Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or anything associated with Lucasfilm or the writers of the original characters associated with this story that you will see. The only ones I own are those out of my own mind, which will probably be very very clear which ones they are. However, on with this intro.

Although I am someone who is fascinated with the lore of this new Star Wars Trilogy that exists, I am someone who also was severely disappointed by a lack of the rest of the Solo Family. Jaina Solo was always my favorite, and so her loss was something that I felt very keenly and just...wish had been included. Therefore, this is a story which is set to remedy that in my own mind. Now, keep in mind that as this is fanfiction, I will be playing very fast and loose with both timelines and general narrative of both the 'Legends' and the new 'Canon'. In a way this whole thing is kinda wish fulfillment, so any and all ideas I can come up with for interesting plots are pretty much going in. Why? Because that's what fanfic is all about. There is only one thing I would ask everyone to keep in mind: What you see here is my version of a melding of both canon timelines and characters, meaning a lot of stuff will look wonky to fans of either sides. I've adjusted a lot on both versions in order to make this all work together. I.E., Jaina Solo was born in 5ABY, the Yuuzhan Vong war was 10 years instead of 5, along with Anakin is alive in this version... etc etc- the majority of the timeline, however, was taken from the Legends as I think that the entirety of the Yuuzhan Vong War was fascinating. If anyone wants a timeline, I'm happy to hand it out for easier understanding. One last thing is that my characterization may be a little different than the books, just because I tend to make characters very... personalized even when they aren't mine.

Anyway, without further ado, I hope everyone enjoys this.

"Twin Suns Leader to Twin Suns Three. Enemy flagship straight up ahead."

"Twin Suns Three to Leader, what's cookin?"

"Fighters, about ten of them. They might be a little difficult to fly through."
"Ooh. Fun."
"...Jag, will you please take this seriously?"

"What? I'm just trying to lighten up the mood a bit."

"That's not what I'm concerned about. Let's just get this done and get out of here, please. I don't have interest in bravado feats which end up with us both dead."

There was silence on the other end.

"...is there something you'd like to share?" Came Red Leader's response.
Jagged Fel cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"...Well? Out with it."

"Have I done something, Jaina? Cause I just thought we were—"

"No you have not, I'm just trying to focus on the mission if you don't mind. We're here to disable that flagship and scatter this fleet—and I'd like to get that done and get back in one piece." Jaina replied,her tone edged with a mild warning not to push the subject.

Jagged sighed, his X-Wing still careening toward their target as he thought of what to say. The communicator crackled. "Twin Suns Seven to Leader and Three: as amusing as this might be if Fel tries to push the issue, I've got some fighters on my tail, and would really appreciate some help."

R2 on Jaina's wing beeped loudly and she groaned. "On my way, Harker. Deepest apologies."

Harker laughed. "No problem. You can kick Fel's ass later."

"Really, Harker?" Jagged replied, though he got no response.

"Jag you head forward with the rest of the squadron, I'm gonna take care of this real quick." Jaina ordered, leaving no room for argument. The Red painted X-Wing flipped upward and went back, dodging the flak and shots of the destroyers and cruisers which had been sent as backup from Corellia below, engaging the larger parts of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet.

"You sure about that?" Jagged questioned, the worry evident in his voice.

"I'm sure. Stop asking questions you know the answers to." Ahead of her Harker's fighter spun, avoiding the shots of the two Yorik-Ets on his tail, barely dodging as the green lasers grazed the wing of his fighter. Jaina locked on firing at them. The Yorik-Ets seemed to get the message, backing off just a bit in order to quickly plan how to deal with both fighters. They broke off their pairing, going in different directions, and Jaina groaned in annoyance. "Can't make this easy on us can you?" She grumbled to herself, turning on her communicator. "Harker, they're trying to either separate us or do a decoy. We're gonna have to outmaneuver them. Let's team up and lead them away from the Squadron, we can hide in the middle of the fleet, and see if we can lead them into the fire that seems to be rather abundant around here."

Enemy fire began sailing over her own cockpit, and R2 screeched, Jaina going into a roll before she pulled up. "I've got him, Solo!" Harker's voice came through the communicator. "Stay steady. We've got more that those two to deal with."

She followed instructions, leading the Yorik-Et between two enemy cruisers, the narrow corridor enough to isolate the fighter before he exploded behind her, Harker's shots hitting their mark, a triumphant whoop coming from him. "Good job, Gar. Now you said we had some more company?"

"That I did, Commander. Though I think it might be nice to get out from between these cruisers, huh?"

Jaina laughed. "Sounds good with me. C'mon." With that, she pulled up, Harker following behind, and three fighters tailing them. The moment they cleared the Cruisers, they once more entered a firefight between the two sides, those shots somehow managing to assist them as one of the trailing pursuers was hit. "Well that's helpful."

"Got any ideas on the other two?"

"Possibly... how would you like to kill three birds with one stone?"

Although Jaina couldn't see his face, she could almost picture the pearly white smirk of Harker in that moment. "Do tell."

Across the galaxy, on a quieter planet, the Jedi Temple slept—a direct contrast of how it was during the day. For while the sun shone, the many youthful padawans brought life to the temple; though at night one could only imagine, in the quietest hours of the night, what dreams they enjoyed. No doubt the happier ones would be shared between them all at breakfast between their companions, while the darker ones would bring contemplations to the others.

But although the many slept, there was one who found himself filled with insomnia, his own inner conflict causing him to wear a hole in the floor in his chambers. There was a darkness which he felt looming from the edges of the galaxy for some time, years of it growing beginning to bring great worry within him.

Though what he felt within his own circle of padawans concerned him the most—or rather, one padawan.

What Luke felt in his one of his nephews frightened him, the darkness which had taken his own father something he could sense in young Ben. At first, he had thought it merely natural, especially in their family, the draw to the dark side something which seemed all too natural in everyone who bore the line of Skywalker. But something could not be assuaged in him. Some dread he felt insisted that this was more of a threat, the darkness in Ben was stronger than it had been in Jacen, and the power the boy displayed.

He couldn't help but fear it. So soon after the fall of his eldest nephew, Luke knew they could not risk another falling. Coming into the room, he glanced at both the Solo boys who slept peacefully, seemingly unaware of the darkness which Luke sensed coming off Ben. Approaching the elder Solo, he reached out with the Force, whatever influence which had a hold on Ben showing Luke the plans which were in mind for him... death... pain... a new Vader set into place in order to build a New Order.

Luke's instinct set in...

Across the room Anakin stirred, the sound of a saber activating dragging him from his dreams and putting him on alert already. Blue eyes opened, blinking as Anakin tried to clear his eyes of the fog of sleep before he pushed himself up to a sitting position, his Uncle's hovering over his brother with lightsaber activated automatically putting him on edge. "Uncle...?" he softly called, feeling helpless as suddenly Ben woke, and in a moment blue met green in a loud hiss.

"Ben, no!" Luke cried out, but it was too late, and the fighting began. Like a cornered animal, Ben attacked his uncle, all blunt force and power, attempting to win for the sake of survival. It was too late to try and remedy the misunderstanding, to make the boy believe that Luke would not have murdered his own nephew in cold blood—he'd woken a frightened boy, who now was focused purely on keeping his own life intact.

What Luke did not know, however, was how aware Ben was of Anakin in the room, and how he feared that whatever caused his uncle to hover above him, he may just come after Anakin as well. He betrayed them. Betrayed him. The voice in his mind would not go away, and every doubt he'd ever felt was increasing, growing louder and coming back with confirmation. He had no other choice, Luke had every intention of killing him... and who knew if it was him with whom it would end with.

As if awaking from a dream, Anakin's shocked state ebbed, and with wide eyes he sprung out of his bed, going for his uncle, trying to pull Luke out of the way to stop the fighting before it continued. Ben would not hurt him, he believed that, he just needed to get this to stop for now.

But before he could get within a foot, he was pushed back, Luke's hand stretching toward him to keep him out of it. He could not risk his youngest nephew being injured, he would not have that on his conscience.

He'd already lost one.

The simple mission which Jaina had laid out at the beginning had suddenly taken a turn for the worst, the squadron having been flanked by more fighters than they'd been expecting. Already two X-Wings had been lost, and everyone else was scattered, pursued and chased after like small prey to large predators.

"Alright, this isn't working. Jag! We need to regroup if we're ever going to hit the target." She said, dodging some more flak. "Jag, do you hear me?!" There was no reply, and immediately Jaina began to worry, looking around to see if she could see the tell-tale gold trimmed X-Wing—come to think of it..."Twin Suns Leader to squadron, come in." The communicator was silent. "Twin Suns Leader to Squadron!" Nothing, Jaina yelled in frustration. "R2, the comms are down, see what you can do about it. Meanwhile, I'm going in."

R2 beeped in a manner which doubtless could be interpreted as warning, the translation appearing in front of her on her panels. "Yeah, I know, but somebody has to take this down. You work on the communicator, I'm going to get this ship down if it's the last thing I do. With, or without anyone else's help. Just let me know if anyone gets on my tail while I'm at it."

The fighter sped toward its target, Jaina taking a deep breath as she focused, eyes set on the flagship which was dead ahead, her fingers ready on the trigger—

Pain. Betrayal. The ripple in the Force was extreme, catching her attention completely off guard as she was hit with the emotions, her eyes losing all focus ahead as she kept careening forward. She knew this, this familiar feeling of dread, this loss which came from...somewhere. She could almost hear screams, echoes of something far beyond her which assaulted a deeper part of her than her mere senses. Fear. It intertwined like a web, lashing out with familiarity. Her temples throbbed, and she felt as if she was being suffocated for a moment, her hands gripping the controls of her fighter far stronger than she ever should have. There was an agony which came with the vision, it reached for her and held it tightly in its claws, and she saw in some part of her mind the sight of—"Ben?... wha...?"

What was she seeing? She couldn't tell, she only knew that the look in her younger brother's face was something she'd never seen before. That was when it hit her, the familiarity. Anakin. Somehow, by the will of the Force or by Anakin himself, she was connected to him, what he saw she saw as well... and that... was horrible. The fear was her own next, crawling up her throat as she nearly yelled out at whatever she saw, her protective side rising up even though she was parsecs away. But that was just it, wasn't it, she was helpless in what she saw, the sight of dark eyes facing Anakin from across the training room before the came closer—

"JAINA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! PULL UP! PULL UP!"

Her communicator yanked her away from it, and she was once again in the present, about to collide with the very flagship she'd been aiming to hit instead. Quick reflexes saved her then as she pulled on her steering column, the ship's wing grazing the metal of the flagship, though she managed to clear it just in time, her trigger finger firing the blasts before she even thought of it. They hit her original target, but she didn't stay to see what happened, zooming away from the flagship as Jaina tried to clear her head.

"What was that?!" Harker's voice rang through the cockpit. "You were on a collision course, and none of us seemed to be able to get through."

"Jaina, what happened? Are you alright?" Jagged's voice added in, and she found herself wishing they weren't in ships far away from each other.

"I..." She trailed off. "I'm fine... I don't know what happened I just..." Warning bells screamed in her head, and she began to finally piece things together. That was no future vision. "I need to get to Ossus."

"O—Ossus?!" Harker repeated. "What are you talking about? We've got the rest of this fleet to take care of."

"What is going on, Jaina?" Jagged repeated, his voice clearly declaring what he didn't speak. "Are you alright?"

"..." Jaina could not respond, her ship already turned in the direction she needed to head in. "Yeah... you guys got this. Twin Suns leader, out."

Harker's next protests weren't even heard as Jaina's ship disappeared into hyperspace, a panic settling in her stomach which she did not like at all.

The threatening Jedi knight was in pieces before Anakin's feet, his own forced action to defend himself leaving him disgusted. Never before had he taken the life of one of his own, the very thought having previously reviled him, his grandfather's actions haunting him through his name for so long that he had made an oath to himself to keep his hands free of such slaughter. But he had been without choice, his brother's actions having put the Temple at odds within itself.

The biggest issue was that he still did not have answers as to just why this all started.

A hand clapped over his mouth, and he was yanked back, fighting back for a moment before he recognized the one holding him still. "Zekk?" He whispered, the familiar green eyes of his sister's friend staring back at him.

"I've got a ship down in the hangar. You need to get to it." Zekk told him quietly, gently pulling him down a corridor. "I've got a few of the padawans in it, and it's set up to send you straight to Coruscant."

"I'm not leaving." Anakin protested. "I need to stop this, Ben can be reasoned with—"

"Look, I don't know what's going on with your brother, but you need to get out of here." Zekk insisted. "You won't do anyone any good by trying to be a hero, Kid. I don't care what you think, you're going. Don't make me knock you out to do it."

Anakin stopped stock still, pulling his arm back. "Zekk, my brother is back there." he ground out again, this time sternly and more intensely. "Something happened with Uncle Luke, he made this happen and I don't know why, but I feel like this is one enormous mistake, and I have to stop it from getting worse!"

"Kid!" Zekk shouted, groaning in frustration at his stubbornness. "The Temple is literally on fire, and you're in no condition to fight should Ben turn against you. I'm sorry, but you're still weak from that fight with the Yuuzhan Vong, you're gonna get yourself killed if you try and fight against him and you know it. Now are you gonna make me drag you onto that ship or not?!"

Anakin was quiet, Zekk's argument a good one, though every fiber of him screamed the opposite. "...fine, I'll go." He finally said. "Just let me get Tahiri out of here too. I'll be carefu—"

"I'll get your girlfriend for you." Zekk cut in. "You go get on that ship. I'll meet you on New Alderaan with her. Now get on that damn ship, there's a bunch of frightened kids on it that need someone to tell them things are gonna be okay."
Though Anakin wished once more to argue, he couldn't, heading down the corridor toward the hangar. Zekk was right, and he trusted him enough to get Tahiri out.

Once the boy was out of sight, Zekk prepared himself for whatever he'd find on the other side of the doorway back into the Temple. Why did he volunteer to get that girl again?

Jaina pulled out of hyperspace suddenly, the vision of Ossus's terrain below her sending her into both relief and dread. Some hour or so ago all the pain had stopped, and it seemed for all its previous grief, that the Force had gone silent.

And so had her bond with Zekk, Anakin and Ben.

There was nothing more panic inducing than that, her heart pounding harder as she nearly felt assaulted by a signature of darkness, a tendril of the dark side which she recognized. The last time she felt it, she'd killed her own twin in hopes of saving the Republic. Strong... subtle... but not her problem right now.

Descending from the atmosphere, the smoke was the first thing she saw in the distance, and R2's mechanical 'Uh-oh' came loudly in alarm. She'd forgotten all about the droid in her haste to get there, but now that she heard it make a sound, she half wondered if its databanks still held the information of what happened with the last Jedi Temple. If she wasn't searching through the Force for any tendril of familiar signatures, she might have remarked on the strange poetry which it all seemed to make—and how history seemed to like repeating itself.

But right now, her concern was getting to the Temple, finding whoever might have survived, and possibly sending a Holo for help if there were any survivors.

The fires had seemingly been burning for some time already, most of the Temple reduced to ash, and setting down her fighter nearby, she all but launched herself out of it, saber in hand. "Stay here, R2, I might need you to send a transmission back to Corellia." she ordered, the droid giving a series of beeps before it was dropped from the wing of her fighter, rolling to the front but no further. R2 was always a good little droid...

Jaina's steps were quick, her pace turning into a run into the rubble as she called out the names of those she knew. "Ben! Anakin! Uncle Luke?!" But to no avail, for there was no answer from beneath the smoldering embers that were left. Emotion welled up in her throat and she struggled to swallow it down, disgust mingling as she began to see the bodies of the padawans littering the remains of the Temple. Some were charred beyond recognition, but others were still recognizable—well, what was left of them. The horrors of war had, thankfully, adjusted Jaina to the sight of the dead, the sight of those she knew by name which were cut and destroyed somewhat reaching a wall. This was not new to the Commander, and some part of her was heavily bothered by the fact that some part of her did not want to see their faces... she didn't want to know they were dead.

A dark head caught her attention, a weak presence in the Force causing her feet to run without her telling them, the Jedi Knight coming to the side of the young woman and picking up the rubble which crushed her. "Sannah?" she called softly, brushing the girl's hair out of her face as she pulled her close to her chest, trying to ascertain what she could do for her through the Force. A saber had gone through her lower torso, by the looks of it, though it was something she might be able to survive if Jaina was quick.

With a gasp, Sannah woke, yellow eyes looking frantically around before they landed on Jaina, the elder calmly shushing her. "He turned, Jai! Ben, Ben did. They were killing everyone and he was fighting Master Luke. He—he wanted me to join him, but I—"

"Shh, I know, I know." Jaina tried soothing her. "Relax, I need you to conserve your strength."

Sannah grasped Jaina's arm in a vicelike grip, the brunette lifting herself up ever so slightly. "An—Anakin..." she breathed out. "He's on New Alderaan. You have to get there before Ben does, Zekk said he'd meet him on New Alderaan. He went with Ben, he and Tahiri—"

"Sannah, please, I need you to calm down!" Jaina replied sternly, Sannah dropping back into her arms in weakness. "Look, my fighter can't carry two, but I'm going to try and find a ship so we both can get out of here."

"No need." Sannah breathed, defeat in her gaze as she looked toward the sky. "I don't think I'll make it. I've barely been holding on. I knew you'd show up." Jaina's jaw clenched, a stubborn shake of her head making her disagreement clear, but Sannah went on. "Ben kept saying something was wrong... He thought it was after him..."

"Wh—what was after him?" Jaina inquired, her voice soft but insistent.

Gold met brown as Sannah replied. "The darkness. The darkness that took Jacen. He said it was suffocating... he said it was—" she gasped in pain, internal injuries which Jaina did not see taking her life force at a faster rate of deterioration. "Strong. You have to get to him, they kept talking about destroying the Jedi. Master Luke, he... I don't know what happened to him, but Ben won..." She swallowed. "Jai... Ben... felt like Jacen did. Whatever influenced him was..."
"Similar." Jaina finished, her previous observation coming back to mind. Sannah nodded, giving her a small smile. What it meant, she didn't know yet, but it certainly left one wondering...

"...Hey..." Sannah tried, taking a deep breath. "Tell Anakin... that I..."

Whatever she was about to say died in her throat, a final breath the last which left the mouth of the young Melodian. Jaina stared at her, calling her name as she tried in some manner to bring her back to her body, but it was too late, she was gone.

A heavy heart in her chest, Jaina set the girl down on the rubble once more, hope helping but a little to know that Anakin was still alive... though it crushed her to know Zekk and Tahiri had joined Ben. How would Anakin take that news? She feared for him for the first time in his life. Anakin, the youngest one, who willingly would sacrifice himself if necessity called for it. And Ben? What blindness had they all had that her brother was so vulnerable? Regret, that was what such thoughts brought.

Standing once more, she stared toward the rest of the ruins with little inspiration to go on. There was nothing left here now, she realized, though Sannah's words played over in her mind, and the tendril of the Dark Side was ever present.

With some effort, she reached toward it following it, as it may, tugging and pulling with the Force to find its source—and maybe to find her brother at the other side.

But there was only a swallowing blackness, malicious, consuming, swirling. Like a spider's web in which she nearly felt herself so caught that she might not get away if she tried. Her knees gave out, whatever thread of her brother that she could feel, far too deep in the darkness, as if he had been wholly consumed in it. Never before had she been so affected by the dark side, her past brush with it having been something she felt no fear of... but this? She gasped, thrust back –or pulled back, she couldn't tell— back to where she belonged: on her knees in the middle of the ash remains.

...With solemnity, she took to her feet and headed back to her fighter, no thoughts in her mind which still had no way to understand what she had seen.

The war was over at last, ten years of fighting finally ceasing, the trillions of lives lost finally having meaning—leaving the Galaxy with a hopeful peace.

But not for Jaina. Since the day on Ossus, she could not shake the feeling that whatever peace they'd found was merely temporary, that it was only a matter of time before it showed itself; or until someone forced it to show its hand, in which case she could only hope that they would be strong enough to withstand the storm.

"Jai?" Anakin's voice cut through her thoughts as she finished tacking in her rewiring on her fighter. It was the last order of business she had to do with the ship before it was finally in working order once more. Jaina sighed, sliding out from under the fighter and giving her brother a nod.

"What's up, Ani?" she inquired, though the energy with which she might have once said such a greeting lacked, and it came out a hollower sound, accompanied by weary eyes. "Need something?"

Anakin shifted, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he cleared his throat. "Mom said you're leaving." he finally uttered, leaving his sister staring at him as if waiting for more. "...why?" There it was.

Clearing her throat, Jaina stood, her hands brushing on her black pants in an effort to clean them off—although it was more nervousness than anything, for there was nothing on her skin. "Just need to get away that's all. I've been fighting for so long, I've kinda lost some of myself. Need to find out what I want to do with the rest of my life now that we're at peace."

Skepticism filled Anakin's face, and his head shook. "I don't believe that. Something's bothering you." He replied, though he got no answer, his sister instead heading to her toolbox to put away the screwdriver. "Is it Ben?"

She froze, clearing her throat again. "...Ben's gone. I couldn't try and find him if I wanted to."

"But you're going to try all the same."

"No."

Anakin blinked. "Then what is it?"

She turned, leaning against the wing of her fighter with a facade of casual ease, though she was clearly tense. "This... peace. I don't trust it. Call me crazy, but I think there's more to this whole thing than meets the eye, and frankly I don't think it'll take long until we're back at war before we're ready." She confided softly, her eyes shifting around to make sure she wasn't overheard. "Look, there's no real peace, Ani. The Senate is now calling mom a warmonger, dad is off who knows where, we're down two brothers—something just doesn't feel right."

"Leaving isn't going to solve that." Anakin retorted, a sliver of passion entering his voice. "We need you, Jai."
"You're not getting it, Ani. I'm not leaving to solve the problems, I'm not that arrogant, I'm leaving to find out what the hell is going on out there!" She gestured to one side of the hangar, as if somehow she was trying to show him that there was something beyond the walls of it. "What I felt that day on Ossus—what took Ben, what I'm beginning to wonder if it affected Jacen, and me... that's what I'm after. I need to know what it is. And what it wants."

Anakin sighed, shifting in discomfort. "You shouldn't do that alone, Jai." He warned. "What if you find it? If it is responsible for Ben and Jacen, then—"
"Then I'll be able to come back and explain what I've found." Jaina interrupted sternly. "I'm not as weak as I was in the past, I know how to balance myself well enough. I just need to know..." She trailed off, reaching a hand up to her brother's cheek. "It's not forever, Ani. I'll be back before you know it."

"...Jaina—"
"Commander Solo?" A new voice cut in, and with a roll of her eyes Jaina turned toward it. Warm brown eyes met her vision, a hint of admiration in them which the expression on the young pilot's face made eve more evident. There was vague recognition in her, though she couldn't remember his name for the life of her. He'd replaced Harker some time ago, her friend having been shot down on accident by friendly fire. Since then she'd been more aloof with the new pilots—what was his name again? Beau Cameron? Something like that. "I'm sorry, I was told to find the commander and—"
"You're looking for Jagged Fel then." Jaina interrupted him. "I'm out of the Squadron. Taking off right now as a matter of fact, so you'd better head over there." She pointed to the other side of the hangar where Jagged was looking mildly forlorn.

Her fault, she had no doubt. He didn't agree with this decision of hers. No, it was more than that... he wanted her to stay, and she was too driven by this to do so. Besides... she was still a Jedi, and what he wanted was impossible.

The pilot blinked at her, then looked over where Jagged was and nodded. "Thank you, Commander." He replied, giving her a slight smile. "The Squadron will miss you, you know."

Jaina raised a brow and scoffed. "Thanks, Pilot. But you'd better head over to Commander Fel, I'm sure he can help you out with whatever you need." She finished on a kinder tone, picking up her toolbox and taking it where it belonged, on the way out giving the Pilot a pat on the shoulder. "Congrats by the way on that last mission. You've got the makings of a great pilot."

He grinned widely, his head tilting to the left. "That's a great compliment coming from you, Commander."

She just chuckled and shook her head. "Just don't get cocky. That's my last advice to you. Jag doesn't like it, and neither will my mother."

"What am I exactly?" Anakin cut in playfully, earning a smirk from his sister.

"You're lenient, brother mine, sorry." Jaina threw back, winking at him before she gave the pilot one last nod and headed off. "I'm gonna say goodbye to mom. Can you make sure I've got a topped off tank, Ani?"

Anakin nodded to her back. "You got it."

The Pilot took a step toward Anakin with a curious look. "If you don't mind me asking...Why is she leaving?"

The Jedi Knight sighed, looking between the pilot and his sister's departing back for a moment before he answered. "She's got some things to work out, that's all." The Pilot stared for a moment and then shrugged, heading over to where Jagged was as Anakin set about readying his sister's fighter for takeoff.

And there we all are. Please let me know what you guys think. I'm a few chapters ahead in writing, but I still love to hear your thoughts on everything.