CHAPTER 13: ONE THEY FEAR 1/2


An unknown chill replaced the empty space where the stone on his heart had been.

When the sun sank into the Sea of Ghost which glimmered far, far in the horizon, Natsu deemed it was time to head back. Twilight was falling and it would be dangerous to climb down the hill in dark. He didn't know how long it had been since he had said the last word by then. While it probably hadn't been much, the silence which fell after that 'sure' felt like a small eternity. Thoughts racing, conflicts rising and chest tightening, he couldn't find anything else to say to her.

The walk back to the camp went on in the same silence, and Natsu was scared if that's how it would be from there on. Silent, and not fun. Mammoths sounded their trumpeting snouts, a pack of wolves howled somewhere, but either of them didn't say a single word to each other. He hadn't thought Lucy would take it so bad. She kept averting her gaze each time Natsu tried to look at her to repair the connection he had unintentionally broken.

Igneel wasn't lying when he said Natsu was hopeless with women.

It wasn't like they'd have to say goodbye. Not necessarily. Natsu was sure he'd come back soon after he had turned enough Imperials into ash piles. He didn't care what the real conflict was about. Stormcloaks believed their Nord way of life was at risk, the Empire having banned the worship of Talos and all. Ulfric aimed to make Skyrim an independent kingdom, while the Imperials thought that a united empire was better for everyone. Being a Breton himself, he couldn't call himself 'a true son of Skyrim', so it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to teach the Imperials a lesson, that was all. If it had been the Stormcloaks who executed Igneel, he'd do the same to them.

What was it so difficult about it to understand?

A campfire blazed in the darkness by the time they reached the camp. They had left the wall right on time – a black veil swallowed the world around them, even stars hadn't lit up on the sky yet. Even the nights in this area were warm, being a pleasant change. Natsu wouldn't have to share the tent with the women now, the warmth allowing him to sleep wherever he wanted on his own. With the mood as tight as it was, he preferred it that way.

"I was starting to worry", Erza's said somewhere from the night. Natsu turned towards her voice, locating it coming from the hot spring. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he recognised a scarlet spot in the water, and her steel armour laying on the ground next to the tent. "Feel free to join me here."

Natsu wasn't sure if Erza talked to him or Lucy, excepting it was the latter. He had already washed while he was away earlier today. It was strange how some of the springs were boiling hot, but others were just perfect for bathing. If he had been there with Igneel he would have enjoyed them longer, probably shared an ale or two, but now he didn't feel like it. At least after yesterday. The warm water had made him feel more dehydrated than he already was, forcing him to wash the alcohol's stench away from him as fast as he could. With that chore done for today, he headed to pick his bedroll. He turned away as Lucy slipped out of her robes and stepped into the spring to accompany the Companion.

Natsu didn't bother casting the Candlelight, feeling it would make the women feel uncomfortable and exposed. He had gotten a taste of that in Ivarstead when he accidentally crashed into their room when Lucy was changing her clothes. That was one of the things which differed the most from travelling with Igneel. While they had had no trouble taking a leak side by side, travelling with women was so damn complicated compared to that. He wasn't interested in bare female bodies, not by any means, but they probably thought by default that every man was a pervert. It just wasn't true. At least in his case.

Lucy's bag rested on a rock with a purple book by its side. Natsu took a better look at it, the colour already telling it was a conjuration book, but which one? She already could conjure the familiar and wouldn't need to reread that book anymore. Natsu had to blink his eyes when he realised what that spell was. Bound Bow.

"Hey Lucy, where did you get this spell?" he hollered over his shoulder, his throat dry after the long silence. He had given her the Oakflesh spell this morning but had no memory where she'd got this one. Bound Bow was a rare spell, and far beyond her current skill level.

"You almost puked on it."

Natsu frowned, trying hard to memorise it. He heard distantly how Lucy carried on her conversation with Erza as he tried to dig through his memory.

"It was in the bucket? Really?" Natsu interrupted her again.

"Exactly."

The furrow on his forehead kept deepening. "Why would a spell this valuable be in a damn bucket?"

"How could I know?" Lucy answered, annoyance growing in her voice as Natsu didn't let her bathe in peace. "Felrys gave it to me, said no-one needed it anymore."

The necromancers made no sense to him. How could they not need that spell? Oh well, they were too busy raising the dead to fight for them instead of learning to fight themselves. "Do you understand how awesome that is?"

"I can't even cast it in years", Lucy sighed, failing to meet Natsu's enthusiasm.

The mage shrugged at her, though she wouldn't see. "Not with that attitude."

"I took a look at it but understood nothing."

"Bound weapons are a bit different to conjure than creatures. I'll show you -"

Erza shut him up with a stern threat.

"Our bath shall not be interrupted anymore or I'll shove that book up to your arse."

"Please don't!" Natsu and Lucy both pleaded at the same time. "Okay, I'll… I'll wait if you want to take a look at it… later..." the mage mumbled, finally allowing the women to have their peace.

Natsu sat down with the book. Reading was hard in the campfire's dim light, so he just skimmed through the pages. He hadn't seen a copy of that book in all of his years in the College and had met only a few who could cast it. Natsu understood why. Even he struggled to understand the instructions. It was the strongest of all conjured weapons, being an ethereal version of a Daedric bow. He wouldn't want to get shot by it. He wouldn't want to get shot in the first place. Igneel once got an iron arrow through his leg, and it had been nasty. His stomach still twisted a bit at the memory of pulling the arrow from bleeding flesh.

He managed to quick-read the half of it while he waited, eventually failing to concentrate on something that difficult to understand. He grasped some major points of it, but the rest remained a mystery. Maybe someone from the College would help her better, but he wanted to give it a try. Natsu saw a flash of pale skin as Lucy rose from the spring and wrapped herself into her cloak. It took her a moment to get dry and dressed in her robes before she walked to him.

"Got any insight of it?" she asked, peeking over his shoulder. Warm water dropped on him from her hair. Natsu nodded and turned the pages to the beginning.

"Here's a quick summary of using bound weapons", he said, keeping his finger on the text. "When you conjure creatures, you have to… form a connection with them, kind of. But when you conjure objects you have to own them. The creatures are beings of their own, but these weapons are yours, and yours only."

Natsu opened his left hand, casting the portal on his palm. He closed his fingers around the purple light as the blue, ghostly dagger passed through. There was nothing new about it to him, but Lucy's eyes widened. He doubted she had never seen an ethereal weapon before. It was admirable how she got excited like a little child from the magic she explored. The things which had become dull and boring to him were new and amazing to her. Sometimes he forgot that.

"I like to imagine that Oblivion is the shelf where I keep this thing", Natsu said as the purple light faded, leaving only the dagger in his hand. His magicka felt already drained, a reminder of why he didn't use that too often. Using ethereal weapons was costly and exhausting. "I take it from there when I need it and put it back when I don't. Except that this will expire in a few minutes on its own, but anyway."

Lucy stared at the blade, its colours dancing in her dark eyes. "It looks sharp."

"It is. Lightweight too", Natsu answered, spinning it around at ease, the dagger being as heavy as a feather. "But I just like fire more, you know? Using this costs a lot of magicka. Usually, when I'm close enough to use a dagger, I don't have any magicka left."

"Yeah, it doesn't suit your battle strategy."

"Definitely not. But at least I'll never lose or break it if I ever need a weapon. To be honest, I've used this only to fillet fish."

Natsu heard a muffled chuckle coming from her, but it was true. He couldn't remember a time he had used it on an enemy.

"But the logic is the same with that bow, right?" Lucy asked. "It's just a bow that's stored in Oblivion?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"It is harder than it sounds like."

"Don't worry about it too much now. One day you'll be able to cast it."

Natsu closed his fist, making the dagger disappear. It made him worry about the fate of his orcish dagger. He would need to show it to a blacksmith before it could be used again. Erza would be on her way tomorrow, releasing them of her extremely strict travelling schedule. Natsu planned to stop in Windhelm on their way to Winterhold. Lucy would probably like to see the Palace of Kings up close, and they had some gold to spend at the marketplace, too.

And as his thoughts circled back to Lucy, Natsu realised she had grown silent once again. He glanced at her, finding her staring blankly at the book, not reading it. Her eyes gleamed in the dark, watering almost. Something made her sad.

"What's up?" Natsu asked, keeping his voice low. She didn't answer, not even with a comforting lie. The chill kept spreading on his chest, just when he thought he had chased it away. When Lucy closed the spellbook and turned away, Natsu realised he made her sad. The reason behind her sadness was the same reason behind the chilling ache growing inside of him.

Just how could he convince her he wasn't going to die? Only one idea came to his mind.

"I'll see you using that spell. I promise."

Natsu felt a strike in his heart when Lucy smiled, knowing it was forced and fake. Was he really going to charge right into his death in the name of his deceased friend, ignoring and forgetting those who were still alive?

Suddenly, he wasn't sure about anything at all.


An owl's hoot pulled Erza out of her nightmares.

She stooped up, her head hitting the wall of the leather tent. Cold sweat covered her face and chest, making her undershirt glue against her skin. For a moment she feared the rapid beating of her heart would break through her steel armour, but gladly it began to calm down as she listened to the owl's calls which echoed in the early morning.

Erza had dreamt of a dragon, the same nightmare she had seen a hundred times before.

Sure she couldn't be the only one having nightmares about dragons in this turning of age, she shook her head, trying to collect herself before Lucy would wake up to her rumbling. Lucy slept her nose buried in that spellbook – she had read it until she had passed out. The mage had chosen to sleep under the stars, and Erza hadn't argued against it. Slowly she crawled out of the tent to get a breath of fresh air. Her dream kept replaying in his vision, the mighty black beast grabbing Jellal between its jaws and swallowing him whole. She had never seen a real dragon, only drawings and paintings of them. Her mind's presentation was probably false, but it was terrifying enough.

Erza sat on the ground and looked around to find the owl. And there it was, perched on the branch of an ancient pine. Glowing blue light, it calmed Erza's raging heart in a second. It was Jellal's owl, messaging her that he was still alive. Sometimes he didn't even send a note, only the owl, to tell her he was alright. A warm smile spread on her lips, the horror of her dream fading away as she listened to the owl's song.

"Fucking birds won't let me sleep."

Erza flinched, almost falling to the hot spring when the mage appeared behind her. Looking grumpy and tired he relit the campfire, allowing some light to the world before the dawn would break. The owl flit from the branch and withered into tiny blue particles as it crossed the liminal bridge between two worlds. Erza rarely had so hard time holding back the urges to smack someone. If she did, she'd have to explain to him why. He already knew too much, thanks to their drunken conversation in Windhelm.

How could she have been so intoxicated she slipped out her biggest secret to a perfect stranger? She'd swear it had never happened before, not even in Jorrvaskar when she had been more drunk than that night. If none of her dearest friends knew, why had she told him? And how in the Oblivion could he still remember it?

She bit her lip as she moved to the fire. The dawn was still some time away, but she didn't bother getting back to sleep. Natsu probably felt the same. He took a piece of bread and dried meat from his bag to break his fast. Erza wasn't hungry, but she sat there with him, trying to think of something to say. Only the crepitating melody of grasshoppers sounded in the night.

"Lucy's mad at me", Natsu suddenly mumbled, his mouth half-full with dry bread. Erza raised her brow, and he swallowed with a sip of water before he continued. "How do I stop her from being mad?"

"Depends on why she's mad."

The mage chewed more dried meat, the silence lasting long enough Erza thought he would never answer.

"Because I told her I'll join the Stormcloaks and she thinks I'll die, but I won't."

"You goddamn moron", Erza sighed, burying her face into her palm. She had seen yesterday how upset Lucy had been, but she hadn't mentioned that, not even with a single word. "She's obviously mad at you because she doesn't want to lose any more people, Natsu!"

"But I'm not going to -"

"Every fucking soldier says that, and then they die. She knows that. And you aren't a soldier. You don't have the slightest piece of discipline. As a soldier, you have to obey orders, which you just can't do."

How ironic it was that she had talked about her father yesterday for the first time in years. She had grown up in the shade of her father's decision and wouldn't wish the same for anyone. Only a complete fool would join a war voluntarily. She was certain of that.

"I won't let them get away from what they did", Natsu replied stubbornly, unable to argue her.

"The civil war has nothing to do with your friend's death. If you want someone dead, do it yourself or… or perform the black sacrament or something, whatever suits you best."

Erza immediately realised she shouldn't have said that when the mage's eyes sparked.

"Having the Dark Brotherhood assassinate them?" Natsu asked, grinning and rubbing his chin. "You have an idea. Tell that to the fiance of yours, save me from the trouble of doing the sacrament."

Erza shook her head as blood rushed to her cheeks. "I don't have a fiance -"

"You know what? You're a horrible liar." The mage smirked and Erza cursed him in her mind. "How have you managed to keep it secret all these years?"

"I don't know what you're talking about -"

"His name was Jellal, right?"

Erza sighed, burying her face into her hands again. Trying to lie to him now was pointless. He knew, and that was final. The damage was already done.

"… for fuck's sake."

"Look, I don't care who you are with. I'm not here to judge you", Natsu said. He finished eating and drank the rest of his water. "Be it a guy from the Brotherhood, a vampire, or a Daedric Lord, I don't give a shit. People should be free to choose their partners."

"It would be great, though", Erza replied quietly. How many times had she wished that? "But there isn't that kind of freedom in this world."

Natsu added more wood to the campfire to prevent it from dying. The darkness around them had faded into blue, and birds had started singing to mark the breaking of the dawn. For a moment Natsu stared into the flames like they were a god. Erza wondered if he saw something in the flames no-one else could see but didn't bother to ask.

"What would happen if someone found out?" Natsu asked, still looking into the fire.

"The Jarl's men would probably torture the sanctuary's location out of me, and then have me executed for treason", Erza answered. That's why Jellal never told her where the Brotherhood's hiding place was – he had made it rather clear what would happen to her, and everyone else. "Dark Brotherhood was once the most feared organization in all of Tamriel, but now there's only one sanctuary left. All the others have been destroyed. They're barely hanging by a thread, fighting for their mere existence."

Natsu raised his gaze from the campfire and looked straight into Erza. Was that compassion in his eyes? Erza wasn't sure. Maybe.

"That must suck", he said. "Not being able to see who you care about."

Erza smiled faintly. "It does."

Natsu's brow furrowed as he sunk into his thoughts, trying to form a proper idea before speaking it out. "Why don't you, uhm, make him wear a mask or something? It's not like anyone could recognise him. Everyone who has seen his face is probably dead. Give him a fake name and a fake backstory. A disguise. Say that he's your friend from High Rock. No-one would doubt it. That way you could meet him in public and do… whatever couples do, I don't know, but it could work."

"Whatever couples do?"

"Yeah? My parents used to go fishing together. Isn't that what couples do?"

Erza wanted to laugh, the poor boy still not realising that his parents were never actually fishing. Jellal's parents always went to feed the goats at night and so on… Ignorance was bliss Natsu never grew out from.

"Fishing? Well, there are many ways to put that I guess..."

"Doesn't really matter anyway, that's none of my concern, but wouldn't it be cool if you could be able to just… I don't know, walk down the city streets with him? When the rules aren't fair, you gotta cheat."

Erza hid her smile. He actually had an idea – sometimes he could be smart if he just tried. In his own way at least.

"You know, I'll kill you if you tell anyone", the warrior said to him, half-joking, half-serious.

"I might have told Lucy."

Erza rolled her eyes, crossing her arms on her chest as Natsu laughed nervously. She wasn't surprised.

"Anyone else?"

"Igneel probably overheard our discussion back then, but it's not like he'll gossip about it now."

"Well, that's acceptable, I guess." Erza said. "It's actually… good that at least someone knows. Secrets can be… hard to carry alone."

Natsu didn't say anything. Erza heard quiet movement behind them. It was Lucy who crawled out of the tent. The first rays of the dawn pierced through the blue moment.

"Good morning", she said. "Did I oversleep again?"

"Not at all", Erza answered. "Come, let's eat breakfast before we leave. We'll reach Kynesgrove at noon if we hurry, giving us enough daylight to explore the burial site."

And now as she realised today would be the day, fear crept back to her heart. No matter what they would find there, she had to stay brave. Jellal had promised to keep her safe, but he wasn't there now. He could never be.

She just wished he could.


There ain't no use worrying about the things you can't change.

For the entire morning, Lucy kept repeating that thought in her mind. The realization came to her while she slept, her emotions drifted to the background as reason replaced them. She had woken up to Natsu's laughter and realised there was no point in being sad for him. He wasn't sad about it either. If his choice to join the war made him happy, who was she to stop him? And maybe he was right. Maybe he wouldn't die. He'd come back and then they could be friends again. Or then Lucy would have moved on and made other friends in the College. Whatever was going to happen, Lucy was now sure that all would go exactly as it was supposed to go.

Lucy rested her eyes on the road. The volcanic area was coming to an end, the trees now growing taller and thicker than before. She could see the silhouette of Windhelm in the distance. If they kept their stop in Kynesgrove brief they'd make it to the city tonight. Lucy had never been in a city so big. Whiterun was the largest settlement she had visited in her life. She was excited to see the old City of Kings, but she hoped Erza would be there with them. So, preparing to say goodbye, Lucy clung to Erza's side, trying to get the most out of the time they had left.

"Kynesgrove is right behind that hill", Erza said, pointing forward. "There ain't much to see. The Braidwood Inn serves as a resting place for travellers and those who work in the malachite mine. I'll go drop my things there first before checking the dragon's grave."

Lucy nodded. "What do you expect to find?"

"Well, there's this thing I heard..." the warrior sighed, her tone suddenly low. "All the mounds of the East are found empty. Their remains are gone. In the worst-case scenario, they're flying in the sky while we speak."

Lucy stared at Erza with widened eyes. Chills ran down her spine. "Really? Empty? Just… how?" One dragon had been terrifying enough, but what if there was more?

"I don't know. I'm hoping it's just bandits digging up the dragon bones. Whatever it is, we might find out today."

"Bandits?" Natsu joined the conversation, having walked behind them in silence for a while now. "No way. It has to be giants!"

"Giants?" Lucy wondered.

"Yeah. They discovered that dragon bone is harder than mammoth bone, that's why they're digging them up. That way they get better clubs. That's my theory, and I'm pretty sure of it."

"We'll see about that soon enough", Erza answered, her tone making it clear she didn't believe him. As a Companion, she had dealt with giants multiple times and surely knew more about their behaviour than the mage.

Lucy imagined a dragon's rib bone used as a giant's club, and it was quite fitting, to be honest. However, she didn't support his theory either. From what she had observed yesterday and today, the giant's weren't the most intelligent of creatures. She had no theory of her own, only curiosity to find out how the burial mounds became to be empty.

They arrived in Kynesgrove at midday. People were busy working in the mine and the crops, no-one paying any attention to the visitors. The innkeeper was the only idle one, polishing the cups and tankards as the three of them stepped into the inn. Erza rented herself a room while Natsu and Lucy ate a late lunch. Lucy had a bowl of cheesy vegetable soup and Natsu devoured a roasted goat's leg. He had a bottomless stomach, it seemed, Lucy feeling full just looking at him stuffing the meat into his mouth.

After everyone had eaten, Lucy left her backpack in Erza's room, only taking her bow and arrows with her. She had grown more familiar with her weapon over the last few days, but she hadn't used it in real combat yet, excluding the trolls in the mountain pass. If she counted right she had ten arrows left. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

When they stepped out, it seemed like the night had already fallen, even though the sunset was hours away. The skies had grown dark, stormclouds eclipsing the sun. Silence had fallen, the song of the birds ceased.

"Strange how fast the weather changed", Erza pointed out. "I'm sure it was clear before we got in."

"It's always like this in the north", Natsu answered, not affected by Erza's concern. "A snowstorm is coming. If it hits, we'll stay here for the night, right, Lucy?"

Lucy agreed. The taste she had of a snowstorm back in the mountains had been enough. She almost hoped it would start to snow. That way she'd got to spend another evening with Erza and delay the goodbyes.

The burial mound was uphill from the inn, deep in the pine forest. Erza asked from the miners along the way if they had seen any suspicious activity there, and the answer was no. The people of Kynesgrove thought of the grave as a fraud. The dragons were nothing more than a way to scare insolent children. 'There's no way the dragons could still exist', an old miner had said. 'They say Helgen got hit by one, but I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes.'

Lucy wrapped the cloak tighter around herself as they climbed up, the air growing colder each step. It didn't feel like an upcoming blizzard to her, but an upcoming thunder. It was like a cloud of pressuring mist had fallen on earth, heavy and suffocating.

Suddenly she remembered feeling exactly like that once before.

Lucy halted, causing the mage and the warrior to turn towards her.

"What is it?" Erza asked. Lucy shook her head, forcing the distressing thoughts away from her mind.

"Nothing", she answered. "Let's keep going."

While Erza nodded and carried on, Natsu's quizzical gaze stayed on her a moment longer. Lucy didn't say anything to him as she hurried after Erza. She was excited to see the dragon's grave too, and wouldn't want to miss it if the storm would really hit.

But then a gush of wind threw her off her feet.

Too terrified to let out a single sound, Lucy caught Natsu's sleeve as she fell, pulling him down with her. The rapid flow of air forced Erza to crouch to keep her balance. Lucy turned her head to see the mage, the fearful look in his eyes embodying the thing they both already realised. A shadow flashed over them as black wings covered the skies, each wingstroke pushing air forward like a cyclone. Lucy clenched her nails to the ground, holding onto something as her mind tried to make sense of the thing flying towards the burial site. And when it screeched, Lucy knew what it was.

A dragon.

Lucy held her breath and watched as the dragon stopped on top of the hill, flapping its wings to stay still. Stony, black scales covered its skin, so thick nothing would penetrate them. Large horns grew on its head and a trail of spikes followed down its spine, and its talons were as long as Lucy's arms. Lucy had seen it before, there was no doubt of it. It was the same dragon which had attacked Helgen. Natsu got up and helped Lucy on her feet. The two of them hurried to Erza who sat on the ground, petrified from fear. Lucy flinched as she saw the warrior's eyes blank, her face pale as milk.

"Get up now", Natsu said to the Companion, lending his hand out for her. "Come on! There's no time to waste!"

Erza didn't even blink as a reply. Her horrified stare was locked on the black dragon, her entire body shaking and her voice quiet as a whisper as she finally spoke.

"This… This is it. Sovngarde… awaits..."

Natsu slapped her as she refused to take his hand. Her head swung to the side, submissive and weak. Lucy hadn't even imagined she'd ever see her so hopelessly terrified.

"That's how Nord heroes went to Sovngarde? Like cowards?" the mage hissed, trying to sound as serious as he could without drawing the dragon's attention. "No! They faced their deaths with courage and earned their place in that fucking mead hall!"

Erza shook her head frantically. "Are you blind? There's… There's no way we can kill that thing! There's no way we can escape from it! We're dead! Dead!"

"Then prove your mettle in battle and die fighting, that's the Erza I know!" Natsu shouted now. Shivering from fear, Lucy glanced at the flying beast. It hadn't noticed them, or if it had, it didn't care. "But me and Lucy, we've faced that thing before and we lived to tell about it. So come on, let's see what the fuck it's doing up there!"

Natsu grabbed Erza's left hand while Lucy took the right, and together they pulled her on her feet. She tried to resist, her legs getting limp and weak, her heavy armour not making it any easier to help her. They carried her off the road and hid behind a large rock. Sobbing, Erza collapsed to the ground when they let go of her. Lucy could barely breathe. If a brave Companion was paralyzed from fear, what could she do?

Lucy caught Natsu's sleeve again as they peeked to see the grave and the creature circling above it. A pillar of light rose skyward from the burial mound, resonating power so ancient and obscure. The word wall yesterday had resonated the same magic, the magic of the dragons. Lucy noticed how Natsu's hands quivered – even his insane courage was starting to crumble. Did they survive Helgen only to die a week later in another dragon attack?

The dragon spoke, chanting words a human couldn't understand. Lucy's lungs trembled as the low, growling sound resonated inside of her.

"Sahlkoniir, ziil do doval ulse! Slen Tiid Vo!"

Lucy's heart skipped a beat when the dragon's shout shattered the stone lid covering the grave. Rocks flew through the air as strange power emerged from the ground. Gigantic bones crawled out from the hole, forming the shape of another dragon. As flesh and scales began to rejuvenate around the skeleton, it replied to the black dragon.

"Alduin, thuri! Boaan tiid vokriiha suleyksejun kruziik?"

The dragon on the ground turned its head towards their hiding place, and Lucy pressed herself against the mage as the dragon's hollow eyesockets found her.

It was like Helgen all over again.

Only worse.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part of this chapter! Sorry, I left it in a cliffhanger, I promise to write the next part fast. The second part will be one big battle scene and I thought it would be overwhelming if this would have been like 10k long one chunk.

What do you think it's going to happen next?

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