Reviewer Responses

Mr Space Man: Hey man, this summer between high school and university is gonna rule. Feels good to enter the summer for the first time in a while with zero responsibilities.

Dothurnaax: I did try to use a grammar checker for this chapter, although i'm not sure how helpful it'll be considering most of them are locked behind paywalls. Thanks for the advice though!

Sol1234: I like the idea, but it's a bit too cliche with all the over stories out there where a human goes to another world. The whole point of this story is to see how a story that went in the opposite direction would be like. Future pairings and smut, etc. are also undecided.

SonicDJM: Eh, I think the secrecy of Cynder is getting a bit tiring to write about. Of course, Cynder isn't going to be revealed to everyone, but in order to progress the story, there will be some new introductions between her and other people. On the topic of seeing how the Spyro universe reacts to her disappearance, I like the suggestion. I'll see if I can do something of that sort in the future, while still keeping the mystery aspect of it.

Guest: Thanks!

L0nEWoLf: Procrastination gets the best of us.

Enjoy the chapter!

"Bye Mom! Dad! See you guys later!" yelled a teenager as he left his house, a wave from his parents in the corner of his eyesight as he closed the door.

It was beautiful spring morning in the San Francisco Bay Area, a crisp 68 degrees outside, as the sun had just started to peek out of the early cloud cover. People were rushing to and fro, either to drop kids off to school, head off for errands, or most importantly brave the standstill traffic on the 101 or 280 on their way to work. Most would either be heading up to San Francisco itself to the north, or San José to the south, both an equal distance from our current starting place.

Our main character is question placed his trusty skateboard on the pavement, giving a quick inspection of his most used transportation device. Jumping on, he pushed off towards the busy street that would bring him from the hills, down to his area's Caltrain station.

Thankfully, it was a lot easier of a journey for the sleep-deprived teen, due to the route being all downhill. Many sports fans would agree though, "there's nothing better than a home team win" and Kaz would certainly be one of those to agree with that statement. Hell, he had awoken at five in the morning many times before to watch sporting events in Europe, even those were on Sunday mornings.

Letting the breeze rush around him as he weaved through the slower traffic, a single earbud playing "Paradise City" by Guns & Roses, his mind focused on his school day ahead. While no tests, quizzes, or projects were scheduled for today, he knew that it'd be mostly review for the upcoming finals in less than two weeks. Not overly worried about them, due to the grade buffer he had for his classes (mostly high B's and low A's) he knew he couldn't keep himself too off track.

Helping out an interdimensional-traveling, wing-bearing, fire-breathing, supposedly fictional and yet very much real dragon was obviously one of the most shocking and yet amazing things to ever happen to him. However, he had to agree with his parents for once that school was top priority at the moment. Not only would he be starting his college applications the upcoming summer, but also because he really had no idea what he wanted to major in, so he had to be good in all of his classes. It didn't help that his school, while not overly special, housed a lot of bright minds, simply due to the urban concentration of people in the area. This wasn't one of the most competitive job market areas in the world for nothing, even if Kaz didn't know if he wanted to stay in his native California after high school.

Before he knew it, Kaz had reached the station, where his train wasn't due to arrive for another five minutes. Despite a majority of the students at his school taking public transportation, he was of only a few students to get on the northbound train at this station, with the others only there being people he wasn't close with. Most of his friends lived in the city, so due to them taking the southbound train, would not meet him until they got to school.

Placing his other ear bud into his ears, his playlist switching songs to "Black Dagger" by The Pink Spiders, the #159 Caltrain rolled to a stop, packed to the brim with commuters. Stepping on the train and making sure to have a good stance to avoid falling over when the train started rolling again, he drowned out the chatter from other passengers, reflecting on the weekend he had just explained.

He didn't plan on sharing what had happened to him with anyone else, even if he did trust his friends enough. He respected Cynder enough and knew the importance of her secrecy to make sure she was as safe as possible.

'Man, it is kinda crazy just how this whole situation is turning out anyways' Kaz thought. 'Easily powerful enough to kill me, and yet surprisingly trustful of everything i've done. Not the normal Cynder I would've expected'. It was true, he had always thought Cynder was the more hostile of the pair of dragons he had grown up with in the gaming world, not one to trust a stranger's word, and yet she seemed to obediently listen to whatever he said. Another interesting quirk that he had considered was how Cynder seemed lot more at ease with her past. In the Spyro Trilogy, she had always been quick to threaten and shutdown anyone who brought up her past, while internally still being quite traumatized about what she had caused.

'I guess she felt like she had redeemed herself with the defeat of Malefor, even if that had spawned a whole host of new problems' was Kaz's best guess. He could relate himself towards her a bit as well. If he had woken up in a strange new world with no idea to get back home, and someone that friendly had offered to help him, he would've most likely listened to whatever they had said. It helped as well that he was still a minor according to Cynder, so perhaps not much of a threat as a result.

After stopping a few more stations, it was Kaz's turn to get off the train. Stepping into the light again, the sun had now been fully revealed from the clouds.

"And we're off' he said under his breath, as a whole host of students and adults flooded off and to the stairs that would lead them to ground level. Reaching the bottom of the steps, he hopped onto his skateboard and pushed off towards his school, a few others with bikes, scooters, and such doing the same.

The bang of the front door closing by Kaz's father was the last bit of noise needed to remove Cynder from the comforts of sleep. Slowly opening her eyes in her surprisingly comfortable, makeshift bed/nest in Kaz's closet, it took her a few moments to remember where exactly she was. Walking out of the closet and giving her limbs a stretch, much like a cat would, she happily munched down on the fruit and water that Kaz had left on his desk, a note signifying that it was for her.

'For all this world's strange quirks and major differences from mine, it sure does share a lot in common' Cynder thought. The food, mainly fruits, vegetables, and other non-carnivorous items were the same as what they had. Kaz had also explained what exactly the environment here was like, and throughout the entire world, which again replicated her own in terms of seasons, and were the hottest and coldest places across the globe were. The only major difference about their respective earths was that this one seemed a lot bigger in size. She still couldn't get over how many people managed to call this place home.

Then again, with everyone who lived on this planet, it made sense how much farther they had advanced in terms of technology.

Finishing her breakfast, and making sure that both of Kaz's parents had left the house, Cynder walked through the house towards the door that led to the rather small backyard of theirs. Getting on her hind paws, she pressed down and pulled on the door handle as Kaz had shown her, the door coming open with an audible "pop!"

Strolling down the steps into the crisp cool air, with the sun just having come out from behind the clouds, Cynder laid down in the slightly moist grass. She needed some time outside in the fresh air, and more importantly, just to think.

Her initial shock, hostility, and sadness of not knowing exactly had happened to her and Spyro, was now replaced with a sense of focus. She never had the most amount of time to think about things when constantly flying around, trying to defeat the newest evil villain. Even with the situation she was in, it felt good to slow down a bit, with no sense of impending doom. Of course, fate had one last trick up its sleeve, and now she was stuck without her savior. The loveable purple dragon of hers.

Cynder was brave though. Right? She had faced worse. Yet she saw nothing after those final moments, in which she was engulfed in light. As Kaz had said when speaking about the "game" that had somehow managed to have displayed her journey to defeat Malefor, "I hate cliffhangers".

The only thing that didn't line-up however, besides the whole, how did some people with no knowledge of her and Spyro make a game that replicated their world and journey itself, was the ending of the game. In it, Kaz had later explained to her that it showed her and Spyro flying around above earth,both with looks with content on their face. Obviously, this was the only part that hadn't actually happened.

Again, fate had played a cruel trick on her, but at least it ruled out that she was some mere puppet.

However, it brought a new question to Cynder's mind; even if she still didn't know what had happened to Spyro. She knew for a fact that he hadn't ended up on this planet with her, due to the fact that she couldn't sense him at all. Thanks to their heightened senses from all the training they had gone through, they could just barely pick up each others wavelengths, and yet she felt nothing at that moment, further frustrating herself.

Deciding not to lose herself in her thoughts, Cynder rose up, shaking herself like a dog to get rid of the moisture on her lower body. Stretching once more and ruffling her wings a bit, she headed over to the fountain that adorned the center of the grassy area. Looking into the bottom of it, the water was as clear as could be.

As Kaz had told her, he had discovered the so-called crystal that had somehow either been her in a different form, or contained her soul or essence as he had best described. It didn't seem like the craziest theory, but then as per usual, there was still the question of what had caused her to be transported to this fountain.

Looking at the fountain with intensity, the calm ripples and the sound of pouring water taunted her ears, alongside her own reflection staring back at her.

"And what are you looking at?' she said at herself in a frustrated voice.

No strange occurrences today, her reflection only looked back at her in a pissed off way.

"Screw it, I need to get out of here or i'll go insane."

Sure, it wasn't the best idea, especially with Kaz trusting her to stay with all the hospitality he had provided, but she was a dragon! She couldn't stay grounded forever.

Unfurling her wings, she felt the breeze run through her body, and with a strong flap from the powerful muscles she possessed, Cynder shot off like a rocket.

Propelling herself higher and higher, it didn't take long before she above the tops of the trees, and soon after, above the highest tops of the Pacific Coast Mountain Range.

"Wow…"

It must've been the coolest sight she had ever seen, a huge bustling society surrounded a picture-perfect bay. To her north, San Francisco could barely seen, covered in its signature fog that she had read about, with a massive bridge protruding from it across the water. From what she remembered, it was simply called "The Bay Bridge". Directly in front of her, the towering mountain, and highest point in the area, Mount Diablo. South of her, she saw more bridges extending across the water, with bustling roads full of what Kaz had called "cars" moving in both directions. The mountain ranges on both sides of the Bay seemed to gradually decrease in height the further she looked southward..

Flying off towards the interior of the bay in a more relaxing fashion, she passed by what appeared to be two strange huge birds, and yet she sure that they were not birds. They didn't flap their supposed wings of theirs, full of windows, a strange, not-wing, extending at the end, and were awfully loud as well. Perhaps another human contraption they used to get around.

'I don't know what i would've done if I was able to fly, so it makes sense that these flightless humans would build something to allow them to do such things' she thought.

"Hey Jim, call me crazy, but i think I just saw fucking flying dog towards our eight o'clock."

"Sir, what did I tell you about drinking at the airport bars before flights?"

Continuing her flight towards the northern part of the Bay, Cynder barely had to put any effort. The ocean breezes that had filtered over the mountain ranges providing enough wind, and therefore lift, for her to just glide across the sparkling water. Before she knew it, she had pierced through the fog that covered the city in front of her.

Taking in the sight of massive structures that covered the city skyline, it was nearly an overload of information to take in for the purplish-black dragon. People, and all sorts of different size cars, littered the grid-like formation of streets, and was by far the most amount of beings she had ever seen in one place. Where there weren't buildings in roads, hills within the city jutted out, with even taller trees. One hill in particular, had a massive red and white hollow tower on it, that pierced easily through the last remaining clouds. Parks all over the area, both large and small, were full of people lazing around, obviously taking his the sun's rays that had become clearer as the day reached the afternoon. Of course, the huge rectangular park that seemed to fill up the northeastern part of city, appropriately called "Golden Gate Park" was by far the largest she had ever seen as well. On the very western side of the city, a massive beach covered the entire length of it.

Speaking of Golden Gate, directly in front of her was the icon of the city, The Golden Gate Bridge. Its huge presence, in the iconic red that signified one's entrance to the bay, was imposing to say the least.

This place sure seemed to obsess with bridges.

Flying high above the bridge, Cynder headed further north. Eventually, the traces of society became more and more scarce, as the trees grew taller, before reaching a valley at the very north of the bay.

The elders would've loved this area the most. As far as the eye could see, vineyards of all different sizes covered the valley and slow rolling hills surrounding it. Many shallow rivers also seemed to flow throughout the area, all emptying into the bay itself. To her surprise, there were many farms full of sheep in the hillsides as well. Then again, humans were omnivores, they had to get their meat from somewhere.

Overall, this area seemed a lot more historic, with the clusters of buildings only a few stories high, and from what she could see, mostly made with bricks, wood, and clay, not the imposing steels superstructures that had dotted the interior of the bay.

Observing the shadows that covered the ground, Cynder realized she would have to cut short her tour for now, and with another strong flap of her wings, took off back south for her return tour of the eastern side of the bay, before heading back to Kaz's house that had been called her temporary home.

'log (5x - 7) = log (3x - 1)'

It was the sixth and final period for Kaz, and also his most dreaded one, Pre-Calculus. He had always been someone who preferred logic-based questions, so actually having to do work and manually solve problems instead of retrieving answers from memory was the worst, no matter how lazy he sounded.

His day overall had gone pretty well if he had to be honest. He and his gang of friends spent most of their lunch discussing the latest sports news and overall what they were planning to do as the school year rapidly came to a close. Of course, Kaz hasn't mentioned the new acquaintance he had made.

They had come to an agreement the previous week to head up to Mount Shasta and the rest of Northern California the upcoming July, "Dudes Trip" as his friend, Reed, had called it. They had already gotten permission to use one of their parent's minivans to head up as well, so now they had to actually get all the materials needed for the two-week trip planned.

'Summer can't come soon enough' Kaz thought.

Finishing up the problem he was working on, Kaz heard the school bell ring, students slowly filing out of the room to take advantage of the rest of their afternoon. Placing his laptop and notebook in his backpack, we slung it over his shoulder and left the room.

"Yo Kaz! We hitting up 7-Eleven and going to the skate park just south, wanna come!" shouted Takuma from across the hall, who was another good friend of his.

"Yeah man! Lemme get my skateboard, I'll meet ya guys at the bike rack!"

If there was one thing that Kaz loved more than sports, it was energy drinks. Call it an unhealthy lifestyle, but the carbonated sweetness he could get for a couple bucks were definitely worth it. He and his friends had a runny argument on whether Monster, Rockstar, Red Bull, or Bang was the superior drink (he personally preferred Red Bull). Additionally, was there anything more teenage than a couple of dudes with energy drinks hitting up a skate park after school? He thought not.

Grabbing his skateboard from front office, and walking over to the skate park, he bumped fists with Reed and Takuma, as well as the other people in their closely-tied friend group, Ross, Alejandro, and Kazuki. Then they got onto their respective skateboards and bikes and went on their way. Both were only a short distance away.

'Cynder will be fine by herself for an extra hour or two' thought Kaz, pushing onto the ground faster and faster to keep up with the bikers in their group.

The sound of metal grinding on medal echoed throughout the mostly empty skate park, the only sign of life being the laughter and conversations of some teenage boys, watching Ross' failed attempts at trying to learn how to do a darkslide. Empty cans and half-eaten chip bags littered the area in which they sat in. The sun was starting to set behind them as well.

"Ross!" yelled out Takuma, leaned back against one of the multitude of raps that littered the park. "You fuckin suck!" eliciting some laughs from the group of boys. All in good humor.

"Bruh, you eat shit just trying to jump with your bike. You ain't got no room to talk." he shouted back, followed by a cheeky smile at him.

Continuing to shoot the shit around, Takuma turned towards Kaz, who was quietly finishing the last of his drink.

"Hey man, you hitting up Nicole's party on Saturday? There's gonna be good drinks I heard" he asked.

He tossed his can towards the trash bin, the crumpled aluminum bouncing off the rim and back onto the pavement.

"Nah man, my folks would kill me. Ya know how they get with tests and shit" he responded, reminding himself that studying wasn't one of the most important things on mind for the most of the boys in the group overall.

"Really man? Its free alcohol, and tons of girls. I saw ya last time when you were drunk off your ass. Nearly hooked up with that one girl wearing the tank-top" Takuma shot back.

"And yet he still probably couldn't fuck his way out of a plastic bag!" shouted Alejandro from behind them.

"Man fuck you Alejandro!" yelled Kaz, Alejandro only laughing in response.

Turning back towards Takuma, he continued; "Nah man but for real, I got tons of stuff on my plate right now. Y'all have a good time."

Before Takuma could further pester him, Reed stood up, grabbing his chrome purple BMX bike that always made the rest of the group physically cringe at.

"Alright guys, I gotta go home before it gets to late, y'all know how much of a shit show it is trying to bike from SF once it gets dark" he stated, the rest of the group mumbling in response. Before long, they had all finished their snacks, and grabbed their skateboards, bikes, and backpacks.

After a short ride back to the station, Kaz split up with his friends as a southbound train rolled into the station.

"Alright guys, don't go too wild. See y'all tomorrow" Kaz shouted at them before getting onto the train, still full of commuters, his friends all waving back at him as the doors.

'Man, I'm lucky to have friends like them' he thought.

Cynder slowly glided down towards the neighborhood that she recalled Kaz's house being in, the afternoon sunset behind her serving to illuminate her way. Sure, the dragon had known the Bay Area was big, but not THAT big, and she hadn't even see most of the area. Her afternoon part of her self-guided tour included flying around mount Diablo and the valley behind it, all the way towards the Santa Cruz mountains in the southwest, and back towards the middle part of the peninsula. Thank goodness for the years of combat having prepared her for long flights like this.

Hell, she didn't care what Kaz thought about her leaving, that had been an experience of a lifetime.

Relieved to see that the front of the house lacked any cars in front of it, signifying that Kaz's parents weren't home, she came to a stop in the green grass of the backyard once more. The fountain had stopped the pouring of water.

It was strangely quiet, besides the woosh of a car passing by on the adjacent street.

Too quiet…

Cynder went wide-eyed. She REALLY had to relieve herself at that moment.

'Alright plants, hopefully you have a strong will to live' Cynder thought, scampering over to the garden bed towards the back of the backyard.

"Yo Cynder! I'm back! Sorry I'm late!" Kaz yelled as he unlocked the front door of the house. Taking off his shoes and throwing his backpack onto his bed and placing his skateboard under his desk, he was surprised that Cynder hadn't responded yet.

"Cynder? Ya home?" Kaz said again, but still no response from the purple and black dragon.

'Eh, she's probably outside in the back or something' he thought. 'I wouldn't want to be cooped up all day in here either', and speak of the devil, as he walked into the kitchen, he hard the back door open to the arrival of the dragon.

"Hey there Cynder!" he said, startling her briefly.

"Oh hey Kaz" Cynder nodded back at him. "Just got back home?"

"Yeah, I was with some friends after school, it was pretty chill. Your day go well?" he responded.

"You could say that..." Cynder said with a smirk.

Thus, Cynder spent the next hour explaining to Kaz about all the places she had visited throughout the day, in which Kaz was more than glad to answer any questions she had about the things she had seen throughout her own tour. Surprisingly, Kaz didn't seem very bothered by the fact she had flown out with the risk of being spotted. "That sounds like a you problem" he had told her in a joking fashion, but overall understood that she had her own life. Sitting on her ass all day wouldn't change anything.

The rest of the evening and night went smoothly for our main characters. Kaz had been able to get Cynder some ribs to munch on, to her delight. Bacon may have still topped the pile, but Kaz's parents sure knew how to prepare meat.

"My compliments to the chef."

From there, Kaz had let Cynder browse over some more books of his, the dragon eager to continue learning as much as she could about the new world she resided in. Continuing to answer questions of hers, he went on to explain farming techniques, animal life, and famous places and events that stretched the globe.

'It's as if I'm being interrogated by my history teacher' he thought.

It also helped that kaz was working on a history assignment for school himself.

Eventually it was time for bed, with Kaz having to finally shut up Cynder's interrogation on him, reminding her that he had to be awake early again.

As Kaz went through his nightly routine in the bathroom, not before being forced by her to explain how modern plumbing worked, Cynder excused herself to snoop around a bit more of his room. From there, she eventually stumbled across the case that contained the game she was featured in. Reading the details that were listed on the front and back of the case, there didn't seem to be much that would serve her any good into revealing things she didn't know.

"'Fantasy Violence, Ages 10 and up' my ass" Cynder grumbled to herself. If only these people knew the real horrors of everything she had to go through. Continuing to read through the backside, Cynder began to wonder, how old exactly was this game? The cover sure seemed to be quite old and weathered. It had obviously seen better days

Then, It was like a ton of bricks had struck her. How could she have been so naive to have not thought of it before. If the developers had made something that correlated to her and Spyro's journey so well, then this couldn't have been made just before she arrived. How long had it been between when she fell unconscious to when she had woken up here.

"Oh hey Cynder, whatcha looking at?" Kaz asked, strolling into the room with his PJ's on. Cynder ignored his question.

"Kaz" she said, her voice slightly cracking. "When was this game released?" she asked.

"Uh, 2008, I think. Why do you ask?"

"Kaz, what year is it right now?" She asked instead.

"Uh, 2019? What forrrrrohshiiiiiiit."

"So, from what i'm figuring out, I was knocked out for over a decade?" Cynder stated.

Kaz failed to come up with an answer, the gravity of the situation falling on him at that moment.

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Over a decade had passed, just like that. Fate had reared its ugly head once again. Cynder must've been presumed dead by everyone she knew. All that time, missing, and yet it had only been a couple of days for her. She couldn't even think, stricken with grief as a few tears rolled from her eyes.

Here she was, the terror of the skies, weak and lost. She was hopeless, as if the last bits of hope had been extinguished. No sense of time, no sense of home, no sense of her loved one. She was truly alone.

Kaz could only watch with grief on his face as well. He couldn't imagine the inner turmoil going on within Cynder's head at that moment.

"Cynder, we can't make too many assumptions" he tried to reason, kneeling down next to her and trying to comfort the dragon, "We can't give up, we still know nothing for certain."

"K-kaz" she turned back around at him, a face threatening to burst unto tears staring back at the boy. "Don't you see? We don't know anything, that's the whole point! I have no idea how I got here, with no idea how to get back home, so FUCK OFF!" she suddenly snarled at him, before slumping the ground.

Kaz knew better than to fight her on the topic, and instead let her cry out her sorrows, but not before stuffing some covers under his door to try to mute the racket she was making. It was actually scary to see someone so confident and brave to be reduced to that. He knew that she needed some time alone.

Kaz lied in his bed for a while, feeling just as sorrowful as the dragon at his bedside did. Even if he always wanted to look at the bright side of things, he knew that he truly had very little of an idea on how to help the grieving dragon's return home. He was only a single person.

Eventually, the whimpers from the dragon stopped.

Silence.

"Kaz?" Cynder whispered out.

"Cynder, I really am sorry. I'm just trying my best" he said.

"I know, I'm sorry."

More silence.

"I'm just, going through a lot right now. I'm sorry for lashing out at you, you didn't do anything wrong" Cynder said a bit louder, raising her head to look at him.

"It's alright Cynder, I understand. I know i'd have felt the same if I was in your situation, it's only natural."

Both of them pondered for a while, before Kaz spoke again.

"Just remember, I may have just met you, but I'll do whatever I can to get you home. Your not alone here."

"..."

"..."

"Thanks, Kaz" Cynder said with half a smile, "I appreciate it".

"That's what friends are for, right?" he responded.

'Friends' Cynder thought.

He really did have the best intentions.

She thought for a little longer.

"I'm honored to be a friend of yours, Kaz" she said back with smile.

Flashback: 11 years earlier

"A new age is beginning" echoed the voice of a large blue dragon, referred to as "The Chronicler".

"With each new age, a worthy dragon is chosen to chronicle the many triumphs, and failures of that age. This has been my duty for many millennia."

Turning away from the book that floated in front of him, he faced another, red-colored dragon.

"And now, Ignitus, I pass this honor to you."

"And...what of Spyro? Is he..."

"Hmm" pondered the older the dragon, "that is the questions, isn't it?"

The Chronicler floated over a new book in front of the pair of elder dragons. "You see, each time a dragon dies, a new page is written in this book."

He paused.

"I've done my best, but I can't find to seem any trace of Spyro."

The Chronicler turned back to Ignitus, a slight smile on his face.

"Good luck Ignitus, may the odds be ever in your favor", and just like that he, disappeared. The formerly red dragon became blue, with the former Chronicler's apparel being transferred onto his body. The change of guard had been completed.

"Well, young dragon...where might you be?"

Ignitus was unbelievably proud of the small purple dragon and what he had been able to achieve. To be able to live up to the expectations put on his small shoulders, he had done everything he had needed to do.

"Wherever you are Spyro, may you get a good rest, you deserve it."

It was only then that new Chronicler thought of Cynder, the young female dragon companion of Spyro, and former monster of Malefor. He had to give her credit in terms of redeeming herself. Heavens know what Spyro would've done without the support of her throughout his journeys.

Speaking of her, where had she gone? Flipping through the book that now belonged to him, he could not find any trace of her either.

Until...he reached a page stuck to another, that he had missed earlier.

Unsticking the page, a strange line of text greeted him.

"80010017 PS3 Error Code. The PS3 system wasn't able to load the game or game data."

"Huh?"

Damn, 5k words for a chapter, I'm impressed. I'm starting to struggle a lot with the fight between too much filler content, and rushing the plot/friendship of Kaz and Cynder. Again. let me know anything you think I could improve and add to the story, and thanks for supporting it!

Also, does anyone know a Beta Reader who could possibly look over my work? Thanks!