Omigosh! Here it IS! The AMAZING CLIMAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!WHY AM I STILL SCREAMING???!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY AREN'T YOU SCREAMING???????????!?!?!??????????!?!?!?!?!? All right, here it is. Oh, and look. No disclaimer to keep you from reading my latest work of art. (You all should no I don't own the Mighty Ducks by now.) And for all those wh figure it out before the revealment, don't spoil it, and keep reading please?
The Truth is Revealed
Wynn's POV
August 20, 2004
Dear Diary,
Tell me again why I postponed this revealing until today? Oh, right? We had a game yesterday, and I refused to spoil the moment with my talking. So, Diary, today's the day I tell everyone. Right now, I'm gathering up my courage while everyone else watches a movie. I don't remember what it was they said they would watch.
Anyway, this Russ Tyler kid is really good at hockey. To be perfectly frank, I thought he wouldn't be the best ice hockey skater, just like Greg can't rollerblade without hitting his head or falling down.
My stomach hurts so much, just like when I'm competing. Butterflies don't mix well in my stomach. I think I'm gonna be sick! No, I won't throw up, I won't. Breathe. In...out...in...out...
Just relax.. You can do this. I can do this I can do this...I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I? I hope so...I know so. All right. Wish me luck, dear Diary.
The Wind Charmer
I placed my journal in my backpack, picked it up, and left the room. I could do this. Just blurt out the truth. Yeah, that's what I was going to do. I took in a gasp of air as I approached the team. "Hey Wynn! Come on! Ice Castles is one!" Adam said excitedly. I took a seat and stared at the screen. Agonizingly long minutes passed, and my breath grew shallow. It was almost time. My lower lip began to tremble, but no one noticed.
"How's the arm, Adam?" I managed. "It's all right," he replied, glancing at me. "Are you?" I nodded weakly. "Peachy."
"Oh my God!" squealed Connie. "Here comes the accident!" My heart stopped. I always hated that scene. The heroine came way to close to death right there. She tripped and fell, her head hitting the ice on the screen. The moment she did, I screamed, pain radiating through my skull. My eyes watered, and I doubled over. "Shut it off!" I begged. I could not listen to it. It was too painful. It made me remember.
The TV was turned off, and everyone stared at me. My eyes were closed, but I could feel a dozen pairs of eyes boring into my body. "Wynn? What's wrong?" A hand touched my bare shoulder; I flinched. "Don't touch me. Please," I whimpered, choking on my own tears and sobs. I sniffled. They wouldn't understand. I knew they wouldn't, but maybe they were different. Maybe they wouldn't care.
"Wynry, why don't you like the movie?" Ken asked. "I love the movie," I confided, "just not that part. It hurts."
"Because she could have died?" offered Dwayne. I stood up, taking a deep, semi-relaxing breath. "We need to talk. All of us."
I waited until the room was silent before speaking. "You don't understand. The reason why Coach won't let me play is...before I tell you, I'm going to tell you a story. I hope you listen." I released the breath I hardly noticed I had been holding and began to speak.
"I was a great figure skater when I was little. I beat girls twice my age and height at the age of four. I landed a triple axel when I was five. Everyone called me Sputnick. I never really cared to know why. I just wanted to skate, to feel the ice under my blades, to feel the adrenaline on every single jump."
"I was extremely estatic when I found out I was taking part in the Junior Nationals, which, if I medalled, could send me to the Junior Worlds! You can't imagine how happy I was. They would take place in New York City, and that would be my first ever trip to New York City. All of my family, and all of my friends, would be attending. Even Malia would be there to cheer me on. Just being the youngest participant made me nervous. I had gone against older girls, and mean girls, but never the two combined. It was scary, but I got through it..."
I had just finished my short program, and I was awaiting the answers from the judges when this very tall, very snotty looking girl came up to me. "Break a leg on your next go, all right?" I, being only five and not completely understanding the threat, just smiled and said, "Good luck to you, too!"
My cheeks were as rosy as my outfit; that was the first and only pick outfit I ever wore. All the girls had rubbed on it for good luck, including my four-year-old sister Kitara. I turned and waved to my family and friends up in the stands. They waved back.
The judges announced my scores. "Out of a possible 6: 5.9, 5.4, 5.7, 6.0." I grinned and jumped up and down, clapping my hands. My figure skating Coach, Coach Beckam, whispered to me that I was now in second place. That was pretty good for a five-year-old who skated last and had all those others to worry about. "You did great, child!" she exclaimed. I gave her a toothy grin before waving into the cameras.
Then I went to change into my second outfit, a pale blue sequined number my mommy had made for me. I sat in the dressing room, lacing up my skates with the help of my Coach, telling her how happy I was to have placed second the first time around. "I'm so happy," I told her. "D'you think everyone's proud of me, Lady Beckham?"
She patted my braided hair. "Naturally, Wynn. You did great, and I hope you knock them dead again." I giggled. "But then I won't get my scores, and no one will watch. No even you or my family!" At that comment, we both laughed. "Well, at least I still go last this time. I like being last. I can watch the other girls skate."
Together we went back out to the arena to wait for my turn. I didn't understand why I wasn't nervous like all the other girls. Some were holding their stomachs and complaining about butterflies in their stomachs. I grimaced. 'That must have been painful for those pretty butterflies,' I thought. I hoped I never had to eat any. I liked butterflies and I had giant cut outs of them all over my bedroom.
The one to beat was a blond named Jessica Nobles. She had a total score of 27.9. That was going to be hard to beat, but I was positive I could do it. Even though I would have been happy with a silver medal to add to all other others my family and my best friends' families had. If not just for me, I was doing this for them, and for all the other little girsl who wanted to be the next Kristy Yamaguchi.
"And our final skater Wynry Kinomoto," the male announcer said. I skated out onto the ice, flashing everyone a calm, toothless smile. My skater face. 'Evening Twilight Waltz' started to play. I began to move to the music, trying my hardest to land a triple axel. I had been working on those for the longest time, and I never could get them right. I always fell.
But not this time. I was going to land my first triple axel. I spun into my move and jumped. I spun once..twice...three times! Now I had to land without falling. I touched back down on one skate and skated into a layout spin. I was so excited; I didn't even care if I didn't place, for I had done the one thing I had dreamed of doing. I only hoped my parents caught it on tape. That would be hard, though, with my older brother Andrew always fighting with my other older siblings Lexa, Matt and Mark. And my mommy was also gonna have another baby, so she could have been in the restroom throwing up like she did every morning.
I stopped, posed, and waited as the crowd cheered and threw roses and other pretty flowers at me. I skated around the rink, picking up a variety of flowers to add to my scrapbook. Then I was off to the side, only to have my coach nearly squeeze the life out of me. "You did it You did it!" she kept shouting.
"Well, I've never seen a five-year-old girl land a triple axel before," said Mr. Announcer. "That's got to be a first!" The crowd cheered some more, then quieted down as the judges read my scores. I got a perfect thirty.
Coach Beckham screamed.
Several figure skaters screamed, although they didn't look happy.
My family and friends screamed.
I screamed. "May we now present the winners of this years Junior Nationals! In third place, Michelle DeLuka. In second place, Jessica Nobles. In first place...Wynry Kinomoto!" I skated up to the sidelines with the other tow winners to be presented with our medals. I was the shortest out of us all, but I stood ten feet tall in the center, my head raised, my chest puffed out. I had done it.
"Whee! I did it!" I shrieked to the black sky as we walked through Central Park and back to the hotel. Tomorrow we would be leaving to head back to our hometowns, meaning I wouldn't see my friends until Winter Break, but that was only a month away. I could wait that long.
I hopped along the sidewalk with my friends as they stared at my medal. It was all shiny and pretty and it glowed someting fierce. Soon we were walking past the outdoor rink/lake thing. "Momma?" I quipped. "Can I go skating one last time? Just one lap around the rink?"
After a moment, my pregnant mother nodded to me as I stared up at her, trying to look past her swollen stomach. I grinned my thanks and ripped my skates out of my bag. I quickly tied them, my father making sure they were on tight, and I stumbled in the snow and onto the ice. It was very big, and I was going to take my time during my lap. My adoptive aunt Auntie Jackie filmed me as I made my way around the ice.
I turned around and stuck a leg out, prepared to do a triple axel once more, since they almost missed it the first time. I jumped and spun three times, but on my way down, I saw something in my way. I had no idea what it was, and had no way of stopping. My skate landed on it, and I fell, my skate caught. I spun out of control as the cold ice came up to meet me. Everything went dark.
I woke up in complete darkness. At first I thought that they had to do surgery on my head and bandaged my face up, or that my hair was blocking my face, but when I felt my face, I felt nothing except my closed eyes. So I did the first coherent thought that entered my brain- I screamed very loud.
There was a crash in the room, and I started flailing around, sobbing and shrieking, "MOMMY! DADDY! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE! WHERE ARE YOU? WHY IS IT SO DARK? MOMMY? MOMMY! MOMMY!" A pair of arms wrapped themselves around me, apparently seeking to comfort me, but I continued to scream and wriggle about on the bed.
"Shush, pet. It's me, your father. Calm down." I sniffled. "D-Daddy? Is that you? Where are you? I can't see you, Daddy? What's going on?" I blubbered. "Where am I?"
"Relax, Wynn. Everything's going to be fine. The doctors are coming to check on you. You've been asleep for five whole days," said my father. That got me started on another tantrum. "FIVE DAYS! HOW CAN I HAVE BEEN ASLEEP THAT LONG? WHAT'S GOING ON? TELL ME!"
There was a creak, followed by several more voices. "Ah, Mr. Kinomoto. I see your daughter is awake."
"Is that the doctor, Daddy? Tell him I can't see no more!" I wailed. "Tell him I tried and tried but I can't see a darned thing. Tell him I don't wanna end up like the girl on Ice Castles! I don't wanna be blind for all eternity, 'cause that's forever! I haven't even seen DisneyLand yet!" This was not good.
"Mr. Kinomoto, sir, we'll have to take your daughter in for some tests, to see if this is permanent or not," said a doctor. At least I think it was a doctor.
The sad news came, telling me that I was blind, but not entirely. My daddy tried to joke with me and said that I was like Alexis Winston, the girl in the movie, and that I would end up being a champion after all. That was a big lie, beacause I didn't feel like a champion. I hardly felt anything. At least I could see a little, even if everything was too blurry and distorted for me to recognize small bits of colors and any object. This was the worst time of my life, and I even told them so.
"Don't worry, Wynn-chan," a small voice said. "We still love you. And who knows? Maybe you can be the best real blind figure skater there ever was." Despite my sadness, I smiled softly. "Thank you..."
"It's me, Joey." She giggled. "We have lotsa work to do, don't we, girls? We're gonna make her famous, Uncle Suke. You'll see. Wynn's gonna be the Wind Charmer!" All my friends agreed, and from that day the nickname stuck to me like glue.
It was hard, the first few months, learning how to use a walking stick and not bumping into anything. I learned how to 'commit sounds to memory' so I would not have to have things repeated to me a gazillion times. I memorized everybody's names very quickly, as well as the scents and smells of lots of things. Soon, I was up and able to do almost anything on my own. I still couldn't hold a knife in my hand, but I was never allowed to anyway. I had to be real careful like with fork, so I didn't jab myself anywhere.
But I was afraid of falling, and skating, and stairs, and heights, but I got used to it after a long time full of hard work. My parents even found me a teacher who could teach me Braile! That's lots of bumps that make words and sentences on a piece of paper. I was taken out of public school and taught as home in Makai. Ms. Dellows was a very nice teacher, and I was an even better pupil. That's what she said.
After two months of constant work, I was six, and I had climbed up and down a set of stairs. Kailei, Ellie, and their Olympic winner mommies and daddies taught me how to skate again, and Aunties Jackie and Lizabeth became our official coaches. And Uncle Jack and my daddy taught us all how to play ice hockey even better than before. They said I was an enforcer, a person who gets to crash into other people- on purpose! I thought I was very good for the job.
I had only one other friend that knew my secret: Gia. She was my first Native Hawaiian friend. We had been best friends since we were little, and she was there when I fell. She didn't care, and said that I could get away with a lot more now since I couldn't see. I thought that was fun, and she was right.
I stared at the gorund, my tale half over. "I'm sorry I never told any of you."
The entire room was quiet, and I feared for the worst. 'Oh..my...GOD!" Charlie said.
"You mean you can't see?" I nodded. "At all?" I swallowed the lump in my throat. 'That's the truth."
"How could you not tell us?" demanded Julie. "We tell you everything!" This was not going as planned. I bowed my head, my hands clasped behind my back. I bit my lip, thinking that was all.
"And you yelled at me because I sprained my wrist!" Adam shouted. "You're such a-a hypocrite." That stung- a lot. I didn't understand. Why were they being like this? I thought they wouldn't care.
That wasn't the end of their shouts. Even Russ, who barely knew me, was agreeing with them. How could they? "If I were Coach, I would not have even let you on the team!" Fulton said. 'And to think I thought he was kind on the inside,' I thought forlornly. This was so wrong. They were ganging up on me, and it hurt worse than being bitten by a shark, something I had heard was terrible.
They would not give me room to explain my case. They would not let me finish. How could they judge me without letting me finish? How?!
"Stop it," I whispered; the shouts continued. "I can see why Coach benched you! You could end up killing someone out there!" That was the final straw. I looked up, my eyes most likely red and puffy.
"I'm the hypocrite, huh, Adam?" I spat. "You guys won't even let me continue. I was only half done, but you know what? That doesn't even matter anymore. You guys are a bunch of jerks, you know. You're just a pathetic excuse for a hockey team. If this is how you're going to act when something bad happens, or when someone finally tells you a secret that's practically been killing them from the inside out, I feel very sorry for your children."
"You know, I actually wanted to be you guys, even before all this. You guys were the Ducks. You were friends with each other, and everyone else. That's all I ever wanted. I actually thought you guys would not care, that you would embrace it. Call it a dream, wishful thinking, anything! I don't care anymore, do you hear me? I don't care if I get hit by a bus! Or get shot on the way to the bank! I would not even scream if I was attacked and raped in a dark alleyway! Hell, I'd embrace it and tell them to have fun killing me! Anything would be better than this!"
"I was stupid and ignorant to think it would not matter to any of you that I am blind. I'm as good as any other fully functional hockey player out there!" I pointed a finger in Russ's direction. "And you! Russ Tyler of South Central L.A. You think you're so smart, don't you? The fact is, you shouldn't even be talking! You barely know me! Correction, you do not know me at all! None of you do. I took the time to learn all I could about you without giving anything away!"
They went silent as I continued. "I know Charlie's allergic to all kinds of nuts, which is why I never eat peanut butter around him! I know Connie's favorite color is orange, and that she loves Guy to death. I know Guy loves her back, but just can't seem to tell her, and they get a good distance, but either they have a fight over nothing, or someone cuts in!..." I continued down the list until I had stopped at Adam.
"I know-I know that Adam's afraid of what everyone thinks of him, especially his father. Ever since his mom died, his father's been hounding him to be the greatest hockey player alive. He wants his son to be what he wasn't, and Adam's too scared to say anything! He told me that he wanted to be the best child in his family. He's got an older brother in high school who hangs out with punks instead of preps. His older brother hates his school, and dislikes his father. And sometimes-" I paused, fighting my tears- "Sometimes Adam wishes it was his father that died and not his mother!"
They all gasped. "Surprised? I'm not. I actually bothered to get to know you all. I know you all probably did, but it does not matter if you're going to hate me forever! So you know what?"
"Li odio tutti, voi stupido asini! Ho desiderato appena essere i vostri amici e forse qualcosa più con Adam! Se questo è il senso che state andando comportarsi, è migliore che non parliamo mai ancora! E tutto questo volta I ha pensato che capiste. Tutto questo volta ero promettente." I stormed out the door. "I guess I was wrong!"
I began to run, pushing past people I don not know, nor care to know. For the second and final time in my life, I was empty. Never again would I trust someone outside my close group of people. I turned sharply, picking up speed as I burst out of the compound. I began to walk down the street, speeddialing a taxi service.
"Hello? I would like a taxi to meet me at 76345 Richmond Street, at the place where they're holding the Junior Goodwill Games," I said quickly. The guy on the other end replied, "I'm on my way, miss."
He was there within five minutes. I got into the cab and said, "The St. Mark Hotel, please." The man drove off, and I asked to listen to the radio. He turned it to RadioDisney, and they were about to play another song. This one was by the Cheetah Girls, and was called It's Over.
Four voices perfectly blending
Right from the start
Ooooh, I'm afraid that's ending
And my world id fallin' apart
IT'S OVER AND I FEEL SO ALONE
THIS IS A SADNESS I'VE NEVER KNOWN
HOW DID I LET
THE SWEETEST OF DREAMS
SLIP AWAY
AND I'M AFRAID THE HURT IS
HERE TO STAY
I found myself singling the lyrics softly. The cab pulled up to the hotel, and I handed him a wad a of cash before exiting the car. Juggling my pack in my hands, I opened it and reached for my walking stick. Opening it, I made my was into the lobby. "Um, can someone please direct me to room number 613?" I asked.
"Of course. The rather larger family that booked nearly a floor."
I grinned despite the fact that I was in pain. "That's them all right." For once, I was thankful that I was not wearing my USA warm up suit as the lady led me to the room. She was going to knock on the door, but I stopped her. "I can do it," I said gently. She left, leaving me alone to wallow in my sorrow.
Promises made, not meant
to be broken
From a long time ago
Oooooh, so many words still unspoken
Tell me how was I to know
(IT'S OVER)
IT'S OVER
NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
WHY IN THE WORLD DID THIS
HAPPEN TO ME?
HOW COULD I LET
THE SWEETEST OF DREAMS
SLIP AWAY
AND I'M AFRAID THE HURT IS
HERE TO STAY
I go around and round
And round in my head
Wanting to take back
Whatever I said
No one was right
We all made mistakes
I'm ready to do whatever it takes
Please, please, please
DON'T LET IT BE...
OVER!
NO, THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS
I NEED MY SISTERS, MY FAMILY, MY FRIENDS
DON'T WANNA LET
THE SWEETEST OF DREAMS
SLIP AWAY
'CAUSE IF IT'S OVER
THEN THE HURT IS HERE TO STAY
I was still singing the song, slowly raising my hand to rap on the door. I had tried, and failed. It was over. I was never going back. I knocked on the door hard.
DON'T LET IT BE OVER
PLEASE,
DON'T LET IT BE OVER
I waited, still singing, the hot tears now running freely down my cheeks. My head was bowed, and I was visibly trembling. This felt worse than the last time I was hurt like this. I was never going to forget this. The scars would last forever. I was going to have to see Dr. House again.
PLEASE, DON'T LET IT BE OVER
The door opened as the song ended, leaving me face to face with Kitara. "Wynn! You're here!" she yelled. "I'm so glad to-oh! OH, no!" Still sobbing, I flung myself forward, dropping both my walking stick and backpack to the ground, enveloping myself in my sister's arms. "Wynn? What happened?" she asked gently, stroking my hair. I couldn't speak, my throat caught. Why in the world did my life have to be so complicated?
She backed into the room, yelling, "Ragazze! Abbiamo una situazione importante qui! Aiuto! È Wynn!" Bending down, she scooped up my things and backed into the room, kicking the door shut. An a rush, gasps were heard. My friends had arrived. Kitara led me to a bed and I flopped down, my head in my hands. Tears dripped onto the floor as Hayley rubbed my back. Kailei held a glass of apple juice in her hands, which she offered to me. I took it gratefully and managed to swallow a bit before everything- my breakfast, my lunch, and everything else I had eaten that day- was about to come up. I was rushed into the bathroom, where I spent a good ten minutes retching violently.
"What do you think happened?" asked Joelle. "I dunno. She's pretty upset. If someone hurt her, it must have been very badly, for her to be going through all of this," Sakura replied. My hands felt around until I found the toilet handle. Once the toilet was flushed, I moved to the sink and washed my mouth and wet my face. I could not see what I looked like, but I knew I was a sight.
Stumbling back into the room, I fell to my knees, about to break out in sobs again. "Wynnie? Tell us what happened so we can beat the assholes to shreds!" Elliot said. I looked up in her direction, and wailed, "How could they do this to me?" as I began to sob again. I had reached a new low.
IT'S OVER
NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
WHY IN THE WORLD DID THIS
HAPPEN TO ME?
HOW COULD I LET
THE SWEETEST OF DREAMS
SLIP AWAY
AND I'M AFRAID THE HURT IS
HERE TO STAY
I sang loud enough for them to hear me over my sobs. They understood immediately, judging by their responses. Cody and Ellie both swore like the dickens and I heard something smash against a wall; Sakura and Joelle gasped in horror; Kitara got up and left the room with Kailei; and Hayley gave me a box of Kleenex and said, "Let it all out, Wynn-chan. Cry out all your pain. Those jerks don't deserve to live after what they did to you. I can have them killed, you know? I've got the money."
I chuckled lightly. "No. Don't. It's bad enough that I'm not going back there, but you can't just kill them. Then I'll always remember. I don't want to remember. It's better if I don't." We could all hear my mother shouting in the other room. "She's yelling at your coach- in ten languages! Good for her!" Cody exclaimed. "I would have killed him with my bare hands."
A moment later, my sister and Kai brought my mother back into the room. Everyone else in our family followed up to the door and just listened. "Are you all right, Wynn?" my mother asked. I shook my head. "I told them, and they all yelled at me. They would not even let me finish my tale! They called my a hypocrite, a fake, and a liar! It hurt worse than what Josh Manning did to me. I would have preferred to have died then!" I screamed angrily. "How could they- I trusted them, damn it! And they broke me into a million shards!" Everyone gasped as I continued with my new found voice.
My eyes narrowed. "And that's not the worst of it. I'm in love with one of my teammates, and he hates me! Why the hell could I have not just died when I was six? And to add to my misery, the anniversary is tonight! I think I'm brought my medicine. If not, I won't sleep." I crossed my arms and glared at nothing.
"You've got them. You always carry them on you," I heard my brother Mark say from the doorway. I nodded. "Unless I forgot them in my dorm. Which reminds me, when I go back, I'm calling it quits. I'm skating the Championships and going home! I've had enough of California, and I've had enough of Minnesota! I'm going back to where I know I'll be fine! Makai!"
Mom nodded with understanding. "All right. I'll get you a ticket first thing tomorrow, is that okay?" I nodded. "It's fine," I said quietly.
"You should get some rest Wynn. Take your meds and go to sleep. We'll watch over you." I was handed a pill and some water. I hurriedly swallowed both. "Thanks." I felt for a bed and laid down, ignoring the stupid little voice inside my head.
I told you so, said Yumi.
Oh, stuff it! I don't need you here anyways!
Oh, but of course you do. I help with the dreams, you know.
Oh? Well, I said, I hate you and you should go rot in a corner.
Don't, she told me gently. Never give in to your dreams. If you do, you'll be dead.
Why should I not give in, hm? I have only my family with me. No one else. I don't want to get hurt again.
You won't. Not while I'm around. Go to sleep. I'll watch over you.
I fell asleep, hoping my medicine would kick in. It did, until I woke up in the early hours of the next day to go to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my tired and worn face. I slipped back into bed, not noticing the bottle of pills by the bed. I passed out again, falling into a vivid dreamed sleep.
I woke up once more with cold water all over me. I gasped for air, my lungs burning. "It happened again," Kitara said softly. "You gave us quite a scare. I'm guessing you did not take your meds before you passed out again."
"How long has it been since I left?" I asked quietly. "Ah, less than a day. Tonight's the Champs. Mom called your FS coach. She's all right with you being here and hopes you feel better. She also went to get your plane ticket if she can. Aunt Hannah is willing to take us to get your stuff now, if you want." I nodded. "The sooner we get my stuff, the better. Let's go."
"There are some clothes on the sink in the bathroom for you to wear. Hurry it up, will you?"
I nodded, and within twenty minutes, I was clean and dressed in a pale blue strapless top, a dark blue shrug, and a pair of Kitara's jeans. Then we piled into the Stewarts' car and drove off towards the stadium.
It was going to be a very long day.
That's the end of this fabulous chapter. Now's the time to review, and I don't care how rude it is. I really like all reviews, cause they rock! So, these are the translations using BabelFish (I do NOT SPEAK ITALIAN, but I want to) The first is the first by Wynn, the second by her sister Kitara.
"I hate you all, you stupid asses! I just wanted to be your friends, and maybe something more with Adam! If this is the way you're going to act, it is better that we never speak again! And all this time I thought you would understand. All this time I was hopeful."
"Girls! We have a major situation here! Help! It's Wynn!"
So that's basically all, I mean, there will be another part of the climax. Think of it as the ending of the climax, but it is not the end. This is the longest chapter I have ever written. Tell me what ya think.
Keep the peace
The Wind Charmer