A/N I'll be posting one chapter now and another tomorrow afternoon to get back on track. Had to write a book report and ran out of time yesterday. :/
Anyways, for everyone that loves Dragon Age as much as I do... Read, Review, and Enjoy! :)
"It all boiled down to one truth, Darien wasn't normal, and he somehow knew more then he let on. Days passed and he slowly lost more and more support the further he kept his secrets from the group." Varric raises his hand to indicate an interesting note, "Even Leliana and Morrigan were beginning to drift away when he finally sat them all down and told them about Alistair's father, Maric Theirin, the first King of Ferelden after the Orlesian occupation and best friend of Loghain Mac Tir." He watches Cassandra and sees her solid stare acknowledge her knowledge of Ferelden's rulers. He sighs as he remembers the strange way Darien explained it, "He explained this part as, 'Plucking the strings of fate that we all drift upon.' I don't exactly know how he did it, but he convinced them all to head south after day four." He sits up and watches the Seeker intensely, "I apologize Seeker, but I have to ask, Why would you want to hear me recite the Warden's tale? Didn't the Left hand of the Divine herself travel with the Warden?"
Cassandra shifts her weight to the other foot and watches him in silence for a moment, trying to sum up why she thinks she was sent here truly. She opens her mouth to answer and a crashing boom sounds in the distance only to be muffled by the thick stone walls around them. They both look up at the shaking chandelier as the expensive crystals lightly clink against each other. A soldier sporting dark brown and black Seeker plate armor runs inside and hands her a status update. Her dark eyebrows crease in deep thought as she scans it for any outlying problems or issues she needed to attend to. Seeing none she tosses the piece of parchment into the nearby fireplace and turns to the soldier with determination brimming in her eyes, "Hold them off for as long as you can, I require more time to finish my..." She looks over at Varric as he turns his head to try and hear the shouting in the distance. "...interrogation." The soldier nods and salutes her in respect of her command before rushing back out and into the main rooms of the estate.
"Trouble, Seeker?" She turns to look at him as he smirks at her sadly. "Because if time has already ran out I could give you the abridged version."
She shakes her head, "No, I want to hear the whole story, as you said, I must know what happened to the Guardian."
"And Champion." Varric reminds her.
She nods, "And the Champion." She shuts the door and closes the blinds to block out the events transpiring beyond the thick walls.
"Alright, where were we?" Varric taps his chin and hums before snapping his fingers, "Oh right, I was about to update you on the Champion." He clears his throat as she leans against the wall next to the fireplace. "The Champion's group made it to Gwaren like I said and took ship. They sailed north across the Waking Sea, lashed by terrible storms." He raises his hands into the air, "Waves five times the height of the sail and winds that could rip the ship to shreds." He lowers his hands and looks into the fireplace as he remembered how Garrett described that journey. "It rained almost constantly." He leans back to look at her, "Two weeks they spent I that dark hold, packed in with the fearful and the desperate. Disease struck them like an earthquake, killing the weak and starvi-"
"Hold on one moment," She crosses her arms, "What is an 'earthquake'?" She asks in confusion.
Varric smiles, "Oh nothing special, just something Darien used to say to scare the living shit out of the local drunks. I thought it sounded like some sort of spell, but boy was I wrong. Apparently it's when these massive pieces of land under out feet crash into each other in such a forceful way that the ground splits open and the entire land shakes for a few minutes." He shakes his head, "I have enough to worry about without adding 'the ground might split open at any second' to my list."
Cassandra sighs, "Alright, continue. My curiosity has been sated... for now."
"Hmph. Getting back to the tale, disease struck them like and earthquake," He pauses to shake his head, "killing the weak and starving, the old and feeble. By the sixth day less than half of them were still alive. All hope seemed completely lost..." He pauses for dramatic effect. "And then they saw it: Kirkwall, the city of chains. Long ago, it was part of the Imperium, slaves coming from far and wide to work the quarries. I'm sure you know of the Bone Pit's history in particular Seeker." Cassandra nods her head quickly to show she does indeed know the legends of that cursed place. "Now it's a free city." He snorts a laugh, "But I use the word loosely. Sail through those black cliffs and you'll see what the slaves of old saw: the Gallows, welcoming you."
She stops him at the height of her impatience with a quick lunge forwards to shout in his face, "I'm not interested in a history lesson dwarf!"
He holds up his hands in defense, "I was simply painting a picture for you Seeker. The Champion's group have to be shown as desperate for safety as any other refugee in that situation." Cassandra backs off and releases Varric's coat from her iron grasp. He brushes the invisible lint off before continuing, "Anyways, that's where their ship landed with all the rest..."
The squawking of the seagulls overhead wake Carver and Garrett from their slight nap. Garrett looks up worriedly as the crew running the ship up above start shouting to each other in a strange language he can't recognize.
Either we finally made it or they've met up with a slaver's convoy to sell us off as cattle.
He sighs and looks across from him in the dark hold to see his sister and mother leaning against each other in their slumber.
We are so lucky we made it this far. Without Flemeth and, I hate to admit it, Darien we'd have been swallowed up by the darkspawn within a few moments.
Carver yawns next to Garrett and nearly punches him in the face as he stretches, "Watch it Carver, we're sharing space so keep your hands to yourself."
He frowns but ignores Garrett as he goes back to watching Bethany and Leandra like the Hawke he is.
"Well, good, you're finally awake. I was beginning to worry." Aveline comments as she leans against the support pillar in the middle of their section of the hold. Garrett smiles worriedly at her in response.
She chose to stand throughout most of the trip to keep other's comfortable. An admiral decision, if a bit foolish. She's more worn out then all of us combined.
Merely feet away, but eons apart from the rest, Bethany's dreams drift to Darien as they always do when she naps. The authoritative yet comforting way he gave orders, his inability to care whether someone died in front of him or not, the serious toll his last life in the Dalish scarred him... Bethany's lips twitch upwards in her slumber as she relives the first days they trained in the forest...
"Bethany?" She shifts immediately into alertness as she senses her name. She searches the dark hold for threats before a gentle hand rests on her shoulder and she looks up into the sharp blue eyes of her mother, "Come on Bethany, the ship landed! We're here."
Bethany rubs the last bits of sleep from her eyes and jumps up to stretch briefly in a precombat exercise Darien taught her. Touching her fingertips to her ankles and toes while bending her spine just enough to get all the pops out. Afterwards she quickly shakes and combs through her matted and greasy hair with her fingers and grimaces at the terrible smell.
Ooh, I need to bathe... soon...
She sighs in disappointment at her hair as she follows her family and Aveline to the top deck. "Alright, I'm ready. Lets get this over with." She shifts her personal pack around, careful not to knock out the pieces of her staff she and Garrett had to disassemble to avoid suspicion.
At least his was already busted from that second Ogre we encountered. Now he gets a new one and I just get to keep my cheap walking poll from Lothering.
"Get a move on! We haven't got all day!" The Captain shouts from above them. Bethany cringes at his voice.
I really wish Darien was here, he would know how to avoid keeping my 'promise' to the fair captain. I can only dodge his advances so many times before he gets REALLY mad. Oh... where are you Darien?
Bethany covers her head in a sheet and ties it to her robes to look just like the dozen other elderly women that somehow made it through the journey. "I hope this works..." She mutters as she steps up onto the top deck. She looks around only to wince and cover her eyes at the bright light as she follows the unmistakable outline of Garrett.
Just keep walking...
She alters her steps to match a limp a young woman who died after the first week had as she paced the length of the ship. It works as the vigilant Captain simply walks by her as she steps off the landing ramp and onto solid ground. She follows Garrett around the corner and out of sight as they blend into the edge of a large crowd.
Phew... too close. I've really got to watch which promises I make.
She packs the sheet back with her belongings and sighs in relief that they were finally here.
"We finally made it." Garrett breathes in relief as his watchful eye roams the crowd.
Bethany's thin eyebrows crease in worry before she subdues them to show no emotion, "Yes, but for how long?" She asks.
Leandra frowns at her admission, "Bethany, don't say things like that!"
A flash of red hair catch everyone's attention as Aveline turns back from the crowd to address the group, "She's not wrong, they're not letting anyone into the city."
Leandra watches her in shock, "What? That can't be!" She says in dismay.
Aveline points to the crowd, "It's true, look at them all."
They all look over the crowd as best they can to see a row of armed guards holding them back from going any further into the complex.
Carver turns to his mother, "Are we really surprised? Everyone's fleeing the Blight, just as we are."
Bethany looks down sadly, "Darien didn't flee..." She mutters to herself.
Aveline scowls at the sight, "And they would throw us all back to the wolves. Unbelievable."
Garrett smirks tiredly, "I'm only surprised they let us dock."
Leandra pushes to continue on, "We need to find Gamlen. Our family has always been highly regarded in Kirkwall. He can do something. I'm sure of it!"
Bethany sighs, "And if he can't? What will we do then?"
Carver catches her eye and shakes her head in disapproval before turning to Leandra, "Lets hope he received your letter."
"The guards seem to be reporting to that man." Aveline states coolly as she points to a guard in the center of the row. "We should speak with him about entering the city." No-one responds with anything but a nod. The trip was hard on all of them, Aveline the most. The Hawkes lost their life in Lothering, Aveline lost her husband, a life partner, and her love. Nearly nothing is so cruel to compare to losing someone you love so quickly. There wasn't even time to pray for him.
And so they all followed Garrett's lead through the crowd, gently pushing through the dozens if not hundreds of people who came to the city for refuge from the Blight only to be shut out and denied entry. As they approach the wall of guards the leader of the group, a man with pale blond hair and an exhausted look to him steps forwards to stop them, "Get back to the crowd, you lot. Trying to bully your way through won't get you into Kirkwall any faster."
Aveline ignores the man's weary look and speaks up angrily, "But you do intend to let us in?"
The guard huffs out a chuckle, "Ha! We have enough poor of our own in the Free Marches. We don't need you refugees piling up here like a middens heap!"
Garrett speaks next with something he overheard in the crowd, "I heard someone call this fortress the Gallows. Is it a prison?" He barely catches Bethany rolling her eyes out of the corner of his own.
The guard shrugs, "Used to be, back in the Imperial days." He subtly waves to a golden statue of a crying slave in the corner and Garrett turns to observe it. "They kept slaves here until the rebellion. Now the templars run it and use it to lock up mages." Both Garrett and Bethany instantly stiffen. "Guess not much has changed." The guard rubs his head in mild pain from the headache this whole situation was.
Garrett reluctantly continues, "Unfortunately we need to get into the city. There must be someonce in charge we can speak with." He insists.
The guard sighs without opening his eyes, "Yes, yes, always the same story." He looks at them while pointing his thumb behind him and down the dark corridor, "You want in, talk to Captain Ewald. I'm just here to keep you refuse from climbing the walls."
Garrett takes lead and steps down the corridor, weary of the new information that the templars ran this former prison. "Bethany, if it comes to violence just let Carver, Aveline and I handle it. No magic, not here."
Bethany frowns at him, "You don't say? And I was about to toss a fireball into that crowd back there on impulse to quiet down their incessant ramblings." Garrett rolls his eyes in response.
"Tell me, how did your family escape Lothering? Almost everyone who hadn't fled..." Aveline speaks to the group, surprising many of them.
Carver decides to answer her, "My brother. If he wasn't with us. I don't think we'd be here."
Garrett turns his head to look at them with a raised eyebrow, "I'm standing right here. And Darien did more than I ever could on such short notice."
Bethany smiles, "Exactly, Darien pushed us to stay calm under pressure and fight back the darkspawn until we finished packing." She clarifies for Aveline happily, disturbing her a bit by the sudden shift in attitude.
They continue on in silence until they enter a large courtyard that's surprisingly empty for the most part. Garrett looks around at the tapestries and statues of templars in the early Chantry days to cringe at how foreboding and intimidating they are.
"We are not animals you can just coral!" The Champion's group moves towards the large gathering of mercenaries as the Captain of the Guard addresses the issue.
"We're no intention of keeping anyone here, serah. You're all going hack where you came from." Captain Ewald states as calmly as possible.
The leader of the group scowls, "My men and I fought against the Blight. We're heroes!"
Ewald doesn't bat an eyelash, "Deserters you mean, it doesn't matter. Kirkwall has no more room for anyone." He turns to spot Garrett's group as he walks up.
At this point the lead mercenary is livid and shoves his finger in Ewalds face forcefully. "Let us through, you faming blighter! We're not staying in this pit!"
Bethany looks around and sees that every one of the mercenaries were wearing the same plate armor with blank leather coverings.
Strange, not many mercenary companies hide there emblem.
Ewald frowns lazily, "Then get back on you ship and leave. Kirkwall has no more room for refugees." He repeats himself for what seems like the ten thousandth time.
The right hand of the mercenaries speaks up desperately, "The ship's already gone! We paid good coin to get here!"
Ewald simple sighs tiredly, "You and half of Ferelden, There's nothing I can do! The city is full!" Ewald raises his voice for the first time to show he isn't backing down any time soon.
Bethany speaks, "You must be letting some in." Her voice is barely able to stay neutral with all of her pent up emotions from the stress of the situation.
Garrett nods in agreement, "You wouldn't be out here if nobody could enter."
The leader of the mercenaries agrees, "That's right! We're seen you let lots of people through!" He declares angrily.
Ewald rubs his forehead and clarifies, "Citizens and merchants that make it worth our while." He turns to Garrett, "I'll assume that you don't have anymore coin than these gentlemen?" Garrett doesn't answer, but Ewald can see his answer in the silence. "We've been letting you Fereldens in for months." He scowls and turns to address the heavily armed and desperate mercenary company, "You're too late. There's no. More. Room."
Carver jumps up to the front, "But we've got family here!"
Ewald watches the boy tiredly, "I've heard claims like that a thousand times already. Trust me. We'll find some ships to take you all back to Ferelden, eventually."
Bethany scoffs and whispers, "Well that sounds promising."
Ewald doesn't hear, "Until then, you stay here."
Aveline folds her arms defiantly, "Wouldn't you rather we left?"
"If you find our uncle, Gamlen Amell, you might just have a few less refugees bothering you." Garrett reasons smartly.
"Gamlen. I know that name..." He rubs his chin as he remembers the drunken ex-noble.
Carver speaks up hopefully, "He's a nobleman here in the city. Our family has an estate."
Ewald nearly chuckles, "A nobleman? The only Gamlen I know is a weasel that couldn't rub two coppers together." He shrugs with disdain, "He comes back, I'll bring you to him. But I-" He turns as he notices something, "-don't have time to..."
The leader of the company waves his arm angrily, "What? You're going to let them through?" He asks in disbelief.
Bethany takes the chance and pulls her mother back and away from the central area of combat.
"I didn't say anything about-" Ewald is cut off.
"We've been here for four days! They just got here!" The right hand of the company shouts as they reach the breaking point. Garrett, Aveline, and Carver stiffen as they know what might happen.
The leader stomps his foot, "That's it! We're carving our way out of here. Men!"
Before anyone can move, Garrett quickly draws, notches, and fires an arrow into the knee of the mercenary leader. He falls to the ground screaming in intense pain as Aveline forms shield wall to block the knife attacks of two rogues. Carver parries a warriors sword and slices the guy's sword arm clean off with a mighty blow, throwing the mortally wounded man at the feet of his already terrified and desperate brethren. Two turn to run but Garrett puts them down. Aveline takes the confusion in stride and slices her sword through the chest of one rogue while bashing the other with her dead husband's templar shield. "Blight take you!" She shouts in victory as she crushes the staggered rogue's wind pipe via a spin-bash that collides the edge of her shield into the poor woman's neck. She drops to the ground choking before Carver finishes her with a quick be-heading, spraying her blood all over the group of fighters.
Garrett notices something out of the corner of his eye and barely turns to smack the stealthy rogue on the head with his bow. To his surprise Ewald's sword slams through the man's chest from the back, guaranteeing his death as it plunges straight through the aorta. "Hold the line men! Contain them!" He shouts as he yanks his sword out of the dead rogue's back. The last few of the mercenaries die quickly either by sword or arrow as they run away in fear. At the end Ewald sheathes his sword and roughly grabs the still shouting leader with an arrow sticking out of his left knee and yanks him to his feet to bind him. "Unbelievable." He shakes his head as he sees how many died during the fight.
An out of breath guard runs up from the docks, "Captain! Are you alright?"
Ewald shoves the mercenary leader into the arms of two other guards and turns to his second in command, "I am, no thanks to you. Where is everyone? Go find them. I want this kept under control." The guard nods and rushes off to alert the others. Ewald watches as the leader of the company is hauled away before turning to Garrett's group and smiling weakly, "You have my thanks." He inclines his head but stops to think, "Look, I can't get you into the city. It's not my decision, but I'll find your uncle and bring him here. It's the least I can do."
"And so the Champion waited, cramped with all the other refugees in the Gallows, waiting for Uncle Gamlen Amell to show up." Varric waits for any questions from Cassandra this time, getting used to the drill.
She taps her lips in thought before nodding, "That seems viable, and goes with what records we have collected about the refugees here." She frowns, "Though so far I don't see a meaningful connection between the Champion, Guardian, and this Darien character." She rubs her chin curiously in thought.
Varric smiles, "Be patient Seeker, all will be revealed in due time. Now back to the Warden." He sits back and gathers his thoughts.
"Please speed things up, whether you know it or not we're on a time table." She states urgently.
Varric nods sadly in understanding, "Alright, the Warden's group left Denerim after the forth day and traveled south towards the Brecilian Forest. Throughout the first three days Darien spent most of his time studying enchanting with Sandal and working on the smaller components of his custom staff as he gained even more knowledge about the Fade in his sleep..."
Another demon passes by me as I just stand there, a sheep among the wolves of this realm.
"What do you see?" The shade asks beside me.
"Red, blue, purple, black." I respond. Instantly everything ends and my eyes read the script once more as I stomp forwards, stepping through another island to find the city without lights still over me, shaded in the shadow of another string of faded gold. "Curious." I whisper in a strange feeling of comfort and disgust. I raise my arm to let it pass through a cloud of green mist and I'm back at the end. I shake off my disorientation and reach out to touch the red flames burning within the eyes of a kneeling statue, the golden skin of one who once killed the catalysts of Thedas now on display as the beacon of ancient magic. The sights end once more and I can see the blue sky of another illusion above me. The Desire Demon that slips through the fabric of the Fade and break into Thedas to hunt a girl in pigtails, the effigy of the lion roaring in her claws as I see her take shape in the alcove of stone and contained fire. I walk away from it and see the darkened purple veins of a strangled bandit tumble down the hillside to crash against an overturned caravan where a little girl cries in the language of the Elvhen. I only pause for a moment as I read the fear in her eyes and the mercy in her savior's as he carries her into the forest.
"Keep going." I hear the whispers of another walker pushing me forwards when I need to go back.
"Tis impossible!" I blink and look down into darkness just before I fall through the black tar and back into the physical reality of dreams. "Holy crap." I gasp in shock from the experience of time-leaping. I just sit there on the rooted ground as I memorize what I saw.
"Yes, it is amazing, the halls of prophecy." I look up at Pause with fear brimming in my tearful eyes.
"I- I couldn't..." I shake it off as best I can, being so powerful yet also so vulnerable is so disconcerting and terrifying for me.
"Steady your breath, time-leaping takes practice and without being prepared your mind will be lost to the breaks of time." Pause states kindly while picking up a book and shelving it in my growing library for later. "Oh, and thank you again by the way for letting me read your collection. It gets so boring when nothing stays the same."
I shake my head, "Yeah, sure. Does it get better or worse?" He doesn't respond and I have my answer. "Great."
"What did you live?" He asks as I sit down in my comfy chair.
I sigh, "Well... everything seems both clear and muddy at once. I can barely focus on anything."
He laughs, "Yes, you are definitely a Dreamer. Anyone else would only see their past, you experienced more than that." He seems proud, "You saw the future, your ability to Drift across realms adds a certain premonition to your dreams. Your disorientation is evidence of your success."
I rub my pounding head, "I'll take your word for it." I groan in pain, "It feels like my head was sliced in half by a bastard sword!"
Pause stops what he's doing and turns to me, "That is not supposed to happen, what do you see when you close your eyes?"
I blink before shutting them and yelling out in agony as I see the deaths of thousands. I rip my eyelids open and Pause is staring down at me, "You are beyond special Drifter. Your mind is able to sense trickery and block it with ease. I this from your childhood or just a consequence of living through a galactic invasion?"
I cough out from my dry throat and sit up to groan as my head pounds again, "Oh... I think it may be both at this point." I rub my temples to alleviate some of my headache.
"I will research this for our next session. It is time to wake now, goodbye Drifter." I move to look at him and all I see is the landscape of the fade as everything bleeds away.
I jump awake to find I fell asleep at my alchemy station again. I peel my face from the damp pages of my dream journal and magically pull the water from the pages before putting this night's events down for future study.
I have really got to refine my methods...
I finish scribbling Pause's last words in Ancient Tevinter before closing it up and putting it in a secret compartment under my robes.
"Brother, how did your dreams go tonight?" I turn to see Morrigan stepping into my tent with a worried expression.
I turn to her fully on my stool and smile weakly, "It went fine, although I think I might need to weaken the sleeping potion next time. I ended up drooling on my dream journal as I slept."
Her nose curls, "Lovely. Erianne and that fool of a templar Alistair went hunting an hour ago after she failed to wake you."
I run my gloved right hand down my face at forgetting about my other priority of cooking for everyone. "Great, I guess that means we have time to study Mother's Grimoire?"
She smiles and sits down on my new spare stool next to me just as she sets the dark tome of arcane knowledge in front of us and turns to the last few pages. "Here we are." She points at a symbol we decyphered as for the human soul.
I look down the page and smile as there isn't another new symbol for eight lines. "This might lead to us cracking the cypher." Morrigan pulls out the scrying orb I bought for her but instead of just a cloudy glass ball it's interior holds an infinite fractal of crystals that spiral into the center and pulse with an energy I recognize.
"What is that..." I breath as she sets it on the alchemy bench.
She smirks and moves closer to whisper her warm breath into my ear, "A gift for your staff."
I shiver involuntarily at her words, but keep myself from getting lost in the sensation. I freeze as her hand crawls up my thigh, "Your work requires the best equipment don't you agree?"
I place my hand over hers as it starts creeping towards my inner leg, "Sister." Her golden eyes meet mine and I can see a sharp brilliance there. "We cannot do this here..." She smiles at me and I can't help but feel a strange warmth at being the object of her affections. "But I am not against it."
Her smile disappears as she pulls her hand away and slams Mother's Grimoire shut. I watch as she quickly packs it up and starts for the tent flap, "Goodbye brother, t'would be best if we speak in private later, preferably in my tent."
And she's gone.
I huff a laugh and shake my head at her strange idea of courtship.
She definitely knows how to keep you wanting I'll give her that much.
I turn back to my alchemy and see the orb still sitting there swirling with the rarest form of energy you could power your staff with. I grasp the orb and the crystals vaporize as they swirl with a permanent mass of fade crystals in the center of the cyclone. I pull a wisp of the fade energy out of the orb and it glows green as it pulls just enough energy from the fade crystal to replace it. I grin at the marvelous object, "Oh this is absolutely perfect." I pull over a satchel from the corner and pull out the pieces of enchanted metal and wood that made up my unfinished staff. "Ok, lets see here..." I draw a finger around the fist of twisted wood at the top component of my staff and the eight wooded fingers unwrap to allow the orb to sit in place at its palm. I whisper, "Horeli perol..." and the fingers curl around the orb to form a perfect catalyst to the pure energy of the Fade. I smile as the crystals form branching chains to match the twisted wood grasping it. "Beautiful." I reach over and take the unfinished butt of my staff. I take an enchanted magnification rod Sandal helped me with and drop it into the base before sealing it shut with another glyph. Lastly I attach both sections around the center that holds the ice core of Wintersbreath as an amplifier and dress it in a layer of drakeskin Wade let me keep.
A craftsman's work is only as good as the smallest component...
Grasping my staff I step outside to test it out by the main campfire. I swing it around my person, finding it perfectly balanced with just enough weight to allow it to sit in my hands easily. Next I focus on the central core of it and funnel the fade energy through the ice core. I frown as it resists the transference of energy and I intensify the amount to see if it simply needs a higher conversion factor. The orb flares with fade energy and tosses it out to latch onto the closest mirror source of energy, the campfire. Bursts of fade flames shoot up into the sky to explode like small fireworks. It would have looks so beautiful if it hadn't also set fire to half of the campsite. "Son of a Whore!" I toss my staff into it's place on my back and rush around frantically putting out fires as everyone jumps out of their tents at the ready since it sounds and looks like something just attacked us. I look up and see Alistair's tent engulfed in fade flames.
Erianne is going to kill me!
"By the Maker what happened out here?!" I cringe as Erianne runs out of the forest looking beyond enraged, her hair still smoldering from when it caught fire a few moments ago.
A/N Here we are, chapter 20. I didn't think it would take this long to get to it. Honestly I wanted to be at chapter 30 at this point in time, but life got in the way...
For those of you that read Scorpio's Legacy I'm still working on the chapters, just really slowly. ie It's taken me two weeks to get half a chapter done. :/
Lastly, make sure to hold a door open for someone today. It really helps people think that someone cares for them. :) And who knows? Maybe that kind gesture will spark a chain reaction that allows someone to donate food or even decide to actually run that marathon for cancer they've been trying to get the courage to participate in!
Have a great day everyone! :)
