A/N: Thank you first of all to my first EVER reviewer Classybird. It made my entire day. I'm not writing for the recognition...but hey I have to say that review gave me a boost ;). Hopefully those of you who have stopped by to read this story have enjoyed it, if not please don't be afraid to say so. If I can tailor it to your liking or fix it in any way to make it better then by all means let me know how. :D My updates won't be this quick all the time but I will be consist 2 to 3 days. Sorry I promised myself my family would always come first.
If I offend anyone with my writing I apologize in advance. I also want to acknowledge the real authors who bless us with their free work, you're the reason I feel inspired enough to attempt writing.
Today I completed reading one of the most fantastic fanfiction stories EVER. I have reviewed her story once but not as often as I would have liked (as a guest reviewer, not a member I'm still new). If anyone hasn't read Dauntless Gray yet...GO DO THAT NOW.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Divergent Collection. Those belong to Veronica Roth, I am simply borrowing some of her characters. Original characters belong to me. I will try to stay true to the original story as much as possible but I don't plan on staying canon...sorry.
This story was actually kind of inspired by Natalie. I couldn't help wondering how much the story could have changed had she trained or told Tris about Divergents. Then that got me thinking, had someone been born Erudite and divergent and unable to hide that divergence at a early age, what would happen to her.
Recap: Lillian has now become Lilz. I hope you don't mind that I made her father Dauntless born. But there will be more explanation on him in later chapters.
Can anyone guess who the cousins are?
"The harder the struggle the more glorious the triumph"
Chapter 2
Never give up
I wasn't surprised when Peyton followed next behind me, though she was much louder in her fall. The screaming shout of excitement left her lips the moment she made the leap and never seemed to stop even when she made it to the net. This time the man who helped me did not assist her but instead another Dauntless women. I heard a few people behind me cheer in what sounded mostly like relief. This must be her family. As soon as she is extracted from the net she makes a beeline toward me smiling widely toward me and those around me. Before she can even pause to say a word, a pair of bronzed skinned almost identical guys step forward to embrace her followed closely by another set of bronzed set guys. Peyton squeals in delight as one by one they all pass her around. Their reunion makes me jealous even though I know I shouldn't be since it was my choice to leave my own family. I move my eyes back toward Mr. Intense only to find he's staring right back, though this time he doesn't appear to look as menacing as he did when he pulled me from the net, if anything he looks slightly intrigued. I don't know if this is a good thing or bad, before I can think too much on it the next person falls into the net which just so happens to be Logan. I know that he will receive the same reception as Peyton so I move away slightly to give his family time to embrace him.
It only took 15minutes for all the initiates and other members to complete the jump. With the Candor boy not completing the jump that only left 19 of us in total, I can tell by the others reactions in the room that they were expecting more.
"Dauntless born go with Four...transfers stay with me" Mr. Intense says in a commanding voice that sends shivers throughout my body, I have no idea why I'm reacting this way but I don't have time to think about that right now.
"My names Eric, one of your leaders here and for the few of you that have made it this far I will also be your trainer...lucky you" Eric smirks then before he can utter another word he turns and begins to walk away, leaving us wondering what to do. "Well are you waiting for an invitation, move it!" He growls over his shoulder toward us now five transfers. The others jump in shock at his harsh tone while I resist the urge to roll my eyes. What a complete jerk.
Eric leads us through a tunnel as dark as the hole we fell through, only here there is no light. I guess you have to brave enough to walk through.
After what feels like a long time we finally near a lightly lit doorway to which Eric leads us through. He makes no attempt to slow down as he barrels down the red lit stair case almost as if he wants to lose us...actually I'm almost certain he does. We make it down two flights of stairs before he turns down a cave like hall way highlighted only by the light blue aqua fluorescent lighting. The ceilings, walls and floor are all cemented stone, but have an almost carved like texture to them. The lighting shadows the stone in intricate patterns that dances along the cave in an artistry type of way. There's just something so beautiful about the rustic look of it. The deeper we walk into the cave the louder the echoing sound of drums and people become, till finally we come to stand above a high stoned platform overlooking what I can only describe as a pit.
"This is the pit...get used to it, it's where you'll spend most of your time...well if you make it" Eric says as if the thought of us becoming factionless is something he's striving for AND from what I've seen of this man I would almost say he was. Below us are sea of Dauntless members celebrating in un-organized chaos. Some look to be sparring in friendly competition while onlookers cheer them on, a few more are gathered around the beating sound of the drums dancing along to the high tempo beat, fewer groups congregate in loud conversation and then there are the couples cuddling up slightly above the pit making out in a public display of affection, those are the ones I avoid making eye contact with. Erudite are in no way shy about their love connections, but they keep their PDA restricted mostly to the privacy of their homes. In a way Erudite are a lot like the Abnegation sharing their conservative views in that particular area.
"Let's move on" Eric shouts over the noise created below by his faction. My eyes immediately move back toward his only to find again that he looking at me, it's almost as if he were watching for my reaction...the last thing I want to do is attract the attention of a Dauntless Leader. His curiosity makes me nervous...well if you can call it curiosity that remains to be seen.
The Chasm though potentially dangerous has a slight eerily beauty about it. The raging white waters come in from three directions falling to jagged rocked like stone below. Attempting to jump this would be pure suicide a point in which Eric points out.
"Many have attempted to jump the Chasm and none have ever survived. Let that be your warning as you walk through this place" He says sounding almost concerned for us...I say almost because he shoots forward in an attempt to scare one of the other transfers which only causes her to flinch and almost fall due to the lack of railings. Eric only just manages to grab her before she flies off the edge, but as he pulls her back he has the most awful smirk on his face, one that I'm sure he reserves purposely for when he's being a complete and utter douche.
When Eric seems satisfied enough that he's scared the living begeus out of us he moves on. Pointing out where certain amenities are for our use. It's a lot to take in but it's also exciting...even if it is Eric showing us around.
"You're gonna be sleeping here for the next ten weeks...and before you ask YES both boys and girls will be sleeping here" Eric says as he leads us into our dorm room, it looks like a bottomless pit. Most of the cots are for small children but what's worse is the bathroom. It's completely open with zero privacy, I won't even go into detail about how filfty it actually is...it's enough to make me gag.
"Get dressed, dinners in an hour" Eric says as he turns his back on us and leaving the room. The five of us stand for a few minutes more taking in what will be our home for the next two and a half months. The Amity Girl looks like she'd much prefer factionless to this and I can't say that I blame her. With a heavy sigh I decided to make lemonade out of lemons and move to a cot to get changed. There are plenty of spare cots here that would make useful separators for the showers and toilets. It'll take a bit of work but I'm willing to do it if it means I can shower in peace. The clothing fits me like a second skin; the additional padding would worry me had I not jumped off a moving train which caused the lacerations and bruises on my body. It's not that I didn't notice it before it's just I never gave it a thought as to why...after today that is.
Everyone dresses in complete silence glancing up every so often, with the loss of the Candor boy that leaves only two boys in our group one more Candor boy whom questioned the Dauntless born on the train and an Erudite...you would think I knew his name but I don't, until today I'd never seen his face. Beside me was another Erudite girl I think her name was Cassidy and the Amity girl who looked scared as hell. If she had a remote chance of surviving here she'd better learn quick how to keep her fears hidden, the last thing you want to do here was let people see your weaknesses.
With time to spare I decide to check out the closets to see if there are any cleaning products, and as luck would have it I find the perfect cleaning agent one that Erudite conducted when we had the lab explosion the same year I started training. It works miracles and best of all it's a leave and spray. Satisfied that I've sprayed every nook and cranny I return to the dorm room with every pair of eyes trained on me I ignore them as best I can and take a seat on the end of my cot as they all have. The silence around the room gives me ample time to think...wondering if I'd chosen to remain in Erudite how or rather what would I be doing now. Jeanine would no doubt be giving the initiates a personal tour of the facility watching over her initiates has always been something she personally over saw, and it definitely wasn't because she cared. No Jeanine was much too heartless for that...she looked for sheep, people who she could easily manipulate. There of course was a criteria to being in Jeanine's favor, you had to test in the top 3%, follow orders without question though that was hard for any rational Erudite because it is in their nature to question everything and finally you had to fight against the so called imminent threat of Divergents. If you had nothing to offer Jeanine she would not pay you any mind and most likely make you factionless. It was right after Jeanine came into power that she created the cut off rule of Erudite, and although Dauntless too has a high factionless rate it was the only place I knew I had to be.
"What do you think it'll be like here?" The Erudite boy says breaking the silence between the five of us, the Candor boy answers him first not that I'm surprised...it's such a Candor thing to do
"Crazy" He blurts out, that's all Candor's problem, they have no filter and just say whatever they're thinking. The Erudite chuckles but then surprises me by directing his question to me.
"What do you think Lillian?" Shoot he knows my name, and try as I might I can't for the life of me remember his.
"Lilz...I go by Lilz now" I say to him correcting him, I don't want that name spreading around especially since it's a name that I only wish to hear coming from my families lips.
"Hmm...it suites you...so what do you think?' He asks after he gives me a compliment, though I note he doesn't tell me his name which is part of the reason I wanted to share mine in hopes he'd share his.
"Like Candor said crazy" I smirk, he and I think Cassidy roll their eyes knowing full well that I meant that as an Erudite insult. It's a joke among the Erudite to phrase a sentence with Like Candor Said. To the intellectual it's smart and witty to the Candor it's a compliment, and judging by the look on Candor's face that is exactly how he's taken it.
"See the beautiful girl agrees" The Candor boy says throwing me a wink, if I didn't know he was kidding I would have blushed but since it's apparent that he is I just laugh.
"I'm Tristan" Candor continues while managing to throw a flirtatious smile in our general direction. I can already tell he's going to be someone I would like to be around, he doesn't seem the type to take everything too seriously and for what I'm about to embark on he's just the type I need around.
"Anthony" Erudite says, his name still eludes me. He definitely looks the typical Erudite quaffed slicked back hair, and immaculate presentation. He and Tristan are both equal in size...meaning they are both lean and tall.
Both he and Tristan turn toward the Amity girl who pulls at the end of her shirt, she blushes bright red before she speaks or rather whispers he name
"Oh I'm Maddison" Amity says, she's a lot more reserved than any other Amity I'd encountered
"Well I'm Cassidy, I have to say I was surprised when you chose Dauntless...you just seemed so Erudite" Cassidy says to me, I notice Anthony looking at me with the same mix of surprise I guess I better get this out of the way
"Apparently my aptitude disagrees" I tell them, everyone in the room shivers so if I had to fathom a guess I'd say they all killed that poor dog. Of course I did too but unlike my fellow initiates I did it purposely.
"Yeah I guess I know what you mean" Cassidy says with a saddened sigh, none of us know what to say at this point so it's great timing when Eric storms back into the room
"Get up. Collect your old clothes and follow me" Eric commands before swiftly turning away from us. We all each rush to catch up to him fumbling over our old items, I can't image why he insists we bring them with us to dinner.
"We here in Dauntless have a tradition of sorts for transfers. The burning of your old faction clothing is to commiserate the letting go of your old life. Discard your clothing then join in with your new faction for dinner" Eric says leaving us to stand over a large bin of burning coals. It seems like a waste to me burning them when we could be donating them, but like the others I toss them in the barrel and watch as they come alight.
The giant mess hall is as the pit was alive with noise, many heads swivel at our arrival. Their curious eyes bore into us as we all stand awkwardly in the entrance way, it's a little unnerving and makes me feel like an animal at the zoo. Ignoring the scrutinizing eyes of the Dauntless members I heave a breath and head toward the initiates tables, as I begin to walk I spot Peyton immediately since she waves me over toward her enthusiastically. She looks like she's about to explode with happiness...I've never met someone so alive before, she's in a category all her own and rivals that of the Amity with her cheery upbeat persona
"Yay you made it! sit sit quick!" Peyton exclaims as soon as I'm close enough to her table to hear. I bite my lip to hide my smile at her as I catch her cousin Logan teasing her behind her back. Their behavior is much the same as my brother and I...dammit I need to shut down that thought before I get too nostalgic and begin to cry
"Thanks" I tell her as soon as I'm seated, Anthony takes the seat next to me followed by Tristan, Cassidy and Maddison sit across from me next to a few other Dauntless borns that I've not met yet.
"So tell me what do you think?" Peyton asks her voice high pitched and giddy her friends I think all roll their eyes in amusement at her enthusiasm but otherwise look toward me for an answer
"It's hard to describe" I whisper feeling uncomfortable with the attention
"Oh come on Lilz you're Erudite surly you can think of something" Peyton scoffs, this causes Cassidy and Anthony to chuckle and well myself too, she of course is right being from Erudite words are how we live, of course the way we phrase our words are more critical than not. We base our thoughts on knowledge and facts we don't blurt the first thing that comes to mind. So without thinking about it I find myself contemplating her question thinking how best to put into words what I've seen or liked about this place
"It's hard to best describe something for this place using words... It's energetic, high octane so full of life and crazy beautiful. There's a certain type of danger that surrounds the compound, yet that danger element only draws you in, pulsates the blood with new life and excitement at the unknown risks" I answer in more detail than I had originally given, this time Peyton looks at me with glazed eyes and a smirk that tells me she's mocking me
"See Erudite that wasn't so hard" she says with a giggle
"That's former Erudite, Dauntless" I tease, she and the surrounding Dauntless born initiates all laugh at that as do the other transfers
During the course of dinner Peyton takes it upon herself to introduce her friends to me.
"This is Jared, Hails, Colby, Ethan, Troy, Heath, Zoey and of course you remember Logan" Pey says, they each turn toward me nodding their heads and offering smiles none of which are as bright as Peyton and Logan's but definitely bigger than one I've ever attempted to make.
"This is Anthony, Tristan, Maddison, Cassidy and I'm Lilz" I say feeling somehow obligated into introducing the others, Anthony smiles at me before saying hello to the others.
"So who are they?" Tristan asks nodding his head in the direction of the other Dauntless initiates that have purposely segregated themselves from the group. From what I've learned about the so called "New" Dauntless way of things is that it is quite cut throat gone is the team work value, it's now every man for himself so to speak. If them sitting aside from the others is what I think it is then it is with them that we all need to be careful around.
"That's Jordan, Trent, Olivia, Grea and Mitchey. They're ruthless they're only focused on winning and taking down anyone who gets in their way. If you know what's good for you you'll just keep away from them, they're all trouble" Logan answers in a serious tone. His answer doesn't surprise me as much as it does the others, but it still bothers me. It now worries me that Peyton will be sharing a space with such people, I don't know the girl other than a few small conversation's here and there but I already feel somewhat protective of her...I know I'm here for one purpose and that is to make Dauntless but after meeting Peyton I know I can't not get somehow attached to her and that's the worrying part. How can I successfully do my job if I'm already growing attached to certain people here?
"Thanks for the warning" Tristan says while eyeing up the other Dauntless born initiates.
Suddenly a loud clanking of metal crashing on the table tops of the mess hall emanates from the surrounding tables causing us transfers to look around in confusion.
"Initiates. Stand." Max commands,
"You have chosen to join the warrior faction, tasked with the defense of this city and all its inhabitants. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery and the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. Respect that. Do us proud." His words resonate within me and though the delivery was rather powerful he lacked the passion. The members and most of the initiates begin to clap and cheer in respect so I follow along, the member's beeline for us lifting all the initiates to our feet and hoisting us in the air suffering us through the ambiguous crowd. The laughter from the others causes me to smile...if only everyday was like this. Carefree and problem free. For the small amount of time that I have it I will embrace it.
I awoke from a dark dream. I'd watched as my family were dragged to their deaths while I watched helplessly and unable to stop it. It was one of my biggest fears and one that my father had taught me to suppress during my fear simulations, however there was no escaping it in my dreams. The only good thing to happen from it was that I was able to wake up before screaming and waking the others from their slumber. Deciding that there was no way I would be able to sleep after having such a horrific dream I head to the showers. Thankfully we as a group banned together and made makeshift dividers for the showers and toilets last night so this morning as I shower it gives me privacy to just stand under the water while it soothes away the bad dream that I will fight everyday not to let come true.
After my shower I head back to my cot and one by one the others wake up even though I was trying to be quiet. No one speaks really because sleep is still evident in their eyes, they merely shower and get our dorm cleaned. When Eric steps into our room he's shocked to see that we're all awake and more than that we're ready.
"Get to the pit!" he growls turning away quickly from us. It's then that I notice he's holding a spanner, and it's also with that, that I realize we messed up his glorified attempt at waking us in what I can only assume is one of his favorite things to do. We waste no time running to the pit, the other man that led the Dauntless born away from the net looks up at us in surprise when he sees us but he doesn't say anything to voice it
"There are two stages of training, the first is physical. Push your bodies to their breaking point while mastering the methods of combat. The second is mental again breaking point. You'll face your worst fears and conqueror them...unless they get you first. You'll be trained separately from the Dauntless born but you'll be ranked together after initiation rankings will determine what jobs you move into. Leadership, guarding the fence or keeping the factionless from killing each other. Rankings will also determine who gets cut and before you ask YES I mean cut from the program where you'll live factionless" Eric says sternly, his eyes moving across the five of us
"But how is that right" Anthony asks
"I don't care what you think is right...if you're really one of us it won't matter to you if you might fail...alright you chose us...now we get to choose you" Eric says glaring at him then spinning around quickly, hesitantly everyone follows in his wake. The elation that some may have been feeling this morning has all but evaporated, fighting for our survival has now become more pressing than the fun that they may have expected waking up this morning. Stepping into the large training room should be met with excitement and a chance to challenge ourselves, but that doesn't exist anymore what we see before us isn't an opportunity to be better and become Dauntless. What we now see is a room that will either make or break a person, and as I look upon the faces of my fellow initiates it's clear that they're already broken.
It's my focus on the others that I miss a beautiful petite blonde girl standing on the mats.
"This is Tris, she'll be working with me for the next 10 weeks. She is still in training herself but for the most part will be overseeing your training initiation process" Eric says sounding annoyed, Tris however looks upon him with nothing but respect although there is a small detection of loathing behind her hazel eyes. The tension between these two is so palpable that it makes for an awkward situation
"Let's begin" Eric says firmly leaving the room, he has a habit of just assuming we know what to do. So instead of waiting to be berated as we were yesterday we each just fall in step behind him nervously awaiting what Eric has in stall for us. We eventually end up on the roof where there are rows of dummie targets and what looks to be an obstacle like gun shooting course. I try hard not to show my excitement as I spot the guns displayed on the pristine black coaled table top, I can almost feel the cool like steel between my fingers.
"Tris will demonstrate how to use a gun. Pay attention, everything counts" Eric says firmly, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his words but for added confirmation Eric stands to glare at each of us to ensure his message is clear
"There are four important rules that if followed strictly, will keep you and others safe so you can have a good time unloading a few rounds" Tris says in an uncharastically hard voice considering her size a polite demeanor
"The first. Always treat firearms as if it were loaded. No ifs and or buts about it. Even if you know the gun is unloaded, still handle it as if it were loaded" She says while looking a lot more fierce than I had originally thought...interesting
"The second. Always keep the firearm pointed in a safe direction, a direction where a negligent discharge would cause minimum property damage and zero physical injury. Even the most experienced gun handlers break this rule from time to time, if caught you'll find out very quickly what happens to those who break this rule" She says with a shudder leaving me to ponder what she'd seen to cause such a reaction
"The third. Always keep your trigger finger off the trigger and outside the trigger guard until you have made a conscious decision to shoot" She doesn't pause to elaborate on this, though it is seemingly obvious
"The fourth" Always be sure of your target, backstop and beyond. You want to be aware of what's in your line of fire" This time Tris looks across the five of us looking for any detection of mis-understanding, she must see nothing out of the ordinary so she continues
Tris then goes into an elaborate lesson on how to grip a handgun, assuming the extended shooting position, how to aim and finally ending with trigger management or more commonly known as pulling the trigger. For a former Erudite I find the lesson in detail rather helpful, without being shown I can already paint an accurate picture of how exactly to hold and fire a gun...not that I needed the lesson, even so her method of explanation is thorough and educational. She then demonstrates what she said, reiterating for us just in case we've missed something, which in itself is another great educational tool for re-enforcing the message. Over all Tris is a wonderful trainee trainer, not to mention she's far less intimidating than Eric...don't get me wrong I can certainly tell that this girl or woman is no pushover but even so it's nice to know there is someone who seems more compassionate than our fearless leader.
"Line up" She then says after shooting her cartilage round it doesn't escape anyone's attention that she also shot the bulls eye every shot either. I suppose it gives me some hope that if Tris can do it then so can the others...despite my better judgment I've allowed myself to become somewhat attached to these people, they seem to genuinely care about others and for the most part seem like decent human beings. If there is some way I can help them to progress here I will do it.
I take position between Tristan and Maddison with Cassidy and Anthony on the outskirts of the line. Doing as instructed I take the gun before me stifling a sigh of contentment as the gun sits in my hands. The cold steel is a reminder of happier times and though that is a confusing concept to most it's the memory of my "childhood" prior to being an independent. Taking aim I line the target with perfect precision knowing that if I were to take the shot now I would hit it dead centre, however as I take account of the others I see that most of them are off target by are marginal amount so I follow suite. Gradually through the long hours practicing here I show progressive improvement, having said that I know it's still not as good as I know myself to be.
"That's good progress Lilz well done" Tris says softly coming up behind me, I turn my head toward her and offer her a genuine smile of thanks. Just by that smile of return I know immediately that she is no dauntless born, that is no smile of dauntless but the smile of an Abnegation. If she didn't have my interest before she certainly has it now.
"That's enough for today, go get lunch" Eric calls out in a bored tone.
Once we've put enough distance between us, Eric and Tris Antony corners me. Not in an aggressive manner but still enough to startle me
"How did you do that Lilz?" He asks truly curious, the others stop to stare at me also and I can see that the question is burning behind their wide eyed orbs too. I'm not entirely sure how honest I should be with them but I know I can't keep lying...well that and Tristan is bound to pick me up on it
"I practiced" I admit nervously scared of his reaction, instead of anger I'm met with excitement from not only him but the others...this is definitely not the reaction I thought I would get but it warms my heart still the same
"I refuse to be factionless Lilz...and if I'm honest I don't want to see anyone of you factionless either...I know it's asking a lot but would you help us" Anthony pleads, his brown eyes boring into mine begging me to help and although I know I shouldn't because of the bigger plan I cannot refuse him so I find myself nodding in response. He and Tristan basically sandwich me into a giant bearlike hug crushing my bones from the sudden impact of two giant like boys colliding against one another. It's painful but bearable
When training concludes at 6pm, we each sluggishly return to our dorm half broken and half asleep from exertion. No one ever said being Dauntless was easy. After my long blissful shower I return to the dorm room ready to sleep, but knowing that I'll need fuel for the next day I along with the others dawdle to the mess hall for dinner.
"How's training going guys?" Pey asks with a knowing smirk which only makes me scrowl at her and in return causes her to bellow out a laugh.
"I'll take that as a great" She responds amused
"My entire body aches, is it supposed to feel that way" Maddison says suddenly, we transfers look at her in surprise I mean the girl barely says boo and now she's initiated conversation, it actually makes me proud of her and from the looks of the others they too look proud
"Of course silly, what'd you think would happen?" Zoey says softly, one of Peyton's very good friends
"I didn't really think about it" Maddison says with a shrug and a rosy blush poor thing
"It'll pass, you just have to make it pass the first stage" Zoey continues, suddenly the table goes quiet no one has to speak to know what we're each thinking but of course I find myself asking anyway
"How many get cut?" I ask, each of them flinch at my question but it's Logan who answers me
"It depends on the numbers, with a group as small as ours I would say two maybe five tops. Last year they cut 13 the year before 24, the number gets less with every new group...but that doesn't mean anything. There is no guarantee for anyone" Logan says, it's the most I've ever heard him say and less than that he doesn't have his usual trade mark smile...its slightly unnerving to see him this way...so serious
"There absolutely is" I say stubbornly refusing to let that be our fate, everyone's eyes shift toward me a little shocked none more than Logan
"And how do you purpose that nose" he says there is no malice in his comment only slight amusement
"I would think the answer were obvious" I smirk at him, he and the others look at me like I've lost my marbles not at all understanding what I mean by this
"How so?" Cassidy asks, her Erudite slipping out as she resumes her Erudite posture and curious stare
"You're all Dauntless now...and what is it that Dauntless never do?" I ask, the Dauntless born finally crack a smile catching on to my intended meaning. I have to say it's nice to see Logan's smile return to its natural state
"Never give up" they all answer in unison, their unified answer makes me smile and with a cheeky grin and wink I laugh with my friends.
A/N: Distractions are everywhere for Lilz. You'll see later into the book what I mean and why I've not kept her isolated. Feedback is very welcome. I encourage you to be honest, anything I can do to improve the story I will try. I have a vision for the story but I'm not opposed to making alterations if that is what you the readers want...you will need to be patient with me though. I am no professional writer, this is strictly for fun and LOVE :D