The next day, they were ready to move. The meeting the previous day didn't take very long since everybody agreed that it was the best that they had to get moving and get it over with. The only snag in their plan was finding a way to transport Zeke and there was no easy way to do it. His ribs prevented him sitting up for too long, his leg had to stay straight, and though Zeke had hopes of getting out of the sling, Peter wanted him to keep it for a while longer.
A carriage was probably the only way he could be transported but Kaetar suggested a second because if there was one thing about marching he hated, it was definitely having to deal with the supplies. They had to put their stuff on the ground if something happened and they also couldn't spring into action when needed because it was hard to do anything with a large pack on your back. Even father admitted that the wyverns could be better fighting partners if they didn't have to divide their attention with the shifting pack on their backs and on the commands of their riders. Joel and Helena ended up leaving to the closest village and purchased two carriages but the trip left them with no sleep whatsoever so Joel came back snippier than usual. Helena seemed used to the lack of sleep and was actually strangely chipper.
The last thing that concerned anybody about the move was what to do with Daevala. Nasir didn't seem to trust her quite yet to go run off the first chance she had. Kaetar could hear Ranulf mumbled something about how Nasir would know about that, to which Stefan heard and nodded in agreement. Father didn't know exactly what happened, he didn't see what Daevala was capable of with his own eyes, but he must have heard something from Ummie when she was there, but he said they probably had enough people to keep an eye on her. Kaetar didn't know her well but she did seem different from the dragon that poisoned him and Stefan. He could trust her and he was sure it wasn't misplaced. The only thing he was worried about was what happened when Elymas was there.
They agreed to just keep an eye on her. She didn't have to be restrained but restraints would be on hand. Her dragonstone was also removed from Syrin's person, as he was too ill to look after it, so Stefan was the one to hold onto it. He was the one to take it from Syrin too, apparently, when it was made clear that Syrin was so sick. Stefan was the best person to carry it anyway, as he had the best reflexes and knew what she was capable of with it.
It was a flurry of activity outside of the fort itself. The Daeins quickly tore their tents down and had their supplies loaded onto some of the wyverns – keeping everything to the air was how they arrived so quickly but wyverns were not taking to the air while everybody else marched. It wasn't something that Vaughn agreed with but Father was having none of Vaughn's whining on the matter. It had to be easier on Makken too, just to walk around and not worrying about flying when Mike wasn't feeling his best.
The rebellion was slower to move and not just because Zeke and Syrin had to be carefully carried downstairs and into the wagon, but because there were rebels that grew comfortable with the fort. Kaetar was one of them – he moved around out of the bags that he and Loiya used to carry from the day they left Daein and he had to carefully move everything back in. He even moved Loiya's stuff back in his bag, since the thought that Loiya would like his stuff again, even if he wasn't attached to it, was what kept Kaetar from breaking down again.
Loiya was okay, even if he wasn't, Kaetar had to tell himself that he was. He didn't know what to do without Loiya so he wasn't going to think about the worse. It wasn't healthy, he should prepare for the worst and then be surprised by the best, but Kaetar's mind couldn't go there. When he was packed and bringing the bags down, he passed by Rylar and Aletta, both in Aletta's room. Aletta was on her bed, arms crossed, and with a pout on her face. Rylar was standing in the middle, presumably trying to convince her of something.
"Why do we have to go now? I was just getting comfortable here."
"I dunno about you but I'm dying to go home," Rylar said with a sigh. He looked away all of a sudden. "When this is over, my dad's ashes can have a permanent place to rest. So the fastest this is over, the fast I can go home and do that."
Aletta looked down into her lap, moving her hands to rest on her knees. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't want mean to make you think of Duma with my whining."
Rylar shrugged. "That was me and not you. Still though, we're not doing anything while staying here. I think Syrin had some big ideas for this place and they didn't work out because Elymas has a fucking inhuman army that ultimately, we couldn't beat. At least it will feel like we're doing something on the road."
"Sometimes, I wonder why I'm even here. Syrin and Stefan wanted me to get some experience and I could use magic but... I guess I was only in love in with the idea of adventure," she said with a sigh. Rylar sighed too and rolled his eyes.
"Look, it's a little too late to decide that you don't want to be here anymore. You can't leave the rest of us in the dust – we still need you," he muttered. "Now come on, we gotta go, whether you like it or not."
Kaetar passed by them while neither one of them seemed to now that he was there. On the grond level, he saw Misha and Ema there. Misha frowned a little when she saw that he had two bags – she would know Loiya and Kaetar's bags when she saw them. Ema on the other hand, held out her arm, offering to take one of the bags for him. "You're stronger now but you're still going to hurt yourself like that," Ema mumbled as Kaetar passed her the bag in his hands, which happened to be his own. Loiya's bag, the one on his back, was more important to him than his own at the moment.
"Is that Loiya's bag on your back?" Misha asked.
"Yeah, I thought he would like it back when this all done," Kaetar said, wondering if he sounded like he was too far into denial or if he was going mad. Ema raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging it off because she had a bag to carry and Misha hesitated like she thought she was going to break him in some way before managing a small smile.
"I don't think I've seen people get hurt as often as Loiya has and bounce back just as many times," Ema muttered. "Misha, didn't you say he was hiding his true skills or something?"
"He was holding back. Even Joel was surprised that he could pull off a skill like Impale. People spend years, heck even a decade or more sometimes, to pull off what Loiya could pull off and he's not even twenty yet. He's scary good. I would be surprised if they managed to kill him. I don't know why I doubted him," Misha said with a nod.
"Oh, Ema... Rylar said something about you wanting to take him to meet your mother. Is that true?"
She nodded. "It wouldn't be in Taelug of course. I would have my mother set out to meet him and she would do it. She would love him like he was her own and I want both of them there for when I release my half of Duma's ashes."
"You're going to get rid of them?" Kaetar was shocked. Ema was the type to keep very little on her person but if there was on thing he thought she would keep, it would be the ashes of Duma. They didn't get to have a proper father-daughter relationship so he thought his ashes would be special to her. Her ears flattened and for a moment, Kaetar wondered if his surprise was overstepping some sort of boundary.
"Laguz value freedom when we can get it," Ema explained as she began to walk outside. Misha and Kaetar followed her, though she seemed excited to get out and they had to speed walk to keep up with her. "We can't exist entirely without laws and rules, and in the example of Taelug, the people follow those rules because they want to. On the other hand, we hate feeling locked up, tied down, anything that stops of us from running and doing what we love. I feel like for me to mourn, I would want to watch his laguz side be free. Father had two lives after all so for me, it's perfect that his ashes were split between Rylar and I."
"You know, Ema, I think you will always surprise me," Misha said. "I feel like there's a lot I still don't about laguz."
"You should come to Gallia sometime, depending on what happens with your position in the army after all of this," Ema offered as they stepped outside. "Are we carrying our stuff again like we did before or can we put stuff on the waggon?" Ema pointed at the carriage that was currently being loaded with various packs. Kaetar nodded and watched with amusement as Misha and Ema high-fived each other before running to the carriage. Ema didn't carry much with her but she have all of Kaetar's stuff and what she did have she seemed to put in Misha's bag. Kaetar found himself more hesitant to put Loiya's bag in carriage with the rest but he didn't want to the bag to get in the way if he needed to fight. It was safer in the carriage – it just something he had to admit.
Just as the last things were packed away, Kaetar could see Zara outside with Daevala. Kaetar immediately approached them. She remembered him.
"You were with Syrin once," she mumbled. "I didn't get to speak with you personally but I wanted to apologize you for anything I did while under Elymas' darkness." She bowed her head.
"It's alright," he said. He meant it too – she seemed genuine and she did seem different. He didn't feel like she would lash out at him.
"And I'm happy for this chance to show that I can be trusted," Daevala mumbled. "It wasn't my intention to fall under the same spell that Elymas did. Whoever that spirit is, he's strong and I'm not sure if I can stay strong if he comes close to me again, but I want to my best. It's all for Elymas' sake too."
"I feel like she means it too," Zara said with a shrug. "I like to think I'm a good judge of character. I don't know how well she'll do but I trust her to give it a good try."
"Just remember, to ease everybody's worry, to try and stay in sight as much as you can," Kaetar mumbled. She merely nodded.
The first day of marching went well. The towns around the fort weren't more than a day away so they stopped just outside of one of those towns since it began to get dark. The rituals that the rebellion got used to previously began once again and everybody was in full swing of it – even Kaetar eventually became an expert in setting up and tearing down tents, and his father watched with what looked to be pride. Ranulf, Ema, Rykuu and Soren decided to make a competition of hunting, and sped off into the darkness. The biggest change to the ritual was the amount of people participating in it. Father kept everything that announced him as royalty but he acted a lot causal than he did when they were at the fort. He ate with the soldiers, sat at the same fire, and while his tent was fancier, he still slept on the ground.
He supposed that was why Father was so well respected. Father was willing to get his hands dirty and he led by example. He wondered how it looked to the common soldier, to see their king dressed in dramatic armour on the front lines just as they were. Saira was the one that forced his hand when she decided to fight against Daevala and Liam but his father took all the responsibility for her decision. However, his father clearly had reasons for fighting as well, so Saira forcing his hand may have only been a catalyst. He was probably going to join on his own decision at some point.
Kaetar didn't sit with his Father, it just felt too crowded around him, but his father was on the other side of the massive fire. Not only was there Vaughn, who was as loud and energetic as multiple people, and that there were other people who Kaetar figured had to be higher ranked generals because they seemed to think they had to replace Saira and Gander. Clearly, Vaughn was enough protection when he wanted to be. Kaetar was also concerned about some of the rebels, so he wanted to stick around with them too.
He was actually sitting beside Rylar and Mike, with Makken pacing in the distance, keeping his eyes on Mike. Mike was able to more or less make the trip on foot, pulling at Makken's harnesses, but Makken still seemed to be in better shape than Mike was. Mike was still a little pale and a little weak. He wasn't quite battle-ready, in Kaetar's opinion, but that was assuming there would be a battle. Vaughn smiled when he noticed him.
"Mike! How are you and Makken after this long walk?"
"We're fine," Mike answered as he took a drink from his canteen. "It's nice to be out here again. Staying close to the fort made me feel stuffy. I'm not used to staying in one place for so long. We like to spread our wings, you know?"
"Yeah, I get you," Vaughn muttered before offering a strange smirk. "Flying is addictive but there's still something I love about running on the ground with an axe in hand."
"Yes, you been waiting for a while to stretch your legs," Father mumbled. "I didn't even know you could move like that."
"Everything is always defensive in Daein," Vaughn mumbled with a shrug. "But now we're the ones in unfamiliar territory."
Kaetar tried to remember when he saw Vaughn train. He still entertained the idea of Vaughn being something other than beorc – something he wasn't sure he would have thought of had he not seen how Liam could disguise his laguz heritage and how Stefan could fight with something sharp in his hands. Loiya could blur the lines between beorc and those who weren't, but the difference between him and Vaughn was that Kaetar knew that Loiya trained and spent most of his life training to get where he was. All he could remember from Vaughn was that he spent most of his time tending to wyverns. If he trained like that in his youth, he would certainly need to keeping practicing to maintain it. Even Loiya, who felt that there wasn't much room to improve or that there was some new skill he could learn with his lance, still trained just keep himself fit.
"What's the stink eye for, Kaetar?" he asked in a way that made it seem like he wasn't offended. He hadn't realized he'd been starring and with some sort of look on top of that.
"Nothing," he mumbled with a shrug. Father and Joel raised an eyebrow, obviously they didn't believe him, but Vaughn kept that goofy grin on his face. It was almost... Chibuike-like. He didn't get time to think about it before the familiar wave of blurriness before a vision from the necklace overcame him.
Kaetar almost didn't recognize the library that Soren was in. Unlike the library that Kaetar was once so excited to see, only to become disappointed by its unusual state, the shelves were filled with books. Soren was in an older part of the library, probably the archives, as he thumbed through old tomes, his eyes scanning through names that Kaetar figured had be names of Crimea settlements. Some of the names were just too odd to be the names of people but Soren was also going through so fast Kaetar barely had time to look. He didn't seem to find what he was looking for so he put the book back on the shelf. Just as he about to look at the book beside that one, there was a loud screech.
The entire building seemed to shake and a few of the books fell from the shelves, with one hitting Soren on the way down. His first reaction, when he recovered from the shock of it, was to run to the nearest window and look outside. Kaetar finally understood how intimidating an organized army could look – there were waves and waves of people and animals dressed in black armour. The building shook again as a wyvern flew through the air nearby and screeched again.
Soren wasted no time. Kaetar rarely saw Soren, as Syrin at any rate, break into a full run – there was one time when Cameron and his friends attacked them back before Misha joined – but Soren seemed to be going as fast as he could. He was out of the library with scores of people running past him. The sky was notably dark and something already kicked dusted into the air, so Soren grabbed an edge of the outer cloak he had and pulled it over his face as best as he could as he pulled an hood over his head.
"Everybody flee!" People in white armour screamed, directing the flow of people out. Soren gritted his teeth before joining them.
When he came back, he found his father fussing over him and it brought him back to those days in Daein when he and his father were at odds. It reminded him of how he was just before the seal Syrin placed on the necklace disappeared and he started getting the visions in the first place. He was on the ground just outside of his tent as Joel was trying to assure his father that everything was fine but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere with him. "I assure you, there's nothing wrong with him... Your Highness," he mumbled, adding the title as an after thought, like he wasn't sure if he could get away without it. He wondered how often Joel really did interact with Father one on one like that because it didn't seem often.
"Then why does he keep fainting? He did this back in Daein and clearly, it's still happening! If you know why, then tell me!" Father muttered, clearly frustrated but he seemed to be trying to keep the anger under control. Joel, to his credit, didn't flinch. Kaetar pushed himself to his feet, deciding to intervene before Joel found himself in a corner. "Kaetar! How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he mumbled. His father raised an eyebrow. "Honestly. It's not a big deal but..." He couldn't avoid telling his father then. His father wasn't going to let him get out of it without telling him anything, especially when Joel already made it seem that they knew, which they did but Kaetar didn't want his father knowing that because he wasn't ready for his father to know. Whether he was ready or not though, didn't matter.
"We're going to have another talk," Father muttered.
Father made Kaetar go over everything he knew about the necklace and that meant that he was also in a way, ratting out Syrin was well. Despite any sort of negative feelings he had towards his father, he hate disappointing him and Kaetar had the feeling that he did. He kept it from his father for so long, not that he was in contact with his father for long, but he could have spoken to Father when they already spoke instead of just having a new conversation.
His father didn't seem to know what to make of his story. He couldn't say it wasn't possible because Kaetar wasn't the kind to outright lie and if Kaetar learned one thing from the rebellion, it was that magic was weird. Syrin stated it was the language that was the biggest limitation on magic, so it did seem as though anything could be possible. Father's silence, however, began to bother Kaetar. Did he disappoint his father in some way?
Suddenly, his father sighed. "I suppose I can see why you were so interested in being here... and why Joel of all people ended up here to."
Kaetar blinked. He expected more anger from his father but he supposed that Father was trying his best to understand Kaetar rather than trying to guard and protect him so much. Kaetar was trying to do the same thing, understanding that his father was coming from a good place, even if he couldn't show it. They both had to work on working through just what made their relationship go so wrong in the first place. He should have expected better from Father.
"Kaetar, I know that guilty look on your face and the truth is, I'm not mad," Father said. "I was just worried that something was seriously wrong with you. I suppose there will always be that danger if you fall in a bad place but the truth is much more harmless than I thought. I will ask you take it off for battles, dinner parties, and audiences though."
Kaetar huffed. The necklace would have made a nice excuse to get out of those stupid parties. Father had to throw them to remind the nobles who was the king and to appease the nobles who wanted a chance to flaunt their wealth. It also created an opportunity for nobles to marry their children off. It was too superficial for Kaetar to care for them but his father did need him there as another reminded of who was in charge.
And just to think that the next time a bunch of nobles got together, it was probably going to be his wedding. It also reminded him that he didn't tell his father about his plans to marry Arianna when the rebellion was over. He was hiding a lot from his father when he really thought about it.
"Don't you think it would nice for a dinner party though?" Kaetar asked with a sheepish smile. Father wasn't impressed.
"A prince's reputation is important. If you look weak, nobles will try to take advantage of you. I hate those parties too – the nobles do nothing but try to kiss up to me so I understand why you don't like them either. However, it's important to try to please the nobility in some way and making them feel important is a good way to do it," Father answered. Kaetar cracked a smile. He didn't know that Father hated them too.
Suddenly, Stefan was at their side. Kaetar only jumped a little bit, knowing that he had the habit of doing that but his father jumped out of his skin and held a hand over his heart. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you that bad," Stefan said with a small grin. "However, I think now is a good time to introduce myself. My name is Stefan and I'm the one in charge of Grann. You're Kaetar's father, correct?" He held out his hand, which Father took.
"Yes. My name is Adrien. What are you doing out here?"
Stefan held up a finger. "For one, I heard that the price of Daein was running around with the rebellion. I thought it would be a great opportunity for Grann to being interacting with the other countries through Kaetar when he became king. I didn't expect you to show up in person and I also didn't expect that Zara would join us to suit her own needs as well, so that should go faster than I initially expected," he mumbled, before holding up another finger to join the first one. "I also wanted Syrin. I didn't know he was even in Tellius again but now that he's here, I'm not letting him go again to wander with no purpose and waste all of his talent."
"Why did you wait so long to go back with the other countries?" Father mumbled. "Why is it only now? Is Grann's condition dire?"
"Not yet, but I suspect that being able to trade would increase the quality of life for most of our citizens," Stefan said with a shrug. "But the answer is simple – the laguz and and beorc still weren't friends with the branded by the time I was able to negotiate Grann's independence from Begnion. It was a lot easier for the laguz and beorc to begin talking nicely when the war with the goddess was over than it was for a branded to find a place for themselves in that conversation. Even today, there is reluctance for a branded to reveal their heritage because we know that most beorc and laguz would only be nice to our face and only because they have to."
"I see," his father answered, hand to his chin. "I hadn't realized that the branded still felt so left out. You contacted Kaetar because you wanted at least one person who would have your back at such meetings, then."
"It's obvious where Kaetar gets it from then," Stefan said with a grin. "But what do you say? Am I waiting until you give Kaetar the throne or would you honour me with your support?"
"It's the least I can do for watching over Kaetar."
"Does that go for everybody in the rebellion? There were a lot of people taking care of me," Kaetar chimed in. He did go ahead and promised people like Gus that his father would do something for them and he didn't want to let them down.
"I'll see if their wishes are something I can do," Father answered with a nod.
"Take a walk one day and meet everybody who stuck their necks out for Kaetar. You may be surprised," Stefan said with a smirk. "Not everybody fought for Crimea... but I would say everybody had some interest in keeping Kaetar safe."
Kaetar bit his lips. It was surprised him a little to hear it from Stefan more than anything else. He heard it from Syrin before, that while Syrin could care for the rebellion behind the scenes and plan anything, Kaetar was the one who convinced people to join. Syrin made it clear the rebellion wouldn't be the same without him and it surprised him a while ago when he said it. Maybe Kaetar just didn't take flattery well.
"Perhaps I will."
By the next day, the rebellion walked into the nearest village. Father opted for his army to go around, not only because it would get crowded but also because he doubted the common Crimea citizen had a lot of experience with wyverns, never mind a whole army full of them. Makken would be the only wyvern allowed to go through the villages. The village could probably handle one.
Nasir went straight to Kaetar. "I believe you are the one best able to speak with them," he stated simply. "I don't think this is one of the villages we recruited previously but that one is nearby."
Kaetar looked around. There were enough people out and about doing whatever errands they had, errands that Kaetar was sure was important to them and their daily lives but they were errands that he wouldn't have given any second thought to. How was he going to get their attention? He cleared his throat. "Hey everybody! I have something important to say!" Kaetar shouted before looking around for Rykuu. "Rykuu, come here please," he whispered. "And transform."
Rykuu understood what he wanted and did as Kaetar asked. He removed his shoes first, then climbed up onto his back, that way he was at least taller and he would stand out more when making a speech. The action attracted more people than his original shouting did. It didn't take long for him to attract a crowd of curious onlookers and for a moment, he could understand the appeal of making a speech up on a high balcony like his father did. It felt pretty cool to be up high where his voice could project but there was an undeniable sense of importance that struck him when he could see people underneath him.
"We're the rebellion and for the past year, we've been fighting to free both Crimea and Ike from the position Ike's been placed in. We can't let people continue to be punished for speaking out against it. We're not asking you to fight. We just asking that you spare anybody you can to come with us to stage a protest so large that the army can't do anything against us. We want you guys to end this with us and this is the best way to do it!"
Kaetar could see some apprehensive looks in the crowd. "What if those soldiers decide to do something after all, huh? What then?" a man asked.
"They won't get to you," Kaetar answered. "We won't let them. I know we look small right now but if you step beyond your village, you'll see that we have the support of the Daein army as well. They want to help us but we've got to take the lead! You'll be safe, I promise!"
"I'll go," a young boy said. Kaetar guessed he couldn't be anymore than thirteen years old but he was the first one to stand up and take charge. "If people need help... we should help them. Mom and dad always said we should do the right thing."
"No, it's too dangerous," an older man shouted, pinching the younger boy's cheek.
"People like you will be the death of people like him..." Soren began with a low growl, pointing first at the man and than at the young kid. Kaetar never heard him so mad before – his voice was quiet yet the venom was unmistakable. "Are you happy with your stupid lives? You'll sit happy and blissful while more kids like me become orphaned by this stupid law? You want a life where you can say the smallest thing and have a lance run through your neck? It happened to my parents and it will happen to you!"
"But-"
"NO BUTS! Didn't you hear him?" Soren shouted, pointing at Kaetar. Kaetar didn't know if he should intervene – Soren was usually too afraid to speak around strangers because his parents were killed for saying the wrong thing but Micaiah's words about Syrin came to mind and he thought them applicable to the younger Soren as well. "Is the Daein army not good enough to protect you cowards? Or would you rather that people two hundreds years from now remember that Crimea could never stand on its own? That Daein had to come in and bail the citizens out? We're not asking you to fight! WE'RE ASKING YOU TO TAKE A FUCKING STAND FOR WHAT'S RIGHT!"
Kaetar could feel Rykuu tensing under his feet but he watched as the crowd spoke amongst themselves while Kaetar jumped off so Rykuu could transform. Soren was trembling with anger and he was at the point that Rykuu seemed concerned that he would suddenly strike out because he grabbed both of his wrists and held them away from him. However, Soren didn't try to resist against him.
There was a chatter from the crowd, people debating their choices out loud. There were too many voices at once for Kaetar to get the general feel of how the conversation was going so he couldn't tell if he gained anybody's favour. He didn't want to think he failed at his speech because public-speaking was very important for his future. Finally, everybody seemed to reach a single consensus. An elderly woman spoke for them.
"We will hold a meeting tonight in our village to decide who wants to go and who we can spare. We will have people for you tomorrow afternoon," she said with a hand out. Kaetar took it. With that settled, they left the village and met the Daein army on the outskirts of town, where they waiting patiently for news.
"How did it go?" Micaiah asked as soon as Kaetar was in sight of her.
"They said they'll have people tomorrow afternoon so maybe we should stay here for now until we have those villagers. We could train to pass the time," he offered, just as Soren and Rykuu came up to him. Soren looked worse for wear, with fallen shoulders and a drooped head. He only seemed to know what direction he was going in because Rykuu had a hand on his shoulder. Micaiah frowned when she saw him.
"Soren wanted to say something," Rykuu announced.
"I'm..." he looked up, apparently aware of Micaiah's presence. He froze, his lips sealed. Rykuu's grip on his shoulder tightened and Kaetar could see how he tensed under Rykuu's grip.
"You can say anything you need to say to Kaetar in front of me. I know you're already hurt but I wouldn't want to hurt you any further," Micaiah said quietly.
Soren looked at her before finding his feet more interesting. "I'm... sorry for getting so emotional," he muttered before looking up at Kaetar again, straight in his eye. "But I don't regret saying something."
"It might have been why they will bother at all," Kaetar mumbled back. "Are you alright?"
"I will be," he replied. "I think I will go take a nap though."
"Alright, sleep tight," Kaetar said with a nod as he watched Rykuu guide him away again. He turned to Micaiah. "I will have to go tell my father what happened and let him know we're stopping."
"I'll go tell Adrien," Micaiah mumbled. "The rebellion probably knows what's going on but you should make sure they know that we'll be staying the night here."
Kaetar merely nodded and disappeared to make sure the rebellion knew.
When I started uploading this story, I had like five or six chapters of backlog, chapters that were already written, just needed to be edited. I'm down to like, half a chapter.
But yes, I do plan to have this story done soon and then I can try to plan something more concrete for the sequel, but I'm horrible at planning fanfics so we'll see where that goes.