Warnings: Language, innuendos, sexual comments and comparisons (especially in Dragon's head, cuz she has a dirty mind at time),

Rating: Well, even though in the first chapter I could easily get away with T, I don't really want to risk it with this one, some I'm just gonna go ahead and upgrade it to an M

Other: Note- I realised that some of you might not initially know what I mean when I say smallclothes- basically, they're underwear. Just thought you'd like to know that

Well, you guys know the drill from the last one. Enjoy!

The first thing I had noticed when I awoke was that my head was foggy. Not quite the "Oh crap, I got drugged last night, am I pregnant now?" foggy, more of the "I must have lost a lot of blood, because I still feel a little off from that and I have that full body tingling feeling that you get when you've had a lot of healing spells cast on you" sort of thing, though there was also something else that felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was, so I just decided to ignore it for the time being. At that particular moment, I didn't remember what had happened to me the night before, and honestly I could feel that my body was not totally healed from whatever it was that happened, since there's only so much healing energy a body can take at one time before it starts to bcome harmful, which is why healers heal people over time, rather than just sending six or seven healing spells at them at once, then telling whoever it was to get out. Besides, this bed was comfortable, as far as beds go, so I'm just going to lay here a bit longer.

I felt, however, that I had been sleeping for quite some time though, as while my body was content to just lay there, my mind was too restless to just relax and not think, and, for lack of anything better to contemplate, my restless mind traveled back to what, exactly, had put me in this obviously weakened state. I remembered getting the assignment from Farkas, how it was just supposed to be a short, easy mission, perfect for a "new-blood", since I was still considered one.

All I was supposed to need to do was track down a small group of bandits and kill them, but, well, obviously there were a lot more of them than we had thought. I breathed in deeply as it slowly started to come back to me, my memories slowly pouring into my mind at about the same speed that chilled molasses would.

The bandits had gone into ancient nordic ruins, and they had used someone with nearly perfect stealth skills, better than anyone I knew, to let them get to the treasure without having to fight through the hoard of undead in the ruins. Sadly, I am no where near matched with their stealth agent, so I ended up fighting about twenty or so draugr. Then, to top off that wonderfulness, I found out that the "small clan of bandits" had actually been a large hunting party, or something like that, for a very large clan of bandits. There were about fourty or so of them in there, and I ended up repeatedly summoning a flame atronach to distract and do some damage to their group while I slowly picked them off from above with my arrows.

After an mini-duel with their stealth agent, which I won (while I may not be as good at sneaking, there are very few people who stand a chance against me with a bow in my hand), I looked down and saw that there were only thirteen or fourteen men left. That was when I made my mistake.

I got cocky, I didn't take into account that they were clearly far more skilled then simple bandits- I'm thinking they they were at one point or even still are, professional mercenaries. As it was, I overestimated myself and underestimated them. I did manage to defeat them all, but at a heavy price- I had several critical wound scattered around my body, I was out of health and magicka potions, and one of the men had poisoned their weapon with a long acting posion that blocked my magicka regeneration. In essence, I had messed up big time when I jumped down from my perfectly safe ledge and tried to take them on myself.

I had, quite literally, crawled away from the ruins, barely alive and my only hope of surviving was if I somehow managed to make it back to the road, or, by some one in a million chance, someone happened to find me out there before I lost too much blood and died. I couldn't remember when and where I actually passed out, but I did know one thing- I had definitely not managed to to make it back to the road.

That thought gave me pause- Honestly, what was the chance that anyone would ever find me out there, especially when it was dark as pitch, barring the small amount of light provided by the stars, especially since I had been face-down and everything but my face was covered in dark clothing and armour and the side of my (exceptionally pale usually, and at the time probably almost pure white) face that would have been visible when laying face-down was probably mostly covered by my jet-black, excessively long hair... And even though my body would have been clearly visible in the sunlight, theres no way I could have remained alive for that long without healing, so someone had to have found me pretty soon (probably within minutes) after I fell unconcious for me to still be alive.

And, for my body to not be in severe pain, I was probably out for at least a day or two, unless for some reason I just can't feel the places that should be in pain, or those injured part just aren't there anymore... Is it paranoid to take inventory or your own body? Because I'm feeling very paranoid right now, and I have this uncontrollable urge to just move a little bit- you know, check and make sure that my leg wasn't amputated and sold in the black market (get your Dragonborn limb here people, only 1395 gold!), or that I'm not drugged up majorly or something (though if I was jacked on something, that would definitely explain why I haven't felt even mild discomfort yet when, after such a painful close call, I should at least be wincing.

I didn't move very much, just shifted slightly in the bed. Yep, I could definitely feel my legs, as I just realised that one of them had been asleep and was now getting that stupid antsy feeling that limbs get when they "Wake Up", and they seemed to be in pretty good condition too, as far as things go. Arms are fine as far as I can tell, I can flex my finger and shift my arms, and everything else seemed to be where if was supposed to be as well.

Now that I've begun moving, though, I've begun to feel all of my new wounds- quite a few of which will definitely become scars when they finally heal. Though they do ache, it doesn't really hurt and can be easily ignored, which really should not be the case for such serious wounds being inflicted last night. I really should be in a lot more pain than this.

I guess it could be a spell or potion that dulls the nerves, but then, no it can't be that. Those spells, while useful, don't just do the designated area, they do the whole body, which sort of has the effect of making you feel like you've got an impenetrable layer of cotton between you and everything else, including injuries and I could feel the blanket gently shifting across my naked ladybits when I moved perfectly well, so that wasn't it...

...Wait...

My eyes shot open, and the ceiling swam around in my sight for a few seconds before solidifying, and I recognized that that was not the room of temple or anywhere else that there might be healers, though I wasn't exactly surprised. Being the Dragonborn, a Companion, part of the thieves guild, the arch-mage of the College of Winterhold and apparently just the general "go-to" person if you need some miscellaneous quest done, I had been to the healer fairly often. In fact, I would honestly say that I probably spend at least one night in a temple or other place of healing once a week or more because of the troublesome situations that I always seem to get into, so I would think that that would make me a pretty good authority on what healers do and don't do with patients, and one thing that I'm almost one hundred percent sure is that healers don't leave their patients naked. Never. Yeah, they take off their clothes to change them into these annoying robes that apparently make it easier to treat people, or something like that, but they never, ever, just leave someone naked, covered by a sheet or not. Never. And you know what? Wherever I am, I'm probably screwed. Literally, or possibly figuratively.

"Sleep well?" My paranoid, awkward mental ramblings were cut off by a deep, sexy but unfamiliar alto voice coming from somewhere to the left of my bed, causing me to shoot upwards in bed at the sound.

"Easy." The voice commanded sharply, but then, with more amusement in her tone, continued "After all, you would want to break open any of your wound and undo all of the hard work of I've done on you over the past five days, now would you?" Sitting casually in the corner of the room (a shack, I could now see) and on top of a cabinet was a woman.

I couldn't tell much about her. In fact I could tell you next to nothing about her physical appearance, except that she was well toned and had a very nice body, and she was wearing a black and red leather suit that could have (and probably did) easily hid not just one or two, but several weapons, especially daggers.

"Who are you?" I blurted out, unable to stop myself, "What am I doing here? I've been out five days? Where are we anyway."

"Does it matter?" She smoothly interupted me, "Your warm, dry, mostly healed and very much alive. That's more than can be said for Old Grellod, hmm?"

A shiver ran down my spine, and I honestly didn't know what caused it. It was either her voice, which, despite the situation, was undeniably the sexiest thing ever (I was pretty sure that my ears had an orgasm every time she spoke), or it was because when she mentioned the old shrew, it finally clicked. She's an Assassin. From the Dark Brotherhood. Who's probably pissed off at me for stealing a kill. And I was still weak from the incident in the ruins, I was absolutely defensless, except, perhaps for my magicka MAYBE, and I didn't know if that was working now or not.

Fuck everything.

"You... know about that?" Well, you know, if I'm already screwed to hell, I may as well confirm it, if nothing else.

"You know that I do. You got our little message, after all. Remember, using an invisibility potion not to get caught might have been clever enough to keep the knowledge from most of Skyrim, but we are the Dark Brotherhood and very little gets passed us." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice as she nearly purred the next part. "Oh, but don't misunderstand, I'm not criticizing, it was a good kill, planned before hand with definite means of escape and a very sure way to not get caught? Very good for a first-time murder with no professional guidance. Plus, the old crone simply had it coming and you saved a group of urchins in the process."

I honestly couldn't believe it. Was this dark brotherhood assassin really praising me, of all people, about a murder I committed when I had stolen the opportunity to do so from them? There's going to be a catch to this, somewhere, it's too good to be true. This is the dark brotherhood, for crying out loud, and I seriously doubt that they're just going to forgive me for that.

"But," The dangerously sexy voice of the assassin continued "There is a slight... problem." Yup, here it is. They're about to kill me as payment for stealing a soul that should have gone to Sithis in the Void. Oh well, with the way my So-Many-Greats grandmother talked about Sithis and serving him in the void when she died, ect, it can't be that bad, right?

"So what exactly is the problem?" I asked as I continued to just sit ther in the bed, for lack of anything more intelligent to ask or more productive to do.

"You see, that little Aretino boy was looking for the Dark Brotherhood. For me, and my associates. Grellod the Kind was, by all rights, a Dark Brotherhood contract. A kill that you stole. A kill you must repay." Yup, here it comes. She's about to tell me that my soul is going to be sent to the void by her as payment for Grellod the Kind. Though, I do wonder why she bothered to, for all intents and purposes, nurse me back to health, rather than just delivering the final wound that ended my life when I was unconcious. Maybe the person needs to be in good health for it too work? Whatever...

"Are you going to kill me and send me to the void in her place?" I asked. She laughed, low and sultry, in a way that made me shiver ever so slightly and I could feel my skin heat up ever so slightly. How the hell does this woman, whom I've never met before and who is probably about to kill me, have such an effect on me with nothing more than her voice?

I was rather surprised at her reply to my question.

"No, of course not. That would be such a waste." I could feel my eyebrows raise on their own and I waited for her to continue. I took me a few seconds of her doing nothing more than eyeing me and genlty rocking her leg, which was hanging over the side of the cabinet, back and forth for me to realise that she was waiting for me to ask what she meant. I finally submitted to her will after a few more seconds.

"What, exactly, would you have me do instead." Even though I could see nothing of her face, I could feel her triumphant smirk.

"Well now, funny you should ask. If you look behind you, you'll notice my guests. I've collected them from... Well, that's not really important. The here and now, that's what matters." Sure enough, when I look behind me, I could see, on the other side of the little shack, were three people, all chained into place with hoods over their faces. two of them were still stuggling to get out of the chains, so they probably hadn't been there for long. I turned back to the Assassin as she continued speaking, her voice staying low and deep.

"You see, there's a contract out on one of them, and that person cannot leave this room alive. But," She sighed for effect, as if there was something she didn't know, but had to figure out, "Which one is it? Hmm... How about you see if you can figure it out. Go on, make your choice, make your kill, I just want to observe... And admire..." With her ending tone of voice, it sounded more like she was observing an alchemist make a potion, rather than watching someone decide who, out of three people, should die. I blinked at her for a minute, then looked back at her again, before making my choice (not that it was that hard, seeing as my concience, while it can't stand innocents in pain, is perfectly fine with murder, as long as the target deserved it for some reason).

"All right, I'll do it. I'll kill one of them." I replied cordially.

"See, I knew that we could resolve this civilly. A debt owed must be repayed, and you understand that." She seemed pleased. "Well, get to it then! Pick your guest and then send the poor fool to the Void. Then, I'll give you a key to this shack and you'll be on your way." She made a small gesture the table next to the bed. "You can use that dagger on the table there." I felt like she was smirking, and for a moment, I wondered why, until I actually reached out and picked up the dagger. True, it was pretty plain dagger, made of iron, sharp enough to use in this situation but not ideal for any real fighting, and there were no destinguishing marking or symbols on it, but... It was just familiar enough, and I felt very sure that this was the dagger that I had left with Aventus. Well that's interesting, but I'll use it now and maybe ask questions later, for now, I'm just gonna go ahead and get this over with. When I moved to get up however, I realised something very important.

I was still naked. And just as important, I really hadn't been paying attention to that fact since I woke up, so, for pretty much our whole conversation I had been sitting there talking to her with the blankets pooled around my waist, leaving my chest and stomach fully exposed, barring the bandages wrapped around my lower torso.

I know for a fact that the "EEP!" I let out as I suddenly pulled the sheet up to hide my chest was very girly sounding, and my face, which had suddenly become about as red as a tomato, got even darker, somehow, as she chuckled in amusement at my behavior.

"Umm... Can I please have my clothes?" I asked as my face remained the hottest that I remember it ever being.

"Mm, most of your outfit was unsalvageable after your little row with those bandits. Even your small clothes could barely serve their purpose. I'll let you have your equipment back later, and, if all goes as planned, I certainly think that I'll also have an outfit for you after you finish your kill. Just go ahead and interview our guests and chose your victim, they all have hoods on and can't see a thing. Don't worry about me, I certainly won't mind the view." Oh my god... That really shouldn't seem so hot to me, and if this had been literally anyone but her, I honestly don't think it would have been, but it was. God, I'm so screwed up, letting myself be controlled so completely by the voice alone of this woman, even if it is an incredibly sexy voice. I really am a sucker for a nice voice...

Still, even if I was obviously infatuated with her already, and even though it was obvious that she had seen me naked in these last, I think she said, five days that I've been unconcious, I wasn't seriously going to just walk around totally naked in front of a complete stranger, who was also an assassin.

So, I just decided to go for the most obvious, easiest, and, I think, only option, and I pulled the sheet off of the bed to use, though I left the much thicker fur blanket on the bed. It was a bit of a challenge, wrapping the sheet around me, while not flashing anything and while trying to get up on legs that, I suddenly realised, were rather weak from being injured and then not being used for about five days. Needless to say, I was more than slightly embarrassed at the awkwardness of that move and how much I swayed on my annoyingly shaky legs before I finally gained my balance. I could practically feel her eyebrow raising and her lips twitching into an amused smirk, I just knew that that was what expression would be on her still-unknown face if I could see through her hood.

I would not, however, give her the satisfaction of having me look at her again after I steadied myself, and, without much further ado, my little interogation began. I knew who I would kill almost immediately.

The woman was a mother, and, though brash and disrespectful she may be, she didn't seem to be abusive or neglectful, like my father or the old hag at the orphanage. Besides, I liked her spunk. She would leave this shack alive.

The nord warrior to the right was a coward, I knew that as soon as I got close. He heard my unsteady footsteps nearing him, and immediately started begging. I was extremely annoying, and it almost angered me, that he dared to call himself brave when, in the face of death, he snivelled like a baby. However, that, in my mind, was not reason enough to kill him right off of the back. He might not be killed, depending on the attittude of the third prisoner.

The khajiit warrior may as well have grabbed my hand and forced me to stab him. He honestly thought that threatening me was the way to get on my good side? Not really. Everyword that came out of his foul mouth just served to anger me even more, particularly the defiler of daughters comment. Yeah, he's the one I'm gonna pick, and if he's the wrong one, well, he still deserves to die and I won't regret killing him in the least. I slashed his throat smoothly and easily, almost enjoying the cry he let out as he died, and the screams of fear and anger the nord warrior and the mother let out respectively were amusing.

"The cunniving Khajiit. A cat like that was sure to have enemies, it's no wonder you chose him." The assassin calmly told me in her incredibly sensual voice, but didn't say whether or not he was the actual target.

"Well, was it him? Was the Khajiit the mark?" I asked eagerly, hoping that I had been correct. Hey, if you can't be honest with yourself, who can you be honest to? And the honest truth was that, despite the fact that she had kidnapped me and forced me to kill someone (not that I was really putting up a fight over it) I was definitely attracted to her (I don't do things slowly or over time, with me, changes are rarely subtle) not to mention that she had saved my life, so I was just a bit eager to impress, if I could.

"Oh no no no, don't you understand?." Did I miss something? Probably, I'm not really in my normal state of mind right now, "Guilt, innocence, right, wrong? Irrelevant. What matters, at this point is that I ordered you to kill someone and you obeyed." The tone of the last sentence probably would have been the same if she had been praising a child who had done something very well.

"So... Does that mean I'm free to go?" I asked awkwardly.

"Of course, and your debt has been payed in full. Here," She tossed me a key, which I caught in one hand while keeping the sheet wrapped around my body. "This key opens the door to the shack and that chest," She gesture to the trunk next to the cabinet that I hadn't noticed earlier. "You'll find all of your equipment, money, etcetera, along with some clothes that should suffice until you can get to a city to get some new armour. I've even also taken the liberty of putting the antidote to that poison the sapped your magicka in your potions pouch." My eyes widened at the unexpected generosity and the confirmation that, yes, my magicka was still blocked.

I kneeled next to the chest and easily opened it with key. Inside, just as she said, was all my equipment- My daedric bow and dagger, my crap-ton of arrows, my potions pouch, which I knew held the cure for the stupid poison, along with my epic amount of invisibility potions and all of the useless stamina potions, all of my ingredients, my pack, ect, as well as a practical but plain outfit- Simple leather armour, along with new smallclothes.

"But why stop here?" She suddenly spoke up, and my head snapped up momentarily towards her, before looking back down, "I say we take our relationship to the next level." I felt the look of surprise slide onto my face momentarily at her choice of words before I forced the my face into a more nuetral expession, and she continued, "I would like to Officially extend an invitation to you to join my family- The Dark Brotherhood." This time, the expession of shock fell onto my face and wouldn't come off as I stood up straight in my surprise. I hadn't expected this. I probably should have, after her little "test" and her praise of how I killed Grellod, but it still hadn't occured to me for a single moment, thus I was taken my surprise.

"In the Southwest reaches of Skyrim, in the pine forest, you'll find the enterance to our Sanctuary, it's just beneath the road, hidden from view of travellers. When questioned by the Black Door, answer with the correct passphrase, "Silence, my Brother". Then, you're in, and your new life begins."

As soon as she finished her speach, she hopped off of the cabinet, landing lightly and easily on her feet, causing me to take a step back due to her close proximity. She calmly walked towards the door of the shack and paused with her hand on the doorknob, turning around to look at me for the final time.

"I hope to see you there soon." And with those final words, the door opened and closed and she was gone, leaving me in the shack with the two struggling prisonners. I stood there a moment, contemplating her words, before I finally turned back to the chest, letting the sheet drop to the floor now, since no one in the room could see me, and hastily began to get dressed and equip, put away all of my possessions. I had just been asked to join the Dark Brotherhood. I jerked in surprise as it really sunk in, and in the back of my mind, I was glad that I hadn't decided to drink the potion to fix my magick right now, as I definitely would have choked and spilt it. I had really been asked to join the Dark Brotherhood.

It was so amazing that I didn't even need time to decide, I already knew that I was definitely going to do it.

I quickly prepared to leave the shack, knowing that I could handle myself until I got to a city or town, despite my still slightly weakened and injured state, and I chugged the potion, a blue potion in a small vial, labeled simply "Antidote" In small, elegant handwriting that definitely wasn't mine, and felt the instantaneous effect- my magicka began to regenerate nearly as soon as the potion passed my lips.

I turned around, having all of my possession in order, and I was very ready to leave and begin my journey until, suddenly, I realised that the other two prisoners were still here. I contemplated just leaving them there so that I didn't have to deal with them, but I knew that I would feel guilty for leaving the mother, at least, to slowly starve to death, especially with the still-grovelling nordic coward.

Sighing and resigning myself to my face, I walked to them and asked the woman, ignoring the nord, "What city are you from?" Her reply was filled with some curses and a lot of attittude, but I managed to gather that she lived in Dawnstar from it. Then, I turned to the Nord and told him exactly what he was to do.

"Alright listen," I hissed and saw him tense up even more, though he finally stopped his begging and grovelling to hear what I have to say, "You may be a coward, but you are a mercenary, so here's how this is going to happen. You are going to escort this woman safely back to Dawnstar. In a few days, I'm going to go there, and if she's not there safe and sound, then I will hunt you down and kill you slowly. Do you understand me, nord?" I growled threateningly.

"Yes, yes, of course! Bring her to Dawnstar and keep her safe! What would you have me do afterwards." He asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't care what you do afterwards, but know this- If I get to Dawnstar in a weeks time and she's not there or if she's been injured, don't think I can't find you just as easily as I did before." Well, there's no way for him to know that I wasn't the one to kidnap him, and if my lying will keep six children cared for then I'm fine with it.

"Yes, yes, I'll do whatever you say, please just don't kill me!" He confirmed as soon as I was finished speaking.

"Good." I allowed. "Now, I'm going to cut the rope on your wrist. When I do, I want you to start counting, slowly. I'm going to leave and you aren't going to do anything but count until you reach one hundred. When you do, the you can move and take off your hood and the rest of your bindings and release her as well. I'll be long gone by then. Take her straight back to Dawnstar from here once you're finished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Count to one hundred then release the woman and take her back to Dawnstar." Close enough, I just want to get out of here. Without another word, I sliced just as easily through ropes on his wrist with my daedric dagger as if they were made of butter.

He stayed still and as soon as he felt the ropes on his wrist go slack, he stayed where he was, but his voice, with it's heavy Nordic accent, called out, "1... 2... 3..." I was satisfied that he would obey, and turned and left the shack.

Then I realised that I had no idea where I was, except that, judging by the weather, it was probably in the northeast. Fuck everything.

Well, judging by the position of the sun, I was facing South. Well, she did say that the Sanctuary was to the southeast...

So, angling myself forward and slightly to the right, I set off on my merry way, aiming to be out of sight before the two inside left the shack.

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Two days later I walked into Whiterun, which was the first stop I had made since I left the shack, besides when I stopped somewhere to sleep. I decided to go to Jorrvaskr to collect my pay for that mission, and possibly to bitch at someone about the assignment.

I was in for a surprise when I got there.

Kodlack greated me as soon as I walked in. "Dragon! Your alright! Good! Where are Aela, Farkas and Ria?" To say that I was a bit confused would be a slight understatement.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why should I know where they are, I wasn't on a quest with them." Kodlack's brow furrowed in thought.

"I... Dragon, after the second day when you hadn't come back, Farkas began to worry, so Aela went to follow your tracks. When she came back, she said that there had been a lot more bandits than we had thought, and that, even though you did kill them all, you had been injured. There was, apparently, a trail of blood leading away from the ruins, which stopped at one point, where the amount of blood was the greatest, but your body was gone. Not like you had stopped bleeding or walked away, but like you had been picked up, probably by someone on a horse. We... Vilkas had the idea that, perhaps, since the Silver Hand knows that you're a companion, maybe they captured you in your weakened state. They been scouring the surrounding area trying to find you, where ever you had been taken. Where have you been, exactly?" Wow, this can't be good. Well, I'm glad that I had thought up something vague enough not to be a lie before hand (I swear to the Divine, werewolves can smell lies).

"There was an old debt I needed to pay, and the person I owed came and picked me up. They took care of me until I came to, and then I did the task that they had been looking for me to do, so I don't owe them anymore."

"Hmm..." Kodlack gaze narrowed ever-so-slightly, and I almost worried that he was going to press me for information, but finally, he shook his head and said, "Well, the important thing is that you're okay, Aela was very worried by the amount of blood that you had lost, and she'll be happy to know that you are well. They'll come back from their searching for their evening meal soon, so why don't you just have dinner with your sheild-siblings tonight, to put their minds at ease before you go out on the road again." How the man always knew when I was going to leave, I'll never know, but I got his point and agreed. It was too close to the evening mealtime for me to go search them out in the wilderness randomly, but there was enough time for me to do do anything I needed to do in Whiterun before they returned, so I headed into the town to run any errands I needed to do before I left.

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Dinner had been a tense affair. Though they had been relieved to see that I was okay, I could tell that they felt awkward about the whole thing. They had, after all, just spent a good few days trying to find me themselves, and then I just showed up at Jorrvaskr out of the blue after having been taken good care of for all of the time that they were (secretly, since they're Companions and don't do "carring") worrying for me.

Almost directly after it ended, I had my things already pack and I was ready to hit the road- there was still a few hours of daylight left, so I had decided not to spend the night in Whiterun. After assuring my friends in the Companions and my Housecarl that I was fine and would be fine, I was on the road again.

Dark Brotherhood, here I come!

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Hey, so as you guys noticed, I used to put lines as my page breaks, well, now when I put those, FF takes them out. So, I made new ones. You like?

Man, that took me forever! It wasn't as long as the last one, of course, but still, pretty long. I think I've figured out how this is gonna work. There will be four chapters, I'm thinking. The first one introduced the character and set the stage, the second was Astrid and Dragon's first meeting, the third and the fourth... well, you'll see.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, and thanks for the reviews and story alerts and favorites, they're very encouraging. See you next chapter!

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