(Extremely Late) Author's Notes
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My bad, forgot to upload this. In my defense, soccer and crying tires you out, and being tired makes you forget very important things. Please don't kill me.
Anywho, Reviews!
GiggiEba, well, try to put yourself in his shoes. You'd probably be done with everyone's shit too. :P
ScarOfHerobrine, heh, I'm glad you liked that bit. Well, he did it to see if it would force Thomas to reveal any new abilities he had. And he wouldn't give the gold to Miron for personal reasons. Gah, I've been meaning to find an animation app so I can start a proyect specifically for you. I'll get to work on that tomorrow...
ThinMint, I'm glad you liked the Simon/Izabell fluff! So are snow foxes. Um... no, yeah, you're right, it's Piketooth. I get mixed up with that sometimes, I'll fix it when I can. You'll see what she means eventually. Heh. Eh, it's fine, just glad you made it. Thank you so much for the support!
sOl-'-aLOne, thanks! Heh, you're gonna have to wait a bit more. And don't worry about the bugging you mentioned in your review on KOW; if anything, it'll help me to not make slip-ups like with this chapter...
I think that's the most reviews I've had to answer in one chapter. Excluding ThinMint's Corner, of course. Makes me feel kinda proud, and guilty for forgetting. Anywho, on with the story!
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3rd Person POV
A small crowd gathered around a man covered in a blue coat and simple brown clothing. The man's face was mostly hidden by a red balaclava, and his coat bore intricate golden trim. Gripped in his hands were two leads, attached to a couple of llamas with cloth coverings that had the same markings and color scheme as that of the man. They huffed every now and then, looking around with bored eyes.
The cloaked man was offered crops, pouches of money, food items and jewelry, which were exchanged for resources in turn. Plants from faraway lands, cocoa beans, cutlery, bread of varying kinds and more. All this came from pouches on the llama's 'clothes' despite them not looking large enough to carry this many products. A few minutes passed, and the shopping frenzy died down. The crowd of villagers dispersed, allowing one man to approach the trader.
He wore gold-rimmed goggles with red glass atop his head, a brown vest, a green undershirt, simple slacks and boots. Miron gave the man a nod. "Good afternoon, trader. I was wondering if you would have a special book in stock."
"What kind of book?" the man asked. "Brewing? Forgery?"
"Not quite," Miron answered. "A book from the ancients. I'm an alchemist, see, and my student told me he bought a book from a wandering trader that taught him to gather sunlight. But he lost it, so I was hoping you might have another."
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing our company has sold," the trader muttered. "But I'm afraid that I do not know anything about a book like that. Do you have a description? A title, perhaps?"
"It bore no title," the alchemist answered. "Javer, my apprentice, told me it was white with gold decor on the corners and spine. Faded, of course, being an ancient book and all."
"Sorry, friend, but it doesn't ring a bell," the trader said after a while. "We don't find many ancient books. I'll be sure to ask the other traders if they've seen or heard of it."
Miron sighed and nodded. "Very well. Thank you, sir. Do you perhaps have glowstone you could trade me for?"
"I indeed do," the man answered, at least glad to have made a sale off this strange man.
Miron walked back towards his house with one pouch of glowstone powder, a potion of slow falling missing from his vest's inner pockets. The alchemist passed behind two houses, the space darknened by the buildings. A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pushed the alchemist to the wall. Emerald eyes stared impatiently an inch away from Miron's own.
"Well?" the shape asked. "Did the trader know anything about the book?"
"N-no, he didn't," the alchemist answered.
"Then we have no choice," the shape said with a shrug, turning away. "We must get the information from your apprentice by any means necessary. Even if that means... interviewing him."
Miron frowned, his mind running rampant. "You said that would be only as a last resort. Wh-Why don't we... search Javer's house? Like you suggested last time?"
"I thought you didn't agree with ransacking your student's dwelling," the shape said sarcastically, a dangerous smile forming on his face. "But if you insist..."
The alchemist sighed inwardly as the shape turned into a cloud of dust, falling to the ground and drifting almost invisibly through the grass. "Meet me there."
Miron watched it go, not knowing if what he was about to do was justified by having such a power. He never intended to hurt anyone, and what's more, he didn't even want the power for himself. He wanted to help the people of his village, wanted to ensure that poverty and famine would never be a problem for them again. Wasn't that worth a little ransacking?
The alchemist bowed his head and followed the fleeting shape.
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Thomas' POV
Javer knocked on his teacher's door. Well, the knocking evolved to pounding a couple blows back. My friend sighed, turning around. "He's not home, that's for sure."
"Then... where are we going to look for him?" I asked.
"All around town, really," J answered tiredly as he walked past me. "Let's split up. Kind of useless for the both of us to look in the same direction."
"Alright..." I answered, although it probably wasn't necessary; the alchemist-in-training was already shambling away.
I hummed, turning in the opposite direction. The sun was rising slowly to the top of the sky, bathing everything in its pleasant warmth. I wandered around the village, asking anyone I met if they'd seen the resident crazy person. Nobody knew where he was so I kept on walking. Eventually, I reached the healer's house. A familiar face was sitting on a little bench outside, a blanket draped over her, sipping tea from a mug and staring at nothing.
I smiled at Sophie and walked over, waving to match her attention. The blonde noticed, turning her head and moving me a tiny smile. "Hey," I greeted, sitting down beside her.
"Hey. How are you holding up?" she asked.
"Alright," I answered with a shrug. "And you?"
My friend took another sip of her tea. "I've been better. The Healer says I shouldn't do anything too strenuous for the rest of today and maybe part of tomorrow. Plus I have to drink this awful root tea to get my energy back."
I chuckled, looking back out. The Healer's house was built on a slight slope, giving us a lovely view of the village. "At least you're awake now. How bad was it?" I asked slowly, curiosity drawing me in. "Being sick?"
"I wasn't sick, I was poisoned," Sophie muttered. She sighed and looked up to the sky. "It wasn't enjoyable. At all. My bones felt cold, my eyes stung, it was a nightmare. It sort of felt like I was simply floating through nothing, curled up into a ball, unable to see what was going on. It's something I would highly recommend against."
I grimaced as she explained. Once she was done, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "At least it's over now. Let's hope we never see cave spiders again."
The blonde hummed. "I'd drink to that, but all I have is this tea."
I smiled, giving her a squeeze. We sat there for a little while, and then the door to the Healer's house opened. The elder walked outside carrying a basket, smiling when he noticed us. "Good afternoon, children. Have any aches been bothering you, my boy?"
"Not particularly, Healer," I answered. "I just found Sophie out here and came over to say hi."
The elder nodded. "She didn't want to stay inside, despite my advice."
"I wanted to see the sky," my friend explained. "I realized how much I needed it after being underground for hours."
The Healer smiled. "I understand, child. Remember to not strain yourself if you plan on doing any work," he added, continuing his walk out of the premises. "I will be collecting sweetberries and other herbs if anyone needs me."
"Tom could help you out with that," Sophie suggested, turning to look at me.
I blinked, surprised, and then stood up. "Yeah, I could. If you want."
"It'd be much appreciated, my boy," the elder answered with a nod.
I followed the Healer, turning to glance at Sophie for a moment. The blonde smiled and mouthed 'you owed me'. I rolled my eyes and tread after the elder. We walked off to the east side of the village, entering a sparse section of forest. Sheltered by solid oaks were a bunch of berry bushes, crimson fruits hanging from their branches and shining in the sunlight. They were planted in mostly-neat rows, some spreading into the trodden paths between them.
"These will need trimming," the Healer muttered, grabbing the stray branches with the tips of his fingers and examining them.
"I thought these were spiky?" I asked, going to grab a branch myself.
The elder grabbed my wrist, gently moving it away. "To an inexperienced hand, yes," he said with a smile. "You must first ask for its permission, and then handle it gently."
"Ask for permission?" I repeated, turning to look at the bush.
"Yes. It does not have to be aloud if you feel ashamed of it," the Healer added, picking some berries and dropping them in his basket.
Okay... I thought to myself, reaching for the plant. May I please take some of these?I asked, feeling silly as I reached for the little fruits. I took hold of one and slowly pulled it off the branch. "Well done," the Healer praised, extending his arm with the basket out to me. It already had a nice amount of berries inside.
"How long have you been doing this for, Healer?" I asked, dropping the berry inside and movingnon to pick others.
"Since before I was your age," he answered. "I began my apprenticeship as Healer when I was only twelve, and I learned to pick berries on the first day."
I looked up at the elder, depositing seven berries into the basket. "Why haven't you taken an apprentice, Healer?"
The man sighed, dropping a dozen crimson fruits into the haul. "I have not had visions detailing who I should choose as my apprentice," he explained. "This began to worry me some years ago, but alas, there can be nothing done about it."
"And you're not going to look for one yourself?" I asked incredulously.
The Healer shrugged. "I already have, although I am unsure about her. Then again, my teacher struggled with me during my own apprenticeship."
I breathed a small sigh of relief. "Who do you have in mind?"
"You know her very well," the elder answered with a smile. "She has been helping me since she was a toddler, and still does to this day."
"Sophie?" I asked him.
"Indeed," the elder said with a nod. "I doubt she will agree, and she has always had some trouble with Healer traditions, but at least we will have someone capable of curing our friends when I finally go."
The thought of the Healer... passing away, saddened me a lot. "How... how much does she know?"
"Do not worry, my boy," he said with a smile. "I plan on being around for another decade or so. It will give me plenty of time to fully teach Sophie everything I know, as has been done for generations of Healers."
"Oh. Good," I murmured, returning to the task at hand.
We kept picking berries in silence. The Healer finally spoke again when we were about halfway done. "What do you intend on doing in the near future, Thomas?" he asked me.
I hummed, thinking about it as I pulled a big berry off its branch. "I... plan to visit Veridon, at some point," I murmured. "There's someone there I need to see."
The elder nodded. "I expected you would want to leave. The city is more interesting when compared to village life. Although it is nowhere near as peaceful, nor beautiful," he added with a kind of smug smile.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But I don't know when I'll go. There's still things I want to deal with here, like finding everyone's things. Making sure the village pulls out of it's current state of... poverty."
"It will take some time for that to happen," the Healer commented, "but I am certain that with the help you and your friends have given us, it is more a distant reality than a dream."
"I'm glad," I said with a smile, pouring more berries into the basket. It was starting to overflow.
The elder placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is more than just good news, my boy. It is an invitation," he explain. "If you wish to leave, you are free to do so without worry. Perhaps someday you will want to return, with whomever it is you are after."
Something inside me flared with joy, but the rest of me frowned. "I don't want to go until I've made sure," I repeated. "And until everyone's things have been found."
The healer searched my gaze a moment before nodding. "I will not force you to leave. But know that you can whenever it calls for you, and that we will be here to welcome you if you return."
I looked down at the berry bush in front of me. Its branches were rough, bearing sharp thorns to keep everyone away. And yet its leaves were soft, despite it doing everything in its power to demonstrate otherwise, they were soft. I smiled, thinking of her again. I'll be back soon, I promised, picking the last berry from its branches and moving on. I could almost hear her voice, melodic and proud, carrying a smirk.
Hurry up, then. I'm waiting.
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3rd Person POV
Javer sighed in defeat, heading to his house. Nobody had seen Miron anywhere, at least not on his side. The boy decided that taking a nap was the best course of action, as it'd be easier to find an eccentric scientist on full batteries. He walked over, opening the door and stepping inside. The alchemist-in-training froze in his tracks, staring at an equally as motionless figure that kneeled before his chest, presumably rooting through it.
Javer frowned in surprise. "Miron?"
The alchemist stood up hastily, giving his apprentice a nervous smile. "J-Javer! I-I-I can explain, see, I was looking for one of our old textbooks-"
The door suddenly shut behind Javer. The boy whirled around, coming face-to-face with somebody he did not recognize. They wore a dusty brown hoodless cloak over a dark-green shirt and navy jeans as well as black leather boots. Their skin was pale, eyes emerald green, black hair slicked back, with a menacing smile parting his lips.
"Afternoon, Javer," the being said, cutting the boy from the door and making him back away. "It's good to finally meet you."
Javer turned to Miron over his shoulder and then back to the stranger in bewilderment. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am one of Miron's friends," they answered. Green dust trailed down their arms and off their fingertips, snaking up Javer's figure and trapping him in place like iron webs. The boy struggled against the strange bonds, glaring at his assailant.
"You have something that we need," the demon told him. Its voice carried even more insanity than its eyes did. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about a certain book, do you? A book from the ancients, perhaps?"
"What?" the boy asked. He turned his head, staring at his teacher over his shoulder. The man stood there without making a move or a sound, head down in shame. Anger burned inside Javer as he turned back to the demon. "I don't know anything about an ancient book."
"Don't be like that, boy," the malignant shape said, its smile never wavering. "It does you no good to harbor secrets from me. Now, Miron made me promise something, so I will not hurt you just yet."
The dust encasing Javer picked him up and sat him down under the window at the far wall a little harshly. The demon sneered from where he was, taking a step closer. A pale flash passed through its emerald eyes, almost imperceptible. The unholy spawn's smile faded for a moment and then returned in force.
"I have to leave you for now," it said, turning away. The dust holding Javer in place drifted away and back towards the demon, dark-green chains forming in their wake. "I have more pressing matters to attend to elsewhere."
As it walked up to the door, it turned into a cloud of jade smoke, floating to the ground and slithering like water beneath the door. The alchemist-in-training glared at the door for a moment longer before switching targets. "Well?" he asked sharply. "What do you plan on doing with me now?"
Miron turned his head slowly, looking at his apprentice from the corner of his eyes. "I meant no harm, Javer," he muttered. "I only wanted to help."
Javer's gaze burned into the man. "What did you make him promise?"
"That he would let me... interrogate you before doing so himself," the alchemist answered glumly.
"Well, now you have the chance," his apprentice spat through gritted teeth. "Try all you want. But I won't tell you, or him, where I put the book."
"Please understand Javer," the man pleaded.
"Understand what?" Javer asked angrily. "That you've been consorting with a demon? That you fucking chained me up in my own house just so you can find a book?"
"It's more than just a book," Miron said told him. "And you know that."
"You are willing to let a demon torture your apprentice for gold?" his apprentice asked incredulously. "For the ability to turn things into precious metal?"
"N-No, I'm not," the man answered, almost frantic. "Th-that's why I a-asked him, t-to promise..."
"And you trust the word of a demon?" Javer exclaimed incredulously.
Miron fumbled for words. "I-I, h-he... I just... I wanted everyone to... to respect me," he explained glumly. "I wanted people... t-to see that I am not just a-a-a weirdo wh-who lives locked up in his house, mixing things for profit.
"I wanted them to look up to me, wanted you to look up to me, I just wanted appreciation!" he shouted in frustration, tears forming in his eyes. "I wanted respect! I thought that, if I could find a way to turn metal, turn anything into gold and fix our monetary problems, people would finally... respect me...
"Nobody listens to me," the man went on sadly. "They don't take me seriously, not even you. I try so hard to get them to see that my job is not to be made a mockery of. That it's important, that it helps. That I help. I just... wanted..."
Javer's glare didn't falter. "Why would I respect you, why now, when you've shown yourself to be an immature man who would do anything for a litttle attention? Why would anyone take you seriously, especially now? Thomas has been trying to help, has actually been helping, while all you've done is search my house!"
Miron's mouth opened but no sound came out. The man seemed to crumple inwardly as he sat down on the edge of his apprentice's bed. "I want to help like Thomas does," he whispered. "I want to be able to turn things into gold, to help people who are sick. Please, Javer. Tell me where the book is."
"The book doesn't give you those abilities," Javer said firmly. "Thomas is a spirit. Why don't you get that? All the sunlight can do is give life back to him, help him remember things from lifetimes ago. That's it."
"Did you experiment on the substance?" the man asked tiredly. "Did you test your hypothesis? Did you try using the sunlight for anything else?"
His apprentice turned away after a moment. "No," he admitted.
"Then please, show me where you hid the book," Miron asked softly. "I want to help the village. And the knowledge your book contains might be exactly what I need to do that."
"You don't need to be able to turn things into gold to help," Javer spit, still avoiding the man's gaze. "You need to be there and show everyone that you do want to help them. I'm not telling you where the book is, Miron. So you're just going to have to find it yourself."
Miron stared at his apprentice sadly and sighed. "He will hurt you if you don't tell me," the man reminded him.
"Why do you care?" the boy asked pointedly. "I thought all you wanted was the book. And that demon can torture me all he wants, but I am not telling either of you."
"Javer, please," Miron begged. "You are my student, you're like a son to me. I don't want you to get hurt. Just... tell me where it is."
The alchemist-in-training huffed. "If you didn't want me to get hurt you would've cut these chains off and helped everyone banish the demon."
The man bowed his head. "He only wants to help, like I do," he muttered. "Please let us help, Javer."
"Help yourself," the boy spat. "That seem to be the only person you care about."
Miron sighed, opening his mouth to speak again. A soft grating, similar to the sound of falling sand, came from the door. The demon reappeared from a small whirlwind of dark-green dust, looking satisfied in the way a cat would feel after capturing a bird. The unholy spawn's sneer returned when he noticed a distinct lack of an ancient book.
"Well, Miron?" it asked sarcastically. "Did your student reveal to you where he hid the book?"
The alchemist looked jus at the demon and then down at Javer. His apprenticed shot daggers at him with his eyes. Miron sighed, silently asking Javer for forgiveness. "No," he muttered, turning away.
Javer let out a cry as the chains around him tightened painfully. "So I guess it is my turn to 'interrogate' him," the demon said gleefully, walking up to the boy.
"I won't tell you anything," Javer said through gritted teeth. "You're wasting your time."
"I don't have to wait for you to reveal information," the demon said, kneeling down. It put its hand on the boy's head, pressing its thumb against his forehead.. "I can possess you, and learn what I need to by force, before leaving you as an empty husk."
The alchemist-in-training looked over at Miron out of the corners of his eyes, showing how much he hated the man. His mentor looked lost and terribly saddened.
The demon chuckled, forcing Javer to look at him again. "He won't help you," the being said, its other hand slowly turning to dust. "Miron's on my side."
The boy sneaked another glance at the man, but he was no longer watching. The unholy spawn raised its changing hand above Javer's head, meaning to infiltrate his mind and reduce it to nothing. The boy screamed painfully as what felt like a thousand red-hot nails began perforating his skull.
Then the demon was shoved away, hitting the bed frame on the opposite side with a pained grunt and falling to the ground. The pain suddenly vanished, and Javer drew in quick, labored breaths. Miron reached down to the chains, taking a vial from inside his vest and pouring its silver contents onto the green, metallic chains. The boy's bonds became as weak as paper when the strange substance soaked in, and Miron was able to pull him away from the wall. Javer groaned, straining to get to his feet even with the help of his mentor.
"Why would you attack me, Miron?" the demon asked, getting up slowly. Its smile was reversed into a stern frown. "I thought we were working together to achieve the same goal," it asked, walking closer.
"I wanted to help everyone," the alchemist said, a hand sneaking into his vest. "You wanted gold."
The man pulled out another vial and threw it at the face of the demon. It exploded into various shards of glass, and a thick grey smoke covered the one-room house. The unholy spawn released an enraged shout, coughing and waving its arms to try and dissipate the smoke. It heard the sound of the door being thrown open and closed, as well as coughing on the other side. The demon growled, going up in a cloud of smoke and shooting up to the roof. It spread to every corner, using their position as reference points and finding a window from which to escape through.
Miron pulled his goggles from where they sat and moved them to his forehead. Javer coughed again, holding his head in his hands. "Smoke i-in a bottle?" he croaked, blinking at his mentor.
The man nodded. "Using food-grade fuels to generate it," he muttered, looking back at the house. A familiar jade cloud rose into the sky and fled south, sipping into the thick and overgrown branches of the abandoned orchard. "We need to warn everyone of him. It is of utmost importance that we find somewhere safer to live."
"I-I think tha... I'm 'onna pass out..." Javer mumbled, closing his eyes and going limp in Miron's arms.
The alchemist checked his breathing and pulse, sighing in relief when he realized the boy was still alive. He got tried to pick him up, but was unable to properly. Guilt was eating him alive. Suddenly, Thomas and Sophie walked around a house, heading towards them, talking with each other. Miron got up, waving at them. "Hey! We need th-..." his words caught in his throat.
Both young people turned their heads and stared at him in surprise. Miron swallowed his pride. His area of expertise wasn't medical. His apprentice had been right about him. "We need the Healer! Javer needs help!"
Thomas and Sophie took off running, the blonde ignoring the elder's advice and the way her head swam. They reached Miron and their friend, falling to their knees to inspect him. "What happened?" Sophie asked, breathless.
Miron opened his mouth. "H-he..." The man considered the answer for a moment. "I thought he was my friend," the man muttered, dropping to his knees where he stood behind the three friends. "I thought he wanted to help..."
"Who?" Sophie asked with a frown. "Javer?"
"N-no..." the alchemist answered. He raised a finger and pointed to the south. "Him."
Thomas blinked, confused for a second. He looked to where the man was pointing and recognized the orchard. A gear inside him whirred and made a click. The boy stood up, looking at Miron. "A demon? A demon hurt Javer?"
The man bowed his head in shame. "I only wanted to help," he said sadly. All of his morals were whirling around him like a feverish storm, and the rest of his words came out on the verge of hysteria. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt! I meant no harm! I only wanted to help!"
Thomas didn't turn away from the scared man, considering his words. "Did you bring him here? Did you bring him to the orchard?"
Miron shook his head vigorously. "H-he showed up. I... came across him one day, a-a-and he... convinced me that... he didn't want any trouble. That he'd help me... become rich. So that the village wouldn't depend on outside factors anymore. I told everyone to stay away from the orchard by his request. That's where he's been living so far."
Sophie got up, outraged. "You knew about a demon and you told no one? What did you think would happen, Miron???"
Thomas raised a hand to quiet her down, turning back to the man. "What did he do to Javer?"
"He tried to take over Javer's mind," Miron answered. "But I stopped him before he could do it. I hope. He's still breathing, but I want the Healer's opinion on the matter."
"You hope?" Sophie asked incredulously. She was about to start shouting hurtful truths when Thomas stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Please go get the Healer," he asked her. The blonde opened her mouth as if to start spitting curses, but the boy shook his head, speaking with more urgency. "Please go fetch him. Javer needs help, now."
The girl looked torn between shouting at Thomas, Miron, or doing as she was asked. Then she huffed, running as fast as she could back the way she came. Thomas turned his head to look at the orchard.
Miron frowned curiously at the boy. "What do you plan on doing?"
"The village's problems began with the loss of the orchard," Thomas began. "Then the mines went out of use. The people who live here had to rely on the sale of home-grown crops and the community treasury. Now the mines are operational again. We just need to clear the orchard."
The alchemist blinked, looking from the boy to the mess of wild trees to the far south. "How do you expect to clear it?" he asked. "None of the villagers will want to go near that place, so you'll be on your own. What chance do think you have to kill a demon by yourself?"
"I've killed a demon before," Thomas muttered. "Over an over, for many lifetimes." His hand curled into a fist, and the boy closed his eyes. Warmth emanated from his chest, flowing down his arm. It concentrated into a large pearl, like it had once, and a million times before. It morphed, taking the shape desired before losing its warmth and becoming solid.
The boy opened his eyes, taking in the scenery, fully aware that it could be the last time he'd see it. Clutched in his hand, much to Miron's surprise, was a golden longsword. Thomas heaved a sigh and began the long walk to the orchard, ready to face the demon that lurked in its green depths. He was doing the right thing. And he knew she would agree.
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Author's Notes
But first, ThinMint's Corner!
Review for Chp 6, eh, it's fine, just glad you could make it. :) Mhm, she felt like she didn't have a choice. Well, for now, for herself, but you'll see. I have yet to mention issues like that since I've been focusing on Thomas' side-story, but thankfully he hasn't. Believe me, he wants to, but he feels like he can't just yet. Thanks for the support!
Review for Chp 7, yeah, it's not recommended for young folks to work so much for so long without breaks. D'aw, thanks for that! I've been complimented on my fight scenes a couple times before, and it really means a lot to me when it happens, cuz they're very fun to write. Pfft, whoops. :P Mhm, and you'll see how useful they can be. Heh, I'm glad you're liking the story so far!
Review for Chp 8, mhm, there's usually a reason behind names. Well, like I mentioned, a bit redundant, but it has a scene I really liked, which sadly had to be removed. However, I do plan on including a scene like it in a future proyect. I'll mention it when the scene finally rolls around. Heh.
My iPad's about to die, and I don't really have many comments left to... comment. I really liked this chapter, and am proud of how it turned out.
My thing's gonna die soon, thankyousomuchforyourtimeandsupporthaveanamazingday
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