Hey guys! Here's the next chapter for Once Upon a Disney-Talia with PocahontasxEngland :) I hope you like this chapter :)
So, this story might be very long with many parts in it, so I was wondering if you guys want to start a new Disney-Talia story while still continuing the parts, or do you want to read it in order?
Example: continue with having Chapter 1: Pocahontas part 1, Chapter 2: Pocahontas part 2, Chapter 3: Pocahontas part 3,...
OR Chapter 2: Pocahontas part 2, Chapter 3: Cinderella part 1, Chapter 4: Pocahontas part 3, ...
Pocahontas and Nakoma
"Another day, another failure, huh Pocahontas?" Nakoma sighs as she place her hands on her chin out of boredom. Yesterday, the mysterious Englishman did not go out of Jamestown, which puts Pocahontas in the centre of nags from Nakoma. Today, the two friends are watching over Jamestown once more in the bright morning. "I can't believe we spent all of yesterday tracking that guy, and we don't even know when he's coming out!"
"I know, I know, and I am very sorry for yesterday… but… I need to know…" Pocahontas says followed by a desperate sigh. Nakoma gives her friend another sigh.
"Fine... But only for two hours, after that, we're leaving okay-?" Before she could continue her sentence, Pocahontas gives her a big hug full of happiness.
"Thank you, thank you, Nakoma!" Pocahontas giggles at her friend, almost wanting to hug her again. With that, the two friends set out to Jamestown once more in search for the mysterious man named Arthur Kirkland. But, little did they know that a certain father is watching them aimlessly in the shadows.
Jamestown
"It's alright, it's alright my good boy! I understand how tired you were from yesterday's trip," the mayor smiles at the apologetic Arthur, whom completely forgot the diner he was invited to yesterday. Apparently, his nap raged out of control, and he wounds up sleeping for ten hours instead. When he found himself waking up at 6 am, still wearing his outdoor clothes, Arthur was alarmed at the forgotten promise and immediately rushed to the mayor.
"Are you sure, is there anything else I could do to make up for my mishap...?" Arthur asks with concern.
"No need at all my lad, we were the ones who didn't wake you up on purpose," the mayor chuckles once again. "Plus, did you enjoy your sleep and breakfast?" Arthur looks at him, dumbfounded. He was in such a hurry to change and apologise that he forgot to eat breakfast.
"Erm, I completely forgot to eat breakfast, very sorry mayor..." The Englishman sighs again.
"Marvellous then! Why don't you have breakfast with us? What do you say, Sir Kirkland?" The mayor asks enthusiastically. In this situation, there is no way that Arthur would be able to say no, so instead, he happily nods at the offer.
It's been about thirty minutes since they started eating breakfast in the mayor's home, and Arthur seems to have the time of his life conversing with the wife about his new book. They were a very joyous family, the type who wouldn't stop talking; from personal life to. The table has approximately six chairs, one for the mayor, one for Arthur, one for the mayor's wife, and three for their children. Between their conversation, the mayor asks Arthur a question.
"Arthur my boy, where are you off to today?"
"I think I'll be out exploring the colony for a couple of hours, then head back here to do some businesses involving the economy of this town," Arthur explains to the family.
"Outside the gates of Jamestown, my dear? Well what about the Indians there?" The mayor's wife asks with a worried tone.
"Yes old chap, you should watch out for the Indians here, they are savages! Wish John Smith was hear to help us out," the mayor states.
"I have heard good things when John Smith was here... Maybe if it's for the colony, I might try to bring peace with them," Arthur said.
"Oh, you shouldn't my dear, they might come and attack you! We don't want that now do we, especially when you are the right hand man of King James himself," the wife rubs Arthur's hand with a worried expression.
"I don't think that will happen, mum. Not when Pocahontas is still here," the youngest member of the family, a seven year old girl, says with a smile.
"Pocahontas..." Arthur mumbles with little confusion at the girls name. It's not like he doesn't know it, for the mayor had told him about her yesterday, but the name seems awfully familiar to him for some unknown reason.
"Yep, old chap, the girl I told you about yesterday. But if you mind me, I don't quite trust her much!" The mayor huffs as he crosses his arms.
"I don't know why you hate her, daddy, she has such a lovely voice!" The young girl grins at her father. Suddenly, Arthur's eyes widens upon remembering why the girl's name is so significant. I... I need to find her... And soon...Arthur thought in desperation.
"Do you think... she will allow me to converse with her?" Apparently, Arthur's question erupted an orchestra of gasps around the room.
"Oh, you shouldn't try, Sir Arthur, it's far to dangerous!" The mayor cries at the Englishman. Arthur grimace at the answer, but he knows that he needs to see Pocahontas immediately for reasons unknown to the family.
"It will be alright, mayor, I can protect myself. And I have questions to ask Pocahontas regarding John and myself, so I best be going. Thank you very much for the delightful meal," Arthur concludes. Just before he could exit the house, the mayor's wife stops him on his tracks. She then hands him a small bag filled with bread and other stale food.
"We can't stop you anymore, am I right my child?" She sighs. Arthur gives her another smile as he takes the bag and walks out of the house. Frantically, the mayor follows the young Englishman outside of his own house towards the stables back in the inn.
"Sir Kirkland, please, you must reconsider the dangerous environment outside of Jamestown! If you are injured here, his majesty would surely be angry!" He frantically says with worry.
"It will be fine, I promise. I will be back before sundown, safe and sound, mayor, don't worry," Arthur nods at the mayor before jumping onto his horse with the food bag and his other necessities strapped on the sides. "I will be off now, thank you again." With that, the young Englishman rides out of the comfort of Jamestown and into the dangerous of the woods. Left behind, the mayor could do nothing but slump his shoulders at the failed attempt to stop him. Instead of a staying in a defeated position much longer, he goes up to a guard and whispers in his ears.
"If Sir Kirkland does not come back before sunset, then we must wage a war against the Indians! Listen, Sir Arthur Kirkland is the favourite of the royal family, and his reputation proves as one of the faces of the kingdom itself! If he's gone or hurt, not only the royal family, but the people will be angry at us! And then... there's his family... and probably most of all, his mother..."
Unfortunately, in this very moment, the Indians said the same thing, as they begin to mobilise in order to protect Pocahontas. They overheard the conversation, and they too believe they will not corporate well with the White people.
Pocahontas and Nakoma
"Are we there yet? I think we are lost," Pocahontas asks her best friend as she sluggishly follows her from behind. Nakoma immediately gives her a small glare, before looking at the woods.
"Well, I guess this is not where the shortcut we used to take is..." The women place her hands on her hips with part frustration.
"Didn't I tell you that it would be best if we went through the same direction as yesterday?" Pocahontas asks with a slight smirk on her face.
"W-well, that way is longer, and I wanted to take a short cut so we won't have to wait for centuries... Like yesterday," Nakoma sneers at the memories of yesterday's boredom.
"Well, Nakoma, I need to look for this man and ask him about John Smith. It is not like he's going to come out of nowhere and stop right in front of me or anything," just before Nakoma could retort, loud sounds of galloping are heading their way. Out of instinct, the girls quickly hide behind the nearest tree, and stayed there until the galloping stops, which it surprisingly did second later. Curious, Pocahontas slowly turns her head in order to see the rider of the horse. To her surprise, and Nakoma's too, she comes face to face with none other than Arthur Kirkland; the man she's been aimlessly searching for. With the looks of it, Pocahontas could tell that Arthur is lost, nothing different from her current predicament.
"Oh... I think I'm bloody lost..." Arthur sighs to himself as he scratches his head in frustration. He then glances around the forest to see if any natives are following him, and to Pocahontas' relief, he didn't sense any. "Oh well, I guess I'll just sit and relax for a bit before heading back... I can't seem to find her anywhere, and if I get too deep into the woods, I might not be able to get back to Jamestown..." Arthur assessed his situation and found it better to just stay put until a plan pops up from his mind. Without further ado, the young Englishman signals his horse to go a couple of meters North where he finds a small ridge next to a very beautiful waterfall. With a small smile on his face, he gets off his horse and pulls out his personal bag and the food bag he received earlier.
Meanwhile, the two girls watch as Arthur pulls out a red book and leans his back upon a tree. Minutes later, and he did not move an inch from up his previous position. "Okay, he's there, alone, now go!" Nakoma whispers at Pocahontas, who is still unsure about the first move she should make. She then glances at Nakoma with an apologetic face.
"Nakoma, could you please do this small favour for me? Erm... Could you please go to the village and stay there, and if my father asks where I am, please oh please don't tell him that I'm close to another white man! He'll be furious..." Pocahontas pleads in whispers at her friend, whom did not complain at the task at all.
"You just don't want to get interrupted, right? Especially when you don't even have a plan of action..." Nakoma smirks. "But fine, I will, but don't expect me to do this every day, okay?" Nakoma gives her friend a small hug before leaving her and her animal companions behind with Arthur in the distance.
"Okay... So... How should I do this...?" Pocahontas bites her lower lip as she looks at her animal companions, who shrugs at her with the same confused faces. Pocahontas then sighs at herself before staring at the man before her. From far away, she couldn't tell much about the man except for the fact that he is rich-looking. She could tell that the man has the brightest, dirty, and unruly blond hair on his head. His eyebrows are sort of thick, thicker than the usual thickness of an eyebrow. What intrigues her the most is his body and eyes. Unlike John or the majority of men in her tribe and Jamestown, he is not tall and all-muscle. To her, he seems small, thin, and fragile; in order words, he looks weak, but unusually, soft and warm. The other physical attribute that attracted Pocahontas again are his eyes. The way they are a deep emerald colour, and the warm, caring, and deep feeling it emits captivates her. It's undoubtably as if she's staring at a beautiful spirit with emerald eyes, soft blond hair, and the thinnest of body. What a very strange man... How can he look like a beautiful spirit...? Pocahontas asks, as she finds herself entranced in the man's beauty.
"I should do something now, isn't that right, Meeko?" Pocahontas turns to ask her raccoon friend, only to see nothing but plain ground before her. She then begins to panic and search the perimeter to find her lost friend. To her dismay, she sees the raccoon running towards something that looks to be a small cream sac... Right next to Arthur. The raccoon first sniffs at the sac before smiling and licking his lips.
"Wait, Meeko," Pocahontas whispers his name as quietly as she could in order to not disturb the Englishman. But instead of listening to her, the raccoon graves her a small smile before burying into the sac. He then pulls out what seems to be a loaf of bread and biscuits. To Pocahontas' dismay, Meeko began eating the biscuit first, allowing the loud crunching sound echo the whole forest.
"W-what the..." As expected, Meeko turns to his left to find himself having eye contact with a pair of emerald eyes. The cheeky raccoon gives the Englishman a smile before, unfortunately, runs towards the tree that Pocahontas is hiding behind. The Englishman's eyes follows the trail of the raccoon towards the tree. He squints his eyes more to find an extremely lighter shade of brown from the corners of the tree. Arthur's eyes widens at the realisation of the sudden visitor. He quickly place his book on the ground and carefully clutch his sword tight on his belt.
"Who's there..." Arthur asks, taking smaller and slower steps towards the tree. Meanwhile, behind the tree, Pocahontas clutches her animal friends tight on her body as she stands absolutely still, holding her breath. She prays that Arthur wouldn't be able to find her, but at the same time, she prays that she could talk to him. Unfortunately, the wind spirits follow her second wish, for a gust of powerful wind blows upon Pocahontas, allowing her beautiful black hair to dance. This exposed the young maiden's hideout.
"Huh..." Arthur says as he stares at the clump of hair mysteriously and walks towards the right to see where it's coming from. Once he arrives next to the tree, he immediately turns to his right, to find a pair of dark brown eyes and light brown skin. Both of them stare at each other for a second, until screams of shock brake the stares. Amongst the scream, Pocahontas drops all her animal friends down in order to allow them to run away first before her, but at the same time, Arthur tries to unsheathe his sword. This was a big mistake since the two were only a couple of millimetres apart, thus allowing the sword case to bump on Pocahontas' leg, which disrupts the balance she has. Instead of turning around like her mind instructed her to do, she falls forward onto Arthur, who also couldn't quickly react to the sudden course of action and falls down with her.
"Aaaahhh!" The two gasps. A thud then echoes the forest and a pile of twigs scatter at the area of the cold ground. Seconds after, Pocahontas carefully lifts her body up from the fall, shaking the dirt off her hair at the meantime. Upon opening her eyes, she meets the face of the Englishman just centimetres away from her's. Arthur's eyes flutter open to meet the native's eyes as well. The two then find themselves entranced at each other's faces in a very awkward position. Pocahontas' right arm is near Arthur's head, and her left arm near his shoulder. One of her knee is between Arthur's legs, and the other outside. Arthur, in the meantime, has his legs slightly bent, and his arms scattered on the floor.
For a moment, time halted for them. Only the sound of the wind spirits danced around the little scene before them, flowing their hair through the choreography of the wind. It was not until a minute later when the two realise their embarrassing position. Though, fate has it, the moment when the two tries to get up, they bump each other's forehead, giving them another bruise to remember.
"Ow!" Both said at the same time while rubbing their poor heads. Surprisingly, the head bump allow them to separate from each other into a sitting position. Once they finished trying to heal their fore heads, they look at each other one more time, this time, with silence and confusion. Pocahontas was the first to break the silence as she gets up from her sitting position. She then walks up to Arthur and offers him a hand.
"Oh... Thank you," Arthur nods and accepts the offer.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault..." Pocahontas says with an apologetic look. The two stare at each other awkwardly for a moment.
"Erm... You seem to act awfully normal towards... me," Arthur comments to break the silence barrier.
"Is there a reason why I should not?" Pocahontas asks, puzzled.
"Well, I thought you were going to act defensive towards me... After all, my people and your people don't get along," Arthur explains to the woman.
"Yes, that is true ever since your arrival, but I would not act defensive towards you. I know that there are some kind ones in your...people," she replies sincerely. She then glances down to Arthur's sword. "Though, you did try to pull out that object over there..."
"Well, you did scare the life out of me with that scream... And this is a sword," Arthur explains as he unsheathe the sword. Pocahontas gives him wide eyes as she stares upon the detailed carving at the handle of the sword. Arthur, with her dismay, draws his sword back to its cover.
"Why do you not carry those metal sparks?" She asks with curiosity. So far, many of the White people she had ventured wielded guns, so it surprised her to see such an unfamiliar weapon and no gun. It took Arthur a while to know what she meant by 'metal fireworks'.
"Oh, you mean a gun? I don't carry guns, my sword is enough," Arthur replies. Pocahontas then begins to walk around Arthur, inspecting him strangely from head to toe. Arthur, meanwhile, feels a bit awkward, yet confused at the reason for being inspected. Once she finished, she then stands up straight.
"You are different from... Others... Very different," she deduced.
"Pardon?" Arthur asks with utter confusion.
"You have the same colour hair, but a bit darker, and the colour of your eyes are very... Unique and beautiful..." Arthur blushes upon the comment.
"E-erm... But most of my people have similar colour to mine, it's not very special..." He mutters back. Pocahontas shakes her head.
"It's not just that... You're also small compared to many men, and you are very handsome. But... There is also something that I find... Interesting..." She squints her eyes to get a better look at Arthur, who's just embarrassed at getting compliments from a woman he doesn't even know.
"Ahem... May I know your name... Miss..." He just wanted to end the awkward compliments.
"Oh, I am sorry... My name is Pocahontas, of the Powhatan tribe" she gives the Englishman a smile, whom looks at her in a shocked expression.
"Y-you're Pocahontas? Then you must know John," Arthur asks with a stutter.
"You know John Smith? Oh how is he doing? I hope he is feeling well," Pocahontas immediately changes to a worried tone.
"Yes, he is a friend of mine. My name is Arthur Kirkland, nice to meet you Pocahontas. I came to the forest looking for you. I need to talk to you about-"
"John? Do you need to talk to me about John?" Pocahontas cuts in, showing her desperation for her lover.
"Erm, well, that too. If you would like to know, he is doing better than expected... But..." Arthur trails off a bit with a worried look. The young maiden stares at him with wide eyes, waiting for the continued sentence. "He's... convicted as a criminal, and there's going to be a court sentence for him for defying the crown."
"W-what... Could you please explain further..." Pocahontas asks, and from the sound of her tone, she sounds extremely paranoid.
"Well, because for the unknown reason of his wound and Mister Radcliffe's capture, his majesty, King James, is not pleased with the failure to find gold and settle in Jamestown. This is probably why you don't see many immigrants right after of John's departure. Many immigrants came two months after under the leadership of Radcliffe. The reason that I came here is to investigate the truth between the three of you." Arthur explains slowly so Pocahontas could understand.
"Oh... So, what is going to happen to him?" She asks.
"He is going to recover, then prove that he is not guilty. If he doesn't, then he will be in jail for ten or so years at maximum. But if he angers the king or the court even more, he might have... A death penalty..." Arthur says with a frown. This time, Pocahontas falls on her knees to the ground. She is utmost devastated from the news, and seeing as she lived on the other side of the world, she can't do anything. Arthur, feeling a tint of guilt in him, bends down to his knees. "If you tell me what happened, then I might have a way to help..."
"Okay... I will..." Pocahontas then starts telling Arthur everything; from the moment she met John, to the second the gun shoots him. It was painful to tell about the ending, but if she ever wants to see John again, she must. Once she finishes her story, Arthur gets up from his spot and pulls her up gently with him.
"This story is similar to John's and his crew, so they are not making things up, as suspected," Arthur concludes to Pocahontas. "I have a way to prove John's innocence, but it may not be easy..."
"Please tell me how you are going to do that! I need to know!" The young maiden pleads at the young man, who frowns at her in return.
"It's not going to be easy, and it will not happen straight away, but here's what you can do, love; write a letter to the King explaining the whole story. It might not be able to reach him in time, but if I place my name at the envelop, it will reach in a day or two-" before Arthur could finish his sentence, he finds himself being hugged tightly by Pocahontas.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" She lightly squeals. She then pulls her head out to look at Arthur, who's blushing with part embarrassment at the hug. Pocahontas pulls away from him with a questionable look. "Did I do something wrong? Why are you all red on the face?"
Arthur places his hand in front of his mouth and darts his eyes away from Pocahontas. But then, the next words coming out of Pocahontas's mouth shocks him. "Erm... But... How do I do this 'write' thing that you mentioned...?"
"W-what? Yo-you don't know how to write?" Arthur says in shock. He then remembers and sighs to himself. "When you agreed to my plan, I thought that you would be able to write, but it turns out... You don't... Well, it is inevitable..."
"Are you implying that I could not write because I am an 'Indian'? That I'm not civilised?" Pocahontas is a bit furious at this statement. She then crosses her arms and stares at Arthur, who doesn't know why she's mad.
"Huh? Of course," he says bluntly. This angers Pocahontas even more.
"Well, I am sorry that I am a 'savage' for not being able to 'write'," she states with a frown. I thought he was nicer... She sadly thought to herself.
"Wait-what? I never called you a savage or anything of the sort," Pocahontas turns around and stares at Arthur with a shocking expression. "You are completely mistaken at what I'm trying to say! I thought you out of all people wouldn't judge others like that... Hmph, you did sing that really misleading song!"
"Wh-what misleading song...?" She asks.
"John told me a song you sang to him... I think it's about the colours of the wind or something... But it's very misleading. You're targeting that song to the White people, right?" He asks grumpily.
"I'm targeting that song to those who judges something based on their appearance, that's all," she states, targeting him back.
"Okay then, but aren't you one of those people?" He questions with crossed arms. She looks at him, puzzled.
"Wh-what are you saying? Are you stating that I am targeting my song to others as well as myself? That doesn't sound right at all!" She counters back.
"Then, what do you know about the 'white people'?" He argues.
"Well, not all of them, but some of them took my people's land without asking, some are greedy, some hate my people, and some use violence to obtain what they believe should be theirs," she counters, getting frustrated by the second. Arthur then takes a couple of seconds to let that sink in, before opening his mouth once more.
"Aren't you also describing about you and your people? Let's start from that beginning; you took land from the forest creatures here, you are all greedy for your own achievements, which includes trying to survive, the majority of your people hate my people, and you achieve taking bigger lands through violence on other tribes... Am I right?" Pocahontas frowns with guilt at Arthur's explanation, admitting to herself that his point is also right. She then realises that she does not know the White people fully, and she shouldn't make those speculations. Arthur looks at her guilty expression and sighs to himself. "It's not that your lyrics aren't completely wrong, there are obviously some truth in it..."
"Then... As a white person, how would you word it?" She asks sheepishly. Arthur releases his crossed arms and takes deep breaths.
"It's not only to a white person… but to a country, a civilisation," Arthur starts.
"You think I'm an ignorant savage,
And you've never been to many places
I guess it must be so.
But still I cannot see,
If the savage one is me
There is so much that you don't know.
You need to know ..." To Pocahontas's amazement, Arthur's voice is what she would always envisioned a graceful spirit's voice to be; beautiful and angelic. His voice is not like John's at all, it is much softer and more... hypnotic, but in a good way. Even her animal companions gaze upon him as he sings.
"You think you know how to use all your land
The Earth is just a spiritual thing you worship,
But I know every method and cultivations you can use
For your people, for your land, for your country" Arthur sings as he touches a tree with his gentle hands.
"You think the only people are the people
Who live and talk like you,
But if you walk the hardships of a country,
You'll gain views you never knew, you never knew."
"Have you ever heard the capital in a morning day,
Or sing with the workers who worked all day?
Can you gather a whole nation in a couple of years?
Can you sing will with all the voices of the people?
Can you paint with all the colours of your flag?
Can you govern with all the hopes of your people?" He eyes Pocahontas, who's still mesmerised at his singing voice. He then shows Pocahontas the Union Jack button on his chest proudly, then continues to sing.
"Come drive the same streets that your people built,
Come taste the richness of our trade,
Come glance at all the efforts you've done,
And for once, ever wonder how they did."
"The butchers and the lords are my brothers,
The dove and the lion are my friends,
And we are all connected in a country,
In a monarch, a nationalism that never ends." Although she may not fully understand Arthur's difficult words, but Pocahontas fully comprehends the message of the song. She closes her eyes and daydream of a big country with her people living peacefully amongst the White people.
"How high can a country grow?
If you desert it, then you'll surely regret it.
And you'll always hear the cry of victory again.
For whether we are poor or rich,
We need to sing our national anthem proudly,
We need to paint the colours of our flag."
"You can own a country and still,
All you'll own is land until
You can paint with all the colours of your flag." As Arthur finishes, he turns around and bows slowly at Pocahontas, who finds his gesture unusual, yet somewhat... Charming. With her cheeks glowing red, she claps her hands at Arthur's song, her friends echoes her claps behind her.
"Th-that was amazing... You have taught me so much in one song; both about countries and your personality..." She smiles at the lad.
"M-myself?" He asks with confusion. He was positive that he only talked about countries and civilisation, not he himself.
"Yes, I learnt a lot listening to you. I learnt that you have the most angelic voice, and that you enjoy singing. Also, I learnt what people can do... So, your people are from a country, and they do everything for the mother nation?" She explains and asks. Arthur first blushes at the comment of his singing skills.
"Ahem... Well, thank you for that comment, though, I don't sing often... B-but, yes, that's what countries do, and the people who reside in the country does everything for their country and themselves," he replies. Suddenly, a gush of win pushes the two closer to each other, which made Pocahontas understand what the winds are trying to tell her.
"Oh... The winds... They're telling me to get to know you better," she looks around at her surroundings, then looks at Arthur with a smile. To her surprise, she meets Arthur's shocked facial expression instead.
"Y-you also know what they're saying?" He asks her questionably. Pocahontas soon after did the same face, and both stare at each other speechless.
"Y-you know how to speak with the wind, as well?!" She asks.
"Y-yes, of course I do... They have been bugging me since yesterday-"
"Then you must come with me to meet Grandmother Willow!" Pocahontas cuts Arthur's speech and holds his hand tight, before pulling him away from his spot.
"W-wait, what about my horse?" Arthur States, but his cries were futile. Instead of responding to him, Pocahontas whistles to Meeko, whom gives her a quick salute before gathering his other friends to place everything on the horse. Afterwards, the horse, led by them, follows Pocahontas and Arthur, as they dash down the forest with Pocahontas herself being eager, and Arthur struggling to keep up with her forced attitude.
Meanwhile, behind them are a couple of Pocahontas's body guard. After watching their every move the whole time, and partly listening to their conversations, they decide to retreat back to their tribe and tell Powhatan the whole story. It was not only because Grandmother Willow's place is sacred to the Chief's family, but also because Arthur, who kept looking towards their direction every time he spoke. It may not be true, but according to their knowledge, Arthur may know about their secret hideout since the beginning, which was completely unrealistic, due to the fact that they were well camouflage and hiding behind a bunch of trees ten meters away from the two. So the real question is, how does Arthur know of their existence in the area?
So how was it? Good? Bad? Review! :D I'll see you next chapter everyone ;)