Fate
Chapter Three - Mystic Falls...Hasn't Changed at All
Bonnie sat at her desk in her classroom grading papers when a knock came at her door. What surprised her most of all was the blonde that stepped in after the knock. "Caroline!" She jumps to her feets moving around her desk to hug her long lost friend. After the hug she quickly slaps her friends arm in a playful manner, "where the hell have you been the past few years?"
"Here, there, everywhere. I'm sorry I stayed away, and I shouldn't have done that when my adorable godchildren need an aunt to spoil them," Caroline smiles as she takes her oldest friends hand. Bonnie truly hadn't changed a bit after 20 years. Though she looked a little older, the youthfulness in her eyes never faded. "Speaking of which, where are those two angels?"
The older woman sighs as she stands to her feet gathering the stacks of papers and her bag, "Abigail is at dance practice at the moment. Graham just picked Aaron up from daycare, and hopefully he will get dinner cooked before I get home with Abbi." The blonde vampire smiles thinking of the last time she'd seen Bonnie's children.
"Gosh it's been too long. I haven't seen Abbi since right after Aaron was born." Caroline grabs a stack of papers to help her friend as they walk across the once familiar campus towards the offices. "This is Ingrid by the way," she gestures to the redhead that had been silently following the pair since Caroline's arrival. "She and I are...friends," her words give no assurance to any of them that her statement is true, but Bonnie makes no comment of it.
As the three women step into Bonnie's office at Whitmore, the door shuts behind them and they all settle into the various chairs in the small space. "So do you want to tell me why you made an unplanned, unannounced trip back home? I figured when I hadn't heard from you after Aaron was born that you'd left here for good." Bonnie crosses her arms and it's clear to Caroline that she has a lot of explaining to do.
Caroline sucks in a long breath, gathering her thoughts before she embarks on a tale of what the last two decades have been like. "I shouldn't have dropped off the face of the earth. I'm sorry Bon, but when I stepped out of this town for good and truly made a life for myself...it was like taking a breath of fresh air in for the first time in my life." Bonnie's brows arch slightly looking at her immortal friend with confusion, "I guess I should start at the beginning."
STORY TIME
'A few months after Stefan and I ended things, my flight heading to Tokyo somehow got delayed and landed in Tel Aviv, Israel. My plan was to simply spend the night in a hotel and then resume my travels the next day; but the city was so full of life and the supernatural creatures lived in a way I had never experienced. It was beautiful and something told me to not leave. So I didn't.'
'It was like coming home to a place I never knew as home. After a year of traveling back and forth, I relented and bought a place in the city.'
'It wasn't long before I was approached by the leader of the supernatural community there. His name was Cyrus, a vampire of about 600 years old. He was...imposing, and quite scary when he wanted to be. I watched for a few years as he forced his rule upon the innocent, killing whomever he pleased when he pleased.'
'My only option at this point was to keep quiet or leave the city I'd grown to love as my own, and so I chose to ignore the violence. That is until 4 years after I moved there I was approached by a vampire by the name of Ethan, and he introduced me to the underground resistance in the city. The people who were tired of worrying over their children's lives and the next generation's survival.'
'The process was long, grueling, and many people lost their lives, but in the end we built a city free of Cyrus' tyranny. There was this huge battle where all the factions came together from the rebellion and we attacked the estate...a lot of people died that night, and I guess I got lucky enough to deliver the death blow. Somehow because of that night I ended up ruling the supernaturals in that city for the next 7 years.'
'Over the years I travelled back to Mystic Falls to visit, but eventually my ties to my past became a weapon. That's when I decided to disappear, and I did a damn good job at it...except I still had enemies. About three years ago I began receiving letters from someone that calls themselves "The Teacher," and at first it was innocent letters that merely confused me. Then it escalated to people going missing and their bodies showing up piece by piece to my doorstep.'
'Ethan and I did everything we could to keep it quiet, but missing supernaturals were piling up. We were ready to come forward with what we knew, but that's when his messengers attacked the estate. Ingrid and I barely escaped with our lives that day, but Ethan and many of the people there weren't so lucky.'
"So now we're here talking to you, and heading back to Mystic Falls in hopes of laying low for a while. Just until I can figure out what to do or where to go next," Caroline states as the room comes back into focus for her. While telling the brief version of the last decade's events her mind had wandered off to visions of the past.
Her encounters with Ethan, the visits to Mystic Falls, the rebellion's plots and late nights planning in secret. Most importantly, the battle against Cyrus where Caroline had experienced her first death, and a detail she intended to leave out of her stories to Bonnie. There was no way she should have won that fight against Cyrus, the playing field was nowhere near even; and when he shoved a stake through her heart it proved she was right. He'd tossed her body into a pile among the other dead ones, but hours later she'd crawled out of it with her bare hands. Coming for vengeance like a thief in the night, and she did deliver the final blow that killed Cyrus…all because he was so shocked that Caroline Forbes had become the unkillable.
"Caroline! Caroline!" Her friend calls towards the blonde as she snaps her fingers in front of the vampire's face. "Where'd you go?" Bonnie questions as she and Ingrid look concerned at Caroline's far off appearance.
"Sorry, I was just thinking…"
"Well now that you're done, Bonnie here was asking about the letters you said you were getting from this teacher dude." Ingrid pipes up finally relaxing into the atmosphere.
The Bennett witch leans forward watching her friend curiously, "you said that this person called himself the 'Teacher?'"
Caroline shrugs and moves closer to her, "I don't even know if it is a 'he,' but yes HE did refer to himself as the Teacher. Why do you ask?"
"Because I've seen that term a few times in my research of magical creatures…"
Wedding festivities were in full swing as the day approached where Rebekah would no longer be a Mikaelson by name, but instead a Salvatore. She'd never imagined in her millenia of life that she wouldn't be a Mikaelson. After years of lovers coming and going she believed that this form of happiness was simply off the table for her, but life surprises in the most inexplicable ways.
She sits on the couch of the exclusive bridal shop watching as Hayley dotes on Hope in their bridesmaid dresses. Part of her wonders if she would have been this happy a thousand years ago getting married as a human, but that came with the prospect of having children and starting a family. That option was off the table now and so Rebekah made do, and found happiness where she could in life; and that was with Stefan Salvatore.
"Auntie Bex," her nieces voice sounds off in the distance as the room comes back into focus. "Are you alright?"
She smiles at the teenager on the brink of adulthood and takes in all of her delicate features. "Of course, you look lovely Hope." The original looks at her niece in the light dusty pink dress that brushed the floor gently.
Hayley sighs as she looks in the mirror at her reflection, "I'm wearing pink for you Rebekah." She chuckles lightly as the three women smile at each other, "speaking of bridesmaids where's Freya?"
"I'm here, I'm here!" The woman in questions voice sounds as the bell to the front door rings and a frazzled Freya Mikaelson rushes into the bridal shop. "Sorry, Vincent and I were working on some...stuff." The eldest Mikaelson huffs out a heavy breath as she grabs a glass of champagne from nearby.
Everyone lifts up their own glasses to toast to the bride, "uh uh uh not so fast little one." Hayley states as she quickly swipes the glass of alcohol from her daughter's hand.
"Oh come on mom. It's a special occasion, and I'm 18 now."
Hayley rolls her eyes once more holding tightly to the second glass in hand, "yes and it's legal for you to drink in other countries..but not here. Your father may be a little more lenient on special occasions, but sorry sweetie I'm not your dad."
The four women all stand in the bridal shop for the next hour trying on, altering the bridesmaid dresses, and toasting (Hope with sparkling cider) to the new family that would join theirs at the end of next week. Although in the back of Hope's mind the entire time sat the dream that had haunted her for weeks now, and the outcome of the previous night. The mystery blonde that she'd invested so much curiosity and time into had died, and now there was nothing she could do to find her.
"Wait so you've heard of the Teacher before?" Caroline questions as she looks to Bonnie who quickly moves around her office in search of a book among the many on the shelves. The witch remains silent as she mutters under her breath in search of the book, "hello earth to Bonnie. What do you know about this Teacher person?"
"Aha! I found it!" She exclaims happily while rushing back to her desk to brush the dust off the big book. "I read in here years ago when Grams had first told me about being a witch about legends of supernatural creatures. There was a tale - although very short - in here about someone called the Teacher and how he and his 5 students were once the most powerful witches of their time."
"Any other information besides that?" Ingrid questions as she stands back looking from Caroline to the witch she'd recently met.
Bonnie quickly looks up making eye contact with her, "not much unfortunately. They lived around the time of Silas, but their story takes place just after the Other Side was created and the immortality curse was placed on Silas." The Bennett witch sighs heavily as she tries to translate the scribbled writings of whoever wrote the story of the Teacher. "It says here that his 5 students each had unique gifts that had never been seen to witches in that time. The book doesn't go into detail on these gifts though, but it does say that they were more powerful than their teacher...and like any story goes, he didn't like that. Word had gotten out that Quetsya had created the immortality spell for Silas, and the Teacher wanted something of his own like that so he could surpass his students in power. When he was denied his wish by the witch herself he created his own spell, which involved the sacrifice of his 5 accolades to harness their unique abilities for his own. They learned of his plan and made a failsafe that would protect them from death, but ultimately the Teacher slaughtered his students and their power created an entire new realm. In death their spirits travelled to this realm instead of the Other Side and now held the power to watch over and guide the supernatural timeline. Seeing what had become of their former teacher's heart they created a purgatory that would act as a prison just for him for all eternity. Legend has it that the Teacher vowed to escape someday and come for revenge on his students, gaining the immortality and power he deserved."
The room is silent for a few minutes after Bonnie finishes reading the book and closes it quietly. "What does this have to do with me though? I have no connection to this Teacher, but I've received gifts and threats from him for over a year now."
"I don't know Care…" Bonnie's answer was the worst possible one to receive in this moment. Yet it's all that she could offer, and offer honestly. "We'll figure this out though don't worry." She pauses to look at the time on her phone, "it's time to pick up Abigail. Would you two like to come over for dinner tonight? I can call Graham and ask him to set two extra spots at the table."
"Yes we'd love to," Caroline immediately answers as Ingrid looks between the two longtime friends. "I haven't seen the kids in years and it's probably best I bond with them now instead of 10 years down the road when their weird vampire 'aunt' shows up."
Bonnie simply laughs as the three exit her office together and make the drive back to the suburb where she'd settled down in a few years back.
Two hours later the three women sat on the couches in the living room of Bonnie's home. The kids had been tucked into bed and Graham was working in his office space as the ladies each nursed a glass of wine discussing various aspects of their lives.
"You should go though Care," the witch states as she takes another sip of her wine. Caroline avoids her friends stare, but the topic was unavoidable. "I'm going to the wedding, we could go together. Graham is staying here with the kids for the week since I'd rather not introduce my children to the Mikaelson family."
"But it's Stefan's wedding, I can't go to that Bonnie. A decade ago if things hadn't gone the way they had we would've been planning our wedding and inviting people to it. Plus I already told Tyler I wasn't going, so there lies your answer. Caroline Forbes will not set foot in New Orleans anytime soon." The blonde crosses her arms across her chest as she stares at the empty glass of wine on the coffee table.
The witch eyes her blonde friend skeptically, "is this because of Stefan or Klaus?" Caroline's blue eyes snap up to stare at Bonnie with many emotions dripping from her gaze. "Or both," she states after taking in the look the vampire had given her.
"Who is Klaus?" Ingrid pipes in joining the conversation for the first time in a while.
"He's the guy I told you about that tormented all of us two decades ago in Mystic Falls."
"You mean the British dude that killed your other friend...the one who's currently in a magical sleeping coma?" Ingrid looks curiously at the blonde who simply nods in confirmation. "So you two had a thing? And yet he tried to kill and did kill people you care about?"
Caroline rubs her hands across her face in frustration, "yes okay. Klaus has done all of those horrible and terrible things," her voice drifts off as her lips shut tight not daring to continue her sentence further.
"But?" Ingrid looks at Caroline not understanding how the world could be so grey after stepping into the supernatural realm.
"But nothing. He did terrible things, and tried to show me that he cared for me. Made promises about 'last loves' and crap, but still somehow went off and started a family with a werewolf chick." Caroline bites her nail slightly as her knees come up to her chest on the couch.
"You could find out how he's doing at least by going to the wedding." Bonnie states looking at her friend and feeling the conflicting emotions the blonde felt towards the original hybrid. They'd all been there at some point with someone. Even when Elena chose to be with Damon knowing all the things he had done and continued to do, but Klaus had more years of life and more death on his hands. The Bennett witch was quite amused by the fact that the almighty Klaus Mikaelson could show so much emotion when the baby vampire Caroline Forbes was mentioned.
"Can we just not talk about 'he who shall not be named' anymore?" She picks up her wine glass once more and fills it halfway, drinking most of its contents in one gulp. "Let's talk about what the hell I'm gonna wear to this stupid wedding since someone is bound to snap my neck and drag me there before the weekend is over."
Two days after their arrival in Virginia, Caroline and Ingrid had taken several trips between Bonnie's home and the former Forbes home in Mystic Falls. Caroline had lost most of her belongings in the bombing several days prior, and had desperately needed an entire wardrobe of clothes fast. Where better to go than her former closet in Mystic Falls where she'd left most of her belongings after departing the small town almost twenty years ago.
Late in the evening on Caroline's third night in town she calls Bonnie from the front porch of her home. "Alright Bon, I'll go to New Orleans with you. This is my sober confirmation, but we're travelling the way I decide. I came home seeking a place to lay low for a while which means we need to be discreet in our travels."
"You've always been the excessive planner Care, I had no intentions of leaving until you agreed to come with me anyways." Bonnie's voice comes through the phone and the blonde can practically hear the smile in her voice. "We can leave a few days before the wedding so we won't have to spend too much time in the city."
"Sound perfect to me, and Bonnie?"
"Yes Care?"
"Thank you for always taking care of me. I'm sorry it took me so long to come home." Caroline hangs up after that and stares out at the open night sky wondering how much Stefan has changed in the last decade. If he was happy with Rebekah, and she even pondered what Klaus's reaction to her arrival would be.
For so long her home had been in Tel Aviv surrounded by supernatural creatures that respected and feared her all at once. Now she was on the run from the very person that had killed most of those supernaturals. She couldn't help but laugh at how much life had changed in the past week, and deep down Caroline knew that this was just the beginning.
"Are you sure we have everything?" Caroline questions as she stares into the packed trunk of their rental car. The two women stand outside of the airport in Alabama preparing for the 5 hour drive to New Orleans. Caroline taps her foot with her fingers pressed against her lips as she rechecks the mental list of all their belongings.
"Yes Caroline, we've doubled checked everything. All of the bags are here. Now can we please get a move on?" Bonnie states as she grabs the keys out of her friends hand to start the car. "If you don't get in the car now I'll be the one driving and I will purposely get us lost in the middle of nowhere."
The blonde rolls her eyes quickly hopping into the driver's seat before Bonnie could take that place. "Just be glad I agreed to tag along," she smiles over at the witch as she remembers the day when they were both wide eyed teenagers.
An hour into the drive the music had died down to a dull sensation, and the only sound in the car was the occasional huff from Bonnie and the GPS giving Caroline directions. During the car ride the blonde vampire found herself thinking over every possible scenario of what could happen when she walks into the wedding a few days from now. Would she be asked to leave? She and Rebekah were never close friends, and now that she'd broken Stefan's heart years ago there was a high chance neither of them even wanted her there. 'Good,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe I will get kicked out and then I won't have to face anyone from memory lane besides Bonnie.'
Three hours down and two to go. Caroline's palms begin to get clammy as she ponders turning the car around. Bonnie's head lay against the window as she had fallen asleep an hour ago, and once again she had been left to her thoughts. This time her mind flashes back to her last moments with Stefan, when things had gone so terribly wrong.
FLASHBACK
Paris France 2018
"I have to go to him Caroline. He's my brother," Stefan says as he runs his fingers through his hair. The younger Salvatore brother feeling torn in so many ways as the woman he loves begs him not to leave, to choose her first for once; but the duty he feels for her brother weighs heavy on his heart.
Caroline sighs as she sits down on the bed of their apartment in Paris. Her head hangs low and her shoulders sag, "for once I just wish you would choose us. Choose me first, love me enough to stay out of the danger that Damon always gets sucked into." She sucks back tears and hides her face more from Stefan hoping he doesn't see the pre-vampire Caroline bubbling to the surface.
"He's my brother, I can't abandon him. You know that."
"Of course I do Stefan, and it wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't know how this ends." Caroline stands to her feet once more feeling the need to pace the floor and gather her thoughts, but the look in his green eyes only muddles her mind further. "You'll go to him and promise to be back soon, and then a few weeks later I'll get a call that you're going to stay longer. Then I'll have to leave and go back to Mystic Falls because Damon has done something that put you in danger of losing your life, or you have to protect Elena because she's defenseless in the sleeping curse. We can't keep going around this tree Stefan."
The elder vampire moves to block Caroline's path of pacing, "I did choose you Caroline. I chose you when you turned into a vampire to be there for you. I chose you when your mom was dying, and when I was on the run from the Travelers. I gave up everything for you! When you turned off your humanity I followed you into that knowing it could destroy me because I'm a ripper, and I still did it because I love you. I left my brother after he lost the best thing that's ever happened to us. Caroline I left it all behind, my brother and everything I'd known for the last decade to travel the world and be with you."
Her voice comes out so small that he almost doesn't catch it, "but if Damon had needed you or if Elena had somehow decided to come back to you..would you have chosen me? Because I don't know if you would and I don't think you would."
Stefan chuckles darkly as he runs his fingers through his hair and drags his hands down his tired face. "We've been together and travelling for 5 years, and you decide now is the time to say you don't think I love you?"
"You said the best thing that's ever happened to you and Damon...is Elena." He immediately looks up at Caroline knowing where she's going with this. Her voice is soft and her eyes filled with years of building heartache and hurt. "I get it, she was your epic love. I cheered on that love for her for years; and when she moved on to Damon I fought on your side because I had seen how madly in love with Elena you were." Caroline sighs wondering what to do next, but there's no way to turn back now that this conversation's started. "You still love her, and I know a part of you always will. It's Elena - she's my best friend that I've known since childhood, but I can't stand here and pretend that I don't wonder when this could end. When she'll come back and choose you, and then this will be done and I'll be reminded that once again..I'm the second choice."
Caroline lets her words hang in the air as Stefan merely looks around trying to gather his thoughts. Perhaps to find a way out of this argument with their relationship intact. "I need some air," she turns to grab her coat and exits their small apartment.
Just before she walks out Stefan calls out her name. She turns around to see him on one knee with a velvet box in hand. A small sigh comes from her as tears well in her eyes and she bites her bottom lip. "Stefan…" the name leaves her mouth like a breeze; it can't be traced. Swallowing hard, Caroline turns around and leaves the room knowing that when she came back what was left of them would be gone.
An hour after walking the streets of Paris in the evening, Caroline returned to their apartment to find Stefan's car running outfront and several suitcases loaded into the back. Inside when she walks in the door, Stefan is sitting on the couch with his carry-on bag beside him and the ring in front of him. Caroline watches as the iridescent diamond catches the light from nearby, and it's enough to almost make her reconcile..almost. "I've been carrying this thing around Paris for the last two weeks waiting for the right moment, but it just hadn't come yet. And when you were walking out the door earlier, it felt like all I had that could salvage this was this ring. I guess I was wrong," Stefan sighs as he stands to his feets and shrugs his bag over his shoulders. He sets down the ring on the countertop nearby and heads for the door.
Caroline's eyes close as his lips gently meet her cheek, and she briefly registers that this would be their last moment together. The short moment wasn't enough to make her stop him though, "goodbye Caroline."
PRESENT DAY
That was the last time she'd heard from Stefan Salvatore...until news of his engagement to Rebekah. Part of her the day she learned Stefan proposed to Rebekah had been relieved, and yet another mourned the loss of a love that could have been. Just a decade ago Caroline stood in Paris with the opportunity to say yes to Stefan, and instead she turned her back and walked out the door.
She rests her head against the steering wheel of the rental car as she parks in a garage by their hotel. "Care are you ready?" Bonnie puts a gentle hand on her friends arm in concern, knowing just how the blonde was feeling in the moment. They'd finally arrived in New Orleans just 48 hours before the Mikaelson-Salvatore wedding.
"Yeah, I'm as ready as I could ever be." The blonde vampire flashes out of the car and grabs as many bags as she could carry. Hopefully she could make it across the street to the hotel unseen by anyone familiar. "Mission accomplished," Caroline mutters to herself as she sets the numerous bags down in the lobby. She waits for Bonnie by the door as the witch takes a little more time to get from the car to the hotel across the street. "I already checked us in, so load your stuff up and let's get to our room."
The day had finally arrived. After a year of planning, almost three years of rekindling their relationship, and over a millenia of waiting - Rebekah Mikaelson was finally tying the knot. She stands in front of her bathroom mirror after a nice shower, brushing her hair out and humming along to the light music filling the space. Their hair and makeup team should be arriving any minute, and she was jumping in her shoes at the thought that in a few short hours she would be Rebekah Salvatore.
"Knock knock," Freya's voice sounds at the doorway as she and the Hope enter the room. "Happy wedding day," the blonde Mikaelson states as she pulls a cart in behind her. "I brought mimosa's...non-alcoholic for Hope of course." The women laugh lightly at the pout that comes from the youngest Mikaelson lady.
Rebekah quickly takes a glass and downs it in one gulp, "I'm sorry but I can't help but be slightly nervous. After a thousand years of terrible love stories - most of them thwarted by Nik - it seems a little surreal that I'm actually getting married." She sighs and looks down at the gorgeous ring on her finger, and all of her worries fade away in an instant.
"Well put some deodorant on and get ready for a nervous day, because I've got news." Hayley comes barging into the room quickly taking in the mood she'd set, "sorry I don't mean to cause any chaos. I overheard Tyler talking to the guys earlier about his plus one...and apparently he invited Caroline Forbes."
The two women who were familiar with that name immediately look at each other with wide eyes, "um could one of you please enlighten the rest of us on who this 'Caroline Forbes' woman is?" Hope questions as she raises her hand slightly to get her mother and aunt's attention.
"She's a vampire, very young and Nik had an obsession with her for a time about twenty years ago. Before Stefan came to New Orleans he'd spent 5 years in a relationship with Caroline, they'd travelled the world together...and he proposed to her as well, but she walked away from him. He was heartbroken when I first saw him after that. Why would Tyler invite her in the first place when everyone knows what went down between them?" Rebekah questions as her mind runs a million miles a minute. If Caroline showed up at her wedding what could that mean for her family?
The bride shakes off her nervousness and reminds herself that Caroline chose to walk away from Stefan, and that she was the one marrying him today. The blonde baby vampire was nothing but a memory and a stepping stone that brought Stefan back to her after over a century apart.
"Don't worry about anyone else, this is your big day Rebekah. If anyone tries to make a scene I'll have them thrown out," Hayley states as she makes herself a mimosa and prepares to be primped by the incoming team of makeup and hair artists.
Several hours later, everyone was dressed and ready to go. The staff were helping to seat people in the Mikaelson compound that had been decorated for Rebekah's wedding to her taste. As Hayley stood on the second floor balcony space overlooking the incoming guests she remembered her own wedding to Jackson all those years ago. A sigh escapes as she mourns the loss of her husband for a moment, and as if he senses it Elijah comes to rest his hand on her waist.
"He would be proud of you," Elijah mutters into her ear as his arms come to wrap around the hybrid. "I also would like to believe that he is at peace somewhere." Jackson Kenner was not a frequent topic between the pair, but today all of the memories from years ago came rushing back to the surface for the pair.
Hayley turns around to face the original, "we should get downstairs I think they're going to start soon." She plants a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips and the pair make their way downstairs to greet the remaining guests and get in place for the wedding procession.
Everything was perfect. The lighting, the music, the vows, and even the pink bridesmaid dresses - and somehow Klaus managed to be on his best behavior in front of Damon Salvatore and the Mystic Falls gang. Out of the corner of his eye though during the ceremony his eyes meet hers for the first time in decades.
She's beautiful, moreso than the last time they'd encountered each other. Her blonde hair slightly longer than he remembered, and the blue dress she wore hugged her body in ways pleasant to anyone looking at her. The Bennett witch sat beside her looking between the two as their eyes met, but Klaus's attention was diverted back to his little sister as she and Stefan continued with the ceremony.
Someone else had caught the encounter between Klaus and Caroline though, but she didn't know her name was Caroline. Hope's eyes grew wider by the second as she watched the encounter between the blonde woman and her dad, the same woman she'd been dreaming of for months now. The blonde vampire that had supposedly died a week ago, and was now sitting in her home like nothing had happened.
Here is chapter three! I'm so glad to see reviews, follows, etc. I didn't think my writing was great but I really just wanted to get it out there...and stop being a chicken about it. Anyways, I've written about the first 5 and a half chapters and am working on editing those now, and that means updating for the next few days will be pretty regular. After that it might be a few days to a week between updates just depending on how my schedule works out, but I'm hoping to get this written in a timely manner so you guys can keep reading.
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