Author's Notes
Alright, I'm a little late, but that doesn't matter. What matters is, here's the next chapter!
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ScarOfHerobrine, heh, now that you say it, so do I. I'll see what I can do about it... Yeah, it's pretty difficult! I keep fearing that I've left somebody out, or that it's too chaotic, so thanks! Uh-huh, that'll take some getting used to. Heh, I'm very glad! I would flip out too, no doubt. :D Speaking of 'To Walk', I need to go read the next chapters...
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Jack's POV
We stood just outside the castle's large front door. It was raining lightly, with thin clouds scattered all over the bleak sky. It was surprisingly warm today, which is probably why it was raining instead of snowing. That's not to say it wasn't cold, but with the extra layer of clothes under my armor, the only word to describe the temperature today was 'nice'.
I turned my head to look at Adrian, who was standing to my right. Sarah was on my left, both of them standing straight and serious. "I like this weather," I told them, looking back up at the sky. "Not freezing, with the gentle drumming of rainfall and just enough light to see where you're going."
Adrian hummed. "I suppose it's better than snow," he conceded, "but it's honestly not my favorite."
I looked over at Sarah, who hadn't said anything. The skeleton girl looked at me out of the corner of her eyes for a second before huffing. "A soldier should be able to trudge through meters of snow and under battering rain to do what's necessary."
The skeleton girl heaved a sigh after a whilee, rolling her eyes and turning away when I didn't. "But I do prefer sunny afternoons," she muttered.
I smiled, satisfied, and turned back to stare at the front gate. Only a few minutes later, the spider sisters and lady June came into view through the slots in the gate's tough wood. I signaled for the guards to open and took a step forward. I waved at them, greeting Lila and lady June with handshakes and a hug.
Valory greeted me with a quick kiss, taking my hand. "How was your trip?" I asked her.
"It was alright. Do you know why lady Cassidy called the meeting?" she asked me in turn.
Shaking my head, I led them inside. "No. I was hoping you would, to be honest."
Lila walked up to my side. "Hey," she whispered, "what are we here for again?"
I looked at Val. "You didn't tell her?"
The cave spider beat her to it. "No, she just told me to get dressed and dragged me to the railway."
"Lady Cassidy called a meeting at the Obsidian Palace," I explained.
"But weren't we going to do meet up with the rest of the gang?" she asked. "Y'know, to come up with a plan so Sarah wouldn't be all 'sad and floppy'?"
I frowned. "You're right, I comepletely forgot."
"Maybe you could take Adrian to Simon's in our place," Val suggested. "Wasn't the meeting supposed to be there?"
"Hmm... alright," she agreed.
I waved Adrian over. "Could you escort miss Lila to Simon's house once we reach the railway?"
The wither skeleton nodded. "Of course." He extended his arm, and Lila hooked hers around it. I let go of Val for a moment to speak with Lady June.
The spider smiled at me. "Yes, young king?"
"Do you have any idea why lady Cassidy called this meeting?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Forgive me, but I don't. Cassidy rarely calls meetings. Instead, she sends out messengers to inform us. It was Troyel who arranged most of these, always wanting to let everyone know what he thought of everything," the ex-queen muttered fondly.
I took a moment to remember my late uncle, before putting him safely away in my heart. "Then whatever lady Cassidy wants to say must be very important."
We walked the rest of the way in silence until we reached the castle's center. The pillars that held up most of the roof were now reinforced with metal and repaired using better stone. The whole process took weeks, and during that time nobody was allowed in the castle.
We walked up to the railway's entrance, flicking on the lights once we were inside. Adrian walked over to the railway's control panel, flipping switches and starting two separate trains. Val, lady June and I got in one while Lila climbed into the other. The wither skeleton finished setting up our rides and entered the cart behind Lila's, and twenty seconds later we were shooting down the dimly-lit tunnel system connecting multiple mob cities together.
Val spent most of the ride chatting with lady June, until they eventually ran out of conversation topics. Then the cave spider leaned forward, hugging me from behind in her cart. "So what are we going to do with Sarah?" she asked me as quietly as possible, just enough to be heard over the rumble of the train.
I pressed my head against her, toying with a lock of her black hair. "I'm not sure. Sarah's happiness hadn't been much of a concern to me when we were young because we rarely visited them, so I never got to learn what brightened her up. Other than Thomas, of course."
Val hummed thoughtfully. "I asked her quite often what she liked, but she always gave me a vague answer related to her soldier training, nothing concrete about her hobbies or anything."
"That's another thing," I agreed. "She always dodged the question or told me what she usually did, not what she liked to do."
The young spider queen tapped her chin. "Mmm... oh! I know! She told me at some point that she enjoyed taking care of a garden with her dad when she was little. Why don't we do something like that with her?"
"That's a great idea," I told her. "We could make a space for Sarah's garden in the castle's courtyard. We need to tell the others, and organize ourselves. We're going to have to buy a lot of plants."
"And soil," Val added. "Not to mention tools."
I nodded. "The castle blacksmiths can make tools, but yeah. That's a great idea."
It was only a few minutes later that the train began slowing down. Val and I continued talking about the garden we'd make with Sarah, what size the plot would be and what plants to get etcetera. Enderman guards greeted us once we got off the train. Once pleasantries had been exchanged, the armored mobs led us out of the railway station.
We emerged onto the busy center of the Obsidian City. Endermen travelled the streets, a few of them peeking glances at us before turning away. I could see a building under construction; endermen workers teleported to and fro all over it, taking materials and tools with them. The guards continued to guide us to the tall palace looming atop a hill in the center of the city.
The buildings in all enderman cities are impressive, but the ones at the capital are even more so. They're kept in mint condition, with intricately carved stone pillars or smooth wooden ones decorated using thin branches woven together around them. The windowsills and doorframes also had beautiful carvings, and were made with what looked to be high-quality wood.
We crossed a masterfully built stone bridge that went from one side of a river to the other, connecting the city to the Obsidian Castle itself. This was supposedly the first structure to be built by ancient enderman hands, the effort led by the first king of the endermen. It wasn't massively extensive by any means, but that didn't make it any less impressive or tall.
As the name suggests, part of the castle is built using obsidian, mostly as rings accentuating towers and plating on their roofs. The windows were black-tinted glass, and the majority of the castle was made up of dark stone. This would be the first time either Val or I would see the magnificent build from the inside.
Guards within the castle walls opened its heavy obsidian door, letting us pass. The endermen leading our little party took us up a few floors on a circling staircase. Once at the top, we walked down a beautifully-lit hall towards the large door at the end. Golden sunlight fell in through tinted glass panels, giving everything an almost ethereal essence. The guards opened the door and led us in, closing it quietly behind us.
We had entered a tall room with a map-table similar to the one in Veridon's castle, except with more detail. More sunlight flooded the room through a circular window high up on the wall. The other monarchs were already there, greeting us with nods, kind faces, and reassuring smiles. Val and I sat down next to each other, while lady June sat on the other side of the young spider queen.
Lady Anastasia sat on a throne at the head of the table. When we first met the elderly enderman queen, her years hadn't caught up with her. But after the... the war, it suddenly became clear just how tired she was. Now she sat on her throne, with bags under her eyes, skin too pale to be healthy and a sag on her once proudly held shoulders. A few strands of grey infiltrated her dark hair, and her eyes held many years in one second.
The elderly queen stood up, sweeping the room with her gaze and forcing a smile. "Thank you all for coming today."
"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Jefferson, the zombie king, told her. "It must be something very important for you to call a meeting."
"It indeed is," Lady Cassidy agreed. "I called this meeting because... I have an announcement to make."
The enderman queen took off her silver crown, staring at it in her hands. "I have been the ruler of my clan for many many years," she began. "And not once did I think this day would come. I was... foolish, and selfish, to never consider the possibility that I would grow too old to be queen.
"As you may know, I have no heir. I never had children—" She said this in a strange manner. As if she were trying to convince everyone, including herself, of this. "—and it is much too late for that now. I intend to give up my role as monarch of the endermen, but I need to find someone suitable to take over my clan."
Nobody argued with lady Cassidy, although it certainly looked like they wanted to. But we all knew that this would be for the best. "To do this," lady Cassidy continued, "The enderman clan will be hosting a tournament."
Lady Tiffany of the slimes frowned. "Forgive me, Cass, but... well, I fail to see how this involves all of us. You could've sent a message instead of calling a meeting."
"I could've, yes," the enderman queen agreed. "But I felt like doing something new for once. Besides, I need your help with this as well."
"Of course, Lady Cassidy," Val said with a smile. "What do you need?"
"Our cities have a plethora of inhabitants from all six clans," lady Cassidy began. "I would like for you to announce the tournament to any endermen living in your territories who are willing to take on the challenge. Plus, Adam, I could use your engineers. My finest builders will be tasked with the construction of an arena, and they believe it would benefit from some redstone."
The creeper king nodded. "Very well. I'll see who I can spare."
"The slime clan could provide you with materials if necessary," lady Tiffany suggested.
"Have you made flyiers that we can distribute, lady Cassidy?" I asked.
The enderwoman smiled. "Well, I personally haven't, but we hired a designer who did. General Rousch will have them delivered to you soon."
Adam tapped the table with his fingers. "The tournament obviously wouldn't use actual weapons, correct?"
"Of course not," lady Cassidy agreed.
The creeper king nodded. "We need the manpower from the other clans to produce enough faux weapons and armor for this. How many applicants are you expecting?"
The enderman queen thought about this for a moment. "About five hundred. The position of monarch is quite tempting to most."
"And the arena?" lady Tiffany asked. "How big would it be?"
"Very," lady Cassidy answered with a nod. "My builders expect we will need thousands of square meters of stone, concrete, soil, iron and quartz. Not to mention the materials Adam's engineers will use."
The slime queen tapped her chin. I had only seen her a few times, and she always looked worried or jittery. "I think it can be done. I'll ask my builders to dig a new quarry. That should provide you with everything you will need."
The enderwoman smiled. "Thank you."
"When will you begin the tournament?" I asked. "And how long would it last?"
"I'm not entirely aware of the logistics," lady Cassidy answered apologetically. "But I believe it will last about two weeks, and will begin in one month while my people work on the arena."
King Jefferson leaned forward. "I could send you some of my medics for the duration of the event. Accidents tend to happen during these things."
The enderman queen nodded. "That would be much appreciated, thank you."
"I could task lady June's- uh, my, tailors to make the armor and bows that will be used during the tournament," Val offered.
I nodded. "The skeleton clan could assemble swords and shields."
"Thank you both," lady June said.
"Would that be all, Cassidy?" Adam asked.
The enderwoman nodded. "I believe so. Thank you for understanding, and for being here."
She took a deep breath and smiled. "I do not wish for this to sound like a final farewell, but I must speak my mind. You have been the best friends anyone could ever ask for. We have been through thick and thin, more than just neighboring monarchs.
"I weep for those that are no longer with us," she continued. "For Aaron, my oldest friend, who perished at the hands of monsters whilst defending his clan. For Belle, who was lost to a sickness, and for Troyel, whom we will miss dearly."
The other monarchs hung their heads in a show of respect. Val and I did too after a moment of hesitation. I learned about lady Belle and king Aaron in school when I was little, the predecessors of king Jefferson and king Adam respectively. For some reason, when lady Cassidy came into power, she despised the current creeper king. But that hatred had blossomed into friendship several years back.
After the moment of silence, lady Cassidy stood up. "That will be all, my friends. Go back to yours, and please, have your men share the news of the tournament. I'm sure that we will be able to find a suitable candidate to be my replacement. D'ah-ton."
We left the room one by one, king Adam staying behind to discuss a few things with lady Cassidy. "What does 'dah towm' mean?" I asked lady June.
"'D'ah-ton' is a phrase in ancient enderman," the ex-queen answered. "It literally means 'have a good life', and is used as a farewell. The endermen are the only clan who still have a few fragments of their ancient language alive today."
"Do you know any more?" Val asked her.
Lady June nodded hesitantly. "I think I do, but my pronunciation is horrible. I'll try my best."
She thought to herself for a minute as we walked down the weird magic hall. "Okay, First is 'ah c'hou', which means 'good to see you'. Then... 't'ebha', which means 'stay clever' and is used to say 'focus'. There's also 'ah-lete', which means 'opposite of good'."
"'Ah lette'," Val repeated. "Isn't it easier to just say 'bad'?" she asked.
"Yes, but endermen don't use that to just say bad," lady June explained. "It's more like... 'oh, why?'."
I frowned. "Do endermen use those phrases a lot? I've never heard Eba use any of them."
"Some endermen do," the ex-queen answered. "Mostly on the older side, though I heard it would be taught in schools at one point or another. It's quite an important language."
Val raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
Lady June smiled. "Endermen were the first explorers when time began. Many of our words come from their ancient language. For example, obsidian comes from 'ops-idan', which means 'tough' and 'dark'. And sheath; 's'eth', which means 'to hold swords'."
We discussed the ancient language for a while until we made our way back to the railway station. Val asked lady June if she felt alright with going back home alone, as she and I would be visiting Simon.
"Of course," the spider answered. "I've been on the railway on my own plenty of times. Have fun, milady, but make sure to come back soon; there are a lot of things for you to attend to."
Val nodded. "Thank you. And, please, I asked you not to call me that. I still feel uncomfortable taking your place."
Lady June smiled. "Right, sorry. Good day to you both."
We took the train back to Globe Chapel city, and were forced to walk aaall the way out from the center of it and through the forest to Simon's house-mansion. "We really need to find a better way to visit them," I told Valory.
The spider smiled. "Yeah. Maybe Simon could give us some sort of personal airship. It'd be easier."
I frowned. "I don't know. Those things are hard to make."
"I'm sure if we ask him he'll agree," Val insisted with a nudge.
I huffed, nudging her back playfully. "Well, maybe you could ask. I'd rather we didn't bother him. You know how busy he's been recently."
Val shrugged, hugging me as we walked. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and we enjoyed each other's company in silent contempt.
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Eba's POV
Kait, Izabell, Ara, Lila, Adrian and I sat in Z's living room, discussing what we could do to help Sarah's mood, with Blight standing nearby. So far, we had one thing clear; we really need to come up with a way to cheer her up. In the hour or so since we got together, there hadn't been a single good idea that we knew would actually work. We came up with pranks, Lila suggested a blind date, a trip far away by herself, a trip far away with us, etcetera. But we kept finding reasons for them to not work.
Izabell poured herself a dandelion tea, sipping it carefully. We jumped out of our skin when someone knocked on the door. Z put down her mug and walked over. Jack and Valory walked in shortly after, greeting us and looking for a place to sit. Jack sat down in a big puffy chair, and Val squeezed in beside him, making for a tight fit.
Lila stopped snickering just enough to speak. "How did the meeting go? What did lady Cassidy want?"
"It went well," Jack answered. "Lady Cassidy is looking to retire from her role as queen."
We stared at both young monarchs in astonishment. Lady Cassidy had been queen when our parents were our age. She was, as far as I knew, the oldest-living monarch. "Really?" I asked in disbelief. "When? Who's the heir to the throne?"
"That's the thing," Val began. "Since lady Cassidy has no heir, the endermen are hosting this big tournament to choose one. We're supposed to have flyiers put up everywhere once they're sent to us."
Kaitlin tilted her head. "So... could Eba participate? And become queen?"
I stared at the blaze in surprise. "She could," Jack agreed, "if she wants to."
Everyone looked at me expectantly. "I, uh..." It took a moment for me to find my voice. "As much as I'd like to, I can't."
Val raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
I stared at Blight. My demon was pretending to look out the window, but I knew he was listening intently. "I don't think it's right for a queen to have a demon. Or for me to put my friend at risk just to become one. Who knows what people would do if they found out about him?"
Lila crossed her arms. "Well I don't think it's fair that you're holding back because of Blight."
The cave spider was about to go on when my demon spoke. "I don't either."
He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "If you really want to participate in the tournament, then don't let me stop you. I want what's best for you, Eba."
I shrank a little. "So do I. And it's your safety I'm thinking of. I don't want to have someone catch you, and then try to... to exorcise or hurt you."
Adrian tapped his chin. "There's always a way to deal... Blight, could you leave Eba and enter another host?"
My demon nodded. Adrian frowned thoughtfully. "Then couldn't you simply inhabit someone else while Eba takes part in the tournament?"
We were all silently contemplating the wither skeleton's idea. For some reason, the thought of Blight leaving me made me feel uneasy. "It could work," my demon conceded. "But we would have to find someone who would take me."
"We can't ask a stranger to do this," Kait pointed out. "It has to be someone we can trust."
Once again, everyone was quiet. Izabell took a final sip of her tea and looked up. "I could do it," she offered.
I frowned. "Why?"
The slime girl shrugged. "Honestly, I don't do much. I guess I just want something to do, someone to talk to. No offense, Ara."
The monster 'smiled'. "None taken, Isssabell."
I turned to look at Blight. My heart fell when I saw him actually considering this. "Are you sure?" my demon asked.
Izabell nodded. "I am."
Do you really want to? I asked Blight.
This is a solution, the only one we've come up with, he reasoned. It would allow you to participate in the tournament, and I would stay safe during.
You do realize that if I win, we'll probably never be together like this again? I pressed.
My demon went silent for a moment. You're my family, he said at last. I will not allow myself to sand in the way of your success.
Without waiting for me to argue again, he turned to Izabell. "Very well. If you truly alright with it, then we'll do it."
The slime girl stood up. "Yes, I am."
Blight nodded. My demon took a deep breath. "It's probably best you sit down for this," he advised Izabell. "It's painful."
"Oh." Z did as she was told, sitting back down with her hands on her thighs.
Steel yourself, Blight told me. "Close your eyes, Izabell," he instructed.
I closed them too, preparing for the imminent headache. A few seconds later, white-hot pain seemed to tear a hole through my forehead. I grabbed the chair's armrests tightly, clenching my teeth and trying to not pass out. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain was gone along with Blight. My head and heart felt sort of empty, and it became clear just how used I had become to my demon being there.
My head felt woozy. I blinked my eyes open, and was just in time to see the last few wisps of dark-grey smoke enter Izabell's forehead. Tears were sliding down the slime girl's cheeks, but she held fast. She heaved a shuddering breath once it was over, holding her head in her hands. Lila took Izabell's hand, trying to comfort her.
"I'm okay," she choked out. "I'm fine."
"And Blight?" I asked her quietly.
The slime girl blinked in surprise, staring at her hand. Grey dust was trailing its way to her palm, drifting off towards the wall and slowly forming one of Blight's shadows. "I'm here," he muttered.
I turned away, pressing my cheek against my fist. "Good."
"Now that that's settled," Lila began carefully. "We haven't done what we supposedly came here to do. Come up with a way to cheer Sarah up."
"Actually," Val began proudly, "I have an idea..."
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Thomas' POV
It had been over a week an a half since Javer and I set off towards the village. It became apparent how bad of a pilot I was, having bumped into trees and such at least twice a day, usually more. I don't think we broke the machine, or lost any important parts, but the slight rumbling coming from belowdecks wasn't all that reassuring.
Eventually, the taiga turned into a jungle, which I found more difficult to manouver through. But, once we left the jungle, it was a straight shot to the village flying over a mesa. And now, at last, we were nearing our destination.
I could remember that the village was built on plains edged by a sparse forest. The village had changed a lot since I was gone. There were less houses, and they looked to be made mostly of stone and brick now. Javer couldn't keep a smile from his face, looking relieved to be back home. I couldn't see much from where I stood at the helm, but I could imagine the faces of everyone on the ground, looking up at the impressive machine in the sky.
I brought us close to the ground and dropped the anchor, taking a look around. A small crowd of people gathered a short distance from the airship. Familiar faces poked out here and there. Javer waved at them all, dropping the rope ladder and beginning the climb down. I wrung my hands together. Worry was eating me alive; what would everyone think when they saw me? Would I be welcome? Cast out?
Javer noticed me hesitating just before his head popped out of view. "Thomas? Aren't you coming?"
I blinked a couple times. "Uh, yeah, yeah I'm coming."
The alchemist-in-training frowned, getting back onboard. "What's the matter?"
I huffed. "I just don't know how everyone will receive me."
"Well..." Javer placed a hand on my shoulder, leading me to the ladder. "Does it matter? I know of a few people who will certainly be glad to see you again. And I don't think anyone would be against you coming back, even if it's just for a while."
I smiled at my friend. "I guess you're right. Ladies first?" I asked jokingly.
"By all means," Javer answered, nudging me towards the ladder.
I shoved him back playfully, beginning my descent onto familiar territory. I set foot on the emerald grass, waiting for Javer before turning around. I was met with about two dozen surprised or worried faces. A couple of them lit up, moving towards the front of the group. We recognized each other immediately.
"Javer? And... is that Thomas?" the young woman asked quietly.
A very old man walked up behind her, holding himself up with a staff. "Turns out you were right," he said disbelievingly.
My friend nodded, taking a step forward. "I was."
"Hey Sophie," I muttered. "Good to see you again, healer."
"It's very good to make your aquaintance anew, my boy," the old man answered with a smile.
Letting out some sort of shriek, Sophie ran up and hugged me tightly. "I can't believe it!"
The crowd started bombarding us with questions, engulfing us in queries that came to fast to answer. The healer began shoving people back with his staff. "That is enough! All of you! Give the young men space! Go back to you chores if all you're going to do is gawk!"
Most of the crowd dispersed, but not without complaints. Javer and I finally managed to answer the last questions from a few people before they too were sent off by the healer. He and Sophie stood with us, an awkward silence stretching for a few seconds.
"How?" Sophie finally asked. "How are you here?"
I rubbed the back of my neck. "It's... a long, complicated story."
"Maybe we could discuss it somewhere more comfortable," Javer suggested. "Do... uh, do I still have a house, healer?"
The old man chuckled, shaking his head. "Sort of. Come along, young ones."
The healer led us through the village. People waved with slight awkwardness, and we all waved back. The cobblestone road we took felt familiar. "When did you pave the dirt path, healer?" I asked.
"A long time ago," he answered. "The fire that came after the raid was over consumed a vast quantity of our homes, and our friends. Including you.
"Once the rubble was cleared," the elder went on, "and we had grieved for the ones lost, we rebuilt our houses with stone and paved the path with cobble. Now we rely not only on my senses and visions, but on the Night Guards in watch towers."
I frowned. "The Night Guards?"
"Sophie proposed the idea," Javer answered, "to have people keep an eye out for monsters or pillagers during the night. Lots of people volunteered to become Night Guards. Last time I was around, there were six watch towers, and we had eight Night Watchers. Has that changed?" he asked Sophie.
The young woman nodded. "We built two more watch towers, and recruited two more Night Guards."
We split off from the stone road onto a poorly-kept dirt one. We trailed along it for a little while, walking up to a house that looked just as mistreated as the little dirt path. Sophie, Javer and I stopped in front, while the healer went up to it and began sorting through a key ring.
"This place looks just as I left it. Except for, you know, the months of not being properly taken care of," he added.
"Nobody but the Healer and Miron dared go in. The Healer was actually who gave me your note. Also..." Sophie punched Javer in the arm hard, causing the alchemist-in-training to recoil. "I didn't appreciate how you simply disappeared and left me to do all the chores myself!"
"Sorry," our friend choked out between pained chuckles. "But I had to find Thomas. I didn't want to disappear, but I had to."
Sophie huffed, looking from Javer to me. I raised my hands, taking a step back. "I died, remember?"
The young woman smiled, shaking her head. "Well, you both are going to have to make it up to me, alright?"
Javer and I exchanged glances. "Fine..."
The Healer eventually found the right key, opening the lock on Javer's door and letting us in. The small house was empty except for a clothes rack, a desk, some stools, and a big chest in the corner. Javer looked around in disbelief.
"Miron and I cleaned up," the Healer explained. "He took all the perishables, potions and glassware to his own house. I put all your books and belongings in that chest."
Our friend relaxed. "Oh. Alright." He took a book out of his trenchoat's pockets, going over and placing it in the chest.
The Healer pulled up a stool, sitting down with a grunt. "Alright. Now we're 'more comfortable'." He stared at me with old blue eyes. "Tell us. How are you here?"
I got my own stool, sitting beside the desk, and taking a deep breath. "Alright. I guess... I should begin by telling you just who and what I am."
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Author's Notes
Finally, I didn't shoot way past 5k words. But only because I moved a couple of scenes from this chapter to the next. :P
I had a lot of fun with this one, trying to fill out the amazing world that I've somehow managed to create with my very own hands. I hope you've enjoyed the chapter too. :D
Thank you all for your wonderful time, support, and patience. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
