We return to the scene of the crime. There is no crime, we just have another chapter.
Chapter 2: The Part Were People Have a Change in Opinions
All eyes were on Hamish, who nervously put Jr. into his mother's arms. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself," Chief Magnus demanded. "I hit the Woolly Howl," the boy said nervously. A collective groan came out from the chief and most of the rest of the village. "This again," Sven shouted out. "You say that every raid!" "I would like to point out that not only are the chances of sighting the dragon in question pretty slim to start with, but the percentage of people who have actually encountered the dragon and survived is a total zero," Leif said, much to Aric's confusion. "Nobody's has ever seen it and lived to tell the tale." "Oh, thanks."
"Well it's not like those times, I had a clear shot, you all were busy and didn't notice. It went down near the base of Thor's Peak. We can get a search party started up and-" "Enough," Magnus said, stopping Hamish from continuing. The lad braced himself, something like this happens every raid. "Can't you see that I have other problems to deal with than your disobedience? Winter is drawing closer every day, and the challenges of feeding a whole village is hard enough as it is with those dragons stealing every last bite of food!" "To be fair, dragons aren't the only ones hoarding food like wild boars," Hamish sarcastically said. One nearby villager actually looked at his stomach with a face that said, 'Am I really that big?'
"This is serious Hamish," Magnus shouted, threatening to boil over. "Why must we does this every time you disobey my orders?" "I can't help myself sir, the moment I see a dragon, I just go right for the kill...It's who I am." Magnus rubbed his forehead, tired of the boy's insolence. "Trust me Hamish, 'Dragon Slayer' is on the list of the few things you aren't."
As he saw his father reprimand his half-brother, Magnus Jr. whispered to his mother, "Mommy, I don't like when daddy gets like this." Brenna didn't like it either. The toughest part was that while Jr. could avoid the conflict between the two, she was caught right in the middle. Part of her wanted to do what any mother would and be angry that her child was endangering themselves, but at the same time she wanted to just yell at Magnus for humiliating her child in front of the entire village. Sometimes she wished that the raid eight years back hadn't happened, and that everything was the way it once was.
"Alright you two, I think we get the point," Brenna said, putting herself between the two. "Look, this was a tough raid, so Magnus, you go and fix the village, Hamish will go back to the house and both of you will think about what both of you have done." "What I've done," both Hamish and Magnus said. "Yes, both of you. Now, I need to take Jr. to the Healer's Hut in case he got hurt, so will you both just please go and do what you're supposed to be doing," Brenna said with an exasperated sigh. "Yes Mom/Brenna." "Garrison make sure he gets home," Magnus said, adding "I need to clean up the boy's mess," under his breath. The old blacksmith walked Hamish back to his home, a few derogatory comments from Sven and Aria thrown his way. "Great job that helped so much." "You need to get a hold of what's really going on and stop doing crazy things. "Yes, thank you for the comments and advice, I'll take note of them," Hamish replied to the comments, use too many similar ones he received in the past. Garrison gave Sven a good whack in the head for insulting his assistant. The other teens didn't make any comments, Johann because he didn't do things unless he was told, Aric because he was muttering something about yaks and wrestling. Leif didn't really take part in the taunting of his fellow tribesman because, he thought what was essentially destroying a person's confidence and spirit was counter-productive in a war.
"They never listen." "Yup, runs in the family. Whenever your father tried convincing people to stop killing dragons, they always just looked at him like he had too much ale." You see, Hamish's father and Brenna's first husband, Harold the 'Peace-Preacher' Bjornson, was, well a peace preacher. He believed that the villagers did not know as much about dragons as they thought they did, and instead of trying to kill them the moment you see one, they should try to find an alternate solution to peace instead of exterminating them. He wasn't popular in the village because of this, as you can guess. Every now and then, Hamish heard whispers from the villagers about how foolish his father was, spouting in their words 'Foolish ideas about a heretic's dream.' The fact that he was killed by the very same beasts he said they could reason with didn't help. Hamish was only six, almost seven when the raid that forever took his father away from his life, but it was forever engraved into his memory.
"Yeah, and when people do pay attention to me, it's this aggravated look, like someone swiped all the meat of their plate." "Yup, they gave your father the same thing. 'You mind barmaid, the pile of fish bones over there keep taking our dragons. Would you please throw him in the nearest pit to straighten him out?' That was some of the nicer things they said about him." "Thank you Garrison, for once again lifting the mood," Hamish said as he approached the front door of his house. "Look Hamish. All I'm saying is that people aren't going to forget the past so easily and that maybe you should get yourself together before you do something you might regret," Garrison said. Hamish didn't look at the old smith when he opened the door to go inside, he only whispered "I just don't want to end up like my dad," and he closed the door.
He walked inside, up to his room. He sat down in front of his desk and sorted through the various 'homework assignments' Garrison had given him over the years until he found it. The last picture he had of his father. He stared at it, looking at his father's face. Even now, he wished that his father was here, but there was a huge part of him that strived to be different. Hamish wanted to die a decorated warrior, hailed as a hero who defended the village from dragons and raiders, not the son of the guy who dreamed up peace with dragons.
And now was his chance. He had a Woolly Howl to find.
"Alright, that should do it," Allie said as she finished wrapping a bandage over Jr.'s arm. "Thank you Allie," a grateful Brenna said. "It was no big deal, it was just a small cut." "No big deal," said a loud and sassy voice that belonged to Allie's grandma Freya. Despite being the shortest adult in the village, at only four feet tall, she was known for having the volume of someone over twice her size. "Allie, if you hadn't patched up the kid's injury, who know how long until it got infected. Next thing you know we'd have to be cutting off that arm and replacing it with a pitchfork or something," the elderly woman said, startling Jr.
"Don't worry about it little guy, it wouldn't be that bad," said Garrison as he entered the Healer's Hut. "And as for a fake arm, take it from someone who's had one for decades, it's not as bad as it looks," the blacksmith reassured the young boy. "Yeah, but that's 'cause you lost half your sanity when you saw ol' Calum running through the village in only-" "Okay Freya, I think we get the point," Brenna interrupted, shuddering in disgust. "We don't need to relive that nightmare Grandma," Allie said as she left the room to put away the rest of the bandages.
"So, how'd it go with Hamish?" "The lad said something about not ending up like Harold, and that's pretty much the only thing I got out of him." Brenna sighed depressingly, wishing that the old days were back. Her family was never as privileged as some other villagers, and Harold's death was a blow to the whole family. If it wasn't for Magnus, whose family was longtime friends with hers, offering a marriage contract, who knows what she had to do in order to support Hamish and herself. Did she regret doing something to care for her son? No, but in hindsight there were a lot of problems that came after it. Her son and chief-now husband- couldn't agree on how to pull a cat out of a tree, and she always ended up in the middle of their little spats.
Then that ended up going to a whole new level whenever it came to dragon raids, tonight being a prominent example. On the one hand, Hamish did disobey Magnus' orders and almost get himself and Jr. killed. But at the same time Magnus did not have to humiliate Hamish in front of the whole village. It's just frustrates her, because she's stuck between the roles of mother and chief's wife. If she agrees with Magnus, then she hurts her own child, but if she didn't agree with him then who knows how harsh he might be the next time something like that happens. Sometimes she wished that things were the way the used to be, before Harold lost his life.
Not that she didn't like some aspects of her new life. She loved Jr. and would never do anything to hurt the child, and when Magnus wasn't in 'chief mode', he was a loving husband and father, to Jr. anyways. It was just that Hamish and Magnus did not mix.
Her thinking was interrupted by something hitting her foot. She winced in pain as Freya looked at her, holding the staff that the old woman hit her with. "You were thinking of the past weren't you?" "Well what was that for," Brenna asked, holding her foot. "That was for looking like someone just said you've got a week left to live," the old woman whispered, making sure that the child in the room couldn't hear what she was saying. "Look, I understand loss too. What happened with my son and his wife all those years ago still hurts. But they wouldn't want me to always be mourning them. If you want to remember Harold and honor him, then don't spend so much time wishing he was here, live your life in the present."
At that moment, Magnus walked into the hut, looking like he got into a shouting match with a Thunderdrum. "Daddy," Jr. said in delight and ran up to his father. "And how's my little warrior feeling," the chief said as he kneeled down to his son. "Good, Allie helped me," the young child said, his father giving a chuckle. "Is that right?" "It was nothing major Chief," Allie said as she walked back into the room. After getting a quick glance from her grandmother, Allie corrected herself, "I mean it wasn't that hard to fix up." Jr. started talking to his father, something about how good he acted during the process, it was a bit of a gibberish with how fast he was going. "Slow down son, daddy just left a meeting and his head is killing him," the Chief said as he rubbed the side of his head.
"So how did that meeting go anyway," Garrison asked. Freya silently counted down from three and right on cue Magnus said, "We're going on another search for the nest." "Called it," the elderly woman said loudly. "Now Magnus don't you think that these hunts are getting a little pointless by now." "Are you saying that I should just give up, Freya," Magnus said, his voice letting out a little anger, "That I should stop being chief and protect my people." "I said nothing of the sort. What I meant is that you, your father and everyone beforehand have been searching for the nest since the early days of Hagallheim. And what did all their attempts end up with? Broken ships and lost men." "Well what else should I do," Magnus all but screamed, scaring young Jr.
"These demons have been stealing from us for centuries. Not just food, but lives as well. If the nest is found and destroyed, the dragons will find another home away from us." "Or they could get really mad and burn you and your fleet to a crisp for destroying their home." Magnus was just about to slap Freya for insulting him, but Garrison luckily changed the topic. "Well, another hunt. I guess I'll go back my skivvies. I got some new ones from Trader Jorgen lost month I've been waiting to try out." Everyone present gave a disgusted shudder. "Could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that mental image."
"Thank you for offering to help Garrison, but you will not be coming. I've decided to start up dragon training, and you'll be teaching." No one else noticed but Allie had a worried look on her face, as if she was hoping that something wasn't true. "All of the youth in the village at the appropriate age will participate," Magnus said, Allie asking, "Could you please be a little more specific chief," afterwards. "What else could I mean, you and all others your age will go through dragon training," the chief answered. "So I'll be learning how to kill dragons, yay," Allie whispered to herself. "Well, would you look at that, Jr.'s put himself to sleep. I think I'll do you a favor and take him home for you chief," Allie nervously said as she put Jr. in her arms and walked out of the room.
"Everyone in her age group," Brenna said. "Everyone, except Hamish." "Terrific, while I'm busy letting inexperienced kids play around with dragons, little ol' Hamish can man the smithy. Carry heavy maces, mold the molten metal, and handle sharp blades. What could possibly go wrong?" Magnus sighed. "What am I going to do with that boy," and what came next was something no one expected. "You should put him in training with the others," Brenna said, loud enough so she could be heard.
"What, you can't be serious," Magnus questioned. "Hamish, he- he doesn't follow orders, he has the attention span of a fish. Do I have to bring up the goblin incident?" "Oh that was a good day, got a whole lot of goatweed. All 'cause Garrison over here told Hamish to search for the goblin that kept eating his cheese," Freya chuckled. "The kid was seven and he didn't know I was drunk, what else would you expect he would do. I still haven't found that little bugger. But I will find him." Look," Magnus changed the subject, "When I was a lad…" "Oh boy, better sit down," Garrison said. "My dad told me to go into the woods… "It's the boulder story, it's always the boulder story," Freya muttered. "And smash my head into a boulder.
I thought it was crazy…" "Which it was." "But I didn't object. Do you know what happened after I smashed my head into that boulder," Magnus said, each person present giving an answer. "You almost broke your skull." "You yelled at your father afterwards." "You had migraines for nearly three months straight, I still remember the weekly check-ups." "The boulder shattered. It was in that moment that I realized Vikings could do incredible things. They could level a forest, crush mountains, tame the seas. Hamish, he's not that boy." "Well that's 'cause he's human, not a demi-god," Freya snarked. "I mean seriously Magnus, did you ever-," Garrison put a hand over the old woman's mouth, preventing her from continuing.
"I know that my son is not the traditional Viking, to be honest I don't even want him to go into dragon training, for two reasons. First is I'm his mother and don't want him to get hurt, or maimed by dragons," Brenna said, directing that last part to Garrison. "I told the kids parent's I was sorry. Besides you could still live with one and a half legs." "And two being Harold. I will never forget him, and I know he wouldn't wish for his son to be a dragon killer." "Then why do you want him in training," Magnus asked. "Because I know that no matter how many times people tell him to stop and just give up, Hamish won't let anything stop him. I can't deny that Hamish will keep trying to kill dragons, so even though it pains me so, I think that it's best to prepare him for the future," Brenna finished, holding back a hint of tears.
A moment of silence passed, before it was quickly ended by Freya slamming her staff into Garrison's foot. "OW!" "I just thought of something. Did anyone think to make sure someone was watching Hamish to make sure he doesn't go on a wild Woolly Howl chase?"
"No, no, no," Hamish muttered, as he furiously scribbled on his map of Hagalheim. "Why do the gods like to mess with me? Apparently instead of me losing a sock like normal people, they have to make me lose a whole dragon," he said to no one. He moved a tree branch out of his way, only for said branch to slip from his grip and slap him across the face, knocking him down. "Really," Hamish rubbed the side of his head. As he got up, he realized that something was in his hand. At first glance it looked like a patch of white fur, but it wasn't until he looked down until he saw that it was a scale.
Hamish took it as a sign, his dragon was near. Looking around, Hamish saw a tree that looked like something had hit it, part of the tree had broken off. Looking towards were the fallen part was pointing, Hamish saw a rut in the ground. Getting closer, he saw that scales identical to the one he just saw were in it. He decided to follow the rut, thinking it would lead him to the Woolly Howl. After a few more minutes of wandering through the forest, he saw it.
The Woolly Howl, the beast that no one else in the village had ever seen, was laying wrapped up in bolas, right in front of him. In all honesty, the dragon was magnificent… and kind of underwhelming at the same time. The dragon's snow white scales were large and fur like, and even though they were curled up its wings looked massive. But, surprisingly the dragon wasn't large, it was just a couple feet bigger and longer than a Groncicle. Most depictions of a Woolly Howl were of it being massive, three times the size it actually was, with black as night scales that were more like swords than anything else. Instead he got a hairy dragon barely bigger than an ice Gronckle.
Carefully moving towards it, Hamish saw that the dragon was still breathing. Pulling out the knife he had brought with him, Hamish positioned himself so that he could drive the knife straight through the dragon's heart. "This is it for you beast," he said taking in deep breathes, preparing himself for what he was about to do. "I'm going to carve out that vile heart, and bring it to my chief. I'll prove them wrong. I'm not my father. Once I'm done with you, no one will ever doubt me again. They'll never think of me as the klutzy son of a spineless fool anymore. They'll see me as the Viking I truly am. I'm a Viking!"
It wasn't until he saw a small groan that realized the downed dragon was awake. He looked over, and saw the dragon looking at him with blue eyes that shimmered like a sapphire in the sunlight. It looked… scared? No, that's impossible, dragons are mindless beasts that don't have any emotions, right? Hamish keep telling himself this, but each time he looked at the dragon's eyes, those thoughts just vanished. The dragon, instead of looking like a mindless, killing monster, he saw a wounded creature that was afraid of what came next.
In a last ditch effort to convince himself to go through with this, Hamish screamed to himself that this creature was of the same kind that took his father out of his life forever. It worked, and Hamish brought the knife back over his head. The Woolly Howl closed its eyes, accepting defeat, and its head fell limp as Hamish lowered the knife…
And just dropped it to the ground.
He slumped to his knees, the utter truth coming to him. The instinct to kill dragons, the ability he had always said he had, he didn't have. Hamish Bjornson was not a dragon killer.
Hamish turned away, unable to even look at the dragon. Yet something inside him told him to look back. The Woolly Howl was wrapped up, unable to move. If he left it there, it would have starved, or be found by a pack of wolves. For a moment, Hamish saw his father and he thought how disappointed he would be, that he was just going to leave this dragon to die like this. Hoping he didn't regret what he was about to do next, Hamish picked the knife back up, and as quickly as he could, he began to saw through the ropes on the dragon.
Once the last rope was cut, the Woolly Howl, faster than you could blink, spun up and around, its tail slamming Hamish into a tree. Hamish quickly recovered, and saw the dragon staring at him with a fiery hatred. It was in that moment that Hamish knew he was going to die. He was going to die at the hands of the creature that moments ago he had spared. The Woolly Howl took a deep breathe, its icy blast becoming visible. Hamish closed his eyes preparing to meet the icy fate that he knew awaited him.
The Woolly Howl fired… at the large falling branch that would have crushed Hamish if it hit him. Opening his eyes again, Hamish saw that now the dragon was looking at him with an unreadable expression. It turned away from him. Spreading its wings, the Woolly Howl took off, and not very gracefully attempted to glide through the trees. Poor Hamish was in shock, first he spares a dragon, then that dragon saved him, it was too much to take in. Getting up, the lad managed to move about three feet to the left…
Before falling flat on his face.
Things were a little less hectic in the village. The repairs were coming along smoothly, although it would take a while to fix the torch Hamish broke last night. The next generation of dragon trainers were hanging around the docks, well the part that wasn't damaged. "Can you believe the chief ordered dragon training to start up so early," Aria said with a smile, which was a stark difference from the normal scowl she had on."
"When you consider the severity of raids have increased by twelve point sixty-seven percent, then it makes sense that the chief orders dragon training for our generation now instead of waiting until we are eighteen years of age instead," Leif said, Sven mocking him behind his back. "Blah, blah, blahbitty blah. I don't care how old I am, I'm going to be the one to win and get my first kill in front of the entire village cheering my name," the egotistical boy said. "You winning dragon training? That is highly improbable, with only a thirteen point four percent chance of success." "Could you please speak normal, you're angering rooster," Aric said loudly. "The rooster is back home and probably can't hear us, Aric," Aria reminded her brother while rolling her eyes. "Oh, right. But could you please talk normal, you know for Aria," Aric said, earning a slap on the shoulder from his sister.
"Well, to put it simple, Aria has the highest success of winning, followed by Sven, myself, Johann, Aric, Allie and Hamish, with Hamish being last at only point one percent." "Why am I fourth," Johann asked. "Because without someone telling you what to do, you're like an insect colony without a queen, unable to do anything," Leif answered, confusing Johann. "You can't think for yourself." "Ha, he told you," Sven laughed, only to be next on Leif's list. "Need I remind you Sven that even though you have the second highest chance of success, it is still very slim due to your egotistical and conceited nature?" "Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that book worm," Sven dismissed Leif's words as though he was just making them up.
It was then Allie came over to them and Sven turned into a gigantic flirt. "Hey Allie, did you here, we were just talking about how well I was going to do in dragon training." "I thought you were going to only do second because of ego or something," Aric said, earning him a shush from Sven. "How about we go on a little picnic after I win." Trying not to look disgusted, Allie put on a fake smile and turned him down. "Thank you for the offer Sven, but I don't think that will happen." "Come on baby, why do you always have to play hard to get. It only makes sense that the future chief and the prettiest girl in the village go out. No offense Aria," Sven said, Aria not really caring about that last part.
"Wait, I thought Jr. was next up for chief position," Johann thought aloud. "Magnus the Second is the next in line for the role of Chief of Hagalheim, Sven just that he's going to get the role should something happen to the chief and Jr. will take the role once he comes of age," Leif explained. "Really, because shouldn't it go to someone who knows what they're doing. Like the chief's wife. Or Garrison. Or any adult really," "Okay thank you we get," Aria cut off her brother.
"Changing the subject," Allie said, uncomfortably removing Sven's arm from her shoulder, "What do you think of Hamish and the Woolly Howl?" The others remained silent, until they just burst into laughter. "What," Allie said, not understanding why they were laughing. "I thought we went over this, scarce chance of survival. I said this only a couple of hours ago," Leif said as he wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. "I'm just asking." "Allie, even if someone did shoot down a Woolly Howl, it would have been a real Viking like me, not a scrawny runt like Hamish." "Don't tell me you actually believe him," Aria questioned.
Allie didn't know what to believe. Like Leif said, it was a one in a million chance of actually hitting the dragon, and an even lower chance of staying alive. "You know you really have to get your priorities straight Allie," Aria said harshly, earning everyone's attention. "What do you mean," Allie asked. "I mean you are really hard to figure out. First there's your whole I'm not going to fight dragons thing, and now you actually believe Hamish. I don't get it, don't you want to avenge your parents?"
That was out of line at least that was what Allie thought. She was used to people asking her why she was so dead set against fighting dragons, and every time she said that she was just taking her grandmother's advice and not letting things like revenge and hatred rule her life, but there was also something else that she never told people about as well. People gave her some harsh looks for it, but she could handle that. Some were a little more verbal in their dislike of her philosophy, but she couldn't blame those who lost loved ones to dragons, even if she disagreed with them. Aria however, was an interesting case. She hadn't lost anyone in her family due to dragons, and yet she was one of the ones who were the most verbal in her disagreement. Now she was giving her a hard time for supporting Hamish.
"I don't want to let what happened to my parents make me give up on everything else in life just for the sake of revenge. And as for Hamish, I'm just trying to have faith in someone that needs support. If you don't respect my idea, then that's fine," Allie said as she turned away from the others. "For the record though Aria, you need to lighten up," was all she said before walking away. They were a little shocked that Allie had just told Aria to lighten up, her acting tough was something they did not expect. "What was that for, what I do to deserve that," Aria said as she glared at Allie's retreating figure. "Well you did just snap at her out of nowhere sis." "Okay point taken." {1}
Hamish opened his eyes, and realized that he was not just in his bed, but he was in his house. Getting up out of bed he looked out his window and saw that it was night. Between ending up in bed and apparently staying out cold in the forest all day, Hamish didn't know what to say. "When your mother realized you weren't home she went into the woods to find you and brought you home." Hamish turned around and saw Magnus standing in the doorway.
"Alright chief, go on let's deal out the punishment," Hamish said as he sat in his chair. "Actually we'll have to take a rain check on that, I have something to tell you," Magnus said, which gave Hamish a moment of relief. "Oh, that's good because I have something I need to say too." "I don't want to fight dragons/I've decided to let you fight dragons," both said at the same time, before realizing that the other was trying to say something. "Um, you go first." "No, you go first chief." "Alright. I talked with your mother, and she convinced me to give you your wish. You start dragon training with your friends first thing tomorrow." What? Now the chief lets him go all dragon slayer. "Okay I should have gone first. You see I was thinking that there are a lot of fighting Vikings, but we really are lacking in baking Viking and dentistry Vikings-" "I'm not following."
Talking breathe, Hamish said what he realized he couldn't do. "I can't fight dragons." Magnus just blinked before giving a hearty laugh. "Good one, you almost had me there." Hamish tried to say otherwise, but everything was deaf on the Chief's ears. When he finally heard his step-son, Magnus just said, "Enough already it was funny the first time. Look, I admit I was not the best parent to you these last couple years. But now, things are going to change. You will finally be the Viking you say you are, and I will start being a father figure to you," Magnus said, Hamish secretly thinking about how bad of a job he was doing so far. "Now, you train hard, I'm leading another nest search. Tell your mother I'll return, probably," was the last thing the large Viking said before leaving his home.
"And I'll be here, hopefully."
A/U: Sorry I'm a little late, things were a bit harder than expected. So, updates are still every Friday, but will be Saturday if I run late.
The events in motion have started, with Hamish sparing the Toothless-equivalent Woolly Howl and dragon training starting up next time, things are starting to happen.
1} so, some of you are probably wondering why I had a scene involving conversation with the teens. Well, that's because of characterization. I love the first film like it was the only meaningful thing on earth (is that sad?), but I do have some nit-picky problems with it. One of the biggest was that, Fishlegs, the twins and Snotlout were not really the prominent in terms of character. They were better in the series, but in the first film their personalities were very hard to see outside some dialogue. SO there will be other scenes with the teens in this story so that they can let their personalities shine.
There is also the issue of the Astrid characters in this story. When I said Allie had the love interest role, I realized that some people would just think she would only be this nice girl who was going to end up with Hamish when this is all over, so I want to give her moments where she is not just that, and I hope here with her being grossed out by Sven's flirting and little tension with Aria helped. Aria's issue is that because she has Astrid's personality she's going to act like a high school mean girl who doesn't want the status quo to change. I've seen some other stories were the writers can be really mean to Astrid because of actions in the first movie, not saying who I don't want to sound like I'm hating on people, and often or not have that be her whole characterization.
I'm not saying it's wrong, this is fanfiction, writers can do what they want with their character, but I don't like it when people taking someone's character, and make it so their entire personality is based on one trait. Snotlout being a total jerk who tries to take revenge on Hiccup for example, (again, not saying names, I'm just saying I don't like it when characters are flanderized.) So I think the problem with Aria is making it so she doesn't end up like she's a contestant on Survivor who just wants to win at any cost but making her a strong character who you guys can sympathize with.
So enough of that, I'll see you on Friday, or Saturday if things go slow.
R&R
PurifierofChaos131000
Posted: September 17th, 2016
