Author's Notes
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
I'm really, really sorry this is so late. I was busy on Friday, but then I forgot to upload it yesterday, and guuuuhhhhh
Fuuuuuuuck
I... sorry. I'm going to post the next chapter on Thursday this time to make up for it.
Anywho, Reviews!
ScarOfHerobrine, heh, yeah. She has to live off something. Darkness always referred to Thomas as his 'brother', despite them not being related nor even looking similar. But it would make for an interesting one-shot to explain why...
ThinMint, for your review of chp 11, it's fine, I'm glad you liked it!
And for your review on chp 12, heh, it caught Eba off-guard too. Mhm, she's shy, but she has limits. Pfft, just, 'bad Darkness'. :P I'm pretty sure you're 98% wrong, so your prayers have been answered. Mmmmmmmm sorry... Here, take my brains. Not really using them anyhow, am I? Thanks for the support!
sOL-'-aLOne, no they haven't. :I I have to stress the distance between the village and the mob city's, mostly for world-building's sake. Please refrain from jumping out window. Thanks! All demons have the capacity to... let's say hide, something, using their elements. And remember, Thomas forgets his previous lives and some of his power every time he dies. Darkness doesn't.
And now, at long last (again, sorry), let's get on with the story!
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Thomas' POV
I woke up early and, miraculously, without any aches. The sun was peeking in through the window, my potted tulip standing in its beam of light. I swung my legs off the bed's edge and stood up, stretching a little. I had the house to myself since Javer had slept in the Healer's house last night. Last night I had taken Sophie on the Dragoon to see the lovely plains to the west, and had dropped her off at her house before landing a little roughly outside. Excitement was coursing through my veins; I was finally going to see her again.
There was only a few preparations to be made for the journey. It took us a week to reach the village from the valley, so I assume it would take maybe twelve, thirteen days to get to Veridon. We'd need food, which was something we forgot to bring on the way here. We had to stop once to gather as many edibles as possible before getting back on track. At least now we wouldn't have that kind of detour since I'd make sure we filled the pantry.
I had only three sets of clothes, two of which were dirty, including the one I was wearing. The Healer had gifted me pairs of pants and shirts when I arrived. They didn't really fit well, but it was better than running around using the same filthy outfit. I'd have to Was the dirty clothes before our journey. There was also packing that needed to be done, mostly on J's part since all I owned at the moment was my potted flower. The airship would hold—probably—and besides I didn't know enough about to fix anything broken, so there was nothing to be done in that aspect.
I took the time I had on hand and changed clothes, walking around to the back of my friend's house afterward. I opened up the tap on the barrel set outside, filling up a metal bucket and washing my dirty clothes with a bar of soap I found inside. When I was done wringing out the clothes, I opened the window from outside and hung them up on the windowsill where the sun hit them nicely. Then I began the long, peaceful walk over to the Healer's house.
I knocked on the door once I got there, and was greeted by the elder shortly. The Healer smiled at me. "Good morning, my boy. You're up early today."
I shrugged. "As much as I like this place, I really do want to go."
The elder nodded. "I assume you're here for Javer?"
"Yeah," I answered. "He needs to pack things up for the trip. And I need help stocking our food supplies if you can spare some."
"Of course. I'll see what I can give you." The Healer gestured for me to come inside and then walked into his room. "Wake Javer up. If you wait for him, you'll be leaving three days from now."
I chuckled, closing the door behind me and ducking past the curtain to the guest room. Javer was sleeping soundly in his bed, muttering nonsense. This was a perfect opportunity to get payback on him, but I didn't have any anvils or textbooks so anything of similar weight on hand. I briefly considered summoning a ball of gold and using that, but I was pretty sure I'd fall to the ground exhausted.
There was nothing nearby that would make the appropriate racket, and besides I don't think it'd be fair to the Healer to be messing about dropping heavy things on the floor and jumpscaring everyone. I walked over to the side of his bed and took hold of his shoulders, shaking him violently. My friend's eyes shot open, and he let out a shout as he immediately crawled away from me and fell off his bed on the other side.
I snickered, walking around the bed and staring at Javer. The alchemist-in-training looked up at me out of the corners of his eyes and groaned. He got up slowly, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What was that for?" he asked sleepily.
"Revenge," I answered with a smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, I need help storing food in the airship and you've got to pack if there's anything you really want to bring."
Javer huffed, geting on his feet and stretching. "Alright, fine. Let's go do some early morning work."
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My friend struggled to pull a suitcase up the rope ladder, almost slipping right off on more than one occasion. He had packed textbooks, materials, glassware, clothes, 'private stores of food', had tried to bring up a cauldron—thankfully without success—and had managed somehow to drag a brewing stand onboard. I had been busy stocking the pantry with fruits, bread, some meat, vegetables, and lots of bottles of water. I had also thought it a good idea to bring a mop and broom aboard, just in case.
Javer's head poked over the side of the ship's hull, and was then followed by a heavy-looking brown suitcase that thumped onto the deck. My friend clambered on and flopped onto his back, heaving a couple of deep breaths. I threw the sack of potatoes I had off my shoulder and left it outside of the staircase leading belowdecks, walking over to him and leaning in close.
"You alright, J?" I asked with a bemused smile.
The alchemist-in-training gave me a thumbs-up. "Yep... I'm good..."
I shook my head and stood up, picking the bag back up and carefully storing it downstairs. A small group of people had gathered around the airship to see us off; the Healer, Miron, old man Stockton, Burnham, Harris, Nadir... but Sophie and her folks were nowhere to be found. I frowned, scanning our surroundings with my gaze. There was no trace of blond hair of blue eyes. I suppressed a sigh and climbed down the rope ladder to say farewell.
The Healer smiled at me, extending one hand. "We all look forward to seeing you back, my boy," he told me. "Thank you for all your help. I pray to the stars that you find what you're looking for, whom you're looking for."
I took his hand and shook it, giving the elder a quick hug. "Thank you, Healer. I look forward to coming back."
The elder nodded and stepped back. His brother walked up to me. Stockton looked healthier than before, but the shade and gauntness of his skin was alarming. The man shook my hand like the Healer had before. "You have saved my life twice now, and I will forever be grateful. Go explore the world, meet new people, make new friends. I can't promise that I'll be here when you return, but you know that my library with forever be open to you."
Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of Stockton dying while I was gone. I gave the elder a nod and a hug. "Thank you for the stories, Stocks. Thank you for everything."
Javer began the climb down the rope ladder as I pulled away from my friend. Miron walked up to him from the back of the group, hands fidgeting nervously. I watched silently as the man approached Javer. The boy blinked at him, a neutral expression on his face.
"Javer, I..." the man began. "I wanted to apologize. You were right about me. All I really wanted was for everyone to respect and believe in me. I truly did not mean for anyone to get hurt."
My friend blinked slowly before nodding. "I forgive you Miron."
His mentor looked a bit confused, as if his response wasn't exactly what he expected. He looked relieved, and disappointed, at the same time. "There was one thing I wanted to ask from you. I don't expect you to trust me, but...
"You told me that you hadn't tested the compound detailed in the book," he muttered. "I don't know if you still want to continue your apprenticeship under my watch, but as I am the only trained alchemist around... perhaps we could conduct experiments on it together."
Javer stared at Miron for a long time. Then he slipped one hand inside of his coat and brought out a faded white-and-gold book. He presented it to Miron with a tiny smile. "Start without me, teach. I'll be back, at some point."
The alchemist's face was like that of a little kid that was given the biggest popsicle of his life. The glow faded from his eyes with uncertainty, and he tucked the book away, smiling at Javer. The smile was crooked, and bore mixed feelings of all kinds. "I can wait. I will use the time you spend away to improve my expertise in the medical side of things, so I can truly help people. But this is a job we must do together."
My friend nodded, and extended a hand out to his teacher. "I wish you good luck, then."
Miron's smile became one of genuine happiness, and the man shook Javer's hand. "As do I."
Javer and I went around saying farewell to everyone else that had made it. Sophie still didn't come. The sun had finally pulled itself out of the earth completely, and was lazily climbing a brightening sky. The alchemist-in-training took hold of the rope ladder and started climbing. I noticed a familiar head moving through the crowd and tugged at his trench coat to stop him. Sophie walked around the Healer, and stopped a short distance away from us. Her right hand was hidden behind her back.
"Sorry I'm late," she mumbled, rubbing her right arm. "I had something to do."
I mailed at the blonde and walked over, enveloping her in a tight hug. My friend sighed, returning the embrace with one arm. "It's fine," I told her softly. "I'm just glad you got here in time to see us off."
Javer hopped off the ladder and came over, hugging the both of us to the best of his abilities. "We'll be back after Tom finds some old friends of his. Or possibly after killing a demon, whichever comes first."
The blonde smiled, a tiny sob escaping her. She took a deep breath and wiggled out of our grasp, revealign what she was hiding behind her back. It was a lovely pencil sketch of three people, two boys and a girl holding hands, standing near the edge of a cliff overlooking a massive glittering ocean. Sophie had carefully removed the page from whichever notebook she'd drawn it in and framed it.
"I woke up early today," she murmured, smiling sadly at us, "with this image in mind. And I just... couldn't not draw it."
Surprised, I took the framed sketch from her and admired it closely. The boy on the right had messy hair and a familiar coat, while the boy on the left held a grey tulip in hand. The sun was rising in the picture, casting shadows on the children at the cliff. Javer slowly took the picture from me, staring at it in wonder.
"I forgot you drew things," he muttered, looking up at our friend.
Sophie shrugged. "I hadn't recently. But this time was special. I wanted to give you something to remember me by, in case you took longer than expected to come back."
I pulled the blonde into another hug. "Thank you. But there is no way in heaven or hell that we would forget you. Any of you."
My friend squeezed me tightly before pulling back. Tears had formed in her eyes, and were trailing down her cheeks. She walked over to hug Javer quickly before returning to the crowd. The blonde smiled at us from next to the Healer. "Go find your little girlfriend," she teased, crossing her arms.
I smiled back. "I'll bring her back you you two can meet."
Sophie shrugged dramatically. "Don't think that would be very healthy for her."
I rolled my eyes and took hold of the rope ladder, making sure to not drop Sophie's picture as I climbed up. Javer was right behind me, and I helped him up as the alchemist-in-training reached the top. We waved down at our friends and family. Then I walked to the back of the airship and took control of the wheel. The main engine's steady 'whup-whup-whup'ing turned into loud thrumming, and we slowly drifted into the air.
Javer was still waving down at everyone, leaning over a railing. I lowered the propeller's speed to a hover and walked to the side of the ship myself. Everyone was cheering and waving from below, the ones most noticeable being Stockton, the Healer, and Sophie. I waved at my friends, and returned to the wheel. I turned on the rear engines and began turning the ship. The sun bore down on us with warmth and gentle light as we sailed away from the village.
I let go of the wheel and leaned against a free slab of wood on the control board with my arms, heaving a sigh. It was happening. I was finally going to see her again. And I just couldn't wait.
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Simon's POV
I flipped through sketches in my folder, trying to see if I could find one worth revamping. We had finished building and testing the first prototype of Proyect Javelin, and it was, of course, a smashing success. Quite literally. The janitors were still working on patching up the testing area's furthest wall. But now that testing was done and construction was due to begin in a couple of months, Andrews had tasked us with developing something else.
Most—nay, all—of my designs were good, but we were only allowed to work on one at a time, so I'd have to choose carefully from the pile. Monster-proof glass, better cannon and gatling-bow designs, more crossbows, lots and lots more airship designs, redstone power generators, armor designs, and a lot of other stuff I wanted to bring to life. I groaned and placed my chin in the crook of my arm. I missed being able to start as many projects as possible, even if I rarely finished any.
The door of our RD room was pushed open. I absently noticed Tim walking inside out of the corners of my eyes. The young man walked over and sat next to me at the table, staring at my designs curiously. "Have we decided which one we're doing now?" he asked, picking up my folder.
"Jones and Carla haven't even shown up," I muttered, closing my eyes. "And I haven't been able to choose. So no."
Tim hummed, flipping through the pages. "Why don't we do this?" he asked.
I looked up and turned my head to see what he was talking about. It was a list of power conductivity with a couple of doodles titled 'super-conductive alloy?'. I frowned, taking the sheet from him. "We could. It's kind of simple, but I guess it's better than being idle and possibly fired."
The young man nodded. "Plus I think it would be useful for engineering better redstone circuits."
I closed my folder and moved it aside, reading the notes on the sheet of paper. "Let's see if we can't melt redstone first. If that's possible, then forging a conductive alloy should be easy."
Tim hummed. "I'll go ask for half a cubic meter of it. That should be enough for testing purposes, right?"
"More than," I answered. "I'll go start up the smelting furnace."
The young man gave me a nod before leaving the room. I went to pick up my folder to put it away when a scrap of paper caught my eye. It was peeking out between the many other sheets. I opened the folder and brought out the piece of paper. What caught my eye was a part of a small doodle on the back. I flipped it around, smiling a little.
'I left early today because Snowdrift wouldn't stop bothering us. I'm taking him out on a walk, so don't worry about me being gone. Love you!'. It was written in Z's hand. I sort of remembered that day when I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. I turned the note around again and stadnat the doodle. It was a rough design for an airship engine. Judging from the cleanliness of the doodle, I had probably made this late at night.
There were notes pointing at the drawing, things I had most likely written them the day after while still sleepy. 'Prop blades too hevy', 'probally inefficient', 'very long spin-up tiem'. But what interested me was how I'd made the doodle. It looked like I had tried to draw a hull beneath the engine design but had given up halfway through, leaving just a curved line linked to the rest of the doodle with more lines. Something about it made gears in my head spin.
I began patting myself down, going 'ah-hah' when I found a blunt pencil in one of my jacket's pockets. I pulled a clean sheet from my folder and sat down again, tracing lines over and over. I head the door wing pushed pen again, and turned to see Tim standing there with a metal box in hand.
The young man frowned at me. "I thought you were going to start the smelter."
I hummed, placing the new unfinished sketch into my folder. "Sorry, got carried away with something. Let's go run some tests."
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Tim bid me farewell and then walked off. We had tried time and time again, unsuccessfully, to smelt redstone. The furnace available to us was one of the most powerful out there, and it it couldn't melt crimson dust, then we'd have to find something else to make the alloy with. We tried mixing the redstone with something that does melt—the first tests were made with iron and gold shavings—but nothing we tried had worked.
We called it a day when the clock hit 10pm. I slipped into my jacket and picked up my folder, turning off the lights behind me as I left the room. Andrews just happened to pass by, heading for the elevator out and pressing the call button. Knowing Tim had just hopped on and it would take a while for the elevator to come back, I took the opportunity to calmly walk up to my boss. I stood quietly next to him for a moment.
"Sir?" I asked. "I wanted to ask something of you."
Andrews turned his head my way, struggling to hide distaste. "What is it?"
"I would like, if it were at all a possibility, to be given permission to take Tuesdays and Fridays off."
My boss hummed. "You now full well that the company gives you a specific number of days off a year, excluding holidays. Spending them all and then taking more can be reason for discharge."
I didn't turn away despite my disappointment to show I was dead serious on the matter. The man shrugged suddenly. "I will allow it. You know we pay you by the hour, and it is your loss if you decide to not come Tuesdays and Fridays."
The elevator's lightbulb turned on, and a little chime rang out. The doors opened, and my boss walked in. I, along with a couple other workers, stepped inside and rode the contraption all the way up. I hurried home, jumping aboard the railway and practically sprinting through the forest once I had left the outskirts of Globe Chapel City. There were no lights on in the house when I emerged from the tree line. Slowing down to catch my breath, I walked over to the front door and fiddled with my keys.
I stepped inside and hung my jacket on the hanger, closing and locking the door afterwards. Moonlight was the only thing that kept me from bumping into everything and stubbing my toes. I went up the stairs, avoiding that one creaky step, and walked down the hallway for the second floor. I peeked into Ara and Flicker's room, opening the door a crack. My creeper friend turned her head slowly from the window, blinking at me. Flick was sound asleep beside her.
I smiled at her and waved before quietly shutting the door. I walked on and stepped into my room silently. Izabell was on the bed with her back to me, half a blanket covering the bottom half of her legs and the rest lying sprawled on the floor. I smiled, kicking off my shoes and picking up the blanket. Z stirred as I climbed into bed behind her, looking over her shoulder with sleepy eyes.
I placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it with my thumb, pulling the blanket over us and settling in behind the slime girl. I pulled her close to me and wrapped a jean-clad leg over her hips, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. Izabell hummed and closed her eyes, wiggling a bit and getting comfortable. "Ure late..." she mumbled sleepily.
I kissed her cheek softly. "Sorry, got carried away with experiments." The slime girl hummed again. "Hey... guess what?" I whispered.
Z turned her head a little. "Mat?"
I leant over so I could reach and kiss the corner of her lips. "Andrews agreed to let me skip work Tuesdays and Fridays."
Izabell hummed again, taking hold of my hand I had draped over her waist and rubbing it with her thumb. "Ss great, Simmn."
"And guess what day it is tomorrow?" I asked softly, unwrapping my hand from hers and tilting her head so I could kiss her with ease.
The slime girl returned the kiss sleepily. "At day?"
I wrapped my arm around her again and kissed her neck. Z wriggled a bit, humming in protest. "It's Tuesday."
Izabell opened her right eye a crack, peeking at me before closing it and settling into place. "Good... mmbe take me out sumwhere," she mumbled.
I smiled kissing her cheek and letting my head hit the pillow. "I will."
The slime girl sighed in contempt, her breathing quickly easing into a sleepy rhythm. I couldn't help but smile as sleep drew me in. An entire day! Just me, my lovely girlfriend, and endless possibilities...
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Eba's POV
Annie was pleased with the bag of clothing we left the store with despite pretty much all of her offerings being turned down. I ended up taking the white top and plaid button-up, the soft frilly-sleeve shirt I had liked, the weird blue penguin-tail blouse, and a pretty yellow dress. I also bought three pairs of new jeans in varying colors, black sweatpants, and a skirt that reached down to my knees. And I got the pink sneakers and some new black ones, as well as a teal pair. Annie tried very hard to get me to buy high-heels, but I just didn't like them. On top of all that, I just couldn't resist the light-grey hoodie with a picture of a cute pink baby dragon on it. In total, the whole trip had basically cost me three fourths of my savings, which was actually quite a lot since all I truly spent money on was food.
My friend was smiling widely as we left the store. "This was so much fun. Tomorrow, we're going to go to the park and prance around like we own the place."
I frowned at her. "Um... why?"
Annie shrugged. "If you want to feel confident first you have to act like you do. I think it's a perfect start." I hummed, not really sure about her plan.
"But," she continued, "that's tomorrow. What do you say we go have dinner?" she asked, beginning to lead me through the endless crowd of people again.
I stood still and pulled her back. "M-maybe we could... eat at my apartment? I-I have food there, and... well, I'm kind of low on funds..."
Annie made like she had been punched in the head, which surprised and worried me a little. "Right, sorry. I didn't mean to make you spend so much today," she said, now frowning at the big bag of clothes I was carrying.
"N-no, it's fine," I mumbled. "I had fun. And I really do like the things we bought."
"Still..." she muttered, rummaging through her pockets. She pulled out a couple of silver coins and gave them to me. "It's not much, but at least it'll shave off some of the guilt."
I smiled at her, taking the money. "Thanks..."
"Now, then, let's go to your apartment," my friend said, joyful again. "I'm starving."
She led me through the mess of bodies again, all the way to the apartment complex as the sun drifted low enough to set above the glittering city's skyline.
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Sarah's POV
The issue with Adrian's patrol the other day had come back to bite us harder. The soldier who got injured, Ford I think, had wanted to be a hero and got back into the patrolling routine even though he wasn't fully healed. Adrian had tried very hard to talk him out of it, but nothing other than a blade to the throat or discharge would've made that man let it go. So he became a soldier again, and lo and behold his injury got worse. He managed to reopen it, and in less than no time at all it got infected. He was ordered to abandon his soldiering career for at least two months, so Adrian's patrol was down a man.
The reason that is a problem with me is the fact that Jack had me transfer one of my own men to Adrian, and then take up a new recruit. I had actually liked the idea of breaking in a new soldier, as I would make sure they were the best and most prepared ever known to the six clans. However, instead of a soldier, I got stuck with Dick. Richard or 'Dick' was the single most pathetic thing to walk any of the three realms, and I was expected to somehow turn a living bowl of spaghetti into a hardened warrior.
Dick was a terrible soldier for many reasons. He lacked courage, had slow reaction time, could barely lift a gallon of milk let alone a sword, had the accuracy of a poisonous potato, had two left feet, ran as fast as a turtle on quicksand, and to top it all off was as blind as a fucking bat. I knew of no soldiers that ever fit that description, and if I'd had a choice, I would've told Adrian so shove it and take the new guy instead.
I frowned at my troops as they ran laps around the airfield. Jack had let me borrow half of the space since it was mostly unoccupied due to a lack of ships. They were slowly coming back into production, which meant that our makeshift running track got smaller every couple of weeks, but for now it did the trick. I rolled my eyes as Dick tumbled to the ground again. I used to run laps with my troops before, but my recent habit of downing ale in hopes that it'd make that runt somehow disappear had totally-forseen-but-ignored side effects that wouldn't let me run for that long.
I checked the watch on my wrist. They'd been running for about an hour. They usually did more but this hangover was killing me so I gestured for my troops to stop. The four young men and woman slowed to a trot and came over to me. Dick was trailing behind, struggling to catch his breath. I groaned inwardly, crossing my arms.
"What gives, coach?" Cameron told me as he neared. "We coulda kept going for a lot longer than that!"
"I'm not your coach, I'm your general," I told him sternly. "And I know what you all can or can't do," I said with a pointed nod at the thin young man trudging over.
The rest of my patrol groaned. "General, come on," Katie complained. "It's a miracle he can breathe! If you stop us from training just because he can't keep up, then we'll all end up like him!"
Her high-pitch and annoying-as-all-fuck voice hurt my ears. I rested my head against a palm, bracing for a headache that thankfully didn't come to fruition. "Fine. Keep running. And tell that runt to come up and talk to me."
The three of them let out cheers that grated on my eardrums. They trotted past Dick, 'accidentally' pushing him on their way. Herman told him over his shoulder that I wanted to speak to him before joining Katie and Cameron at the track. The young man nodded even though no response was elicited of him, and walked up to me.
"Yes, general?" he breathed, giving me a weak smile.
I heaved a sigh, frowning at him. "Look, Dick. I really want to believe that what you are doing out there is just a product of laziness and not your best. Because otherwise you're fucked."
The young man shrugged, still smiling a little. "Yeah, that's... my best."
I pursed my lips and suppressed another sigh, covering my right eye with my hand. That side of my head had started throbbing a bit. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. "Look, general, I know that a hundred percent of me is ten percent of them, but I really am trying. I-I run, four blocks every morning, a-and I train at home too. I've tried lifting weights but I'm not that good at it, but I have studied a lot of books on fighting styles and weaponry, so..."
I frowned at him and blinked once. "If I gave you a longbow, would you be able to successfully shoot the head off a spider thirty meters away?"
Dick frowned thoughtfully. "I know how, but it'd be pretty hard for... someone like me, to draw back on the string and then accurately land a blow on an enemy. I do know how, but it's just... not something I'd be good at."
I hummed. "What about a broadsword? Would you be able to take down an enderman if necessary?"
"Not with a broadsword," he muttered. "I'd never be able to lift it. But a shortsword or even a big knife, just something I could actually pick up, and I'd be able to do some damage. Just maybe not take the monster down, since it's bigger and stronger than me..."
I blinked at him again. "A shortbow. Would you be able to shoot that?"
"Definitely," Dick said with a nod. "It'd be much easier for me to handle."
Gears spun slowly in my head. It felt like a thousand bells were ringing in there. "So your problem is physical mass. But you believe yourself to have no trouble wielding a weapon."
"Yes," he nodded proudly and confidently.
I frowned thoughtfully. "Alright. Come back here tomorrow at 5am and we'll see just how good you really are. If you are a single minute late I will make you run a hundred laps."
The young man nodded. "I won't let you down, general."
I waved him away and sat down cross-legged on the concrete as he joined the rest of my patrol on the track. "I hope not."
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Author's Notes
'What? They haven't met up yet??? You f* *!'
I'm sorry but I do need to stress the distance... it's difficult for me to imagine, so I think it might be for others too. Which is why I measure the distance in days, or in this case, a week. You're going to have to wait a couple weeks of our own before they meet. Sorry.
I hadn't written a scene for Simon in a long time, but I'm glad to have finally done so again. I really liked the chapter, overall, even the 60-word-long Eba tidbit in the middle.
Anywho, thank you all so much for your time, support, and especially patience. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
