I just realized its been four and a half months since i updated this story.

No regrets however since I am ecstatic with how well these chapters came out: Special thanks to Val for being such a wonderful beta and inspiring me to rewrit these chapters, and make them the best they can be even if that meant starting entirely from scratch :)

As always read, review, comment, critique, aske questions and got nuts!

Also see end notes for some important annoucements

Enjoy!

Chapter LXII: Apartments

Yugi circumnavigated the room: wide eyes, craned with wonderment. Taking in the details for the first time, his eyes wandered, following, the vaulted wooden arches and their steep, symmetrical slopes and the intricate shapes carved into the wood. The deep blue color and spiraling silver detailed curled and spun in intricate patterns, reminded Yugi of the midnight sky and he found himself looking for familiar constellations.

Though bare of murals and wall paintings, walls were painted a bright cerulean color that was no less vibrant with their intricate, gold patterns and splashes of pale blue and silver that reminded Yugi of clouds and water sprays. Velvety green carpets were softer than any grass beneath his feet and he giggled.

Light poured from the arched windows, illuminating their gold gilding and taking up nearly the entire wall. Sheer blue curtains fluttered in some non-existent breeze. Sliding onto the window seat, Yugi pressed his cheeks and palms against the smooth, cool glass. Sunlight warmed his cheeks.

The world beyond was beautiful: the rivers and the waterways; the clustered buildings of the town and the bridges; the sparkling lagoon and the rising slopes of the mountains and the great, blooming peristyle countryside beyond.

"Well," Timaeus purred. "Does the view please you?"

Yugi spun towards him. He had not moved from his position against the headboard. Calm and relaxed as thunder, he arched a lazy sort of smile, and relaxed against the throng of pillows. The dangerous beauty of his flesh was concealed by a deep green chinton and a pair of loose, silver leggings.

Yugi swallowed at the sight and tried not to blush. He'd grown so used seeing bare, burnt ocher flesh and corded muscles that seeing Timaeus full dressed felt alien.

Blinking, he turned his eyes to their bed: a wood and ivory concoction with creamy blue curtains hanging from the overhead branches. Slipping off the window seat, Yugi ran his hands over the rough, grainy texture. Curves and swirls spiraling in complex, intricate and interlocking patterns created the perfect imitation of bark. The base of the bed was a convoluted nest of roots, exploding from the trunk of the headboard, as if a living tree had grown into its shape.

"Did you carve this from a real tee?" Yugi asked, coquettishly.

Timaeus' green and pearl eyes widened and blinked then sparkled with a giddy delight. Grinning, he rolled onto his stomach and perches his chin in his palms. "Like in the tale I told you?"

"Of how the first lord of Locri proposed to his wife and carved their wedding bed from an enormous tree and had the rest of their palace built around it. Yes, I remember."

His grin widened and curled. "No, I did not carve this one. I'm afraid it came with this room when I inherited Locri, but it has served many Magisters and Magistrates before myself."

Yugi's head swirled with the truth of that statement.

Lazily the man shifted. "Did that shock you?"

"A little," Yugi admitted, eyes wandering to the rest of their joined apartment. It was so different from his painted box room in Kemet. There were no painted murals, no mosaics of protective goddesses on the ceiling, no wooden beds carved up with spells against the night's demons; no glassless windows open to the elements. It had felt open, airy, exposed and wild as though one were part of the landscape. Here, it was different: the room felt secret, peaceful…calm. This was the room that would never be touched, never be interrupted or interfered with. Whatever occurred in the world outside, in this room, in these chambers: all that existed was Yugi, himself, and the man whose burning green and pearl eyes set his soul on fire.

His eyes shifted to the opposite side of the room where a cheerful fire burned in an unusually grand hearth.

"What is that called Timaeus?" he asked, curiously observing the cave-like mouth in which the fire burned like a trapped prisoner. The long, smooth stone mantle above it boasted the deep chiseled faces and wings of the dragon-pillars holding it up. It was nothing like the cook fires of home.

"A fireplace," Timaeus explained, getting up. "It is more decorated than the ones in the kitchens, but it works the same."

"What's it for?" Yugi asked, curiously eyeing the fire burning and how the smoke escaped into the walls with a sort of skeptical wonderment.

"They're not much different than cook fires, though the kitchen ones are larger. Usually, we only light them in winter, but early spring nights are known to carry a chill." As he explained he pulled a pitcher from a nearby ottoman and poured it over the flames. It hissed in protest and the vengeful smoke rose like ghosts escaping through the vortex in the stones. At least, that was how Yugi's horrified imagination saw it.

Catching his expression, Timaeus bit back a laugh and moved aside to point. "See those stones?" Yugi followed his finger to the mantle and realized Timaeus meant the chimney vent. "We are close enough that this vent connects to the one in the kitchens. The chimneys let out to the east."

"All that for a little warmth?" Yugi joked though a part of him wondered. Kemet was always hot, even in the cooler, wetter months, and only darkness brought relief from the sun's intensity, but never enough that a few extra blankets couldn't combat the chill.

Timaeus laughed and it was a good laugh: Humorous, mirthful, happy.

It made Yugi smile.

Timaeus chuckled. His eyes were bright and secretive. "Ah, but love, you have never experienced a northern winter." There was a playful slyness in the tone. He crouched as he stepped, as though preparing to pounce upon him. "You may laugh now, but when the colder months come, and the wind is nipping your ears, and the snow quivers your thighs and you absolutely shiver with cold…"

He tugged Yugi's ears and teased him with his spidery fingers through the slit in his dress, a velvety deep green wool with a sliver-threaded brocade: another wedding present. Cut-shoulders and slits over the thigh made it easy to shiver his thighs and tickle his sides with imitation prickles of cold. Cold, he chuckled the word as if he were speaking some naughty secret. "You'll be grateful for our wide windows and hollowed walls and big fires warming your bones."

Giggling a snort, Yugi brushed his hands away and smoothed down his skirt. He had expected it to feel tight and heavy, yet it smoothed loosely over his skin as though made for his lithe figure. His eyes lazily skimmed the adjacent walls: twins of each other continuing the deep blue and silver color scheme, with two arched doors on either side of a wide sideboard. They differed only in what rested there: the one to the left of them stored a collection of thick leather-bound tomes held in place by bookends shaped like dragons, and on the right one—Yugi stopped, gasped.

"Timaeus," he got out, releasing himself from the other's arms, fingers reaching, tracing intricately carved lotus flowers and smooth ivory. "You said Rhebekka stopped by? Did she?"

"Left your dowry box for you after you sent her to fetch it?" Timaeus grinned. It was not a question.

Yugi did not answer. His hands clasped it, carried it, set it down on the bed beside him. Timaeus slid besides him.

"I must say," his husband chuckled and looked away, embarrassed despite the smile on his face. "I was surprised, but, very pleased you had kept it. I thought perhaps you'd left it in Kemet."

"I would never do that!" Yugi said at once.

Timaeus' brows rose at his outburst.

Yugi quickly turned away, worrying his lip and trying to hide his red cheeks with his hair. "I…mean…I would not have left it behind. It was a gift after all and it meant a lot to me, even if I was mad at you then." He trailed off. Heat that had nothing to do with the day's warmth or the dress flushed his skin. "Would you like to see what's inside of it?"

Timaeus whirled and Yugi couldn't stop the snort that came unbidden to his lips at the man's hilariously shocked face. "Eh…" He blinked repetitively, stunned and equally mystified. "I…" He stumbled over words as if he'd swallowed his own tongue. Then he cleared his throat and replied. "I'd like that."

There was a sort of childish brightness in his eyes that Yugi adored. Plucking the lotus-shaped knobs he opened the box and carefully plucked out the contents within.

Timaeus had no idea what to expect from it: it was not the duty of brides to share the contents of their glory boxes with their husbands, as finances and such were always handled separately. Rather it was a personal trousseau: a new custom but a romantic one that had been growing in popularity. Timaeus had proposed it as a hopeful gesture, but as he watched Yugi gingerly removed certain items he only vaguely recognized—the black and white wedding dress and wooden nails among them—he realized it served a much more divine purpose. For as Yugi explained each item's significances—a linen blanket decorated in the style of leopard rosettes to mimic the stars he watched with his father, a statue of the lion goddess his mother served, birthday gifts from his older siblings, dried flowers tied into chains, one a lotus—he realized each one was a memory, a piece of a timeline, a part of a beautifully constructed room that was Yugi's soul: his universe. A universe, Timaeus realized with no small amount of awe and wonderment that he was now privy to.

"And what are these for?" he asked fiddling one of the wooden nails between his fingers. He did not need to ask the significance of the black and white dress nor why Yugi had kept it.

"It was for my first lesson as a Trierarch," Yugi beamed proudly. "I would've liked mementos from our time together then but…" A shy smile, his fingers brushed the silver bracelet jangling his left wrist. "I like these better."

His heart swelled. "I do as well." He slipped his hand in Yugi's still not trusting his tongue. "Of course, that does not mean we can't make more memories…" His eyes sparkled.

Yugi laughed. "That will be difficult if we never leave this room."

With a snort that was almost a laugh, Timaeus gave a sly reply. "Well… then," drawing out the syllable, he slid from the bed. Would you like to see the rest of it? Those," he pointed to the doors where the sideboard boasted the books with a dramatic swagger. "Are my private apartments. Above those," he continued less enthused. "Are the Trierarch's rooms: my state room, war council and other grandeur rooms where I must meet and entertain. Yours," he sang the word, eyes twinkling, secretively. "Are through the other door."

Yugi spun towards them and the gilded wood of the two arched doors winked in invitation. Yugi's heart leapt into his throat. That's right. He realized just now remembering this part of his dowry. I'm a Magistrate now. And with that title came his own set of private rooms and upstairs chambers for consulting business. Too smitten with Timaeus' embrace to think of much else, he'd yet to see them.

With new determination, Yugi carefully packed away his treasure and returned them to the chest, slid it back in its hiding place and sprang to the first door, thrusting it open—and found himself terribly disappointed. It was a washroom, but contrary to the lavishness of the main room and the breathtaking beauty of the hot springs, this bathing chamber was bland with a modest stone toilet, open-shelved sideboard crowded with baskets of bottles and jars, a porcelain bowl and a copper tub. It had the same vaulted windows, but the gray stones glowed dully in the white light. The only thing intriguing about it were the two doors: one opposite him, one adjacent.

Marching across the room, he threw open the door into a small dressing room with a vanity and polished looking glass. Chest and wardrobes lined the walls on one side and unlike the bathing room: it was carpeted, the ceiling vaulted, and the walls decorated. There was a door on the adjacent wall. Yugi thrust it open. It was a large sitting room with a curved wooden ceiling, the walls gilded gold against a blue background. A beautifully crafted stone fireplace burned between two arched doors and the room beyond the arched windows was a loggia. Aside from the walls and a few scattered pieces of furniture, the design was simple and lacking originality. The two doors neighboring the fireplace mocked him. Worse, there was a third door on the adjacent wall and a fourth next to him.

Growling in frustration, he thrust open the closest one, and found himself back in the washroom.

Timaeus caught his bewildered face and burst out laughing.

Refusing to blush, Yugi whirled back to the large room and thrust open the door adjacent—and found himself back in their bedroom.

Timaeus laughed harder. Screeching in frustration, Yugi flung back into the maze of rooms, determined to solve them, and this time chose the door closest to the windows. It opened to another room much smaller, and that one opened to another after that. All three carried the same style of architecture: arched windows opening to a loggia overlooking the house's surrounding gardens and mountainous slopes, a vaulted decorative ceiling, a small fireplace, and solid walls, plain but for some simple, gold decoration.

Yugi wanted to scream.

"Are you lost love?" Yugi whirled on Timaeus, leaning in the doorway all smug smiles and amused eyes. He swallowed his laugher, though with great difficulty.

Yugi didn't dignify that with a comment.

"Apologizes, love. I am afraid we do not have the wide spaces your lands do. We can only build up and must maximize whatever space we can." He pushed himself off the door, still smiling and offered Yugi a hand.

Unable to stay angry, Yugi took his hand and let Timaeus guide him through the labyrinth. "These bathing and dressing rooms are for when the Magistrate must wash and dress quickly, I have my own, and must steal away upstairs to entertain guests."

"There is more upstairs?"

"Yes," he pressed a spot on the wall and to Yugi's amazement the panels slid open revealing his own secret stairway spiraling off to somewhere and nowhere. "This whole second and third floors of the palazzo are for the Magister and Magistrate," Timaeus explained as they ascended the stairs and stepped out a glass door and onto the third-floor loggia, fitted with comfortable chairs positioned about a series of small, low tables.

Yugi gasped letting go of Timaeus hands. He let Yugi explore, shoving open the glass doors for his inspection. "Here, we'll conduct business, entertain noble or royal guests, hold meetings. In your case, negotiating dowries and settling marriage disputes, mostly parents trying to make sure their daughters don't run off with butcher's boys before the accounts are settled."

The largest room, Yugi saw, was in fact two decently sized rooms connected by a set of large oak doors kept perpetually opened and boasted a stunning frescoed lunette on either side. One the image of a sprightly young woman playing amongst a field of trees and spring flowers, the other showed that same woman in a gown of gold and black silk sitting atop an iron throne. In one hand she held a cicada, and in her lap was a half-eaten pomegranate.

The more eastern of the two was a sitting room, of sorts. Decorated with ornate chairs and ottomans around was a low table and a few lavish couches against the walls, at its core was an intricate fireplace. To the left, beneath a lunette window was a sideboard. Atop that sat a collection of ceramic cups and plates, trays, and slender wine goblets, and several decanters. The room beyond it appeared to be a dining room complete with a long, low table and lavishly spun chairs. Both rooms boasted a carved wooden ceiling with gilding against a solid color background: the sitting room' a calming light blue for relaxation and leisure, the dining one a bold, bright red for invigorating passionate discussion.

"The house accounts and such you can discuss with Tomoya and Mai, in there. And I'm sure Rhebekka will want to share her opinion, doubtless anyone could stop her."

The next room bore similar ornamentation, but its ceiling was a series of painted murals, and green walls and a lunette painting above the fire place. Decently sized, comfortable chair formed a circle indicating the room was used for private, more serious and less personal affairs. Yugi could imagine himself there, surrounded by his friends, sharing concerns and discussing solutions to the city's problems.

Without waiting for Timaeus, he opened the door to the final room. The final room bore a painted circle of the Locrian coat of arms on the wall above the fireplace. Yugi recognized it from the medallion, Raphael had gifted him: an enthroned couple and in the man's hand a river, in the woman's a cicada. Facing the windows, there was a lovely desk and the walls were floor to ceiling shelves of books and scrolls. It also boasted its own veranda; the loggia having ceased with the third room's entrance.

Yugi moved to enter but froze as though something had stopped him.

"The ball rooms are for holding parties and events and planning festivals, but not to worry, Serenity's good with that. Music is her crafter after—" Timaeus stopped, eyeing the hesitation in Yugi's stance, the uncertain way he rubbed his shoulders. "What is it, love?"

He placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder, and the boy's fingers moved to lace with his. "Nothing, just…thinking."

"About what?" Timaeus pressed, gently.

"All this," was all he said. These rooms were his, all the duties and responsibilities that came with them. His fingers tightened. His eyes circumnavigated the room. "What if I make a mistake?"

"Then we'll fix it," Timaeus said, squeezing his hand. "Together."

"What are these rooms for?" Yugi asked once they returned downstairs.

"Whatever you like," Timaeus explained with a chuckle. "The rooms upstairs come with the office and were built with the house, but these sitting and spare rooms change with each Magister and Magistrate," He sat himself down on one of the window seats. "Here, we may sit aside the trappings of office and retire to the company of our loved ones."

Yugi's eyes widened. "And…what do I do with them?" he gasped, surprised.

Timaeus shrugged. "Whatever you like, they change with each new Magister and Magistrate. In the past they've been used as an apothecary lab, an artist's workshop, even a music room if you wished it. I know how much you enjoy that, Serenity would be more than happy to share her instruments." The furnishings too are yours to decide also. True they are basic, but you may embellish them, however, you wish. We could have the servants bring up the rest of your wedding gifts now, if you'd like?"

It was so different, so foreign compared to home, yet somehow the oddness of it refreshed him. It struck Yugi then, the purpose of it all. The rooms upstairs were for the Magistrate. In this place, where houses were built for practicality and use, every room had a purpose, a place in the structure. Upstairs, in those lavish rooms that were a permanent fixture just as the position of Magistrate was, he would be Magistrate.

It was the first time Yugi noticed the emptiness of these rooms, the absence of any thing personal: for all their decorative grander, there were no flowers or pictures not a trace of memorabilia from the Magistrates who had come and gone before. Nothing of themselves had been left—because they were no longer their's, he realized. Now they were his: his secret heart, his true self, reserved only for those privy to that heart and its most secret desires.

He could imagine himself in here, sitting by the fireside book in hand. Saw himself chatting over meals with Mai and Serenity after an exhausting day of festival planning and marriage contracts, sharing the latest gossip. Imagined, storming away if he needed a moment to collect himself, and stepping into a familiar dance pattern his mother had taught him: wild enough to calm his rages but offered enough breathing to sooth his wild, angry heart. He saw himself here, possibly with Timaeus coming to check on him after he'd fallen asleep by the fire and ask him to return to bed. Could see him on the loggia enjoying the view of the gardens, the mountains, the city, bouncing Rhebekka's babe in his lap as she complained in that proud, loving way of hers after a long day seeing to the matters of state. When he imagined that image again, it was his own babe, he bounced lovingly in his lap, laughing up at him with those striking emerald green eyes—possibly as his older, lotus-eyes child was below playing tag in the gardens with the servants, or rather, his father.

Suddenly inspired, Yugi ran from the room. Stunned by surprise, Timaeus was slow to follow but when he arrived Yugi was already in the sitting room setting something upon the sideboard. It did not take Timaeus long to see what it was.

"There," Yugi beamed proudly. "Now they are truly mine."

The glory box gleamed brightly in the bright light, the amethyst lotus glittered in approval. "A piece of me: of my home, of how we first met, of—" he stopped himself in his romantic musings and blushed.

Timaeus only smiled. His emerald green and pearlescent eye awash of tenderness. "I like that idea." Arms wrapped around Yugi's waist, teasing the charms on his bracelets, filling him with his warmth. "Things should have memories attached to them, otherwise they are cold and emotionless, yes?"

A smile brightened Yugi's face. He relaxed in his embrace.

"Have you thought what to do with the other rooms yet?" Timaeus asked.

"Hmm?" Yugi tapped his thin, mimicking deep thought. "I think I'd like to convert this sitting room into a library and move that desk in here. Inspire some conversation when I have friends."

Slipping free, he danced through the room running his fingers along the wood. Reaching the middle of the room, he spun about as if testing the wood. "And yes, a music room would be nice, perhaps I'll do that with this one, but with plenty of extra room to dance. And," he stopped and rushed for the loggia windows. "I think I'll turn that third room, since it gets more light, into an apothecary. Perhaps I'll even grow the herbs on the loggia and bring them inside when the weather's cold."

"I think that sounds lovely," Timaeus said and meant it. "And the last room? Have you given that one any thought?"

Yugi's brows scrunched up in thought. "I'm not sure what to do with that one, yet. What do you use it for?" The question came unbidden to his lips. Horrified realization widened his eyes. "I mean!" He scampered, suddenly ashamed. "I mean, of course, you don't have to tell me. They're your private rooms after all, and…" He swallowed his own tongue when he realized he was rambling and gulped. "I shouldn't pry."

Disliking this, Timaeus was on his feet, and lifted Yugi's face. His dark green eyes swirled with determination, the white spiraled like storm clouds. "They are, and you are free to come and go about them as you please."

"Don't you—you don't want your own space?"

"No," he said baldly. "Unless, of course, you do, but otherwise, you have shared your inner soul with me, I would do the same for you even if you had not."

There was that smile: that earnest, kind-eyed smile that promised him the world and meant it. Yugi could have loved him for that alone, if he did not already.

"Alright," He nodded and that was the end of that.

Timaeus only laughed in that confident, light-hearted way he laughed when he was happy, or perhaps it was a special gesture, reserved for teasing Yugi? The boy did not know, but in that moment, Yugi could not bring himself to care.

"In truth, love, they are nothing special," Timaeus sighed, oh so, dramatically. "I'm afraid I've been alone for too long."

Yugi burst out laughing and through his snort, managed. "So, what did you do?"

Timaeus shrugged. "On, I turned one into a study, the second is a sitting room. The third is for games—"

"Games!" Yugi interrupted, perking with interest.

A grin split Timaeus face, his arms snaked about Yugi's waist. his chest hard and hot against Yugi's back. "Why yes, I find them relaxing at the end of a difficult day when I need to relief myself from the frustration of incompetence. Sadly, I have yet to find a worthy challenge." A flamboyant sigh, a sly smirk, a peek of one dazzling green eye. "Perhaps you would?"

A purpose, Yugi realized. That was what he had here, not just a future, but a life and a purpose and a place that was truly his own, where he would and could truly be himself. With a man who truly loved him. The realization was so strong, so sudden and so…

"Hmmm?" Yugi tempted, pretending to ponder. "I would like that very much."

He leaned forward as if to kiss him, but then ducked out of his arms and spun towards the fourth door on the other side of the fireplace.

'But until then, I wish to see more of my new house!" With an air of utter self-importance and a coquettishly beckoning wink, Yugi slipped from the room like the little spriteling he was and burst through the last door.

"Wait, Yugi don't—"

And found himself clutching the balcony above the Great Hall.

Down below, the revelers had been reduced to Mai and a few servants gathering dishes and a few of their crewmates breaking their fast. The commotion distracted them from their food, and theirs eyes were suddenly on him. All of them flashed twinkling eyes and lewd smirks.

"You're up awfully early for a new bride," Raphael grinned.

"You're still able to walk?' Malik slurred, crassly. "A'int Timaeus doing his duty by ya?" He snickered at his own joke.

"You don't look very tired," Ryou joined in. A crude smile Yugi never thought him capable of, nearly split his face, it curled so wide. "Must not be. Perhaps you could give me a ride?"

Yugi blanched, shocked to utter silence.

"I'd be happy to teach ya a few tricks lad," Otogi quirked then added. "If I didn't have a leviathan of my own at home to ride."

The three burst out laughing. Mai suddenly swooped in, to Yugi's relief but his hope died when she saw him. Her grin was the wickedest thing he'd ever seen. "Need me to come up and fix the bed, darling? Shall I bring up new sheets? What should I do with the old ones?"

The room rocked with laughter.

He whirled back into the room, slammed the door and collapsed against it. His face and body so hot, Yugi thought he might explode, he burned so red. He glared at Timaeus who was steading himself against one of the chairs, shaking with laughter.

"I tried to warn you," he said, gasping. "You should see your face!"

"Just…what…" Yugi hissed, but his mouth was still frozen from shock. "What the hell were they all doing down there?"

"Witnesses," Timaeus said, regaining breath. "The King isn't taking any chances."

"No, not that!" Yugi hissed, mortified and shaking. "I mean…they were so…so…"

"Crass? Obscene? Scandalous?" Timaeus offered and bit his cheek at Yugi's mortified face. "It is because we are home, love. True, we are still Magister and Magistrate to them, but we are still also Timaeus and Yugi, and here, they are off their leashes."

Speechless, Yugi nodded. The casualness over it more than the obsceneness, surprised him. Even in private, his brother's friends had always been pious and respectable.

Collapsing, Yugi whined. "I'm never leaving this room again."

"As much as I would like that," Timaeus teased tugging his little one to his feet. "I do have something else to show you."

"There's more?" Yugi beamed, his early shame forgotten.

Timaeus' response was a saucy wink. He ran a hand along the wall then carefully shoved a corner panel off the wall. Hard.

It pushed open as easily as a door.

Yugi gasped. "Are those?"

"Secret staircases. That is correct," Timaeus said with a slow, secret smile. "This palace is full of them, for when the Magister and Magistrate must hurry upstairs to greet their guests, or when a pair of illicit lovers needs a moment alone. And these," he ended on such a mischievous note that Yugi all but burst. "Lead to a surprise."

This Ian one of my favorites of the rewritten chapters: I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it and I love the theme and it's significance. Yugi is such a fun character to write when he's all culture shocked and amazed by everything new :)

pay close attention to these next few chapters :) it, the last one and the next few will all have some subtle foreshadowing that will become very influential in the sequel...

That's right, I said sequel!

For those of you who haven't seen my profile page yet, I've made some critical decisions regarding my writing: the more critical in my opinion, is that I have decided that Timaeus will end with 69 chapters (and I have an extra chaoter I was going to add to the original rewrite for a total of 70) and after I finish this story I am going to edit and rewrite the story as an original novel which I then plan to have oubkisjed.

it took me roughly a year and a half to write Timaeus Part One and going on 3 to write the second but the four years I have started and written this story has greatly changed my life and affected me as a writer, artist and a person and I know without a shadow of a doubt THIS is the story I want to have published first. THIS is the story I want to be my debut novel and the one I want to share with the world first.

This decision has also inspired me to take down ATKP and rewrite it because I have many more plans and themes for thisbstory and the current chapters are NOT as up to part as a I know they've can be and a I want this story to be great!

In addition, I also have plans to rewrite Dragon's arose as Ann original story (ironic since the original story that inspired it was also what gave me the inspiration to revamp the story) and I have been inspired to continue Frost King's story (I always felt the ending needed a bit more before I turn it into an original story) and I'm ecstatic to finally do it!

nothing will be taken down any time soon but I'm ready to pursue publication with a kotnof ky work and I want to thank you all for your continued support and encouragement!

thank you all so much!

NEXT TIME: Timaeus shows Yugi his "surprise"