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Chapter 12
Orca calmly cut into her fish and took a large bite. She seemed completely unperturbed by everything she'd just said, and completely oblivious to the way everyone else was reacting.
Tsunami's snout was a mixture of extremely surprised and warily suspicious, like she'd learned not to trust every word that was uttered by Orca, and like she planned to corner the queen later and interrogate her with a spear.
Riptide, on the other hand, looked like he wasn't too surprised by Orca's word - either that, or heor like he was used to Tsunami's older sister saying things like that. Azure seemed to pretend that he hadn't heard a word, and Freakwave had started out saying, "What the - " before Spindrift, who had an unusually grim expression on his snout, had hit him with one of his wings.
The other brothers, Cyclone, Eider, and Baltic, were exchanging shocked looks of their own among themselves, along with hushed mutterings.
"That's odd," Baltic commented at last.
"Hmm, isn't it," Orca said absently, like she wasn't really listening. "Now, as shocked as I'm all sure you are, please eat your dinner. It's quite late, and I'd like to get some other stuff done after this."
Eider and Baltic heeded her words, returning silently to their meals, while Cyclone excused himself and hastily disappeared from the room, although why, Cerulean was unsure.
"I've been sleeping with a murderer this entire time!" Spindrift whispered in her ear, and Cerulean wasn't sure if he was seriously terrified or just joking. If it was the latter, it had not come off as funny.
The others fell into silence, listening respectfully as Tsunami tried to steer the conversation away from what Orca had just said. The two made small talk about petty, unimportant things, like Tsunami's plans for Jade Mountain, how the recovery from everything was going, if Orca was planning on another hatching, and if Tsunami and Riptide were having eggs any time soon.
Really, it was almost funny, how easily talk had turned from a big dramatic reveal about Archipelago to the aforementioned topics, how easily subdued any reactions had been. It was almost...too easy. Like something had stopped Spindrift and the other brothers, Tsunami, and Riptide from reacting properly. That was, of course, assuming they would've acted in a more dramatic fashion.
Cerulean wondered if Orca had cast a spell. If she stood correct, and the queen was the one behind the fog that huddled around certain memories in a dragon's brain, then the purple dragonet supposed that Orca would feel no remorse at casting another small spell over other dragons. Especially to quiet down big news.
There were many things wrong with this.
Orca was acting so secretive about Archipelago before, and now she just told us a big thing about him like it was no big deal, she thought. And nobody really reacted to that...I guess we are dragons; death is a part of life, but still, knowing Spindrift, Freakwave, and Azure, I would've thought they'd at least ask some kind of questions...and Tsunami isn't the kind of dragon to not demand to know more, even if I don't know her that well.
Now Cerulean realized she'd been fixating on Orca, the elegant blue curve of the queen's neck as she sat, poised and perfect, in her grand seat at the head of the long, polished wooden table of the feasting hall, the way the royal crown sat delicately on her head, sparkling under the lights, perched as though it belonged there, like Orca had been hatched with the tiara already there...
The purple dragonet jerked herself out of these thoughts, realizing that there was movement going on around her. Orca seemed to have finished eating, and she rose from her chair in a majestic sweeping of wings. The rest of the room hushed, and she spoke commandingly.
"Thank you all for coming to honor the return of our beloved Princess Tsunami," Orca said. "She will be staying for about a week, and to celebrate her visit, we shall have a party every night dedicated to her name and all she has done for us."
The watching dragons cheered in celebration, and Spindrift muttered something about "parties driving Freakwave crazy". Then Orca was sweeping away, chatter now filling the room, only looking back once at Cerulean to say, "Goodnight, my dear. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
A familiar feeling of longing and admiration filled Cerulean's mind now, chasing away the confusion and questions harbored there. Oh, how she wished she was as good as Orca, how she wished she could be a good queen, how good Orca was at everything...
"So, Aunt Tsunami," Spindrift was saying now, "why aren't you next in line for the throne?"
Riptide nearly inhaled the water he was drinking at these words. "Aunt Tsunami? Three moons, 'Nami, you sound old!"
She sent him a resentful look. "Not any older than you, Riptide." She turned back to Spindrift, giving him a smile that seemed to border on forced. "There was a time, Spindrift, when I might've asked myself the same question, but all in all, I don't think I'm cut out for ruling a kingdom. Long story short, it's just too much responsibility. I've already had enough of that in my life. I want to sit back and not have to be constantly worrying, for once."
"You're not doing a very good job of that," her husband remarked dryly.
"Oh my gosh," Tsunami said with a frustrated sigh, looking like she very much wanted to reply in a snarky manner to Riptide. She too stood up. Turning to look at Cerulean and her nephews, she bid her farewell. "Well, it was an absolute pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Cerulean. I think this is where I'm supposed to say you're going to do a great job ruling the kingdom, and good luck with that...I'll visit again, and you'll see me more over this week. But for now, it's been an awfully long day and I think I'd like to turn in. Okay. Bye, all."
And with that, she quickly vanished into the crowd of feasting dragons. It was only a few moments later that Riptide also joined her, and Cerulean was left with the princes at the table.
Suddenly silence pressed down on them. The speaking of the other dragons in the room, even Baltic and Eider's quiet murmuring about everything they'd just learned, seemed to fade into nothingness. Cerulean's mind whirled around, much like it had been doing all day, but she felt incapable of processing any of the thoughts she was having.
She tried to recall this morning, when she'd come down to breakfast, her first time entering the dining hall and encountering so many loud and important dragons. All the days before that...she was off in the cell on the distant island in the middle of nowhere, occasionally making an appearance to meet Orca and learn about the way the kingdom ran, but mostly sitting in her dark cell, waiting for sunlight to appear as the door was opened and she was let free again.
It struck her, just now, how much had happened over the course of one day. It seemed impossible that so much could've happened without the sun setting once. Given, it was practically the next morning by now; the hour was so late, and everything seemed muted with her exhaustion...
But she had to go meet Eddy on this infinitely long day that was just beginning to end...
She turned to Spindrift, beckoning Azure and Freakwave closer as well. "I hope you all had a lovely afternoon," she said in a low voice, rough with her exhaustion.
The three princes exchanged looks.
"To be honest, it was pretty uneventful after you left," Azure replied quietly. He paused for a moment. "I did finish my net though. I promise, it shouldn't get you next time - everyone witnessed the second spell that I placed on it; only SkyWings will be caught by it now."
Cerulean hesitated, remembering that her friends still didn't know she was actually, somehow, a SkyWing.
"That's the thing," she said, her voice reaching a new level of quiet.
"What? Speak louder!" Freakwave squawked, then seemed to realize that there was a purpose to her hushed voice and immediately leaned forward to hear better.
"Spindrift, Freakwave, Azure," Cerulean continued, "I know it's really, really late - "
"Late, what are you talking about?" Freakwave huffed.
"What he means to say is that he never actually goes to sleep," Spindrift explained. "Freakwave's always super sleep deprived, which makes sense, because he's pretty crazy all the time. Oh wait, sorry, I'm taking away the dramatic moment of whatever Cerulean's trying to tell us."
The purple dragonet shot him a glare. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be dramatic on purpose."
"Whatever, I get it," Spindrift said with a friendly grin. "You're an animus that didn't even realize her power until this morning, going to be the next queen of the throne...you must have millions of secrets you don't want getting out."
She gave him a pointed look. "That's exactly the thing. Like I was saying...I know it's super late by most dragons' standing," she gave Freakwave a glance, seeing that he wanted to interrupt again, "but...could you...I mean..." Oh moons, there it went, her voice. Failing and dipping and rasping with nervousness. She needed Orca's pipes, so loud and reassuring, filled with confidence that demanded attention and refused any leeway.
"Oh yes, I know exactly what you want me to do now," Spindrift said.
"You're not helping," Azure said to his brother.
"Neither are you," came Freakwave's response.
"Would it be possible for you to meet me in the library sometime later tonight?" Cerulean asked, finding her voice. Perhaps she'd finally realized that she was going to be revealing a lot more about herself later, so she might as well just get it over with...
"Sure!" Freakwave chirped immediately. "Scrolls. I love scrolls. Especially when they talk to me and tell me weird things. There's this one scroll named Inkwell who never - "
"Scrolls don't talk unless they're enchanted by animus magic," Azure interrupted.
"Yeah, that's your sleep deprivation getting to your mind," Spindrift added. He looked to Cerulean. "Listen, we'd love to come to your library meeting and everything. It's sounds super mysterious and exciting meeting in the dark secretly, but..."
He trailed off. Cerulean was uncertain as to what he was trying to say, exactly, but she'd gotten the point.
"No, no, it's fine," she said. "It's just...a lot's happened since I last saw you guys."
"I know, right!" Freakwave exclaimed adamantly.
"Just know this," Cerulean pressed on, glancing around quickly to see if anyone was paying them any mind. She saw nobody even glancing their way, so she deemed the conditions safe enough to continue. "There's a reason that SkyWing-only net Azure made caught me. I wish I could tell you more, but it's not safe enough in such an open space, with so many dragons."
"I told you I did the enchantment right!" Azure said loudly.
"Well, it didn't look like it based on the fact it caught Cerulean," Freakwave retorted.
While Azure and Freakwave dissolved into a petty argument, Spindrift gave Cerulean an extremely displeased look that she felt didn't belong on his snout.
"So you're basically saying we've got to go to the library with you in the middle of the night to find out what in Pyrrhia is going on with you," he sighed. "Why do I always befriend the slightly crazy dragons with endless secrets and possibly a dramatic and traumatic back story?"
Cerulean grinned, realizing that he was joking and was actually going to come to the library. "Didn't I tell you? I'm actually secretly Queen Coral in disguise!"
"Ack!" he yelped, believing her for just a second. "Oh, I see. Hahaha, that's not possible unless an animus dragon like, cursed Coral to look like you or something. But fine, we'll meet you in the library. How will we know when to come?"
"Just wait a bit for the castle to go to sleep," Cerulean replied, then looked around the feasting hall at all the eating and talking dragons. "That may take a while. But the library's fairly far from here. I think we'll be safe, even if guests haven't left."
"Hey, maybe you could use your animus magic and create a spell or something to tell us when to come," Azure suggested.
"Or maybe you could stop - " Freakwave began.
"Stop doing that, Azure!" Spindrift complained. "I'm supposed to say something like that. You're making me look stupid."
"Okay, that works," Cerulean cut in before the princes could start arguing again, for Azure looked very much unlike his usually placid self and was opening his mouth to retort to Spindrift. "I'll do that, then. Look for my signal later tonight."
Much like he'd promised, Eddy managed to send Cerulean a note when he returned from guard training later that night.
Hours ago, Cerulean had retired from the party honoring Tsunami's return and gone up to her room, where she'd taken to staring out the window at the moons in the sky. So big and so far away, they were impossible to reach, unbelievably bright in the darkness of the night sky. Cerulean wondered how long the moons had shone down on Pyrrhia, their light never faltering and their presence always certain. She wondered how much they'd seen, how much they knew.
Do the three of you remember back when Albatross was alive? Do you remember when the SeaWing massacre happened? she asked them silently. Do you remember Darkstalker, and Prince Arctic, Foeslayer, and Whiteout? Do you know what happened to Orca after everyone believed Queen Coral had killed her? Do you know how she is truly still alive?
And what about Anemone and Auklet? Did Turtle really kill them both, six years ago? And Archipelago, his twin...is his twin really dead? Did Archipelago really kill all his sisters in that hatching? And do you know why he has a hum of animus magic around him, when he can't do any magic at all?
But most of all, do you know all that's happened to me? Do you know why I'm a SkyWing disguised as a SeaWing? Why am I going to be the next heir to the throne when there are so many other viable and more capable royal SeaWings then me?
Of course, the moons didn't answer. They remained, shining bright, piercing the darkness, silent. Just yesterday, Cerulean recalled, she'd stood out on the beach next to Orca, staring up at those moons and feeling impossibly hopeful, almost free, like she could walk past the darkness and find everything out, be the dragon she wanted to be.
But now. Now everything was different. Perhaps it was because she was no longer outside standing beneath the moons, but now she felt...small. Hopeless. Lonely. Confused. Feelings she was already used to. But now, everything seemed to be magnified by all the new things she'd learned today.
How could one day change everything around her, the dragons she knew, the perspectives she held...so much?
She was beyond relieved when at last there was a light tap on her door, and Chrysocolla entered quietly, gracefully, and shut the mahogany opening with barely a sound.
"Your Majesty," said the maid with a bow, holding up a small piece of white paper like it was some kind of revered icon, perhaps a piece of jewelry.
"Thank you, Chrysocolla," the princess responded, plucking the note from Chrysocolla's hand and unfolding it carefully. The maid stepped back, falling into silence.
It seemed unnecessary to have the note sent when Chrysocolla could've just come up and told me herself, Cerulean reflected after reading Eddy's messy scrawl which informed her of his presence in the library, with Wave. The purple dragonet couldn't help but feel a bit irked knowing that the female SeaWing guard would be there, even though Wave had been so nice to her earlier at the feast.
"Come on," Cerulean spoke to Chrysocolla, who started.
"You want me to come with you?" she asked.
"Of course," the princess responded. Then she remembered that she needed to send some kind of signal with her animus magic to Spindrift, Azure, and Freakwave. "One second."
Her eyes flickered around the room, looking for an object that would suit her desire.
"What's this midnight meeting about?" Chrysocolla's voice cut across the silence after the quiet between them had grown painful to listen to.
"Everything," Cerulean responded. She picked up a quill that was on her desk, a white quill with feathers unmarred, yet to be dipped in ink and properly written with. It was probably from a great albatross. Very few dragons actually used quills to write. Claws here easier, for they allowed more control. She'd probably never use the quill other than for this enchantment. "I enchant this quill to fly down to Azure, Freakwave, and Spindrift's room and write on an empty scroll that we're meeting in the library."
The words for the spell came unnaturally easy to her, and she waited with abated breath for the quill to come to life and fly away much like the albatross it had come from.
Chrysocolla, too, waited in silence, looking like she wanted Cerulean to elaborate on her "everything" answer, but the maid's eyes were also fixed expectantly on the quill in Cerulean's talons, waiting to see the magic occur.
Nothing happened. The quill didn't even move in the slightest, its feathers only ruffled by Cerulean's exhale as she breathed.
"What's wrong?" asked the maid.
"I-i'm not sure either," Cerulean managed, a sinking feeling in her gut. Something seemed to stab at her head, piercing the numbness that had settled down onto her brain, a numbness she hadn't even noticed until now. Thoughts came rushing through her mind, and she was startled to realize that they were not her own. Flashes of blood and gleeful laughing, eerie rhyming and bone-chilling numbness settling over her wings like sand...great plans for a kingdom of blue dragons, a kingdom of dragons whom she absolutely despised...plotting, a writhing green dragon on the sand, and absolute chaos...
And then, from all this, came a sudden clear blissful moment. Blue surrounded her. She was soaring over mountaintops, and next to her flapped another dragon, red in color, looking at her as if she were the most beautiful thing on the planet.
A SkyWing, Cerulean realized, wondering what on earth she was doing with a SkyWing. Then she looked down to her talons and realized that she, too, was a SkyWing, and her feeling of shock at this realization was overcome by the pure joy rising inside of her, consuming her whole being. She had never felt this happy, not in all her life in the Sea Kingdom, waiting for the day when she'd claim the throne as her own...
But even as she soared through the night with this mysterious SkyWing, there was a feeling of underlying dread beating through her heart with every movement she made. Something dark trickled in the back of her mind, but she was pushing it away. She didn't want to think about the prophecy, the egg, or going home. Not yet. She wanted this one night to herself.
Because she was selfish.
She was always selfish.
And the unhatched dragonet was just another thing she needed in her selfish plan for her future.
"Cerulean, Cerulean!" someone was shaking her, dissolving the image of soaring over mountaintops from her mind. Cerulean blinked away the last of the star-scattered darkness and saw instead her room shadowed by night. Over her stood a very concerned looking Chrysocolla, who'd been the source of her shaking.
"Cerulean?" Chrysocolla said, quieter than before. Seeing that the princess was awake, the maid immediately amended her words to, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, what happened?" Cerulean pushed herself upright, off from the ground where she'd been laying. Apparently she'd fainted when those visions had cascaded into her brain.
"I don't know," Chrysocolla replied. "One moment you were upright, staring at the quill, waiting for it to do as you enchanted it to...and the next, you were down."
"The enchantment didn't work?" She felt hollow again. The numbness that had stopped momentarily had returned. Why was she feeling like this? Where was the Cerulean she was supposed to be? Where were her normal feelings of curiosity and interest and nervousness?
Why did she feel so...
"No, it didn't work," Chrysocolla said. "I don't know why. Everything you did with Storm and Archipelago and I worked. So I don't know why it didn't happen this time."
"I should try again," Cerulean said.
"No, no," the maid scolded, shaking her head. "I think you should rest. Perhaps call off the meeting. I can run down and tell Eddy and Wave of the happenings. You can meet up some other night and - "
"No, I'm going to go down," the princess said. She halted. Her voice...it sounded weird, distorted. It was too confident to be hers.
"Why? You're clearly not feeling well, Cer - " began Chrysocolla, and then halted when Cerulean turned around. "Oh my clams and currents. I mean, Your Majesty...of course you must go down if you feel like it's in your best interest. But...why?"
Cerulean didn't answer. She left her room, leaving Chrysocolla in the dark, looking at her talons and wondering what was wrong with her. Why hadn't the animus magic worked? Whose memories were those, that she'd just seen?
I'm going to live forever, some voice sang in her head. I've got a whole plan. I'll be immortal, the best queen any SeaWing's ever had.
And there was that SkyWing she'd seen in her dream, looking solemn. Spire, how can that be? You're a SkyWing, and besides, no dragon can live forever. It's just no logical, or reasonable, even for an animus dragon...
You just watch me, then, the other voice snapped back. I know what I'm doing. I know my limits, Brisk. Don't tell me what to do.
Just be careful, Spire. Because...I'm afraid of losing you.
I've already lost myself, Cerulean thought.
Author's Note: Agh. I'm so, so, so sorry about not updating for um...a week. Sure, let's say a week and ignore the truth. I'M SO SORRY. YOU GUYS ARE ALL AMAZING AND I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING UPDATING ALL MY FANFICTIONS SO...I'm a terrible person.
I just had a lot going on...which isn't a good excuse. I'm going to try to get another chapter out this week to make up for lack of any new posts.
Any ideas on what's going on? Who in all of Pyrrhia is Spire? I hope characters still managed to sound convincing...I had so much difficulty writing this chapter to my liking.
Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing...any feedback is much appreciated.
MysticFire101: Haha, glad you enjoyed the last update (AND SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAYED CHAPTER). Don't worry, I've got plenty of cliffhangers left in store...XD. Mwahaha. Well, I hope I still have my secret weapon the story so that you don't hate me for this impossibly late update. Urgh. I'm angry at myself. I hope the turn events were still shocking for you! Haha. Maybe Archipelago did, maybe he didn't...THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW. I think I am going to stick with Breeze for Cerulean's SkyWing identity. Spire is another character...You might be right about Cerulean...on a different note, YES, WE ARE ALL WARM AND FUZZY ON THE INSIDE.
Starflight: THAT'S A SCAVENGER THING.
Me: Wrong story, Starflight.
Starflight: What? No, this is Wings of Fire.
Me: Well, I tried.
(And no I'm not mad!) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
dragonwritergirl112: You know what I'm going to say...MWAHAHA. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
BrightMind: Okay, I won't apologize. I was going to say I'm sorry for apologizing but I think that defeats the whole purpose of not apologizing, so sorry. Oops. I did it again. I have a habit of saying sorry all the time. It's so bad. Anyway. Thank you! I'm glad you think so! I agree, animus magic is a very thin line to thread, and I'm doing my best not the tangle it all up and strangle the story in the process (sorry, I couldn't resist making string-based puns). I don't know if I'm going to explore the concept of bringing dragons back from the dead. I'm leaning more towards life. From Darkstalker, we know that magic can give a dragon immortality. So I'm looking more at that...And yes, I really appreciate your help! Haha, it's okay about Eddy. I almost forgot about him for a moment too, and then I was reading through earlier chapters and said, "Wait, Eddy disappeared. He is important to the story, so that can't happen." I'm going to try and give him more screen time, so that they'll have more conversations together.
Sorry about still not answering much of the questions. I'm really hoping I'll manage to nicely tie up this story. That's probably the biggest amount of pressure currently. I'm going to try to close off some of the more trivial questions soon, so that there's a bit less about them and so that I can focus on my two main things: Cerulean, Archipelago, and Eddy (okay, maybe three things, but maybe some of them are connected and part of the same thing). The fog thing I'm thinking I'll explain in a few chapters, when Cerulean and Orca talk about some things that happened with Tsunami and Cerulean asks what's up with Orca. *Waggles eyebrows* What an interesting theory about Archie and Turtle.
Thanks for reading and reviewing!
jadewolf334: Wow, I'm so glad you liked Tsunami's description! Also, glad you appreciated the Cerulean reference. I was looking through a list of Tsunami's brother, and then I saw Cerulean's name, and I thought, huh, that's why Cerulean sounds familiar and then I got bothered about Tsunami not mentioning him, so I worked it in. And then I realized that I could use something involving him too! But yes, I agree, it bugs me when a fanfiction uses a canon name but doesn't mention the real character, particularly when the canon characters would know the original one. Anyway. First of all: GLAD YOU LIKED THE ANSWERS! Then, I laugh evilly. Lots is happening, and will continue to happen. I hope with chapter wasn't too confusing, regarding Cerulean's magic and this new Spire character. I know where this is going; I'm praying to story gods that everything works out properly and that I can logically explain answers for all the questions. Yay! I'm glad you've liked the story, and even happier that you enjoyed the last chapter the most! Hopefully I will continue to write to your standards. Sorry for the late update, and also, I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT READING YOUR LAST CHAPTER OF CASCAVEL. I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
InsertNameHere (or the awesome Remained Unnamed): AAGGHHH! NO DON'T DIE I DON'T HAVE A FUNERAL PLANNED. I'm glad you're guest reviewing! It's always great to hear from you! ;)))))))))))))))))))). Thank you for the compliment - I knew you would say that because, you know, I'm psychic? Thank you. You too are a magical creature. Like, a unicorn or a phoenix. The fabulous WRETCHED! And it's okay if nobody else knows what you're talking about...hmm, yes indeed, how coincidental. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
Jaysong: Firstly, yay! I'm super excited to hear that! That's too bad about the Jaysong. That's really annoying when that happens, and really disappointing, too. Would you be okay using a different account? You could try to keep Jaysong in your username (because that's awesome) and then add various numbers/characters, so Jaysong1, or something similar to that? That is, if you still want a fanfiction account!
Secondly, I'm super glad that you liked this chapter! That's always so great to hear (and I'm glad you like the others, too!). Yup, OC appearances! Hmm...DID HE KILL SOMEBODY? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW! Actually, it probably will at some point, but I just need to kick my lazy self into gear and start writing chapters more efficiently. Ooh, a question! Excuse me while I go interview Orca for a response.
Me: Orca, are you lying about Archipelago?
Orca: Who are you.
Me: I am the author.
Orca: You should know this already then.
Me: Yes but...this did not go as planned.
I'm also super happy you found Tsunami's reaction realistic! I'm not sure about Darkstalker. Probably not, and random thoughts are okay. I come up with random theories all the time, regardless of stories or real life, if that made sense. And that's an interesting theory...no! I love to hear theories that you have! I like to see how the details/questions/answers I give feed into speculations! It actually makes me really thrilled (aah, Scarlet). Thank you for reading, reviewing, and speculating!
Pancake Unicorn: A chapter! Which I hoped you enjoyed! I hope this chapter continued the trend of 'more questions answered and new ones left unanswered.' Glad that this infuriating pattern draws you in! I think that was a compliment. I'm glad you like the other brother's names. I had Baltic's name planned, but needed to look up the other, and Cyclone is Jaysong's OC. That's an interesting speculation you have about Archipelago, and maybe you're right...I'm glad that you liked the last chapter! Thank you for reading and reviewing!
PIEisPOSSIBLE6421: PIE IS POSSIBLE! AGHHHH I'M SO HAPPY YOU GOT AN ACCOUNT. MWAHAHA SUSPENSE IS MY MIDDLE NAME (JUST KIDDING). And about updating fast...I kinda failed at that. I am, indeed, seeing a review sent by your username, and I'm thrilled about you getting an account! Congrats, awesome! Haha, I'm glad you found the chapter amazing! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Thepicduck: Indeed, and I appreciate that! But random things are funny sometimes when reviewing...and I failed at your suggestion. I just felt bad because it took me, like, an entire month to update, and I wanted to respond to stuff...I'll try to shorten things up next chapter and if I don't, please yell at me - or caps lock at me. I will do so. Harambe. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Also, thank you to Cascade of Raining Ice and Pondfrost for all their time reading and editing this chapter! I REALLY APPRECIATE THE BOTH OF YOU!