Before you guys begin reading, I'd like to thank mystic47, TitanMaddix, and DaOneInDaCorner for Alaya, Ophelia, and Luke. They created these beautiful people. I'm just the one that'll be torturing them for the next year xD

Truth be told, I'm actually not sure if I got these characters completely right, which is one of the reasons why this chapter took so long to upload. If I'm not doing them justice, creators, please tell me so that I can fix my mistakes next time! :)

Pewter City was a city of stone.

The trainers, likewise, all had a stone cold determination built inside of them. They weren't overly friendly and mild-mannered like the Pallet Town stereotype, nor were they rude and maleficent like the Lavender Town trope. Trainers from Pewter City were tough, unwavering — and they were the perfect kind of people to survive in the wilderness.

Alaya Cressant was the perfect representation of that.

Contrary to popular belief, she wasn't a dumb girl. Quirky? Sure. A bit air-headed? Sure. But never stupid. Alaya knew the risks and dangers of adventuring out into the Kanto Region, and she knew that few ever really achieved their dreams of fame and fortune. Hell, she even knew that her parents weren't 100% accepting of this desire of hers — but if anything, that just made her want to follow her dreams even more.

Because Alaya Cressant could do it. No matter what anyone said, or how much anyone sneered. She truly, honestly could become something more than the average trainer.

"I'm leaving!" the sixteen-year-old exclaimed happily, rushing down the stairs of her house. Because her parents were Pewter City's most renowned Pokémon breeders, they could afford one of the nicest houses there, and they also needed a large backyard for the Pokémon. Her friends often sucked their teeth in jealousy at the lavish style of her home.

Truthfully, it was a nice life. It really was.

Just not the life for Alaya.

Her mother, Serafina Cressant, peeped her head out of the kitchen at the sound of her daughter practically jumping downstairs. A pinch of sadness clutched at her throat. Alaya was leaving her; her pride and joy was leaving her; her only child was finally leaving her. Serafina loved her daughter to death — and even though she'd rather her become a breeder, she was still severely proud of her. The fact that she had to go, though . . . That was the hard part.

"Already?" Serafina asked, drying her hands with a towel as she stepped in Alaya's way. "But it's so early, sweetie. Don't you want me to at least make lunch?"

Alaya shook her head, the smile on her face almost blinding. "Nope. I'll just eat when I get to Viridian City later today. Ooh, do you think they'll give out free food to new trainers? If so, I might need to be a new trainer every day!"

She laughed, completely oblivious to the pained smile on her mother's face. Yes, Viridian City was definitely the right place for her to go. Because of the annual Beginner's Festival held, new Pokémon trainers from around the entire region were congregating there. It'd usually take an entire day — and sometimes more, depending on if she'd get lost — of wandering through the Viridian Forest, but because the event was such a big thing around the region, there was a bus that took newbie trainers to the city for free.

And she absolutely had to go. Sure, she could have simply trained her Ekans right then and hoped for the best against Brock . . . but that wasn't any fun, right? She could catch more Pokémon by going to Viridian City, as well as meet new people. And the late-night parties were known to be absolutely epic.

"Well, if you insist . . ." Serafina brought Alaya close for a hug, and the sixteen-year-old paused her frantic thoughts to hug back. No matter how tense things became, Alaya sincerely loved her parents. Yes, even her infuriating father.

And speaking of the devil . . .

Garret Cressant walked into the room, a permanent frown on his tanned face. The man was a giant, standing at nearly 6'5, and the muscles on his arms were a clear testament of his strength. But even with his brusque appearance, the man was an amazing Pokémon breeder, and showed incredible love to Pokémon of all types.

If only he could extend some love to us, Alaya thought, frowning a little. But no, she refused to let him ruin her mood. Not today. Not ever again, actually.

"Welcome to the party," she spoke, injecting as much cheerfulness as she could into her voice. "It's good that you made it, actually. I'm just about to leave!"

Garret simply nodded at his daughter, a tinkle of disappointment in his eyes. Truthfully, he loved his family more than anything in the world. He just lacked the ability to show it — and with Alaya, it was even worse, because she was always so bubbly and upbeat and . . . different. She was so, so different from him. And it hurt him even more to see her preparing to leave on a journey across Kanto when all he ever wanted was for her to continue the family profession.

But for once, he wouldn't argue. He wouldn't get mad. Garret would do nothing but purse his lips and let his daughter do whatever she wanted to do with her life.

Alaya frowned as her father went immediately to the kitchen, completely indifferent to the grand event that was about to take place. She was about to begin her Pokémon adventure! Wasn't that even enough to crack a simple smile out of him?

"Whatever," she said, loud enough for him to hear. Smiling, she gripped the straps of her bag. "I wasn't expecting you to react much anyway, so it's cool."

That was Alaya Cressant; blunt as hell, while injecting a reasonable amount of cheerfulness to not offend someone. Well, most of the time. Rarely did Alaya even realize when she had pissed someone off, which attracted just as many people as it pushed away.

"Anyway," she said, turning towards her mother. "The bus takes off soon, so I'll be leaving now! Take care of things while I'm gone, alright? That means no Pokémon are allowed in my room, except for that little Onix you're talking care of, because even my rules can be bended. And— Wait, if I'm not here . . . WHO'S GOING TO STOP THE RANDOM MEN FROM FLIRTING WITH YOU? Oh my Arceus, I better not have a little brother named Henry Black when I get back . . . Hey, that rhymed!"

As Alaya laughed, Serafina stifled her own giggles behind her hand. That's why she loved her daughter so much; no matter what, she never failed to make her laugh. It made her happy to know that this departure wouldn't be a depressing one.

But at the same time, it worried her. Could Alaya really survive in such a dangerous world? Could her sweet, carefree, lovable daughter seriously endure the perils of Pokémon training?

Serafina hoped and prayed that she could, that she would.

With one last hug and one last kiss, Alaya opened the door to her house and walked into the bright sunlight of the outdoors. Heart pounding, smile widening, Alaya could barely contain the excitement and determination that etched into her very soul. This was finally happening! She was finally becoming a Pokémon trainer, one that would rock the Pokémon world and turn her into someone of legend.

Alaya had dreamed of this moment ever since she was a little girl. At first, she wanted to become the Champion, like so many others of her age. But as she grew older — and a bit more world-weary — she lost sight of that. There was just so much competition for that coveted role, and the thought of her actually succeeding dwindled more and more by the day. But then, a new goal planted itself into her mind. Alaya wanted to be a hero; someone who helped and encouraged people, someone that people looked to when things went amiss, someone that everyone had no choice but to acknowledge.

Alaya Cressant wanted to be a Gym Leader.

Being the best didn't always mean being the Champion, after all.

So there she was, walking through the streets of Pewter City. Black hair, light brown at the tips, swept behind her shoulders. Deep brown eyes that practically gleamed in happiness, her red and black glasses replaced with contact lenses — because adventuring around the region with glasses was incredibly risky. And lastly, Alaya's blinding smile that greeted everyone who passed by. The girl was practically a beacon of light.

Minutes passed before the sixteen-year-old finally made it to the bus stop. The bus was already parked, some newbie Pokémon trainers already sat inside. As she took those first few steps onto the bus, those first few steps into a brand new world, the driver shot her a curious look.

"You're lookin' to get to Viridian City?" he asked, his voice deep and rough.

With his messy hair and lazy demeanor, he didn't look any older than eighteen. Alaya couldn't stop the grin from forming on her face; he was cute.

"Yep," she answered, quickly digging in her bag and taking out her trainer license, flashing the rectangular card in his face. "I'm starting my journey today, so hopefully that means the ride is free. Or am I wrong?"

He shook his head, thumbing towards the back. "Nah, you're right. Hop in and take a seat. I'm leavin' for the city in about fifteen minutes, so make yourself comfy."

"Awesome!" Unable to contain her excitement, Alaya took a seat directly behind the driver, dropping her bag and then leaning over the seat to smile directly at him. "You're cute, by the way. I'm Alaya Cressant. Actually . . . You probably just saw that from my license, so pretend that didn't happen. Anyway, I like your face, so I'm just gonna bug you for the entire bus ride. Alright?"

At the boy's incredulous stare, she simply gave him a cheeky smile. Yes, Alaya was definitely a handful at times, and far too candid for her own good. But at the end of the day, that's just who the girl was; she was incredibly sincere, and was never afraid to speak her mind. And wasn't that a good thing?

To Alaya, it was, and that was all that mattered. She didn't have time to worry about what other people thought of her.

Her Pokémon adventure was just beginning, after all — and she was going to enjoy it.

Ophelia Lafleur, as usual, was the first one to awake in her home.

Well, the seventeen-year-old wouldn't normally call her house an actual home. To her, home was where the heart was — and considering that she just moved to Kanto a year ago, leaving behind everything in the Kalos Region, Ophelia wasn't quite ready to call her large house a home.

She rolled out of bed, letting her bare feet gingerly touch the wooden floor below. Ophelia's family was very well-off, and so her room was a lot bigger than normal girls', and a lot fancier. Sitting on the edge of her queen-sized bed, the girl stared at herself in her life-size mirror, allowing the drowsiness to slowly ease out of her system. Her golden brown eyes bored into the reflection, inspecting the messiness of her black curls before resting on the dryness around her red lips.

There's something important about today, right? she thought, tilting her head a little, as if that'd allow the blinding cloud of amnesia to waft out of her ears. But no matter how hard she thought, and no matter how much her arched eyebrows furrowed, Ophelia couldn't focus on a single thing. This always happened; as soon as she woke up, she'd do nothing but stumble around and finish her mundane morning routine, before coherent thought finally made itself known in her brain.

But something was different about today. Something felt different.

Her eyes blinked once, twice, thrice — and like the flick of a light-switch, Ophelia Lafleur finally realized exactly what was important about today.

Today was the day that she officially started her Pokémon journey.

Ophelia's head turned towards the digital clock resting at her bedside, and nothing could prepare her for the time displayed in a bright red glare. 11:38 AM. The bus that took newbie Pokémon trainers to Viridian City arrived at noon.

"Holy shit—!" The seventeen-year-old female hopped out of bed, swearing, running straight into her own bathroom. This couldn't have been happening. Not today, the one day she absolutely couldn't afford to sleep in, the one day that needed to be perfect.

And there she was, frantically taking off her clothes, only twenty minutes left to get ready for the start of her new career. Ophelia wanted to bang her head against the wall. Multiple times. But because that would just be wasting time, she refrained from giving herself a mild concussion.

Maybe later.

Ophelia didn't take long. No matter how much she wanted to soak in the shower and fantasize about the amazing things that were bound to happen in her ever-changing life, she just couldn't risk it. So she swiftly took her shower, quickly dried her hair — for as long as she could stand — and tied it into the messiest bun in the entire universe. And then, she brushed her teeth, while simultaneously applying a modest amount of makeup on her chocolate brown skin.

It was hard, excruciatingly stressful work.

And while Ophelia outwardly groaned and complained and sweared at every fifth second, the seventeen-year-old was inwardly enjoying this frenzied state of running around everywhere. Ophelia always had to be doing something, always had to be moving around and being productive in some way, shape, or form. She had been confined to a demanding, uneventful life for far too long. Being forced to sit down and do nothing for long periods of time made her mind race, and it made her terribly anxious. But being able to run around, loud and free . . .

Well, to Ophelia, it meant the entire world.

That's why she was becoming a Pokémon trainer in the first place. Not to become the very best there ever was, or to catch them all, or whatever kids her age typically said. No, Ophelia Lafleur was simply tired of having her entire life chosen for her, and having nothing to do but follow behind her busy father. She was sick of having to move all the time; she was sick of leaving behind everything, friends and all, without a say in the matter; she was sick of being a puppet to her parents' busy lifestyle.

But not anymore. Ophelia's father — Oscar Lafleur — had finally given her the permission to travel across the Kanto Region on a Pokémon journey. Sure, it only took a few months of brutally ignoring him when she first asked, and even then he only agreed because his business partners assured him that there'd be no more moving for a long time . . . but whatever.

It was happening, and that was all that mattered.

After finishing up in the bathroom, her hair a giant mess and her makeup applied pretty badly, Ophelia rushed over to put on her clothes. Thankfully, the girl had already picked out an outfit last night, so she only had to poke in her closet and snatch out her outfit for the day; a blue athletic sweatshirt, tight running pants with a flower design on the sides, and comfortable black shoes. Lastly, the girl snatched up her blue and white backpack — especially making sure not to forget her phone.

"Am I ready?" she asked aloud, looking over herself in the mirror's reflection. Her slightly wet hair made her cringe, and the lipstick on her lips was definitely not up-to-par . . . but then she looked over at the digital clock, saw that she only had ten minutes left, and suddenly her appearance didn't matter so much.

Who cared what people thought anyway? Not her. Ophelia was the type of girl that exuded nonchalance and confidence in any social situation, no matter if she looked like a sick Golbat.

Before leaving for downstairs, Ophelia made sure not to forget the most important part of her journey. It would be a crime and a shame if she somehow managed to leave her Swablu, the only Pokémon that she had.

Ophelia rushed over to the back of her room, where her small bird-type Pokémon lay, softly snoring. Just like the rest of her family, Swablu typically spent the mornings fast asleep, and was more active during the night. Ophelia realized early-on that Swablu rarely liked going in her Pokéball, so she mainly slept and did everything else outside of it. Which, at this point in time, wasn't really the best situation, considering that they needed to leave right now.

"Hey, 'Blu . . ." The female Pokémon trainer gently shook her Pokémon, smiling a little as it opened it's eyes and let out a yawn-like noise. "Today's the day, buddy. Come on, I'm running a little late right now, so we need to leave, like, immediately."

". . . Swa!" Swablu was quick to understand, even though it was just awoken from it's deadly important slumber, and quickly hopped atop Ophelia's messy hair. The girl sighed in response; Swablu typically liked perching atop her head, so she rarely complained anymore. And it wasn't as if her hair could look any worse at this point.

With one last look around her room, a place that she still couldn't call her home, the seventeen-year-old walked through the door and practically jumped down the stairs.

"Anyone alive down here?" she asked, taking a quick second to look around the kitchen and living room. But just like she thought, every member of her family was dead asleep. Figures. Her father, a prominent business-man, was always overworked and needed as much sleep as humanly possible. Her mother just wasn't a morning person, despite how cheerful and stereotypical she seemed. And her younger brother always stayed up during the nights, watching PokéTube videos and playing video games, so he tended to sleep until the late afternoons.

Sighing, Ophelia started looking around for a pen and a sheet of paper. If she would've overslept and missed the bus, she would have killed all three of them for being lazy bums — including Swablu, for also not having the decency to awake when the sun rose. The fact that she'd have to leave without saying goodbye to her family was a tiny bit disconcerting, though — but if Ophelia was anything, it was adaptable. She'd just write them a letter for now, and then call them when she made it to Viridian City.

And because Cerulean City was a pretty prominent place in Kanto, she'd be back to see them sometime soon. The Beginner's Festival, however, was just something that she could not miss out on. It was bad enough that she had to wait an extra year before teenagers typically left.

Thankfully, Ophelia found a sheet of notebook paper on the kitchen table, and a pen in the drawer underneath. Popping open the wiring utensil, she bent over the counter and began to furiously write.

Hi. Woke up late so had to rush to bus. Didn't have time to wake you all up and say bye. But I do want to say thank you Dad for finally letting me go on this journey, and thank you Mom for persuading him. I love you both so much and I'll see you again soon.

Oh, and for Isaac; don't get in trouble while I'm gone. Love you too.

I'll call you guys when I get there.

Ophelia would have normally placed the note in a more noticeable place than the kitchen counter — but her eyes wandered to the time on the stove, 11:57 AM, and the panic once again set in the pit of her chest.

With a huff, the seventeen-year-old girl took one last look around the house that she still refused to call home . . . and just like that, she opened the door to the house and stepped into the bright sunlight of Cerulean City.

Her Pokémon adventure was finally beginning. She was finally getting a chance to live her life; she was finally getting a chance to prove herself.

And like a bird set free, Ophelia Lafleur would fly towards her happiness.

Lavender Town was one of Kanto's more well-known places — but not necessarily in a good way.

The town was known by many to be extremely haunted, which wasn't very surprising at all, considering the place was basically a graveyard for the majority of it's existence. And with the creation of the new Radio Tower, many say that the ghosts of both human and Pokémon are even more angry; to have their resting places destroyed for a stupid radio station must have been a major blow to their ethereal egos, right?

Even though the Lavender Radio Tower had attracted a lot more attention to the town, that still didn't excuse the residents from being relatively nasty with each other, and with whoever else decided to visit the place.

Luke Church, a natural-born citizen of Lavender Town, was a work-in-progress.

The sixteen-year-old male was currently fighting in an official Pokémon battle against another wannabe-trainer, Maverick Johnson. Both Luke and Maverick were born and raised in Lavender Town, and so they both knew each other pretty decently. Well, most people knew of Luke; his dreams of fame and recognition, coupled along with his brother's enormous popularity, made him a very well-known person. To Maverick, though, Luke was just another guy with the same goal as him; to become Champion of the Kanto Region.

To Luke, Maverick was just another irritation in a town of annoyances.

"Alright, Elekid. Keep your head in the game," Maverick said, staring at the other teenage boy with a mixture of tenacity and exhilaration. He was determined to win this match; nobody had ever beaten Luke, as far as he knew, and so he definitely wanted to be the first. He and Elekid were a good team, after all.

And since today was the day that trainers from Lavender were all heading to Viridian City for the Beginner's Festival, journalists and interviewers from the Radio Tower were centered in on their battle, watching and commentating and snapping pictures at every opportunity. Maverick absolutely refused to lose here.

It was too bad that Luke, too, was not going to allow himself to admit defeat.

"Shock wave, Elekid!"

The yellow, round-bodied Pokémon charged at Luke's Ralts, spinning his arms around to charge up for an attack. Electricity began surging from the Elekid's arms, and the striped Pokémon ran just a little closer to the Psychic Pokémon before releasing a wave of lightning at the Ralts.

Fortunately, Luke was quick-witted enough to know that dodging an attack like that wouldn't work, and so he opened his pink lips for a calm command.

"Teleport."

Ralts was gone in a flash, the electricity missing the Psychic entirely. Both Elekid and Maverick looked around in confusion, desperately trying to locate Ralts' position. Neither of them saw the small, white Pokémon falling from the air. Neither of them could stop the Ralts from landing right on top of Elekid's head, damaging it, before jumping off and landing gracefully in front of his trainer.

"What the heck?" Maverick exclaimed, stomping childishly. "That has got to be cheating!"

"Shut up with all the whining," Luke grumbled, massaging his temples. "But yeah, you're right. Using a move that my Pokémon has learned is clearly cheating."

"It is!"

Luke sighed, simply shaking his head in response. The boy was easily annoyed when it came to the people of Lavender Town — or anyone, really. And why shouldn't he be? When half of the populace believed in ghosts and demons, it was pretty hard not to be the least bit irritated by their stupidity. Not only that, but the constant chatter and camera-clicking of the radio reporters were starting to become extremely taxing on his patience. If he could, he'd break all of their cameras and yell at them to leave him alone.

. . . Well, he could, but that wouldn't be the best solution. If Luke was anything, he was poised. He was very inept at keeping his composure, even when the world around him threatened to shake in vexatiousness. He had his older brother to thank for that, after all; Daniel Church, nicknamed Lavender Town's strongest trainer, was constantly trying to ruffle his feathers.

Luke was almost immune now. Almost.

"Arthur, let's just finish this battle with a Magical Leaf," Luke ordered, his slightly irate expression instantly morphed into a stone cold glare. His deep brown eyes narrowed in both serious concentration and a powerful determination to win.

Ralts — nicknamed Arthur by his trainer — nodded, concentrating his psychic power and allowing the raw energy to form around him.

"Erk . . . Dodge it, Elekid!" Maverick yelled, starting to feel a bit panicked — but nothing could stop Ralts' magical energy from contorting into sharp leaves and slamming straight into the electric Pokémon.

Elekid was instantly knocked into unconsciousness.

Luke gave the other teenage boy a small smirk, revelling in his dumbfounded expression. That'd teach him for suddenly challenging him to a match right before he could board the bus to Viridian, simultaneously causing so many different individuals to stop and view the match. Speaking of the viewers . . . The victory felt a little too anticlimactic for them, personally, but that didn't stop anyone from cheering and rushing towards both Pokémon trainers.

"You won, Mr. Church!"

"And a sad victory for rookie-trainer Maverick Johnson."

"How do you feel about this sudden loss? Do you believe that this is a bad premonition for the rest of your Pokémon career?"

"How are you so strong, Mr. Luke Church? Has your older brother been sharing secrets with you?"

While Maverick was trying his hardest to answer the bombardment of questions, picking up his shattered ego from the ground, Luke simply returned his Ralts into his Pokéball and attached the red-and-white ball onto his belt. A thank-you was not required; Ralts knew that, was used to that slightly cold treatment. Luke Church respected his lone Pokémon — but that's where the line stopped.

It wasn't his fault. Not necessarily. If his parents weren't killed by a cave-in caused by the Graveler in Mt. Moon, then he'd have probably grown to love and treat Pokémon as friends rather than servants. But his parents were killed; he and his brother were left to fend for themselves; Pokémon were the cause of their unhappiness.

Maybe his legendary brother, Daniel, could let it go. Forgive and forget is what they all say, after all. But not Luke. Never Luke.

Because of his parents' early demise, Luke grew a monumental grudge against Pokémon of all types, and swore to change the safety policies of the Kanto Region. It just wasn't right that Pokémon were allowed to kill humans willy-nilly. It just wasn't right that the people were used to that insane treatment. And what kind of Champion was Red if he just silently allowed for these things to happen? Even Lance could do something — and yet, he was just as useless.

That's why Luke was fully intent on becoming Champion of the Kanto Region. His older brother was close to accomplishing that goal himself — but no, Luke would not allow Daniel to become the Champion. Daniel was just too passive; he'd get absolutely nothing done. Nothing important, anyway.

And so this was Luke's chance. He was sixteen, and today was the day that he'd finally be able to take the bus to Viridian City. Today was the day that he'd finally be able to begin his conquest for ultimate power and recognition.

And justice.

"Um . . . Mr. Church? Do you hear us?" one of the reporters asked, bringing the microphone closer to the boy's face. "Is your older brother the secret of your strength?"

Luke blinked, somehow maintaining his blank facade, even though the question made him sick to his stomach. He hated when people compared him to Daniel. This journey of his was also about proving his own independence. Luke didn't want to be like his brother; Luke wanted to be better.

"I like to think that when I'm out by myself in the wilderness, fighting against . . . Let's say a wild Scyther. No amount of secrets that Daniel gives me will be enough to prevent it's blade from chopping into my neck." Laughing at his own morbid joke, Luke shook his head. "But honestly, no, he hasn't really shared anything with me. Not like I want him to. All of my strength and talent comes from me."

"And your Pokémon, of course," another reporter said, flashing a camera to catch his deadpanned expression. "Right?"

"Of course." Not.

The bus behind them suddenly honked, the driver letting everyone know that he's ready to go. With the interview cut short, Luke allowed himself to smile a little, shrugging at the reporters' disappointed frowns. Even though they annoyed the hell out of him, he knew the benefits of being on the radio. More exposure would gain him more followers, and more followers was the ultimate key to becoming Champion.

Nobody could seriously do it without allies, of course. And Luke was the best at gaining allies.

Manipulative? Sure. Did he care? Of course not.

"Wait, Mr. Church! Before you leave, do you have any last remarks to say before officially starting your journey?"

"Any last remarks?" Luke tilted his head a little, a strand of his dark brown hair falling in his eyes. His brain worked for a response. ". . . I guess I just want the people of Kanto to know that I will be their next Champion. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I will make it all the way to the top, and nobody will stop me."

And by nobody, Luke Church meant absolutely nobody. His goal was set in stone.

It was only a matter of time before he achieved it.

I always have SO much to say in these Author's Notes, and yet when I finally start writing them, everything just goes away. Sigh. Well, for starters, I guess that I want to thank everyone who's reviewed and followed and continues to support this story of mine. Seriously, words cannot explain the joy I receive when reading a review, and even seeing a follow/favorite notification just lights up my day. It motivates me, even when I'm one of the most unreliable people to ever grace this earth.

So yeah, thanks to EVERYONE, and I really hope that you enjoy this chapter as well. Personally, it feels really choppy to me, and it doesn't help that I made you guys wait an extra week. Sorry about that, but school mixed with my own personal life (and horrible sleeping pattern) made this very hard to complete. Not that I'm losing motivation or anything, but just that I don't nearly have enough free time as I should have.

So long story short, I hate school and it's the cause of this late update, as well as the choppiness of it. (Writing one scene on one day, stopping for four days, and then writing the next scene tends to do that)

BUT yeah, I finally updated and I'm legit so happy because I really love this story and the crazy ideas I have and UGH I'M SO HAPPY THAT THESE INTRODUCTIONS ARE ALMOST OVER BECAUSE LEGIT THEY'RE THE WORST TO WRITE FOR ANY FANDOM. After the last 3 are done, I can finally get right down to the fun stuff. HOPEFULLY I'll be done by next week.

Let's all take a moment to pray for that.

A-Anyway, if your eyes have graced this chapter, then you must review. No exceptions. If you don't review, you will have 303654 years of bad luck. And yes, before you ask; I am a witch. Or is the male version of witch a wizard . . ? Whatever. Just please review because I'm shamelessly thirsty and I want to make sure that I haven't lost you guys. :)

Bai!