Chapter 8 - The Rose


Our group of pirates and travelers had remained docked at the harbor for the night, apparently there had been a huge shipment arriving that night so the whole harbor was busy. All forms of inns and hotels were swarmed by tired sailors once the shift was up. Their shift had gone into the early morning, around 5:15am, when they could finally stop and rest.

Down the far end of the harbor in the last available place for a ship to dock was the yet unnamed ship of the Sky Pirates. The ship was mostly silent, every now and then a small tiny creak could be heard and the gently swoosh of the waves against the side.

The door to the cabins opened slowly, without a sound, and Zarina stepped through. She left the door open and moved over to the railing and looked out to both the village and the harbor as a whole.

It was still very earlier for some, it was only 6:28am so many people of the village would be resting. At the moment, the only person that seemed to be awake was Zarina.

Her appearance had changed slightly as now she had her hair loose, flowing down to her shoulders, shifting and waving at the gentle sea breeze, glasses resting atop her head. She still wore a dress shirt but this one was a light sky blue, her boots remained the same and her pants were identical to the ones she wore the day before. Her rapier still attached to her hip. Apart from that she also got herself a medium sized, navy blue, trench coat.

Despite it being medium sized she did still look a little small inside it, it was clearly a man's coat but like that really matters.

Zarina didn't say a word, she just walked slowly to the steps, dragging her fingers along the wooden railing of the ship then down the banister as she descended down the stairs.

When she reached the bottom she continued along the railing on the port side. She was calmly going through thoughts in her mind, piecing together plans for the future and events of the past.

'What would you have done father…' Zarina placed one hand on her rapier while the other gently lay on the ships railing. 'How would you react if you saw me now, would it scare you? Would it upset you? I don't know…' Zarina sighed heavily, 'If only you were here, maybe you could give me peace of mind, some of that worldly experience of yours.'

Zarina gave a humorless chuckle and smiled slightly, 'You'd probably say something like, The past doesn't equal the future.' Her thoughts were centered on those in her past right now, her life had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time.

Her moment to herself was ruined however as a hand from the other side of the railing slapped down onto the spot right next to her.

Zarina jumped with the tiniest of yelps before stepping back from the railing and grabbing her rapier ready for what was climbing aboard.

Fortunately it wasn't an intruder as the figure pulled himself up the railing to reveal none other than Rob smirking at her. "Did I hear you yelp?"

Zarina gave him a soft glare of disdain, she didn't like being scared like that. Rob pulled himself over and up onto the ship to reveal he was drenched in water and in nothing but his boxer trunks.

Zarina raised an eyebrow, "What the hell were you doing?"

Robs smirk didn't fade, "Scaring you of course." His response didn't exactly sit well with Zarina but she moved swiftly on, however, she'd remember this moment some other time.

"I mean why are you soaked and half naked? What the hell were you doing?" She clarified, lowering her guard before folding her arms.

She took a moment to look at him, she could literally see him in full view and which allowed her to notice a few things she hadn't noticed before from her time spent with Rob so far.

Firstly was the tattoo on his left shoulder. It was a tattoo of a sea king that had a rope wrapped around the tail end with and anchor attached to the other end. The sea king went down his arm to his elbow and appeared to be dragging the anchor down with it. The tattoo was actually rather well done, very artistic and creative to a degree. A nice piece of body art if there was any.

The second thing were the scars, he had a scattering of small cuts on various parts of his body but there was one that stood out like the scar on his right eye. A claw mark that ran down from his right shoulder blade across his right pec muscle. The scar looked old but it seemed like it would have been a nasty wound, jagged and deep as if from some beast.

"Well," Rob began, which drew Zarinas attention from his tattoo and scars. "I've missed a considerable amount of my morning laps so I decided to catch up while I could." Rob explained, "The water was slightly cold but that only makes it better, shame the water was calm and easy to swim through without effort, slightly lacking there but two hours of swimming should make up for the lack of resistance."

Rob moved away from the railing, shaking off some water as he did, heading toward the bow of the ship. Zarina glanced over to the bow and saw a pile of clothes thrown haphazardly around.

Robs clothes to be specific, his boots, trousers, shirt, gloves and hat. Zarina wondered how she could have missed that detail when she arrived on deck but she'd chalk that up to her being distracted with her thoughts.

"What do you mean your morning laps?" Zarina continued to ask, even though she had already pieced together what he meant, "You swim a lot I assume."

"Aye, I did a couple thousand laps of the ship for the past hour or so. I was feeling off having not done them in so long so I thought I'd do it now seeing as we have the time here." A fair point, they were docked her for the night so why waste time. Might as well keep active and do something.

Zarina deadpanned, "A couple thousand?" Rob had said it so casually, to a normal person swimming was a very tiring exercise but to swim for two hours straight and do full speed laps of a ship was extreme. "Just what kind of superhuman are you…" Zarina murmured to herself.

He smirked, "Yeah, I'll catch up on the rest another time." His response only got a subtle eye roll from Zarina.

"So, what are you doing? You're up early aren't you?" Rob began as he threw on his pants and shirt.

Zarina didn't say anything, she just stood there, wordlessly watching Rob, a far gone expression on her face. She seemed to have that expression a lot recently.

"Oi Zarina!" Rob raised his voice in an attempt to get through to her, Zarina sighed at him calling her. At least he knew she heard him this time.

"Honestly," Zarina said, "I was thinking of the future. My future." That was it? That was her response? Did that even fully answer his question?

"You're still worried?" Rob asked, genuinely confused, he couldn't fathom why she was so worried.

"Well of course I'm still worried, unlike you I can't deal with the constant threat of being hunted. I have to live knowing that people will always be after me, people that I simply can't deal with on my own." Zarina, somewhat frustratedly, answered Rob.

Rob leaned down to put on his socks and boots while she continued, "Yourself and Itzal... " She trailed off for a second, "You and Itzal are both brave enough and crazy enough to dive into trouble but the both of you are strong enough and stubborn enough to dig your way out of that very same trouble no matter the cost or how bad it might get for you." Rob had finished changing as she spoke, all he had left was the hat that was by his side, he remained leaning on the ground, carefully listening to Zarina. He'd noticed she was no longer looking at him but instead out to the village instead. "I'm not like that, it's easy to tell. I was caught within a single day of trying to flee my home island, I didn't even put up much of a fight, things like that never work out for me." Rob furrowed his eyebrows at the last piece of that statement.

Rob finally stood up, starting to understand her point of view, 'She really is that worried about the future.' thought Rob, "Zarina," She didn't turn to face him at the mention of her name but it was clear she was listening. "Here's some advice for you, You need to stop trying to find a path that can work for you because that will never happen." Rob said confidently and calmly, "You need to find the path you want to take in life and make it work. Don't wait for the right path, forge the path you want." He chuckled, "It really is that simple."

Zarina was rather quiet by that statement, a surprisingly inspiring idiom if she ever heard one.

Then she heard him sigh, "But I guess, in the end, that's up to you to decide." Rob moved over to the railing again and sat on it, throwing his legs over the other side. "Heads up," He nodded over toward the cabin, "Looks like we're ready to get a move on."

Zarina glanced over her shoulder toward the cabin, out walked both Francis, Itzal and, of course, Itzals, yet unnamed, monkey companion, perched up on his right shoulder.

"Hey! You're both up! So we're all here!" Itzal yelled over enthusiastically, giving them both a small morning greeting. Francis and Itzal both made their way down the stairs and over to their two other comrades.

"Everyone ready to go?" Everyone nodded, except Rob who gave an 'Aye!' instead. Even the little monkey chimed in with a series of happy squeaks.

"Alright, then let's get moving." Itzal moved first, jumping over the side of the ship onto the wooden dock. Zarina and Francis moved over to the side and waited as Itzal grabbed a gang plank and placed it over to the ship so Zarina and Francis could walk off. Rob just lept off the side as soon as Zarina and Francis were off.

"Hello!" a voice seemingly called to them, the group turned to see a middle aged man walking toward them. He looked to be of an average build and height, a dock worker it seemed, possibly the harbor master. "You're the crew that docked here yesterday, correct?" His tone, although a bit rough, was calm.

"Aye, that's right." Itzal replied to the dock worker, Zarina, Francis and Rob all standing behind him as they all watched the dock worker approach.

As the dock worker reached them he bowed his head slightly, "Our apologies, we didn't mean to keep you waiting here all night." He sounded genuinely apologetic, "We just couldn't risk anything happening during that time. So as an apology, you may dock your ship here without any fees."

Itzal grinned at this offer, "Thank you sir!" Itzal put his hands together and a gave a small bow of gratitude in response. That was certainly a nice little bonus just waiting, not a bad start.

With that the harbor worker turned back, heading back to his post one would assume.

Itzal turned back to the rest of the group, "Anyone have an suggestions? I'm sure there's lots to do but where do we all want to start?" Itzal grinned excitedly, his little monkey pal clapped its hands twice right after.

Rob was the first to respond, "I don't know about you but I'm going to check out the town on my own. I have a few places I usually check when I arrive on a new island." He shrugged, "And I think there are a few things we should gather, I'll grab a few things myself." He added, well at least Rob had a clue on what he was going to do.

There was a short pause in the group, "What about you two?" Itzal aimed the question at Zarina and Francis, Rob and Itzal both faced them, waiting for their response.

"Well…" Francis began, "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure where to start…" He sounded somewhat disappointed, he had zero plans on what to do now.

Itzal and Rob glanced between each other for a moment before looking back, Zarina spoke up next. "Would it be alright… If we tag along with you for awhile?"

That was somewhat surprising to Itzal and Rob, Zarina sounded off, that came off as almost nervous sounding, almost asking for help in her tone alone. Honestly, Zarina knew nobody here, on Tear island. She had nowhere or no one to go to for anything so for now it was wiser to stick with Itzal or Rob. At least until she had her bearings.

Itzal just smiled enthusiastically, "Of course! It would be great if yous both tagged along!" Francis lowered his head with a small smirk on his face, Zarina gave a soft smile as well. It was hard not to smile with such positive moods seemingly emanating from Itzal.

"Have fun you lot, I'll catch up to yous at some stage." Rob took off, giving the group a thumbs up as he did.

Itzal gave him a small wave, Francis and Zarina a small nodded of their head as Rob left. Leaving the others to their adventure. Rob had some plans so he'd eventually be back once he sorted all that out.

"Let's get going!" Itzal began walking, Zarina and Francis on his tail.

None of them had any plans on what to do while they were here or even have a place to start but between the three of them they'd surely figure something out.

Itzal lead the group down one of the main streets of the town. All around them the villagers scurried about, some were farmers, carrying bags of ,what they assumed to be, grain or wheat. Others were busy cleaning their shops while they were empty. Walking along theses streets you could smell freshly cooked food from restaurants somewhere in the town.

The group took their sweet time, checking out stores as they passed. From general supply stores, bookstores and jewelry stores to even a weapon store and a few market stalls on street corners. This town seemed to have a bit of everything.

More than once did Zarina have to be the voice of reason and dragged both Itzal and Francis out a store. Mainly anything with interesting trinkets in it Itzal wanted to investigate, Francis on the other hand got distracted by the idea of a new weapon. His old marine saber wasn't in good shape and his pistol wasn't exactly a great weapon for up close combat, he'd eventually have to get his hands on something new.

Zarina, being the most level headed of the group, took charge when both the guys were either being silly or stupid.

However, that also goes for Zarina. The guys had to drag Zarina out of a few bookstores much to her disdain and embarrassment. Itzal and Francis didn't do anything at first but once Zarina started to give the store owners grief over poorly handled and somewhat destroyed books they finally decided to step in.

So they just kept going for awhile, it wasn't like they had money anyway. All they could really get was anything they were willing to trade, which wasn't a lot.

As the group, jumped from store to store they eventually came to a more calm section of the town, the further from the docks one got the less hectic it got.

Itzal, Zarina and Francis came to an old style restaurant, inside the restaurant was empty so either they weren't busy or they were still in the process of opening, off to the side an older couple seemed to be moving large boxes and crates. They both seemed to be struggling a little judging by how slow and cautiously they moved.

Itzal and the gang stopped when they neared them, right as they did the couple dropped the crates on the ground with a thud.

The older gentleman swiped the sweat from his brow, "I look forward to the day we can retire, right love?"

His comment got an out of breath chuckle from his partner, "That would be correct." They both gave each other a tired but loving smile.

The couple looked to be in their late fifties, both had graying hair with traces of their previous hair color near the roots, dark brown it seemed. The man wore an old, worn leather jacket, a few patches here and there. A pair of old, brown loafers and chinos and a dress shirt underneath the jacket. The woman wore an old pale yellow sundress with comfortable sandals and a sun hat, her features were softer and round while her husbands were more long and sharp.

They were interrupted by Itzal however, "Hey!" He called over before jogging over to the couple, "Need any help?" Zarina and Francis quickened their paces to keep up.

The couple looked at the trio before speaking, "That's kind of you lad but we wouldn't want to bother you." He smiled fondly at them, his, one would assume, wife smiled as well.

But Itzal was having now of it, his brow furrowed, "But you're both struggling with it. If you need help you should ask." Itzal ignored the couple and went over to the two large crates, his little monkey friend jumped from his shoulder onto the ground next to him, before hauling them both up onto his shoulders, much to the amazement of the couple.

Zarina and Francis were slightly impressed but they'd seen him in action before, but it was a reminded to his strength.

"Where do you want me to put these?" Itzal said, he suspected somewhere in the store obviously.

The wife spoke up first, "Near the bar deary." She said with gratitude. Itzal moved over to the main entrance of the restaurant before turning back to the couple.

"Are there more crates?" He asked, "I'll grab them for you as well."

The couple looked at him and gave a small chuckle, the wife spoke up again. "There are more out back if you don't mind."

This time Francis joined in, "I'll grab some of them too." Zarina nodded in agreement as both of them moved off along the side of the building to reach the back.

The couple slowly made their way inside, "Thanks for the assistance you lot." The husbands said he walked inside with Itzal and his little monkey friend scrambling around his feet.

Between the three of them it only took two minutes to move all the crates inside. The couple got a laugh from Itzal.

Itzal carried in five, six or seven crates at once with ease while Francis and Zarina could only carry three and two respectively. He was accidently showing off without realizing it, which the couple got a kick out of as they saw the deadpan expressions and soft glare or two. Itzal was completely oblivious to what he was doing and to the reactions he was getting.

Once all that was out of the way the group had gathered by the counter where the couple stood on the opposite side.

"Thank you all for the help, you're very kind." The wife spoke, "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Aki and this is my husband Lucius." Gesturing to herself and her husband who was currently mixing a drink. Aki continued, "As a small token for your help we'd more than happy to cook something for you, how does that sound?"

"That would be great!"

"We're very grateful, thank you."

"Thank you kindly."

Itzal, Zarina and Francis replied respectively, they got a free meal out of the deal and if the delicious smell coming from the kitchen was anything to go by the food will be excellent.

Aki ushered them over to a six seated table, gesturing them all to sit. "Please make yourselves comfortable." She said as she sat at the table with them.

Lucius had disappeared into the kitchen, if one had to guess he was the cook of the two.

The table was rectangular in shape seating six people so Itzal sat at one end while Zarina and Francis sat on his left and right side. The little monkey jumped up onto Itzals lap before rolling into a ball and just lay there, resting, eyes darting around the room.

Itzal smiled down at the little monkey, "We're going to have to name him sooner or later."

His statement got an amused smirk from Francis but both Zarina and Francis nodded in agreement.

"So," Aki spoke up from her seat next to Zarina causing everyone to glance her way. "What brought you all here to Tear Island? And more so our little restaurant?" Aki began, a soft smile gracing her face.

Zarina and Francis remained silent, Francis shifted slightly but it went unnoticed by anyone else. Neither really had any idea on what to say for the first part but that wasn't an issue. Itzal dived right in.

"We wouldn't want to bother you if you're busy!" Itzal said honestly, "If you have something else of importance that you need done we don't mind."

Aki, however, shushed him. "Not at all young man, we're not busy at all. Take your time, the only other customer that will be coming in next while is a young woman who ordered her food about half an hour ago before going off to do her business." Aki explained, "Her food should be nearing completion soon but for now we're fine."

With that barrier out of the way Itzal spoke again.

"We're resupplying before heading off to the Grandline." Zarina and Francis stiffened. If Aki asked why they were going to the Grandline and found out Itzal was a pirate they were seriously screwed. Not to mention if he told them there was another wondering around the town doing fuck knows what.

Aki quirked a brow, "Oh? Do tell, why would you be heading there?" She leaned further onto the table to get a better look at Itzal. For some reason she had a rather playful smirk on her face which went unnoticed by the rest of the group.

And that was the question…

"Oh, we're pira-" Itzals mouth was slammed shut as Francis grabbed him to cover his mouth with both his hands in an attempt to shut him up, he almost fell back in his chair Francis jumped him so quickly.

Zarina quickly sprung up, "We're privateers. We were hired to head to Grandline to give aid and support to the local islands once we pass reverse mountain." Her tone calm and convincing. The way she said it sounded so believable, it was actually harder to not believe her.

Aki let out a small giggle, "Privateers you say? My that sounds like an adventure." Aki leaned back in her seat and twisted herself to face Zarina fully.

Francis' eyes darted between the two before relenting and falling back into his chair, releasing his grasp on Itzal.

Itzal just blinked in confusion, what was that for? He didn't do anything wrong. She asked a question he was going to answer it, what was wrong with that?

"Oh yes, our line of work isn't for the faint of heart. I dare say it can be one of the more challenging choices for work." Zarina continued her sherad, time for Zarina to test her speech skills to work their way out of this one huh?

However, a , fortunate, interruption arrived. Itzal sensed something approaching the restaurant, his head swiveled to the door. Francis saw his movements and followed his gaze to the figure that had just arrived at the doorway. Impressive how Itzal sensed it before any sign of them showed up.

Before Zarina could continue Aki spoke up as she looked to the entrance. "Ah," She began as she stood up to greet the new arrival, "Miss Lovelace, your food should be ready now. Let me fetch that for you." As she began to move off toward the kitchen.

The rest of the group all watched the figure in the doorway, Itzal actually recognizing her.

The woman stood at five foot four inches, so shorter than most people. She had loosely curled copper-red hair that was kept in a half-ponytail with a robin-egg blue ribbon. Her face was round with soft features, small nose, plush lips, and round eyes. Her eyes were a pale blue. She had a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks, small ears and clear skin. Her figure was slightly hourglass in shape, narrow shoulders and a C-14 bust, not that anyone could tell that right away.

She wore black, laced up, knee high combat boots with black leggings with sea blue shorts. Her top was light blue colored renaissance blouse that had a leather strap wrapper around her right shoulder and around her waist.

It was clear what the straps were for, it was the Giant battle ax. The was bladed on both sides, the top and bottom are curved inwards, the blade curved outwards. The pole of the weapon was thick as her arms were, and was taller than she was. The ax blade was almost as tall as her as well, from feet to shoulders, and was, certainly, broader than she was tall. A ridiculously large weapon if there ever was one.

The group just watched this odd sight for a moment before she spoke up in response to Aki.

"Thank you very much Miss!" She exclaimed rather loudly, her voice carried through the restaurant.

Things might get interesting now.


Rob had mostly finished what he was doing and was currently sat at a stool in a bar near the port. The bar was full of sailors all drinking and rough housing with each other but none of them bothering any of the other guests. Civilized rough housing.

Rob had spent the last hour organizing a few bits and pieces to be delivered to the ship, he figured Itzal would be off exploring the town and all it had to offer so he took the time to get some basic supplies for the journey. At least enough till they get to the next island. The towns folk had been nothing but helpful the whole time, so far this had been a rather pleasant visit.

Rob sat alone, just chilling at the bar counter, a shot glass in hand. He turned on the spot, back against the counter to take a good look at the bar and its guests.

It was your average sailor bar, nothing too fancy. Easily replaceable features if the rough housing got out of hand. A heavy scent of alcohol filled the room, a light weight would be knocked on their ass by the fumes alone.

Subtly watching the room, nothing seemed too out of place. That is until you got to the group of four that were seated nearest the door.

Four burly looking men, each with some kind of small scar on their face. Each one of them was armed with at least one sword, Rob would bet money they had guns stashed in their clothes somewhere. All dressed in black trench coats with a strange symbol printed on the back. Rob knew from past experiences what that symbol was and it wasn't good.

Slavers.

To most, the symbol meant nothing unless you were either in the business or one who hunted their kind for a living. Being a former bounty hunter, Rob was already in the know and judging by how nobody else around him seemed to care or react, nobody else knew.

Rob just kept an eye on them for a bit longer, watching their actions. They, on the surface, didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. Just down drink after drink without a care in the world, nothing wrong with that but it was the fact they were here that nagged at Rob.

Rob shifted on his stool and turned back to the bar, Rob smirked before muttering to himself. "Looks like I'm going to cause some trouble day… " He paused, "good."

Rob had considered tailing them to where they were heading but that sounded tedious and somewhat boring so he planned to follow them until they got somewhere secluded before kicking the shit out of them for the answers he wanted.

It didn't take long before the group abruptly got up, knocking over glasses and cups on their table. The group walked over to the bar, right beside Rob.

"Yo barkeep!" The front man of the grouped called out, "Give us a couple bottles would ya?!" His tone didn't exactly sound very friendly but the barkeep nonetheless gave a small crate of bottles to the guy.

The front man turned to Rob and stopped, "Drinks here are great aren't they?!" He let forth an over the top laugh. The others in the group joining in too.

"Yeah, not bad at all." Rob replied, not wanting to speak with them too much. He'd rather they get their asses moving so he can do his thing.

"You got that right Red!" He laughed, obnoxiously loud this time. Again, the others joined in, finding this hilarious for some reason, it wasn't because he called him Red was it?

The front man looked at Rob again and smirked, "Ah fuck it!" He took a bottle and slammed it on the counter next to him. Luckily the thing didn't break.

"Here! A bottle on the house for ya!" Before he gave a cheer, "Lets get the fuck outta here." He continued to yell.

Rob shook his head, you could track these guys before the opposite side of the island they were that fucking loud.

The group began to make their way over to the door, 'About time…' thought Rob. He turned away from them as not to let them know he was monitoring their movements.

As the group reached the door the front man stopped. He looked down to a large bundle of paper on the ground, he looked at it confused for a moment before grinning sinisterly.

"Oi Lads." He whispered, all the other men gathered around him as he nodded over to the bundle of pages for them to look at.

It only took a moment for them all to grin and looked between each other, all of them smirking and grinning.

The group turned back and walked straight towards Rob. Now, Rob could sense they were approaching him but he attempted to play it off like he didn't notice them.

The group spread out in a semi circle in an attempt to trap Rob.

"Hey Red!" The front man from before called out to Rob to get his attention. He casually glanced over his shoulder to the front man, his hat covering his face so nobody could see Robs expression.

"Mind coming with us?" He said it like a question but they all drew their swords at his statement making it clear in their mind, they weren't asking. The bar had gone silent at all this commotion, this was a bit more than a simple rough housing.

The front man stepped forward once Rob didn't give him a reply and pointed the tip of his sword toward his neck in an attempt to intimidate him.

"Come on Red! What's your answer?" His cocky smirk seemingly got the others to chuckle between themselves.

Rob sighed, "So much for questioning them."

Within the blink of an eye Rob reached forth and shattered the sword that was against his throat with his fingertips.

The four men took a step back in surprise, they didn't even see him move. They all watched as Rob stood in front of them all.

"Dragon Claw!"

The group blinked and Rob disappeared from view, much to the shock of everyone in the bar. A single moment later he reappeared behind the group as they all roared in pain and collapsing on the floor.

Swords shattered, clothes shredded and most certainly broken bones. Every single one of the men were unconscious, face first on the ground. The front man was missing a few teeth, he got a little extra for calling him Red, Rob didn't like that nickname.

There was traces of blood on the floor, nobody was entirely sure whose blood it was between the four man, the bar remained silent as they all watched Rob. All of them in shock but some of them in fear as well, what the hell did they just witness?

Rob glanced around him, wondering if anyone was going to do anything.

But nobody did, they all just remained where they were.

Deciding to break the silence Rob spoke up, "Sorry about the mess." He said, referring to the mess of unconscious bodies on the floor, his statement directed at the barkeep. The barkeep just replied with a nod, he clearly didn't want to get too close.

The room remained silent, after awhile it just got a bit awkward to stand there so Rob decided it was time for him to leave.

As Rob made his way out he stopped by the door like the slavers had. The bundle of paper on the ground caught his attention.

He smirked, "Well would you look at that…"


Chapter done. And so it begins, lets see what kind of damage we can cause this time.

Thanks again to everyone who has beta-read so far and to everyone who is willing to as well as well as everyone who reviews my story. You're all a great help!

As a side note, I think I might do something special for the 10th chapter of the story. Maybe a Q&A or something. Leave questions for me in the reviews and in the 10th chapter I'll answer as many questions as I can. If not that than I might do something like a drawing request, where I give an attempt at drawing characters from the story thus far.

If yous have any suggestions let me know, thanks.

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AlcatrazDGold - Till the next chapter…