

Johan was knocked back as the diamond slammed into him. Johan made an effort to get back up quickly, only to be smacked down again. Johan would have to be quicker and more decisive with his blows.

Johan rose only to get knocked down again. This Metal Sonic loved to attack from behind. Very well. Johan sat up, this time freeing his back legs. He felt the wind shift.

Johan reared up and kicked, feeling the cool metal against his feet. Johan turned around and pounced, only for Metal Sonic to glow again. Forming a diamond around its metallic form, the machine escaped without so much as a scratch. Johan snarled; this was getting… fun.

He was actually having an amazing time. He could feel all of his muscles working to kill this new enemy. These kinds of battles were what Saxons lived for.

The metallic puppet flew around, its armor now dented severely from Johan's attack. Johan grinned up at the abomination.

Sally's voice along the thunder of guns told Johan the attack had lost its surprise elements. The enemy was now in retreat.

The Metal Sonic made a fist, as if it were frustrated, but it flew off.

Tails seemed to be breathing heavy. Everyone did, even Johan. That battle was… underwhelming until the Metal Sonic showed up. Johan couldn't stop the grin on his face. He hated the idea of machine warriors, but if the machines of this world could be so strong, how strong could flesh become? Johan tingled at the thought. A world full of warriors to push his limits.

Sally walked up, "What are you guys doing here?"

Tails licked his lips, "I was looking at Johan's Egg Carrier. What are you doing here?"

Sally frowned, "I was putting up posters, but then I heard the explosion and came as fast as I could."

Johan walked over to the unconscious garden defenders. He could use metal, but he need knowledge more.

"I can't believe you beat Sonic here." Tails seemed to laugh at the thought.

"I'm going to kill him. He needed to be here. We all could have used the support." Sally complained angrily.

Johan cleared his throat, "I am taking these prisoners."

"Where?" Sally demanded, losing her anger for concern.

"Where I wish, they are mine to take, as our agreement stands." Johan cleared up.

"You can't take people! They aren't property to taken." Sally growled.

"I can do as I please with them. Their captivity is mine to decide, as they are portion of the loot from battle." Johan clarified snarling, and stepping over the bodies of the red Garden Defenders.

Sally, the princess who had agreed to the deal looked clearly upset, "This is not ok."

"I will not kill them, unless they provoke my rage." Johan conceded. He hated that he had to make that promise, but it was easy and fair to keep.

Sally frowned, "Fine."

"How are we going to keep living like this?"

"Why aren't we pushing Eggman away?"

"What is the king doing?"

The words filled the air. Johan could feel the discontent within the people. If he were king, Johan would have already driven the enemies out of possible attack distance.

The Troll who fashioned himself a king stood out there, looking angry, but also a little panicked. Perhaps he finally realized how precarious a royal can be if they make promises they can not keep.

He spoke clearly, "We will drive the doctor away! I Promise!"

"That doesn't help our houses!" Cried a member of the crowd.

Sally seemed to have smirk. Johan did not blame her for her confidence.

The king frantically looked around, before landing on Johan, "I will help you all rebuild your homes, and the Freedom Fighters will push the vile doctor away from Mobotropolis!"

The crowd murmured in agreement. They did not have confidence in this king. That would change, if the king upheld those words. Johan hoped he did not waste his breath with advice.

Johan picked up his prisoners and returned to the flying fortress. They seemed to wake up after an or so.

"Uh… what…what happened? Did we win?" The red Garden defender asked drearily.

"No." Johan smiled, "You were utterly defeated. I did enjoy some of the battle, though." Johan stood in the light. He had no reason to try for theatrics with intimidation. Johan knew his own strength.

"W-Why aren't we in prison." The Red Garden defender was panicking… why?

"I have a different use for you. This fortress has fallen out of repair. You will fix it." Johan commanded firmly. He did not yell, as there was no need. If there was defiance, a show of force would make them submit.

"W-what if I don't know how?" Asked the other Garden defender.

Johan cocked his head. He assumed that like Saxons, they had to have knowledge of maintenance and repairs to use the equipment. A poor oversight to assume these people have any sensible training.

"If you can not repair my fortress, then I will honor my God with a grove full of servants, and he will bless me with someone who can." Johan found the rope, and twisted it. He still knew how to tie a noose, perfect.

As Johan mused some more, he could use the favor of one or two gods. Jesus and Thor might be helpful to call on in the future. Best to be in their graces with a few offerings.

Johan was snapped out as the garden defenders had crept towards the door "Are you attempting to escape me?"

"W-What? N-no." The Red Garden Defender shook his head, clearly lying.

"I will rip you apart if you lie to me again." Johan growled, glaring at the frozen squadron.

"Y-yes, and you can't keep us here. We have rights!" The Red Garden Defender asserted, his fists shaking.

""Rights" are a fabrication. You only have as much "rights" as you can defend with your life. Do you believe you can stop me from ripping your arms off because of "rights"?" Johan snarled, earning a lovely jolt in fear. Johan continued, "If you wish to leave, go ahead. If you think I can not track you down, go. When I find you, I will make the gods very happy."

The Red Garden defenders shook, eyeing the noose in Johan's paws. They walked back in. Johan smiled that they finally understood their foolishness. Johan smiled, and walked out of the fortress, ready to go greet his allies once more.

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So according to my original allocation plan, this is the end of the story. I planned for forty, maybe fifty chapters. Now I am thinking almost a hundred. Amazing how simple something sounds to implement in your head, then you actually get to writing and say, "hmmm.. no that needs more to it. I can't just say "He smashed an army" seventeen times."

As Usually, I'd love to hear what you all think. Apparently I have 23 consistent readers, and about three hundred new readers who visit this story every update. Cool, y'all are amazing.