A/N

SV: Wheee! Happy New Year everyone!

Innes: Great. A new year and I'm still here, stuck with you!

SV: Yeah, I love you too, Innes. Anyways. Welcome to the actual prologue, where you get to meet the lead players of the unofficial sequel to FE:SS! And yes, I will come up with a better title eventually… Innes dear, disclaimer please!

Innes: Virgo doesn't own anything except the story, yada yada yada. You know the drill.

SV: Thank you. Onwards to the prologue!

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Prologue

Meet the kids!

'Artemis! Oh, Artemis! Where are you? Artemis! Where on Magvel is that child? Artemis!' Vanessa walked through the halls of Castle Frelia, trying to find her daughter. She had searched the castle from top to bottom, without any success. She was just about to give up when one of the servants approached her.

'Lady Vanessa? What are you doing in the hallways? Weren't you supposed to be on your way to Grado for princess Marseilles 13th birthday party?'

'Why, yes. The carriage and the escort will be leaving in two hours. I went to check up on Artemis to see if she was ready an hour ago, but she wasn't in her room! I've been looking for her ever since!' Vanessa let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. What she wouldn't do to be a commoner once more instead of the queen of Frelia…

'Milady Vanessa, have you looked in the training grounds?'

'The training grounds? I know Artemis loves to train her archery, but she knew we were going to Grado today! You don't think she's actually there, do you?' Vanessa looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would say that Artemis wasn't on the training grounds, but in her room, changing clothes for the ride.

'Well, I walked past the training grounds today, and heard some arrows being shot at a target, followed by a loud "All right! I just broke your record, father! 100 bulls eyes in 15 minutes!". And then I heard king Innes challenge her to another contest to see if she could pull the same stunt blindfolded,' Rieu finished. He could see the queens hope scatter at his feet.

'Oh, for the love of Saint Latona! I can't believe those two! How on Magvel did they get the crazy idea of holding a contest at a day like this! Aargh!' Vanessa let out a scream of frustration before she stormed down the halls, making her way to the training grounds. Rieu immediately followed her. He eventually caught her and tried to calm her down.

'Milady, please, calm down! It's not that big of a deal! It's a weeks ride from here to Grado, and the princess's party will be held a week after that! What's a day with those dates?' he reasoned. Vanessa looked at him with angry, green eyes. She calmed down eventually, let out another sigh and brushed a few imaginary dusts from her dress.

'I apologize for bursting out like that, Rieu. Could you please tell the escort and carriage that our departure will be tomorrow morning instead of today? And also give them my apologies for this whole mess. They can have the rest of the day off.'

'Of course, milady. Will you be going to the training grounds as well?'

'Yes. I know a pair of archers who need a lesson!' She made a small bow and left for the grounds. Rieu shook his head and let out a small chuckle as he watched her leave. It never gets boring with those three around the castle.

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'There, now your sword arm should be as good as new,' Natasha said as she removed her healing staff from her son's arm. She brushed a few red strands of hair out of her son's face to see if he had any wounds on his face as well. She knew how rough her son and her husband got during a match. A pair of sky-blue eyes stared back.

'Don't worry, mom, there's nothing on my face. Dad and I made a promise not to harm the face, only the body,' he said with a grin.

'And the two of you are doing a great job with that. This is the third healing staff I've had to use this month! Why can't you two be a bit gentler during training, Montague?'

'I'm sorry, mom. Dad and I just get carried away during the fight, we can't help it! But I'll try to be more careful next time. I promise.'

'You say that every time when I have to fix you up, Monty dear,' she said with a smile as she ruffled his hair. 'How is your father doing?'

'I did manage to hit him a few times, but it was nothing serious. I think he went to Myrna for a check-up.'

'He did? Well then, let us go too. I'd like to see how much her healing skills have improved since the last time you and your father fought.'

Natasha helped her son out of the bed, and the two of them walked towards the nursing hall. They didn't have to search long before they found who they were looking for. In one of the rooms was Joshua, lying on a bed with a blonde girl standing over him. She had just finished chanting a healing spell.

'Well, father, how does your leg feel now? Does it still hurt?' Her blue eyes looked into her fathers brown ones, trying to read them in order to see if she had succeeded or not. Joshua let out a smile after seeing his daughter's worried look.

'The pain is completely gone, Myrna! I feel wonderful! How about we dance to celebrate a healing well done?'

And without even waiting to hear her answer, he stood up from the bed, grabbed his daughter by the waist and waltzed around the room.

'Daddy, no! I'm getting dizzy, put me down! Daddy! Mom and big brother are here! Can we stop?'

'In a minute dear, this is my favourite part! Besides, we can't just quit without a bang when there is an audience around,' he said with a wink. They danced for a minute, and he twirled her one last time at the end before he let her go and made a bow towards his audience. Natasha and Montague clapped. Myrna tried to keep her balance from the last twirl.

'That was wonderful, dear! How many mothers have a daughter that can heal AND dance?' Natasha said with a smile.

'Thank you, mother, but I think I'll stick to healing. It's easier than dancing.'

'Are you sure, Myrna? You looked wonderful back there. And you do know that there will be a ball during princess Marseilles birthday party, right?'

'I know, brother. Just tell me that you won't dance as wildly as father always does.'

'I'll try, sister, I'll try,' he said with a smile.

'Talking about the party, when are we supposed to go?' Joshua asked as he put an arm around Natasha.

'Next week, love. The guests from Frelia and Rausten need a week to get to Grado. We can be there in a day or two. As soon as everyone has arrived, the festivities can begin,' she replied.

'Dad, we go through this every year, and every year you ask the same question! I think something's wrong with your head.'

'Did I just hear what I think I heard? You insulted me! That's it mister, I challenge you to a duel to regain my honour!' Joshua retorted as he unsheathed his Killing Edge.

'You're on, dad!' Montague answered with a grin as the two of them raced towards the arena. Meanwhile, Natasha and Myrna looked at each other as they let out a defeated sigh.

'Could you get me a new healing staff, dear?'

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Two lances clashed against each other. The owners of those lances have been fighting for over an hour now, but neither one of them wanted to be the first to give in.

'Give it up, Glen! You know you can't win this! I'm faster than you are! Hiya!' The blue haired girl twirled her lance around and dove at her brother.

'Dream on, Odette! You may be faster, but I'm stronger! Take this!' Glen evaded the thrust his sister launched at him, and hit her with his own lance. Odette fell flat on her back, but she refused to stay down. Immediately she got up and put her lance in front of her in a defensive way. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't last much longer. She had to take him out now!

'Well, Glen, getting tired yet?'

'Not at all, my dear sister. But I can tell that you are. You're panting!'

'I'm just catching my breath! How about we finish this fight?'

'Okay. We each launch one final attack. Time to settle this, once and for all!'

The two of them dove at each other with great force. Lances clashed once again. Five minutes in to the fight Glen saw the perfect opportunity to win the battle.

'Yes! Her side is now completely unprotected! All I have to do now is block one of her attacks and counter strike! And there is no way that she can dodge it, I'm too close to her!' he thought.

Glen blocked his sister's attack and counter striked with all his strength. Odette fell to the ground once more, only this time she didn't have the strength to get up again.

'Oof! Ouch! Ah, I'm going to feel that in the morning, aren't I?' she managed to say.

'Don't worry, sis, you'll live. Nice match by the way, you almost had me,' he said as he helped his sister get up.

'Yeah, well, don't get too cocky, Glen. The next victory will be mine! And could you please carry me to the healer? I'm too bruised to walk.'

'You're lucky that I'm such a gentleman, otherwise you could have crawled,' he said with a smirk.

'Gee, I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a brother like you, Glen. And if you didn't hit me like that, I could have gone there myself! Now start walking!'

'Yes, your highness.'

Glen lifted his sister in his arms and walked towards the healers. They were about to enter the healers room when they saw Vanessa walk by.

'Aunt Vanessa! What's the matter? Why are you so angry?' Glen asked. Vanessa looked at her niece and nephew, and gasped when she saw the state the two of them were in.

'Glen, Odette! You two look terrible! What happened?'

'Don't worry aunt, it's nothing. Glen and I were training, and...' Odette began.

'I don't believe what I'm hearing!' Vanessa said, interrupting her. 'We were supposed to be on our way to Grado today for princess Marseilles party! But I had to move the trip to tomorrow because your uncle and cousin had to train as well! Did the four of you plan all this? And where are your parents!'

'That was today? I knew I forgot about something! I'm really sorry, aunt Vanessa,' Odette apologized. Vanessa sighed as she as she shifted her gaze to Glen.

'Glen, could you tell me where your parents are? Please don't tell me they are training as well!'

'Well, they ARE training, but not like Odette and me. Mom took dad out to teach him how to dance properly.'

'Oh. Well, at least they have a better reason than that uncle and cousin of yours! No offence, but your father Cormag is indeed a terrible dancer. I hope that the lessons Tana is giving him are paying off,' she said with a grin.

'He's making progress. I danced with him a bit last week, and it was wonderful! He didn't even step on my feet once!' Odette said proudly. 'But back to you, aunt. Where are you off to?'

'I'm off to the training grounds to give that husband and daughter of mine a piece of my mind!'

'Don't go too hard on them, aunt. Even if they were ready, we weren't. So they're not to blame alone,' Glen said.

'You're such a sweet and caring young man, Glen. Odette and Artemis are lucky to have you around. All right, I won't give them a piece of my mind. But I will drag them out of the grounds! Now, the two of you go and get patched up. We're leaving for Grado tomorrow afternoon. Be sure to tell your parents about that, all right?'

'Yes, ma'am!'

Vanessa continued her way to the grounds as Glen and Odette entered the healers' room. As their wounds were being taken care of, the two of then talked about what just happened.

'Glen, do you think Artemis and uncle Innes will survive aunt Vanessa's wrath?'

'Of course they will. I mean, they've done worse. Remember the time when Artemis accidentally used aunt Vanessa's Pegasus for target practice?'

'Do I! Or the time when she and uncle played a round of paintarrow and showed up at dinner covered in red and blue spots because they used permanent paint instead of the kind you could wash off? I thought that aunt Vanessa would kill them both right then and there! Haha!'

'Those were the days. At moments like these I'm really glad that mom and that decided to stay in Castle Frelia instead of moving to the summer mansion. It just wouldn't be the same without Artemis and her parents around.'

'I agree. We would probably die of boredom. Where are you going, Glen?'

'I'm going to pack my stuff for the trip tomorrow. Guess you didn't hit me as hard as you thought you had, huh?' he said as he ruffled his sisters blue locks.

'Hey! Don't push it, Glen! Or you won't be so lucky next time! And don't forget to pack our present too, like you almost did last time.'

'I won't, sis. Have a little more faith in your brother, will you? I'll see you tomorrow, okay?'

'Okay. Bye, brother!'

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'Lady L'Arachel! Lady L'Arachel, where are you? Where could she be? We still need to talk about which dresses she should take with her to Grado! Lady L'Arachel!' Dozla's booming voice continued to roar through the halls of Castle Rausten as he continued his search for his queen. He was about to leave the halls to go search in the gardens when all of a sudden someone jumped on his backed and shoved him to the floor.

'What in tarnation! Lady Celeste! I should have known, bwahahaha! You'll be a great warrior some day! How is your axe practice going?'

'It's going great, thanks to your training! And you need to watch your back better, uncle Dozla! I could have been one of those evil monsters you and my parents fought in the past!' Celeste said as she got off Dozla's back and helped him get up. Dozla just smiled and lifted the girl with her long, brown hair on to his shoulders.

'You could never be one of those foul creatures, lady Celeste! You're far too beautiful and kind to ever be one! Just like your dear mother, queen L'Arachel!'

'Speaking of my mother, are you looking for her? She is in her room with father and Camilla. They are packing for the trip to Grado.'

'Great! I wanted to talk to the queen about the same thing! Let's be on our way then, bwahahaha!'

The two of them continued their journey to the royal bedroom. As they entered it, they saw L'Arachel in front of the giant mirror, trying on one of her dresses. A couple of servants were standing around her with other dresses, in case she wouldn't like her present one.

'Well, Camille, what do you think? This one, or the white one with the lime-green accents?' L'Arachel asked her daughter as she twirled around in her latest dress, a magnificent lavender dress with lilac ribbons.

'The lime-green dress with the silver accents. Definitely! It matches your hair and eyes,' she said as she walked towards one of the servants and took the dress out. She held it in front of her mother.

'See? A match made in heaven by our great ancestor Latona himself!'

'Camille, my dear, you're a fashion genius! Remind me to get you a new Mend staff for that. Rennac, what do you think?' she asked as she turned to her husband. Rennac, tired form standing there and watching his wife change dresses for four straight hours, let out a frustrated sigh.

'That's the one, dear. The ultimate dress. You'll definitely be the belle of the ball with that one. Take it,' he said as he rubbed his temple.

'You're always the belle of the ball, my queen, no matter what dress you wear! Isn't that right, lady Celeste?'

'True,' she said as she got down from Dozla's shoulder. Rennac let out another sigh, but this time it was a sigh of relief.

'Good, then it's settled! The lime-green dress it is! Let the servants pack your bags, so we can…'

'Not so fast, Rennac, we're not done yet. I still need to find the find the right shoes, the right fan, the right bag, the right hairdo. And don't even get me started about my make-up! Speaking of make-up, has my face powder arrived yet? Rennac? Rennac, where are you going! I need you to stay here! We still have pick out an outfit for you that matches mine! Rennac!'

Rennac fled the room as soon as he heard the "not so fast". L'Arachel let out an angry huff before she called Dozla and asked him to bring Rennac back. He immediately went to look for Rennac, and left the three women to continue their search for the perfect outfit.

'I don't think father likes to try out outfits. How does this dress look, Camille?'

'Gorgeous, Celeste. And father really needs to loosen up. What do you think of this hat?' Camille tried on a white hat with a pink ribbon and brushed a few greenish strands of hair out of her face.

'The hat is adorable, Cammy. Replace the pink ribbon for a greenish one to match your hair, and it's perfect!'

'Dozla! Put me down this instant!' The three ladies looked up when they heard the demand.

'I will as soon as we are back with the two ladies and the queen, Rennac! We can't have you going to the party without the proper wardrobe now, can we? Bwahahaha!' Dozla entered the room with a kicking Rennac under his arm. Camilla and Celeste started laughing at that sight, as L'Arachel walked over to the two men and dragged Rennac to the mirror.

'Good, now that you're back we can finally get you a new outfit!'

'What's wrong with the one I wore last year?'

'Everyone already saw you in that one! You can't show up at a royal party in the same outfit twice, you know,' she said as she handed Rennac a jacket. Rennac looked at his daughters with pleading eyes.

'Help me!'

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Ephraim, Eirika and Seth were sitting in the gardens, enjoying a cup of tea and talking about the war, the rebuilding of Magvel, the discovery of Toulon and Marseilles party.

'So much has happened the past few years. After all this time I still find it hard to believe that Grado has a new emperor. And one with the blood of Grado flowing through his veins!' Seth said as he put his cup down.

'Toulon is a good guy. And not to mention very intelligent. It only took him a few years to learn how to be an emperor and the ways of the royal court.'

'Something you still haven't figured out completely, did you, brother?' Eirika said as she gave her brother a smile.

'Very funny, Eirika. You know very well that I prefer to be on the battlefield rather than in a conference room. And besides, why should I bother learning when I have you around?'

'It also worked in Toulon's favour that Duessel stayed at his side as his personal advisor. It will be nice to see him again at Marseilles party. And yes, you would be completely lost without me,' she said as she took another sip of her tea.

'Speaking of the party, where have our kids run off to?' Seth asked as he looked around.

'I could answer that question, if you don't mind, general.'

'Franz! Of course not, go right ahead.'

'The princes Edward and Raymond are having a sparring match, and my daughter Helena is helping princess Rhianna packing.'

'Our boys are sparring again. Will it ever end?' Seth asked as he looked over to Ephraim.

'I doubt it. Seeing as Innes and I still have a monthly bout to see who's the better man,' he said with a grin.

'So you're saying that it's your fault that my son fights with yours. I'm just glad that my little Rhianna isn't like that. And how are Amelia and Forde doing, Franz?' Eirika asked.

'They're doing fine, your highness, thank you for asking. Amelia couldn't be happier as a knight of Renais, and Forde still wishes he stayed a knight instead of becoming a painter. He said he is drowning in the requests. His son Vincent has to jump in from time to time so his customers won't have to wait too long on their paintings.'

'That's the Forde I know. He would rather be lazy than tired, haha. And Kyle, how is he doing? Still enjoying the life in Frelia?'

'He is, general. He, Syrene and their daughter Grace will be on the party as well, as the escort of King Innes and his family, just like Amelia, Helena and myself will be to you.'

'It will be great to have the old group together again. I heard that Forde will be coming as well to make portraits of the princess?'

'Yes, his reputation as a painter is known all over Magvel.'

'That doesn't surprise me at all. He has such a great gift with the paintbrush. And look who decided to come join us! Rhianna, my dear! And Helena, good to see you too,' Eirika said as she greeted her daughter and her friend.

'Good afternoon, mother, father, and uncle Ephraim. How are you doing? And nice to see you too, sir Franz.' Rhianna walked over to her parents and brushed a few teal coloured bangs out of her face. Her blue eyes looked at Helena, who made a small bow to everyone and stayed at her father's side. With her short, blonde hair, green eyes and red armour she looked almost identical to her mother.

'Welcome, my favourite niece. Are your brother and cousin done sparring yet?'

'I'm your only niece, uncle Ephraim,' she chuckled. 'And unfortunately the two of them are still going at it. I doubt that they will be ready soon. They haven't packed their bags yet either.' The six of them continued their small talk until they saw two young men coming in. One had red hair, the other teal. Both of them had a blunt duelling rapier in their hands, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

'I'm telling you Ed, the last point was mine! I hit you directly on your chest!' the red haired one said as he stared at his cousin with angry brown eyes.

'Ray, please. I hit you way before you hit me. The last point was obviously mine,' the teal haired one said as he gave his cousin an equally angry glare with his blue eyes.

'No, it was not! And I'll prove it! We're holding another duel, only this time we use our lances!'

'Fine! My Reginleif and I are ready to prove I'm right, Raymond!'

'Your Reginleif won't save you from the swift hits of my steel lance, Edward! Bring it on!'

'All right you two, stop it! You can duel in your own time. Now go and pack your bags before I use the two of you as targets for my Anima magic!' Rhianna said as she held her fire tome in front of her threateningly. The two of them backed away, and Rhianna let out a victorious smirk.

'Not exactly what I would call diplomatic, my dear niece, but it worked.'

'Don't worry uncle, I only use threats around those two. Otherwise they won't learn. Is everyone ready for the trip tomorrow, except for my dear brother and cousin?'

'Everything is ready, dear. You're pretty excited about it aren't you?' Seth said as he gave his daughters hand a gentle squeeze.

'I am, father. I can't wait to see Artemis, Odette, Glen, Myrna, Montague, Camilla en Celeste again! And Marseille too! I wonder how far she is with her dark magic, I promised her I would hold a sparring match with her this year.'

'You're older and more experienced than she is, but Marseilles dark magic is stronger than your Anima magic. Plus, I've heard that Marseille has a real talent with dark magic, too. That should be a really interesting match to watch,' Raymond said as he looked at his sister.

'Yes, it will be. And I thought I told the two of you to start packing!'

'Yikes! Edward, run!'

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Vanessa finally arrived at the training grounds. She heard the sound of arrows being shot at a target, and followed it. After a few moments she saw her husband and daughter. Innes was leaning against a tree and watched his daughter as she took the blindfold of her eyes. Her long, dark-grey was in a braid, and her green eyes looked at her father.

'Well father, how did I do? I only had your voice to rely on, so I do hope that you told me the right direction to shoot at,' she said as she put her bow down and walked over to him. Innes looked back with a victorious grin.

'Artemis my dear, I don't like saying it, but you've actually hit every single target! Of course you didn't so it as fast as I did, but it was rather impressive none the less. I'm very proud of you. You'll be the best sniper in Magvel one day, I just know it,' he said as he pulled her in for a hug.

'Thank you, father,' she said as she hugged him back. 'Does this mean that I can use Nidgehogg soon?'

'I'm sorry Artemis, but you can't. Nidgehogg is a sacred artefact, and it's not be used for target practice.'

'But you did get to use it during the War of the Stones, right? How was it like?'

'It was the best bow I've ever used, and I felt bad for returning it to the Valni Tower after the war. Once you've used Nidgehogg, you'll never want to use another bow ever again. And besides, you're not even a sniper yet. Focus on that for now instead of thinking about Nidgehogg,' he said as he released her.

'Don't worry father, that day will come pretty soon, I just know it! How about we play a quick round of paintarrow before dinner?'

'NO!' Vanessa stepped out of the bushes she was hiding in. She didn't want to interrupt the father-daughter moment they were having just now, but there was no way that she would let the two of them show up during dinner covered in paint again!

'I won't allow it! It was bad enough that the two of you showed up covered in paint once, I won't let it happen again!'

'Mother! What are you doing here? Dinner won't be ready for another three hours right? Dad and I are done playing in 15 minutes, really. And we don't have permanent paint in the grounds anymore after that incident. So can we play? Please?'

'No! We were supposed to be on our way to Grado today for princess Marseilles party, but thanks to you two I had to move it to tomorrow!'

'That was today? I knew I forgot about something! I'm really sorry, my love. Can you forgive us?'

'Oh, alright. You know I can't stay mad at you two for long. But please, come back inside, you've been here since dawn.'

'We're sorry, mother, really. But I can shoot bulls eyes with a blindfold now! And after the party I want to train shooting blindfolded without a voice guiding me.'

'If only you were this passionate about your duties as a princess as well,' she said as she smiled at her daughter.

'What do you mean? I'm the perfect example of a princess! I can dance, I can sing, and thanks to the constant nagging of my dear cousin Grace, I also know everything of etiquette! And not only that, but I'm also pretty good at archery, battle tactics and strategy. What else could you possibly want?'

'How about a little modesty? She really is a daughter of yours, Innes. She didn't get that bragging from me.'

'Bragging? What bragging? Everything she said was true!'

'Why do I even bother?'

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Emperor Toulon was in his chambers, looking over some new laws as he heard a knock on his door.

'Who is it?'

'It's me, father, Marseille.'

'Marseille! Come in my dear, come in.' The giant doors were pushed open, and a small girl walked in. She was wearing a simple, dark blue dress with silver accents on the sleeves, and a long, black cape with a hood. She was holding a Flux tome in her hands. Her long, lavender hair was kept out of her eyes by a silver circlet, and her lavender eyes sparkled with joy.

'Just back from your magic training I see. How did it go?' he asked as he walked towards her and gave her a hug.

'It went great, father! Sir Knoll and his son, sir Noah, are wonderful teachers. I've learned so much today! And sir Knoll said that I should be able to learn how to use the Luna tome pretty soon as well.'

'That's fantastic, my dear. But I have to say that I find it kind of funny how you can have some much joy by learning something so destructive as dark magic,' he said as he stroked her hair.

'Does it bother you that I chose to be a shaman instead of a mage or a cleric?' she asked as she looked her father in his eyes. Toulon was a young, energetic man, but now he looked asif he could break down any moment.

'Sometimes it does. I mean, look what it did to your uncle Lyon. Dark magic made him go mad, and it almost destroyed all of Magvel. It would kill me if something like that would happen to you.'

'But father, uncle Lyon didn't go mad because of dark magic! It was because of the Dark Stone and the Demon King! They've sealed him for good during the War of the Stones. And besides, sir Knoll and sir Noah also use dark magic, and they're two of the kindest people I know of. So please, don't worry too much about me being a shaman.'

'You sure know how to convince people to see things your way, don't you,' he said as she smiled at her.

'I just don't want you to worry about dark magic. You have plenty of other, more important things to worry about. Like my birthday party in two weeks.'

'That's already taken care of, my little shaman. The guests will be arriving next week, as well as the presents.'

'Wonderful! I can't wait to see everyone again! And Rhianna promised me a sparring match to test our magic! This will be the best birthday party ever!'

'You bet it will. You go and get ready for dinner, I'll be there in a few moments as well.'

'Yes, father.' Marseille made a small bow and left the room. Toulon went back to his desk and finished the last of his paperwork. He knew his daughter was right about dark magic, but he still couldn't lose the feeling that something bad would happen in the near future.

'Saint Latona, if you can hear me, please don't let my gut feeling come true. Don't let anything bad happen to my daughter or Magvel again.'

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Innes: Come on, Virgo, say it.

SV: No! I refuse to say it!

Innes: You know you want to, Virgo. Just spit it out already so I can go home.

SV: I-I…I'm….I LOVE TO RANT! I'M SORRY!

Innes: There, don't you feel better now?

SV: Alright already! We get the picture, I love ranting! But at least now you know who is what in this story. And things will finally start happening in the next chapter, really. And I do realize that people probably acted OOC. I apologize for that, I'll try to keep it in check. And I have no sense of fashion what so ever, I know. And…

Innes: Ranting! Again!

SV: Sorry. I'll stop now. See y'all next chapter if you're still willing to follow this ;).