Ohayo everyone, here we are with the third chapter.

truth be told but i don't really like this chapter, it was hard to write and i don't really don't think its up to standard.

i don't think my beta reader likes it that much either, but when you spend a week writing and continously fixing it up, you get tired of it.

hopefully the next one will be better.

but other than that, and on a more cherrful note i'm going to tell you just how much my brother is willing to humiliate himself (translation, i'm to tell you what he's wearing for supanova, which for people who don't know what it is ,its a convention in Australia)

the first day, since we're going for two days, is a soviet uniform with a gasmask, but that oviously, is not the humiliating one.

for the second day, and i'm not making this up, he's really going to do this, he's going to wear aforementioned gasmask with my sister blue wig, and my lolita dress (yes, my brother is going to cross at nova, in the middle of hundreds of people, wearing a dress that clearly shows his extremely hairly legs)

but you know what the funny thing is.

that will be the third time he's crossdressed (he's not gay or anything just so you know, just an extremely big idiot not beyond completely humiliating himself)

Disclaimer: i do not own ffxiii

Lights in the sky

Still half asleep in her bed, Serah woke up to the sound of footsteps sounding off near her bedroom. Muffled noises of people talking soon followed them, but from where she was and the state of her half asleep mind, the content of the conversation was lost on her. Rolling over so that her back faced the door she tried to fall back asleep, she was too tired right now to care about other people's conversations. But her attempt at sleeping was cut short when one of the people outside of her door opened it and shook her awake, fully rousing her from her sleep.

"Mum, mum, wake up! Sazh says he needs to talk to you."

"Mhmm, what?" Serah questioned, not willing to wake up while she was still so tired.

"I said Sazh needs to talk to you." Pulling the covers from the bed, the offender stated in a voice stronger than before, "and NOW, he said it's urgent."

It took all of two seconds to realise that the girl currently holding her bed cover away from her was Claire, the only one of her children brave enough to steal their own mother's doona while she was still sleeping.

'Wish she wasn't, I still want to sleep,' Serah thought grudgingly while getting up from the bed. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she rubbed sleep from her eyes and stared up at the girl now leaning her back against the wall at the head of the bed.

"Do you know why he wants to talk to me exactly?"

Claire shook her head answering, "No, someone just pulled me up just then and told me, so my guess is as good as yours."

Rubbing the last of the sleep out of her eyes, Serah stood up from the bed and walked to the far side of the room opposite to the door and pulled on some more decent clothes than the nightie she currently wore. Walking back over to Claire she resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be getting any more sleep and told her, "Guess I better go and see what he wants, then."

Serah walked through the open door with Claire following close behind. Turning to face her daughter she questioned, "Do you know where Sazh is by any chance?"

Claire nodded and told her almost hesitantly, "Last I heard, he was in the military's planning room."

Serah bit her lip at those words, understanding her daughter's hesitation. Any urgent news that came from any military controlled quarters was never good news.

Ending their conversation they began to move though the safe house's cold earthen halls towards the military quarters, where they would find the planning room and Sazh along with it. After a while of weaving through the countless halls and passageways, the two of them came across a large and obviously locked metal door. Serah walked up to it and pounded on the surface of the door, stepping back to await a response from the other side. The response was the sound someone's voice floating through the door and asking, "Who is it?"

"It's Serah Farron, I'm looking for Sazh Katzroy. I was told he was here" Serah answered the person clearly. The sound of murmuring could be heard from the other side of the door before the metal monstrosity was opened and both girls were let inside.

The soldier inside nodded to them quickly and said, "He's in the planning room."

Serah gave him a quick nod in return, despite the fact that he was only reaffirming information they'd already known. Continuing on through the military quarters Serah and Claire headed along a known path towards the planning room. It didn't take them long to find the large rectangular shaped room and step inside.

Serah was greeting with the usual sight of bookshelves upon bookshelves covering the walls and the decently-sized, long table in the centre of the room. Surrounding the long table were a number of men and a handful of women, looking over what Serah guessed to be battle plans. Stepping closer to the room's middle they were quickly spotted by Sazh, who in turn strode over to them looking awfully worried. Walking forward to meet him, Serah raised the question, "Why did you want to see me right now Sazh? I was sleeping when Claire woke me up."

Sazh himself didn't seem all that affected by her previous statement, if not a little sorry that it had been Claire she was woken by.

"Sorry 'bout that, but this news was a little more urgent."

"And what is that now?"

"We've just received news that the military base over at Yaschas Massif has been devastated by an attack from Valhallans. The runner who delivered us this news told us that they think the number of people still alive numbers only in the low hundreds," he told her solemnly.

After a brief paused Serah quickly gasped in shock. "But Sazh, Hope was stationed at Yaschas Massif."

Sazh nodded to this with a sad look on his face and, trying to calm Serah down, said, "I know, I know, but we don't have many details of the attack or its aftermath, so we can't be too sure if anything bad has happened to him just yet," he said, dodging one particular word, "so you need to keep faith that he's okay."

Serah nodded gloomily. "Yeah"

This hadn't been good news at all! Sure it wasn't like she expected any from the military but this was horrible, this fact that Hope might not be- Serah quickly silenced the thought, it wasn't something her mind would take kindly to. It would only make her already dampened mental state of the past few days even worse and that wasn't something she wanted. No, she had to keep faith that he was okay, just like Sazh said she should.

Shaking her head clear of the thoughts, Serah focused her attention back on Sazh. "Does Snow know about this yet?" she questioned.

Sazh shook his head. "No, he's up on guard duty, I'm not allowed to call him down here, this would only serve as a distraction. He doesn't need to hear it now anyway."

"I guess you're right," Serah answered. Abruptly turning on her heel she backtracked to the door, pausing and placing her hand on its frame, she told both Sazh and Claire, "I think I'll go back now, okay?"

Sazh gave her a nod in return, not missing the off sound of her voice. After the sound of Serah's footsteps all but disappeared, Claire turned to Sazh and asked ,"Care to explain that nice little response of hers, it was kinda, um, odd?"

Sazh sighed and patted her shoulder, saying, "You'll find that when she gives you a response like that, no matter what the situation, it all links back to your aunt eventually."

"Ah, I could have guessed that."

"Sure you could," Sazh said patting her on the shoulder again and leading them both out of the room.

"Hey, don't say it like I'm an idiot, you know yourself that I'm smarter than you," Claire argued.

"I realise, but that doesn't necessarily mean you have any common sense outside of the battlefield."

Claire, knowing when to quit resigned to mumbling to herself as Sazh leaded them around and out of the military quarters. Once outside and a far bit away from the military quarters, with no one in either direction of them, Claire turned to Sazh and asked, "Hey, just wondering, but," she hesitated, "what do you think were Hope's chances of actually surviving that attack?"

Sazh shrugged."Can't say, but there were 5000 soldiers registered there a few days ago, for that to go down to the mere low hundreds, as much as it pains me to say, he didn't have all that much."

"Hmm," Claire sounded, rotating around on her heels absent-mindedly.

"I wish he's alright. Mum was really close to him, she doesn't need to lose someone else," she said quietly.

"Let's hope for both their sakes he is, then," Sazh told her, nodding slowly.

Contrary to the seriousness of their conversation, Claire suddenly found herself giggling to herself.

"What?" Sazh quickly responded.

"Nothing, it's just, your choice of words," she choked out over her rising laughs.

"Be serious," Sazh said hitting her over the head with the back of his hand almost casually, like this was something that happened often.

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault that some women decided to name her son Hope! I mean, of all the names in the world, why did she have to choose that one?"

Breathing out a frustrated sigh, Sazh patted her on the shoulder. "You, Claire, are just one hopeless little nutcase. You lack the means to be any semblance of serious for more than a few seconds."

As Claire's hysterical laugher subsided, slowly she straightened up and muttered an apology to Sazh.

"Sorry, sorry, but I couldn't help it."

Breathing out another sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose saying, "Course you couldn't."

A short silence passed between them as Sazh dropped both his hands back down his sides. Breaking the silence he told Claire suddenly, "Oof, they kept me in that planning room too long tonight, I need to get some sleep."

Claire nodding, understanding that being kept up till past twelve at night would have anyone willing to just fall asleep where they stood, and Sazh was no exception. Muttering a quick good bye to the girl in front of him Sazh turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.

Left alone in the desolate hallway, Claire leaned her back against the wall pondering what she would now. Annoyingly enough but her trip to the military quarters seemed to have washed away her tiredness and she wasn't too sure if she could get to sleep if she tried right now.

Biting her lip absent-mindedly, she decided that for starters she'd see if her mother had actually gone back to bed. Her money was on 'no in way in hell'.

Claire was right, her mother hadn't gone to bed. her parent's room was deserted, seeing how her father was still stuck on guard. Walking out of the room, her ears picked up the sound of a person, or more than likely two people, whispering. She smirked to herself at the sound; she knew exactly where go to find to the culprits. Walking to the door directly in front of her, slamming it open, she was met with the sight of her two younger siblings awake, out of bed and...playing poker?

Claire stood dumbfounded at the situation facing her; sure, she knew when she heard the whispering that they were still awake, but poker? What little kids plays poker at 1 o'clock at night?

Gradually she stepped forward to approach her brother and sister, still with the dumbfounded expression her face had adopted at the doorway plastered on her face.

"Um, hey guys, um, may I ask what in the world you're doing?"

"Playing poker," Joshua replied casually.

"At 1 o'clock at night, when you were supposed to be asleep hours ago?"

"Yeps" Ereka answered.

"Hmm" Claire mumbled quietly. "Why are you doing so, can I ask?"

Very casually both her siblings shrugged, the older one answering.

"We were bored."

Stopping herself from cracking up laughing like she had previously, Claire managed to tell Joshua, "Yeah I can see that Joshy, but why, pray tell, did you not think of going to sleep like you were meant to six and four and a half hours ago?"

"But I don't want to go to sleep," Ereka pouted from her side of the room to the left of Claire. Staring at the adorably pouting Ereka, Claire lost her fight with her giggles and succumbed to laughing her head off at the adorable yet utterly useless pout her little sister was pulling.

For a long moment both Joshua and Ereka remained silent and let the room be filled with the sound of their sister's hysterical laughs. At the moment's end, Claire somehow managed to get her laughing somewhat under control and choked out, "I'm sorry, but I've been trying not to laugh ever since I walked in here and Ereka that pout of yours just ruined all of my hard work." Straightening up and composing herself, Claire silenced her laughs completely and said a lot more calmly, "And Ereka while that is one of the adorable pouts I've ever seen, it's if you use what has to be one of the cliché lines used by kids all around the world to avoid going to sleep, your argument shall became null and void as far as I'm concerned."

If possible, saying that just made Ereka pout more and Claire was hard pressed not to crack up laughing once again. Walking up to her Claire patted her on her blonde head affectionately, saying, "Seriously though, Ereka that pout of yours isn't going to work on me any time soon."

By her close proximity to them, the cards at her feet caught Claire's attention and she was taken over by curiosity at what she saw next to them.

This curiosity was what provoked the question, "Um guys, what exactly is that you are using to bet?"

"Candy," Joshua replied casually once more.

"And the winner gets the losers dessert tomorrow" Ereka finished.

Claire raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, as tempting as it is to steal someone's dessert I still think you have to go to bed."

"But Claire!"

"No buts Ereka. You were meant to go to sleep hours ago."

"But-"Ereka's argument was cut short by Joshua's interjection.

"What about you, what are you doing up, hmm?"

That provoked a laugh from Claire who in turn, turned to Ereka and said, "See Ereka, why can't you be more of a smart ass like your brother? If I hadn't been stuck in the kitchens with the old hag lady for the past three hours that would have had me cut."

Joshua death glared her in return saying, "And what else have you been doing other than poisoning our food? They close the kitchens at twelve."

Claire stopped abruptly, freezing, the memory of what she had done since leaving the kitchens finding its place in her mind again. Words reaching her lips again she muttered a quick "damn it, how could I forget that so easily?"

For a second Joshua took this as he'd won the argument but Claire quickly silenced him with a wave of her finger. "No, it's got nothing to do with this Joshy, it's something else."

"What is it then?" he questioned in a tone he used specifically to annoy his older sister, but not wanting to deal with any of his crap anymore, Claire answered ,"Not right now I'll tell you in the morning."

Turning to face the door Claire turned back suddenly and asked, "Do either of you have any idea where mum might be hiding away right now?"

"Is mum MIA again?" Ereka asked.

"Dunno, the only place I've checked is her room but she's not there right now and I'm not too sure where she might've gone," Claire answered her.

"You could check the sky light, she likes to go there when she's sad." Ereka offered.

"How do you know she's sad?" Claire questioned

Ereka shrugged. "She's been sad a lot lately, why should today be any different?"

That sentence caused Claire to frown sadly at Ereka. You had to give it to kids; they didn't miss things, even if you thought they did.

"Guess you're right," Claire told her in a sad tone, her sister was right, why should she tell her any different?

Walking away from them Claire faced the door telling the two kids behind her, "And go to sleep you two! If dad comes back after he's let off guard you'll actually get in trouble."

With that, she twisted the knob open and let herself out of the room. Pausing just outside, she pressed her back against the closed door and breathed out a sigh. Truth be told she was getting really tired of her mother's moping moods. Sure she'd lost some people who were pretty damn important to her in her life but what did all that moping amount to?

Nothing.

That all it would ever do, so it was downright useless in the end. Pulling away from the door Claire turned towards the right and began to trace a well-known path to the skylight.

Checking every few rooms she passed just in case, Claire for what was probably the time that night, twisted in and around the millions of hallways that criss-cross around the safe house. When she arrived at the room that housed the skylight, Claire breathed out a sigh of relief. While she knew the underground safe houses afforded a great protection there was nothing that said she couldn't hate how much of a labyrinth so many of them were.

Stepping inside her mind just about screamed 'hallelujah' as she spied her mum sitting on a high ledge. Now she would be saved from wondering around the halls for at least a while more.

Treading quietly to the craggy wall to the side of the high ledge her mother sat upon she gripped the rocks that stuck out of the wall and hurled herself up. Reaching the ledge she swung onto it and landed gracefully at its edge.

Straightening up she stared over to look upon her mother, she was gazing up at the see-through glass that rested in earthen ceiling of the room. The skylight was a glass window that enabled sight to the world outside, it was hidden outside by a dark green tint on the windows surface and it's proximity to the roots of a giant tree that stood above it. Still, it was something, that Valhallans hadn't spotted such a thing in her books.

Staring up to the long window above them, Claire took note of the change in weather since the morning. A thunderstorm raged above them, lightning splitting the sky open with a mighty flash.

"Lightning," Claire whispered into the silent room.

Serah visibly flinched at the sound. "Ah, d... didn't notice you come in," she muttered quickly.

"Heh, you seriously didn't hear me walk into to a silent room, where there was no sound other than my footsteps where I proceeded to climb up a wall and land on this ledge right beside you?"

Serah shook her head sheepishly. "No"

Claire gave her a sad smile. "You're really out of it then, huh?"

Serah didn't answer her, choosing instead to return her gaze to the skylight above them both. Shrugging at her mother's lack of answer Claire continued to say, "But you've had to deal with some pretty bad stuff the past few days, so I guess you're forgiven."

Finishing the sentence, Claire joined her mother and stared up to the skylight, observing the fierce raging storm over head. After a short silence passed between them Serah spoke up saying, "I've always loved coming up here when it's raining. I've always loved the rain."

Leaning back until her back lay upon the ground, Serah lifted one arm and placed it behind her head, the other one lying upon her chest.

"But you know what?" she whispered to the girl beside her, who adopted a similar position beside her.

"When I was young it used to scare me. Well, storms did, it wasn't the rain or anything, just all the thunder and lightning."

Claire laughed slightly beside her, and twisting onto her side so that she faced her mother, she said as teasingly as was humanly possible, "Oh come on, how in the world would lightning frighten you, it's so pretty."

The tease provoked a little giggle from the still downcast Serah. "To you nutcase. You and my sister are so alike-" She shut herself up there, not letting herself finish the sentence. Sitting back up, Serah brought both arms around her knees and took on an austere silence.

Breathing a loud sigh of frustration, Claire followed her mother's lead and sat up to sit beside her.

"You gonna do this every time?"

"Mmm" Serah mumbled.

"Answer me," Claire demanded her.

With still no answer Claire only grew more annoyed and decided to take a different stance, take advantage of something she'd been thinking earlier that evening.

"Why do you do this mum, just about every time you mention her, or someone else does, you do - well, this."

Serah turned her head the opposite direction to Claire, stubbornly refusing to heed her words.

Biting her lip in frustration, Claire continued ."It isn't very nice you know, do you seriously think that the woman, from what I've been able to scrape together about her, who would go to hell and back for your sake, would want you moping around like this just because she isn't here any more?"

Though her last argument didn't provoke any kind of answer, this time at least it provoked some sort of reaction, even if that reaction was nothing more than her mother meeting her own gaze.

"Grow up why don't you? Your sister wouldn't want this and I shouldn't be scolding my mother like she's some naughty kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar!"

With her rant finished, Claire directed her attention once again to the skylight, leaving her mother still crawled up with her stare still stuck on her. It didn't take as long as she thought it would have for her mother to speak up again.

"You probably just repeated the same rant my friends have been telling for years," Serah stated plainly.

Pinching the bridge of her noise Claire breathed out, "Figured as much."

"Hm"

"But would you listen to me, like you so obviously ignored them? I doubt having your daughter yelling at you like that is nice."

"It isn't," Serah answered right away, "It wasn't nice having any of them yelling at me."

"But there's still the question of you listening to me?" Claire asked again.

Serah shrugged. "Don't know."

Sighing Claire lay back down on the floor and stared silent all of five second before saying, "Can you promise something then at least. If Hope did die in that attack, never, ever, do this when it comes to him or I swear I am going to rip your head off."

Serah stared over at Claire for a moment before the girl quickly said, "Sorry about how I ended my last sentence, but for all my life I've had to deal with you not being able to mention more than a few words about my aunt and I sure as hell don't want you doing the same thing when it comes to Hope."

"Sorry."

"You better apologise. It was damn annoying" Claire said grumpily.

Suddenly lurching back into a sitting position she quickly said, "Oh and one last thing."

"What." Serah asked.

With a slight smirk on her face she said, "For the rest of this conversation, if I mention your sister, you're not allowed to do that sad moping thing again, okay?"

"Um, I guess" Serah answered slowly.

"Good" Claire muttered ,"because I plan to mention her a lot."

As she lay back onto the ground and resumed staring at the skylight once again Claire heard her mother whisper to herself, "Evil incarnate."

"I can hear you perfectly" she informed her, only to be met with the sound of her mum's grouchy mumblings.

As Claire attention was caught by the flashes of lightning streaking their way through the darkened skies, she found herself asking, "Hey mum, why did your sister call herself Lightning?"

When she was met with mumbles she quickly reminded her mother of what she'd promised. "What did I just tell you?"

"That's not why I didn't respond, it was just - kind of a downer."

Propping herself on one elbow, Claire asked "What was it then?"

With an odd twist of her month Serah answered "Lightning flashes bright and then fades away. It doesn't protect, it can only destroy."

"Hmm," Claire sounded, staring at her mother rather oddly.

"Don't mind me asking but did your sister have problems by chance?"

Pinching her nose Serah answered, "Oh dear Etro, she had more than her fair share."

"I can see that."

With no more immediate questioned laid herself down onto the rock ledge once again and propped her arms behind her head.

"Hey, after she became, well, Lightning, did you miss who she was before?"

"I missed her a world; she was a lot colder as Lightning." Serah responded.

"But you never got most of that coldness didn't you?"

"No, but I did sometimes," She replied softly. "She'd regretted a lot of that though."

"Hm."

"She was a lot better after all the L'cie stuff but she was still Lightning, and Lightning and Claire were two extremely different people."

Tilting her head to the left slightly Claire let those words hang in the air for a while before asking, "What made her so different?"

Shrugging her shoulders at the question Serah answered, "A lot of things really, our dad's death hurt her, our mum's was just overkill, it wasn't something she needed." Sighing she finished, "And there were so many bad things that happened to her in her life, things I have no want to name right now, it tore my heart apart to watch them happen to her. To say they changed her is an understatement. It warped her, Claire"

Her mother's last sentence had Claire at a loss for words; she only knew a bare minimum about her aunt. Simple things like her age difference from her mum, how she used to hate her father with a passion before they got stuck together as L'cie. That Hope has apparently, according to her father and Sazh, spent a little too much time with her.

And that she'd do anything to protect her mother from harm.

Taking in the knowledge that her mother's past words had presented her with, Claire could easily surmise that that protectiveness could easily have made her aunt put herself through a lot of pain just to keep her safe.

"She'd put herself through a lot of pain for your sake, wouldn't she?"Claire repeated out loud.

"All it took to keep my head above water. She'd do anything it took for that, but sometimes it really wasn't something she needed on her plate." Serah said in turn.

A long silence passed between them as they both stared up at the stars beyond the skylight, the storm receding.

After a time, Claire spoke up again.

"Hey, you know what; I don't think your sister's reasoning for calling herself Lightning was very fitting."

A little startled by the change in topic, Serah asked, "How so?"

Smiling, Claire answered "Because she protected you, even if she thought she didn't, she looked after you from when your parents died till the day she disappeared."

Still Staring up at the skylight, Serah said, "Yeah, she did, didn't she?"

"And another thing. This is kinda going on what Sazh keeps on saying about me looking freakishly like her, excluding my more circler face, but she was really pretty right?"

Giving a small laugh, Serah answered her. "Pretty. Lightning was beautiful."

"All the better then."

"Why?"

Giggling to herself Claire pointed up to the remnants of the storm "Because she was beautiful like the lightning."

Following Claire's pointing finger back to the skylight, Serah stared at the clearing skies and smiled.

"Heh, your right."

Twisting her head around so that she faced her daughter, Serah told her in a more cheerful tone, "You know what, you make a pretty convincing argument about someone you barely know."

Claire shrugged at her and replied "Hm, I just put facts together, it's easy enough."

Glancing up at the calming skies, Claire said rather needlessly, "Aww, I'm gonna miss the rain now, there's no more lightning anymore."

"Why's that a bad thing? Its gets damp in less reinforced areas around here anyway if it rains too long." Serah questioned her.

Pointing her finger in the air, Claire argued, "I restate my original argument on lightning, it's pretty."

"And I tell you again, you're a nutcase."

Pouting uselessly at her mother, Claire argued once more, "Why is it impossible for lightning to be pretty, just look at the way the sky's lit up by the bolts, they're lights in the sky."

Pondering her daughter's last argument for a moment, Serah was forced to concede. "Okay, okay, you just may have a point on the last one."

"Bout time I got through to you," Claire said cheerfully.

"Oh," Claire sounded quickly, "I just thought of another reason I like more than your sister's reasoning to call herself Lightning."

Curious, Serah queried, "What is it?"

"First off, her nickname was more fitting."

"Light? Who in the world even calls her that near you?" Serah questioned.

"Dad and Hope when they're not really all there" was the quick reply.

Serah figured as much, but more curious of Claire's reasoning she asked.

"So what's your reasoning then?"

Smiling, Claire answered her, "Technically, I've already said it."

"Huh?"

Pointing up at the skylight once more Claire answered ,"Lightning lights up the sky, remember?"

Scrunching her eyes up in confusion, Serah queried, "What do you mean by that?"

Smiling, Claire cleared it up for her "She was someone really special to you, right? She was a light in your life, someone who truly made you happy."

Staring over at her daughter for a second, Serah soon returned her smile, saying, "Yeah you're right, she was a light in a lot of people's lives, even if she never acknowledged it."

Claire nodded slowly at her mother's words, taking them in. Gradually lifting herself off the ground, Claire stretched and walked to the edge of the ledge.

"Going now are you?" Serah asked.

"Yeah." Claire replied casually.

Nodding Serah replied, "That's fine, but I think I'll stay here a little longer."

"Sure, sure, but um, one more thing mum."

"Yeah?"

Kneeling down beside her mother, Claire whispered, "This thing with Hope, don't let it drag you down. Like Sazh said, we need to keep faith that he's alright, we need to keep Hope as he is."

Staring up into Claire's eyes, Serah nodded. "Right," she replied, knowing full well that if she did let this get to her she'd be getting an earful from Claire and Goddess knows who else.

Getting back up, Claire continued her walk towards the edge of the ledge. Jumping off and grabbing the craggy wall, Claire proceeded to climb down to the ground below. Before she reached that though, she called out to her mother above her.

"Oh! Just so you know, before I came here, I went back to my room and Ereka and Joshy were still awake and they were playing poker, betting with candy. I told them to go to bed but I don't think they listened. They're probably still awake."

Back at the top of the ledge, Serah sighed to herself and lay back down one last time, thinking all the while, 'are any of my children sane?'

and thats the chapter.

not the best i've ever writen but it will do i guess (the worst i've ever writen and actually posted is the first chapter to my story UDKH)

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its my favourite but it's extremely unpopular, thought thats because the first chapter is badly writen and rather confusing.

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