Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me. Nor does Final Fantasy X. Both are owned by Square Enix, and one is also owned by Disney.
I don't think there's any way I'm going to quit working on this fic. Let alone abandon it. So for those who are still waiting around for this chapter, here it is. It's slightly longer than the previous one, and that's my treat for you guys. It also basically explains the basis of this story. Truth be told, this fanfiction won't be that long… perhaps four chapters at the maximum. But each one will be relatively long, and I'm considering a sequel, after I play Kingdom Hearts 2.
So for those folks who have waited for so long, this chapter is for you.
Please enjoy.
Within the silent districts of Traverse Town, sunlight managed to illuminate each shadow, each alleyway, as the day travelled into its central hour. Though this time of day was usually business at its peak, the arrival of the Heartless and the suspicion of the world's destruction lessened the crowds to almost nothing. Everyone had either retreated back into their homes, or had even grown desperate enough to travel off world.
So it was quite unfortunate for the trio as they slowly began to realize that without any provisions from the public whatsoever, they were in a rut.
"I mean, of course we're gonna have to meddle sometime, but we can't just call a crowd over 'n expect 'em to help out!" Donald mumbled, slipping down from the side of the crater for the third time, and trudging back to Sora and Goofy, frustrated resignation swirling within his features.
The aeon ruffled his feathers in slight annoyance, cocking his head to the side.
"We're gonna need some help, Donald? How else are we gonna get out of here?"
The mage shook his head. "Got no idea. You think you can fly in that form? We could really use that, but right now, you can't even stand properly." The duck finished, as Sora stumbled for the third time, using his wing to support himself. ("Ugh!")
Sora gave a groan, at the fact that he was again corrected by Donald, before managing to rise, his gaze fixed upon his right wing. Examining it, he grew deep in thought. Despite it being the main feature that had firstly shocked the Keyblade Master, he'd grown more and more intrigued by his new form. Humanoid or not, he knew he'd have to grow more familiar with it. Because of the complexity of how he'd undergone the transformation, he doubted he'd regain his human form anytime soon.
"Maybe we can try getting a message across… You know, to Leon and the others. If someone comes by, we can ask! What do you guys think?"
The mage shook his head firmly. "No, no, no, and no!"
Sora gave a glare. "Why not!"
Donald let out a frustrated sigh. "Because, Sora … This creature you've just turned into isn't like anything anyone's seen around here! Do ya think you're gonna fit into Traverse Town? Do ya think you'll be lookin' normal enough for people to just ignore you?"
At this question, Sora grew quite silent, unable to rebut against this statement. A part of him had actually felt a pang of disappointment at this means of a question, knowing that the mage had proved his point. Though he was perfectly aware he was in a new body, a part of him was under the impression that things were still the same. He was still the Keyblade Master, wasn't he? He was still human on the inside, anyway, right? He was still acceptable to be seen, right?
Sora slowly shook his head, answering Donald's question, and correcting what he'd previously thought, with one, short simple answer.
Simple to say, and to assume, though hard to accept.
No.
The aeon closed his eyes, a soft sigh releasing from his beak.
Of course not. Though his heart and personality was who he truly was, he knew that was not the way a lot of people would judge him from afar. Of course they weren't going to ignore him. Of course they weren't going to judge him as a normal, everyday person. They'd be intrigued. Or worse, terrified.
"Sora?"
The Keyblade Master re-emerged from his thoughts, his eyes snapping open and his head quickly rising to face his companion. Donald had apparently grown aware of his friend's discomfort, and had abandoned his strict look, his eyes slightly flickering with a rare kind of anxiety.
"Ya right, there?"
Sora turned to his left, catching sight of Goofy, who had been silent all this time. The former human couldn't be sure whether it was out of concern, or some form of sensitivity, probably assuming that it wasn't exactly his place to speak out. But it was not one of the frequent times in which the knight had been entirely oblivious to the situation. The anxiety was there, instead of a look of bleak confusion. Though Sora was appreciative of his friend's caring nature, it was one of those times in which he began to reckon he needed one of the confused glances. He didn't, in any way, intend to offend Goofy. That carefree expression just had a history of making Sora burst out in laughter, whatever the situation may have been.
Right now, however, the look was absent. The Keyblade Master, despite this fact, managed a crooked smile, and gave a nod. Though a part of him slightly preferred it when his friends were unaware of his true state, whether emotional or physical, another part was grateful.
Donald and Goofy were willing to help him, no matter what the circumstances. They'd already accepted his current state. They'd accepted the events that had led them there.
They accepted him.
And, right about that moment, that was all Sora needed.
"My word… And what might you three be doing down there?"
Three pairs of eyes immediately cast upwards, to spot a familiar face staring back down at the trio. The figure slowly bent forth, adjusting his spectacles, as if trying to confirm what they aided his aged eyes in seeing.
"Merlin?" Donald asked, raising an eyebrow, and crossing his arms.
The old sorcerer managed a calm smile through his lengthy white beard, as his eyes scanned over the group, his eyes widening with a small hint of amusement as they reached Sora. The Keyblade Master seemed slightly uncomfortable with this, and let out a silent, nervous laugh, only just managing to keep his gaze with Merlin's suddenly seemingly penetrating eyes.
"Hm… I leave you three for no more than a day or so, and already you've been sticking your noses in places they'll never belong…" The sorcerer sighed in an almost mocking voice. "First off, do you happen to need any help?"
An abrupt nod was all Merlin needed, and (almost excitedly) he raised his wand.
"Higgitus Figgitus!"
Donald felt a lurch in his stomach, and let out a shocked cry as he realised all three of them were beginning to levitate from the ground, steadily floating upwards from the crater. Despite being a duck, he was not used to this feeling at all, and even began to feel slightly light-headed after staring downwards for a certain period of time.
Sora, however, grew most intrigued at this action. He gave an experimental flap of his jagged wings, the force sending him slightly higher than his comrades. A rush of adrenalin overtook him, and he gave another flap, firmer this time around. He rose nearly two metres above both Donald and Goofy, who had now grown aware of the teenager's antics.
"What're ya doin', Sora?" The captain asked, as the Keyblade Master gave another flap, before looking down at his friends, a sheepish, yet playful look suddenly brightening his ocean blue eyes.
"Uh…"
Suddenly, the former human felt another sudden lurch within him, and a dizzying shock rushing throughout his mind. The distance between him and his friends closed within seconds, and he looked downwards, only now realizing the ground suddenly rushing upwards to meet him.
With a bewildered screech, Sora gave a panicked, clumsy flap of his wings. He was falling! Merlin's spell had lost hold of him, somehow! Automatically, he beat his wings downwards, only to have gravity's hold break on him for a brief moment. Upon the end of it, he realised his fall had been broken entirely. Even now, he was drifting downwards at only a fraction of the speed he'd previously been plummeting…
His wings gave another flap, and his descent ceased. This time, he rose a little higher than his current position.
If Sora still had his lips, he would have had a large grin plastered upon his face.
He was flying. He was actually flying!
The aeon placed firmness within his next flap, and he soared upwards, clearing the crater entirely, and landing gracefully foot first upon the edge of it, where Donald, Goofy and a sheepish Merlin stood, watching the entire spectacle.
Upon seeing the sorcerer, however, Sora's optimism grew quite sour.
"What was that for!"
Merlin regained his composure, holding another gaze with the young Keyblade Master, observing the boy's childlike leer with a chuckle. The glare loosened, in almost what seemed like offence. What was so funny?
"If you were going to start flying, Sora, why not start now? Besides, I wouldn't have done so if I knew you were going to plummet to the ground like a stone."
The sorcerer perked up. "Which reminds me… that was no meteor that you three found down there now, was it?"
Goofy placed a finger to his lip, as he shared a glance with Sora, whilst Donald shook himself out of the sudden envy upon seeing his companion achieving flight at a first attempt, and shot a look over at the sorcerer, who had produced a suitcase of some sort, placing it down beside him, and now rummaging throughout its contents.
"Do you know what it was?" The mage asked, raising an eyebrow.
Merlin made no reply, as he continued to dig around throughout his belongings. The trio grew slightly amused (Goofy awestruck) as the sorcerer yanked out a tennis racquet, an umbrella, a frying pan, a fold-up chair, several books, and a long, wooden pole.
Finally, he recovered what looked like a battered, worn scroll from the depths of his bag. Clearing his throat, he rose to face the group, who all had remained focused (and quite amazed) at the growing pile of miscellaneous belongings that lay in a small pile beside the sorcerer. Slightly irritated, Merlin cleared his throat, far more audibly. This time, Sora, Donald and Goofy caught the gesture, and grinned sheepishly.
"That object was a statue." He said, quite simply. "At least, a piece of one."
The Keyblade Master blinked, eyes narrowing in confusion.
"A statue?"
Merlin gave a smile, as he unravelled a portion of the scroll. Taking a mere glance at the worn paper, it appeared to consist of an incomprehensible language, several black, faded, markings that were alien to even Donald, who had usually been known to study as a linguist within the castle library.
"From the world Spira, which isn't too far from here, if I am not mistaken. Quite fascinating, actually. They study in magic quite thoroughly, offensive, and defensive. Plus, their art of summoning is truly amazing…"
"Uh… but what does this hafta do with Sora?" Goofy asked, tilting his head to the side. He swallowed when Merlin gave him a sharp look, as if slightly flustered of the sudden interruption, before the sorcerer turned to the former human, taking a quick glance at the scroll, before proceeding to continue.
"As I was saying, the summoning process usually follows this procedure: Summoners use souls willingly sacrificed by people, to call upon creatures, called "aeons," to aid them in times of need. The souls are known as "fayth," and they are often imprisoned in statues, for summoners to pray towards, until they finally obtain an aeon for them to summon."
Donald placed a wing under his beak.
"So, what yer sayin', is that the light from that statue was a fayth?"
Merlin gave a smirk, satisfied that his audience was finally paying attention.
"Exactly. Aeons, obtained from the fayth, come in many different varieties. Each one has their own personal ability, more elemental as such. Fire, thunder, ice, and even the power of flight are wielded through the aeons, by the summoner."
The sorcerer rolled up his scroll, glancing up at the Keyblade Master, who appeared to be growing quite absorbed into the explanation. He had sat down, his talons folding beneath him, and his jagged wings folding into his back, and was listening attentively, his bright blue eyes unblinking.
"You, Sora, are the splitting image of an aeon known as Valefor. Obviously a wielder of flight, but several other aspects of offensive elemental magic."
"So, Sora turned into an aeon?" Goofy asked, scratching his head in disbelief. "How did that turn up?"
It was here when Merlin studied the contents of the scroll for a few more brief moments, before rolling it back up, and placing it back into his bag. He then rose to observe the anxious trio, lowering his spectacles, and giving them a soft smile. This only seemed to agitate Sora slightly, as the gesture looked… well… almost apologetic.
"Not very simply, I'm afraid. You see, I read up on a few cases just then, and this is the best assumption I could find.
"What you touched, Sora was a statue imprisoning a fayth, rather than a meteor. Ordinarily, I believe that fayth would not have abandoned its position at all, unless a proper summoner had called to it. This statue could have been an exception… for it has appeared to have been tampered with, I'm afraid. Perhaps it may have been betrayed whilst in this state. Perhaps it was not a willing soul to be sacrificed. Whatever the case, it wanted revenge, and needed a form in order to accomplish it.
"Once you touched that statue, you were the first being that it could reach, and inevitably, it was strong enough to transform you into its respective aeon. But in its plot, it did have a major flaw, in which you, Sora, have yet to look out for."
The Keyblade Master rose from his sitting position, blinking. "What was it?"
"It had hoped, that in the pain of your transformation, you would have given up your own will to it. It had hoped that you would have given up anything to cease the pain at that given moment. That your trust would have been manipulated to the point of obedience without any question at all. But it failed. You refused to obey a request, and it vanished."
Goofy suddenly felt a pang, recalling Sora's explanation of the previous night.
"It just told me to leave with it. Leave you guys. That's what made me snap out of it. It's what made me wake up…"
"So, the fayth's gone, right?" Donald suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Deep down, he knew it was to hide the sudden discomfort that had resurfaced within him.
Merlin shook his head, abruptly.
"Oh, heavens no! This is where I would take caution. That fayth…" The sorcerer said, lowering his voice into a whisper. "… has infused itself within your heart, Sora."
The former human withdrew slightly from Merlin, his blue orbs growing wide with shock.
"What are you saying? Do you mean I'll be stuck like this forever!"
"Again, no." The sorcerer mused. "Though it is your choice of whether that event will happen or not. That fayth is trying to gain your trust Sora. And I believe it has managed to earn it. At least a fraction, at the most."
The Keyblade Master ruffled his feathers, his eyes narrowing.
"But I don't… trust that fayth! I don't listen to – "
"But I kinda felt like…that I could actually trust that voice. Before, when I first touched the stone, I was scared of that voice. But while I was transforming, I began to trust it, more and more. It kept speaking, and I kept listening..."
Sora, right then and there, was again forced to make another correction. Bile welled up within his insides, and he swallowed it down, abruptly. He suddenly felt sick, suddenly felt weak. His anxiety began to rose, visciously. The Keyblade Master's bright blue eyes remained wide, for a few more moments, before shutting tight in disbelief.
No…
He did trust it… he did listen…
Every time it had spoken, reassured him, comforted him… though in a way so vile… Sora had listened. The fayth had caused him to go through all of this pain, all of this suffering, yet in its soft, calm, yet sturdy voice, it had told him…
"It told you not to cry, Sora…" Donald said, softly. "And… you listened, right?"
Between the three, anxiety was thick in the air. Goofy exhaled, slowly, as Sora managed to regain his façade, yet almost resigned.
"The reason you remain in this form, Sora, is because a part of you still holds trust within the fayth. It is not truly you who trusts it, but purely your aeon form. Yet as long as that trust lingers, you will remain an aeon. However, if you completely turn against it, it will have no choice but to leave you, if your entire heart rejects its presence."
The Keyblade Master locked gazes with the sorcerer. Merlin gave a soft chuckle when he caught sight of both blue orbs, which seemed to soften their determined look in confusion. Despite this new form, Sora obviously remained very much the same… the aspect of his personality the sorcerer had complete confidence in, still remained within him.
"Well… we can't stand around here all day. You won't get anywhere, now, will you?"
"Gawrsh… but, uh… what can we do?" Goofy asked, placing in effort to change the subject. The Keyblade Master, however, saw through the gesture, and shook off the previous mood. Merlin was right. They couldn't stay put throughout this ordeal. Besides, wallowing in self-pity, no matter how often he'd lately wound up doing so, hadn't helped him out in any way.
"Guess we could hang out here for a while." Sora said, glancing over at the knight. Goofy gave a confused glance towards the aeon, slightly taken aback of the sudden optimism adorning his tone. The slightly oblivious look melted into confused, yet heavy relief, as Sora turned over to Donald, giving a small chuckle.
"Sometimes, you're just one mood swing after another." The mage muttered, adjusting his hat with a smirk. "Maybe we'll just help take out some Heartless 'round here for a while."
Goofy gave a grin, as well as a loud, "Ahyuck!" before turning back to Merlin's current position.
"I guess we'll try helpin'-"
The knight jumped in mid-sentence, giving a confused cry as he studied the now-empty area, in which the sorcerer had formerly stood. Switching his gaze to and fro, around the Third District, he caught absolutely no trace of Merlin anywhere, whatsoever.
Sora's eyes grew wide. "Uh… where'd he go?"
Donald blinked. "Must've been in a hurry. I mean, he's practically leaping here and there all the time. Remember what happened when we first met him?"
The aeon gave the district another glance, scanning the area thoroughly for any signs of the sorcerer. It still didn't explain why he'd decided to vanish all of a sudden. Merlin was not one to leave his audience unattended so soon, regardless of errands he'd had to run, and places he'd mysteriously vanish to from time to time…
Maybe something… he'd realized?
As soon as that thought registered, a slight form of panic flickered across his features. But it never had the time to set in. It never had the time to remain within the Keyblade Master's mind. Because at that moment, the same, eerie darkness that had pursuing the three for almost a week, now, was pressing upon his chest. The ever-persistent shadows seemed to suddenly lengthen around the trio, desiring solely the prizes that they held dear, extending outwards towards them, bit by bit.
Donald leered, giving a scowl before summoning his staff to his side as the Heartless rose from the retreat of the shadows, their bright, lifeless, yellow orbs glaring hungrily at the Trinity. It was about time. Neither he, Sora or Goofy had witnessed an attack by the Heartless since the transformation, and at the moment, he was in the mood for a fight.
The mage spun around, glancing at Sora as he gave his wings a strong flap, causing him to hover above the ground, which was filling with more Heartless by the moment. The aeon's bright blue orbs were firmly focused on the creatures, pondering how he would have to battle them. He no longer had the ability to summon the Keyblade, and even if he did in this form, he would find it nearly impossible to wield a weapon.
Donald tore his gaze from the Keyblade Master, and back onto the group of Heartless that had gathered before them. Shadows were leaping forth, their stronger counterparts remaining behind the main group, as if expectant of a group attack.
Goofy suddenly charged forth, summoning his energy into his weapon. A bright gleam of scarlet and green gathered around his shield, as he pulled it in closer to his chest, nearing the small, yet somewhat vicious shadows that suddenly leapt up, claws keen to strike.
But their move could not match the speed of the captain of the knights, as he threw his shield outwards from his chest, is whole body following in a complete, circular motion, the edge of the unusual weapon flinging outwards, and slashing through several of the small, black figures, whom were only formerly a threat. But Goofy never stopped there. He continued the motion, over and over, his body spinning continuously. As he did so, the edge of his shield disposed of another small gathering of the Shadow Heartless, then another, and another…
In less than several seconds, the group of shadows had vanished.
Sora's bright blue orbs grew wide at the sudden ferocity of the Captain's attack. Both pairs of eyes fixed upon Goofy, as he turned around, facing them with a slightly exhausted glance, which screwed up into confusion when he noted their astonishment.
"What's the matter, guys?"
Donald regained his composure, and gave a long sigh. Just when he was about to credit his companion for the effective, yet formerly unknown maneuver that had been unleashed upon the Heartless, he just had to become his normal, Goofy self again. Still, regardless of the oblivious look that had dwelled upon his features, and had ultimately erased the respect for him that had been gained through the action, he gave an acknowledging nod towards the captain, before brandishing his staff, and dashing forth into the crowd of superior Heartless.
Sora smiled, inwardly, or with what he could manage through his new form. That last attack had astounded him, to say the least. How effortlessly Goofy had suddenly dispatched the shadows… he'd never seen such an attack like that, before…
'Almost like a tornado.' He thought to himself.
Exactly like one.
The aeon froze, as the familiar, soothing, yet somewhat sinister voice rippled throughout his mind. Abruptly, it seemed as if the world around him had slowed to a stop.
He's quite destructive. Even when he believes otherwise, Sora.
The Keyblade Master, inwardly, tried to scowl at the voice. Tried to question the fayth that had shifted him into a state, such as this. He tried to tell her to leave him alone, to leave him to this battle.
And ultimately, he tried to tell her to change him back…
But when he tried to speak, the ferocity within him was abruptly quenched. The demand in his words had faded away, so abruptly, so suddenly, those words, formerly furious, became a simple question. A question which he asked softly. Respectfully.
Fearfully.
'What do you mean?'
Your accomplices have power far beyond what you would previously assume, wielder of the Key. Regardless of the fact that they have remained by your side, even when you have become such a beast… isn't it strange that they continue to pursue you?
This time, Sora managed a direct scowl towards the fayth.
When you were human, you had the Keyblade. Such a mystical, overwhelming power, which magnified the strength of your heart by the thousands. Now, you own the strength I had, myself. You have my body, my abilities… and my guidance.
They fear you, Sora. They fear the power you contain, and continuously receive. But why do they pursue you? They remain by your side through duty, and duty alone. But regardless, who knows what you would do to them if they suddenly deserted you, Keyblade Master?
Sora shut his eyes, his insides churning. Though a part of him knew Valefor was speaking complete and utter nonsense, the part that remained true to Donald and Goofy… he felt as if every word the fayth spoke was pummeling him. He felt as if he was being ripped to shreds. The aeon part of him… and the doubt that had surfaced within his human mind, were both horrified. Valefor had given him a warning… yet scorn had been placed within her words.
He gave a glance towards his two companions, his chest aching. They were both frozen, in the midst of a still, yet furious battle. Though neither were moving, he ultimately realized their prowess – Goofy was in the process of unleashing another "Tornado" attack upon the stronger opponents, whilst Donald was focusing on the newly-obtained "Fira" spell.
The human Sora's eyes narrowed.
'Are you the one who's scared, Valefor?' Suddenly, he was sorry. And fearful, once again. His aeon self within him grew panicked, little by little, as he was met continuously by silence. It knew that it had angered the fayth.
Would you care to repeat that, Keyblade Master?
The ache in his chest increased, and the Keyblade Master let out a pained cry, as it seemed to explode outwards, spreading towards every part of his body. But his chest seemed to be suffering the most… It was as if his throat and lungs were on fire. He could barely breathe. But what came as an eventual realization to Sora… was that it was as if something deep within him was trying viciously to resurface.
He shook his head, abruptly, trying to heave in another painful breath. But it was here when he again felt the mysterious fire well up within him. It was traveling up, through his chest, up his throat, with such speed, such ferocity…
Sora bowed his head down, trying with all his might to suppress the force that threatened to tear out of his beak. But the pain brewing within him was draining him, as it had upon his transformation. He tried to swallow down the power again, fearing its release into the scenario before him. He didn't know what would happen if it were unleashed. He feared it…
Suddenly, as his bright blue eyes shot open, a thick layer of transparent yellow suddenly overtook his vision. The Keyblade Master grew slightly confused, until he realized that the yellow grew brighter, thicker, over his vision. Now he panicked, realizing that the yellow threatened to blind him, threatened to blot out the scenario before him. But what truly began to scare him, was that he felt his own consciousness, little by little, begin to slip away.
His human self, for that brief moment, faded away. The blue eyes of his true self closed in exhausted resignation.
And Valefor opened her beak.
As Goofy managed to wipe out a Large Body with several pummels to the back with his newfound technique, he began to wonder whether Sora had participated in the battle at all. For the last few minutes… it had seemed as if only he and Donald had been dispatching the Heartless on their own. It wasn't that he was blaming the boy to be lazy, or anything, for he no longer had possession of his Keyblade for the time being. But he grew increasingly anxious as the aeon never swooped into battle, let alone spoke within its midst.
But when he turned around to acknowledge the Keyblade Master, he froze, eyes wide at the sight.
Instead of the bright blue orbs both facing him, there was a blind, furious yellow gleaming within the eyes of the aeon. They glared down at him, somewhat mercilessly, as the knight slowly, ever so slowly, took a step back. Despite the fact that he couldn't bear to look at the unexpected fury, his gaze remained fixed upon the aeon, who had slowly opened his beak, revealing an orb of energy, slowly gathering in size, and in power.
"Sora?"
Taken aback by the sudden tone of fear, Donald spun around, eyeing his companion in confusion, before shifting his gaze onto the former human. Surprise was quickly overcome by panic, as he realized the aeon's questionable intention.
"Look OUT!" He cried, charging towards Goofy and tackling the knight out of harms way. The remaining Heartless ceased all attacks, and stared up at the creature, oblivious confusion adorning their lifeless gazes.
They never lasted for long.
Valefor unleashed the energy that Sora had tried so hard to suppress. A thin, red beam struck the ground, sliding across the group of Heartless, at a deadly speed. Though at first, it seemed as if the aeon had either missed, or the attack had no effect whatsoever on the creatures of darkness, the inference was soon proved mistaken, as the area in which the beam had struck, seemed to explode, wiping out every, single Heartless that had formerly stood within the area. Not even the sturdy, enduring Large Bodies that remained could resist the attack.
Donald and Goofy stared, eyes wide at the destruction. The ground where the beam had hit was a charcoal black, the bricks upon which the Heartless had formerly stood had been cracked and scorched. None of the buildings had been hit, fortunately, but the destruction was immense, to say the least…
WHUMP.
The duo glanced to their right, to see that Sora had fallen out of the air, and collapsed, hard, onto the ground. He lay very still, though labored breathing could be heard. Shaky, fearful, rising from the aeon's beak.
Abruptly, Donald dashed forth, Goofy following close behind his mage friend, staring with concern at the breathless Keyblade Master. Back then… he'd looked so ferocious, so fierce. But as he noted Sora, finally struggling to rise from the ground, still seemingly exhausted… still helpless…
Donald, on the other hand, seemed furious. He was about to yell out at Sora, about to tell him off, and question his previous action. He had nearly wiped out Goofy, without any hesitation at all, and done it in a way so offhand… as if he were their enemy.
But his fury ceased as he caught sight of the two blue orbs, raising up to face the approaching duo. They stared, wide and terrified, before Sora managed to speak, his voice shaken and softened with fear.
"What… did I just do…?"
Again, I'd like to thank you guys for your patience. I'm going to go get a move-on with my other fics, and hopefully, very much hopefully, update them far more frequently.
It's also possible that I will become involved in writing a collaboration fic with the writer Cattypatra. If the chapter becomes completed anytime soon, I'll let you all know. : )
Have a nice day.
NettikGirl
