This chapter tried to turn gory at one point. I reminded myself to keep it toned down a bit... Then there comes a bit I think some of you will enjoy.

Poll numbers stand...

Hey, guess what? It's getting close to Christmas. Why should you care? Because I'm gonna let you guys request a fic. Something along the lines of "It's not part of the main Fairy Tales story line, but it's related." If you want an example, the first request placed is for Yuri and Letha to get into a bar fight. Hmm, if I actually get swamped by too many requests, I might not be able to write them all. I'd try to get to them, but you know... Go ahead, ask no matter how crazy it is, if you want to see it. There will be limits, (NO PRN! *Letha flushes and leaves the room quickly*) but I trust you guys.

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Chapter 24: Dare to Dance With Me?

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The nagging fear that Gibbs was right behind me and would catch me if I stopped kept me going for awhile. Using a technique for maintaining a relatively straight line (I read it in a book, involves paying close attention to two points ahead of you) I tried going in the direction we'd approached the shack from. It was possible the assassin-kidnappers had come to the shack from an indirect route, but worrying about that wouldn't do me any good.

Eventually I decided that I'd put enough distance behind me, and even if they were following I wouldn't be able to fight them off if I was dropping of exhaustion. But I groaned when I realized that sleeping on the ground would leave me too exposed to pursuers and monsters both.

So here I am, trying to sleep while balancing on a tree branch, praying I don't fall off and break my neck. Well, I'm used to trying not to move in my sleep when I'm on camping trips. And based on my reactions to nearly dozing off in class, hopefully my body would notice and I'd wake up first?

You Red-eyes suck! I'm gonna get revenge for this!

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"She sounds like a guy." Haha, I remember this... My oldest brother was passing through the room while I was playing Grandia.

"It is a guy."

"...He looks like a girl."

"Anime's like that sometimes."

"..." Ha, this was before either of my brothers became mildly interested in anime... It was to be a recurring conversation.

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"Mom?" Lying on my stomach, on the couch.

"Don't mind me, just keep watching your show!"

"...I'm getting new clothes for Christmas, aren't I?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You just checked the tag on my pants, while I was wearing them."

"You'll just have to wait and see." I was actually looking forward to it, Mom had a good eye.

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"Hey, can I ask something?"

"What?"

"Well, since you're gonna be gone for a while, I wanted to make a painting for you to take... You know, just as a piece of home or something... Is there anything you'd like?" Oh, my second older brother, about to transfer to study in Japan for a year...

"Huh. Well, if you made it, then as long as it's aesthetically appealing I'll like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I considered painting a bottle of Pepsi Blue." Inside joke with my big bros.

"Heh!"

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"Ugh, the kitchen floor must be terrible without me at home to wash it..."

"Actually, we hired a maid to do it."

"What?"

"Yes, a Spanish maid named Maria."

"What?" How does dad say this stuff with a straight poker face?

"I bought a mop."

"WHAT? REALLY?" The world was coming to an end! First a snowblower, then a mop?

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"Why won't it work..."

"What's wrong?" My best friend, she spends a lot of time at my house during breaks. My whole family loves her, she's great entertainment.

"I'm working on a commission for mom, she wanted me to paint a still life for her. But I can't get the blue mug right..."

"Want me to try mixing the color for you?"

"YES PLEASE!"

"...dang, still not right. Hey, why don't I just let you borrow some of my paints?"

"Really? That would help so much!"

"If I asked, would you do a commission for me too?"

"Alright, just let me know when you think of something you'd like me to paint." That brat, the still life she came up with was full of things she knew I had trouble with. But it turned out to be one of my best pieces.

Eh? My eyes were wet... I had been drifting in and out of sleep all night long. Since I'd spent so much time reflecting while prisoner, it seemed a lot of memories had come up to the surface of my subconscious.

I always knew I was lucky, my family life was never full of the drama that made my classmates swear they couldn't wait to get out and live on their own. It was ironic that the false life I'd built here made me into an orphan with a mysterious past. Almost like I was an entirely different person!

Another flash of memory. During a trip my family stopped at a restaurant for lunch. When we came out there was a parade passing by, and candy was being thrown every where. By the time it had passed by, my brothers and I each had filled our plastic travel cups to the brims with brightly colored sweets.

"Ah, I forgot about that..." I smiled slightly. Funny that even while my memory seemed to be falling apart, I was suddenly pulling up these small but nice memories out of nowhere.

CRACK

Oh shizz... I froze, clutching my stolen sword tighter in one hand, and slowly leaned a bit so I could look down at the ground. Monster, man, or animated plant?

Ugh, it was a Red-eyes. I'll just stay here... "Don't move, maybe he doesn't see us..." I kept my breathing shallow and kept as still as possible. What's that cheesy anime line? Erase your presence? Fuck do you do that? I'm naturally unnoticeable even when I'm not trying, how the heck have I managed that?

Meanwhile, the assassin was stealthily sneaking around the base of the tree. Except for, you know, stepping on the branch that snapped and alerted me earlier. Smooth, man. So what do I do? Get the jump on him before he realizes I'm here? It would probably be better to let him keep going and hope he passes by...but if he realizes I'm here then I'll lose the advantage I have now.

Ah! Another realization. I knock him out or kill him, he doesn't report, and then the others figure out that this is the right direction. Snaaap.

And then proof that the universe (or is it the multiverse, since I was proof of dimensional travel?) had a really fucked up sense of humor.

My stomach growled. Loudly.

And the Red-eyes looked up and spotted me.

Gyaah! It's the Cosmic Conspiracy that plagued me all through high school! There were only two clubs I was interested in, Art and Fencing. And every year they were scheduled for the same days, even if they changed their meeting times from the previous year! I tried to split my time between them, until I was semi-forced into the role of Art Club president with only one reliable helper...

A train of thought which totally wasn't helping me deal with the Red-eyes who was shouting for his comrades to join him. Damn you, Thin Man! The rest of them arrived in a matter of moments.

So I was a treed fox with hounds circling the base. Goddammit, and the soundtrack of my life (the back of my mind) was playing "Fifteen Birds," a song from a scene in The Hobbit where Bilbo and the Dwarves are treed and have goblins and wolves snapping at their heels.

"Shit, you guys, girls don't like men who are too persistent!" I griped at them.

One of them actually went, "Really? Is that why Claire's avoiding me?" Then there was a smacking noise, probably Gibbs hitting him.

"Yeah, man, totally. Chasing too hard is a turn off," I told them as a group. Couldn't tell which one was the one with girlfriend problems, I couldn't see them all clearly. "A girl needs some space, but if you back off too much she'll think you lost interest."

"What! How am I supposed to know?" Another smack. Lay off, Gibbs, this man needs help!

"Can't say. Every relationship is unique. You just have to try and read the mood so you know when not to push it."

"Enough!" Gibbs barked. Then he glared up at me. "Get down and surrender at once, and we won't punish you as severely."

"'As severely'? Shit no, I don't wanna be punished at all!" Fuel to the flames. "Let me go already!"

"Orders are orders! Get her down here, now!"

And two of the Red-eyes started climbing the tree. "Shit!" I kicked at the face of the first one to get close to me, but that left me open for the other one to grab my leg. "Leggo! Pervert!" I tried shaking him off, but the devil wouldn't let go. Aikido! Why have you no solution for this? I can't do anything without being solidly on the ground!

There was a whirring noise, and slightly sickening thump that made us all pause. On the ground, one of the Red-eyes stared at a crimson fletched arrow in his chest before falling over dead. I recovered first, kicking my leg free and the Red-eyes out of the tree before jumping out myself. Birdman ended up being the human cushion that broke my fall (that was on purpose!), and while he groaned on the ground I leaped up and charged the remaining assassins with my sword.

I charged the one I'd fought before, who had replaces his broken weapons with my daggers. If I was going to fight with an unfamiliar weapon, I'd take on the person with a similar handicap! Though shit, another arrow flew past my ear and apparently hit someone behind me!

My sword was heavier than I was used to, and felt clumsy in my two handed grip. Crap, I'm used to fencing foils and my dao. In comparison this weapon was a crude Neanderthal's tool. Still, I had the advantage of reach over the other guy.

He tried to block a swing of my sword, but the daggers were knocked aside. I let the momentum of my swing continue, drawing a loop in the air with the blade's tip, and brought it back across to slash his chest. Blood sprayed from the cut, and he stumbled back with his hands pressing against his wound. "Ergh!"

I felt sick to my stomach, but grimly swooped down to snatch up my daggers again.

"Climhazzard!" I heard a male voice yell, followed by a scream from the Big guy. WHAT? Is Cloud Strife my rescuer? Not really thinking straight, I spun to see what was happening. It wasn't the hero of Final Fantasy VII, but Chase swinging his claymore around like it weighed nothing.

"Ch-Chase!" Really? What are the chances that someone I know would save me just in time? By now Birdman had recovered from our abrupt reunion, and was approaching me with a snarl.

"I'll clip your wings, little bird!"

Something might have snapped in my head. I would almost bet that there was an audible "twang." "WHAT IS WITH YOUR FIXATION WITH FOWL, YOU SADISTIC PIECE OF BAT GUANO?" I screamed as I rushed him. "Double Star Stoke!" I swung aer through both daggers, producing two smaller versions of Estelle's Star Stroke attack that hit him from different angles.

"Shit! You'll pay for that!"

"Letha, look out!" Damn that human reaction that makes you turn and look stupidly when someone says "look out." Gibbs had rushed me from a blind spot and slashed across my back. I screamed in pain. Chase swore and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me out of reach of the Red-eyes commander and placing himself in front of me protectively.

Dammit, I am not a damsel that needs rescuing! Blinking pained tears out of my eyes, I saw the body of the Big guy lying not too far away, my dao still in his hand. Sheathing my right hand dagger, I lurched forward and scooped it up. Crazy time!

I swung around and held out my blades out dramatically, inviting attention. "Hey ya bastards! Come dance with the devil!" Whatever had snapped earlier must have been my good sense. Then I rushed them again, "Say goodbye~! As we dance with the devil tonight~! Don't you dare look at him in the eye~! As we dance with the devil tonight~!" Having a crazed girl half singing, half chanting lyrics from another world as she makes a suicidal rush at you would make most anyone pause for a moment, to go "WTF" if nothing else.

Spinning around and slashing wildly, my attacks were sloppy but hard to predict. Gibbs managed to block the ones that came his way, but even he took a step back. I laughed and sang another verse, "I believe in you~ I can show you that, I can see right through~ All your empty lies~ I won't last long~ In this world so wrong~!" Birdman got too close and took a long slash across his right cheek and the bridge of his nose.

Eventually I had to stop, too dizzy to keep spinning and jumping around without falling over. Panting, I realized the fight had taken too much of a toll on my body because of my already weakened state. It was all I could do to stay standing. Shit, I think I even twisted my ankle slightly. The Red-eyes could tell I was at the end of my rope, and the ones that weren't wounded too badly (like No Weapons and Mr. Shy with an arrow in his leg) or permanently down for the count (Thin Man with an arrow through the heart and Big guy) started closing in again.

The one who had no other name than The One Who Usually Fed Me stopped and threw a few gels at Mr. Shy, who was apparently giving himself some quick old fashioned first aid (not the arte) to deal with his leg wound. Soon he'd be back in the fight again. Dammit, why won't this end?

Chase clapped a hand on my shoulder, leaning in close and whispering, "Shut your eyes." I obeyed, having just enough time to see him throw something at the Red-eyes' feet. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that everything lit up with a bright flash, the back of my eyelids flaring red. At the same time, Chase swept me up off my feet (GYAH! BRIDAL STYLE, NOOO!) and ran off with me.

Man was like a freakin' deer, leaping over anything in our way without even stumbling on anything. Track teams would kill for someone like him. Finally he slowed and stopped, setting me down on the ground again. My left foot gave out under me, so I sat down heavily.

"Dammit, warn me before you do that," I gasped. "Carrying me like that, it's practically like we eloped or something." Bad choice of words, I was blushing.

He laughed, a bit out of breath. Good, he's human after all. "Sorry, but I didn't think it would go well for us if we took any longer. I was already pretty beat from just looking for you. And you're heavier than you look!" Too tired to throw something at him. I'm not fat, I just look thinner because of my choice of clothes! Don't you go asking if I'm bulimic like those girls did! No joke.

I blinked as the rest of what he said sank in. "Looking for me? You were?"

Chase nodded, and blew some of his hair out of his eyes. "Yeah, your friends have been asking around about you since a few days ago. Even got people from both the guilds and the knights helping with the search." He winked. "You've got quite some impressive connections, don'tcha?"

I ducked my head to hide my expression. I was sure that had made me blush again. Hearing that the others were trying so hard to find me made me feel cared for, touched, and relieved. And scared, 'cause who know what they'd do once they found me. Or what they had done while looking for me. "I've gotta get back then. Let them know I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere."

Looking back up at him, I asked, "Um, where are we anyway? I kinda lost track at some point."

"We're in the woods west of Dahngrest. Pretty much nothing out this way either." The brunet swordsman looked like he was doing calculations in his head. "We shouldn't be too far away, a few hours walk maybe. But we should get going before those guys catch up again. A bit further and we'll be within range of patrols. Then they won't dare to attack with the injuries they have now."

He removed the giant sheathed claymore from his back and propped it against a tree. While I wondered what he was up to when he'd just said we couldn't stick around, he walked up to me, turned around, and knelt on the ground in front of me. "Hop on."

"Whuh?" I took a moment to process this. "A piggy back ride?"

"You hurt your foot earlier, right? So it'll be better for you, and probably faster, to go like this." Logic, how dare you betray me. Reluctantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me onto his back. Woah, I think he might be a bit taller than Yuri...

"Your hands better not wander, mister."

"Yes, milady Black Widow."

"I could choke you to death right now you know."

"But then milady wouldn't have her carriage ride home." I squeezed my arms. "I give! I give!" He carried me over to where he'd left his claymore, which I somehow managed to arrange on my own back. Its weight made my wounded back ache and sting terribly. "Jeez. I feel like a damn pack horse, with all these weapons and bags hanging off me." Yeah, I still had my own bag, even after that fight.

"Which category do I fall under?"

"...Human weapon. Of mass destruction."

"Ha ha... I think that's exaggerating it a bit..."

"Not really. Dahngrest nearly got torn apart by people looking for you."

Shiiit. "It wasn't my fault!"

"'S cool. People are more pissed off at the Blood Alliance and some council guy from the empire than you." Oh, chance for information!

"So what happened? I've been out of the loop for three days."

"Mm, I don't know all the details. Before I joined the effort to look for you I was pretty busy helping with repairs from the war."

"WHAT?" Didn't Flynn make it in time?

"Well, even once that knight showed up, yelling something about a letter, there were some people who just wouldn't let it all go. Hot heads that didn't want to lose their excuse for a fight with the group they hate most. So rather than a war, it was more like multiple brawls breaking out all over the place. I've also heard rumors that a large man was seen flying in the sky with a strange blastia-" ...Barbos and his chainsaw? "-and followed by two people riding a monster." Yuri and Judith.

"Wow. So what happened with the fights?" So things didn't go as smoothly as the game would have it.

"Well the Don managed to knock some sense into their heads before they caused too much damage to public property," Why was there fighting in the streets? Shouldn't this have happened out on an open field or something? "And that blond knight did a pretty good job getting the empire's trouble makers back under control. Leader material, that one."

He sighed, and hiked me up a bit higher on his back. I gave a startled squeak, and then thumped the side of his head lightly when he laughed. "Anyway, it seems the ruckus was all caused by Barbos and some old geezer from the empire. Seems they wanted to use the trouble to snatch more power for themselves. Barbos got himself killed and the geezer was put to trial. Bastard only got demoted though." I could almost hear his scowl. Amazing. "Funny thing, though. The next day the old bastard was missing. Good riddance." Yay, Yuri~! I'll worry and bemoan the ethics later.

"I heard your friends asking around town about you the day after the fights. And search parties began looking out past the barriers yesterday."

"Oh man, I can't believe it became such a big deal." We fell silent after that. I began to think back over the events of the day. Those arrows...they each had red fletching...but they seemed too long for Chase's crossbow? But who else could have shot them? "Hey, this might seem out of nowhere, but have you been to Caer Bocram at all recently?"

"Hmm? Can't say that I have. Why?"

"No reason..." Come to think of it, I couldn't even tell where he keeps his arrows. And the ones he'd used back in Dahngrest were definitely different. "What about that move, you called it Climhazzard?" I hadn't actually seen him use it, just Big guy's hacked up body. Still.

"You wanna learn it?"

"No, that's not what I meant..." I decided to drop it. What could I ask, "Did you name it after a move from an Earth video game?" Yeah, great idea.

"Hey, you'll be glad to know that your ban from the Arcturus inn was repealed."

"Really? Why'd they do that?"

"Some sketchy lookin' guy in a purple coat showed up. He told them the Don said to 'pull their heads out of their asses.' Lucky for me, that was just after they'd found out that I'd been involved and were about to throw me out."

"Lady Luck smiles upon us..." As if mocking my words, the tattoo on my left hand began to grow warm under the glove. I went rigid on Chase's back.

"Something wrong? Is your injury hurting?" Yes, but I'd been managing to ignore it...

"Nothing, just thought I heard something..." I forced myself to relax. Now really isn't the time. Even if an heirloom piece is nearby, Chase and I are too banged up to take any detours. And even if I asked him to go that way, what I would I say if he asked why? I'll have to just leave it for now...

Another long stretch of silence. Eventually the warmth faded from my hand again. How long had we been walking? It was weird to have someone carry me. Actually, I couldn't remember ever having a piggy back ride in my life. The closest thing was when I jumped up to hug my dad's neck from behind, and then he'd always try to lean forward to lift me off the ground. Though my feet never left ground and I would probably let him go if I thought they were about to. Dad's knees had always been bad.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I also have a message from your Uncle." I blinked, and suddenly realized he meant Ludwig. I'd really been concentrating on my real family lately... "Umm, it's in the upper right pocket of my coat."

"...Are you telling me to feel around in your coat to find it?"

"...Why do I feel like I shouldn't answer this?"

I snorted, and carefully pointed at a pocket on his right chest. "This one?"

"Yeah, that's the one." I slipped my hand in and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "What the...it looks like someone used this as a coaster for a drink!"

"Um, sorry, I thought it was something else at the time."

"Jeez, how long have you been carrying this?"

"I was going to give it to you last time, but then you and that guy side tracked me!"

"Excuses." I unfolded the paper and held it up so I could read it over his shoulder.

Dear Letha,

You are not to marry the young man that delivers this letter.

I laughed so hard I think the wound on my back started bleeding again. Chase was apparently reading too, because he was grumbling something about the child being blamed for the sins of the parent.

As you said in your letter, I really have no way of knowing where to send this so that it may reach you. However, it seems young Chase has work that requires him to travel and so I write in the hopes that he may have the chance to pass this on.

The house has felt too quiet since you've left. I find myself planning lessons on fighting more efficiently, only to realize my student is gone. I'd been considering the wisdom of leaving for my own journey, and your letter was the deciding factor. Rotting alone and useless is unlike me, Sophia would surely scold me for it.

Perhaps our paths will cross during our travels. I would like to hear about the friends you've made, and if possible meet the people who are looking after my dear niece.

Wishing for your continued health,

Ludwig

"Guy always sounds real formal, doesn't he?" Chase commented.

"Yeah, but he lightens up a bit when you act childish around him." Though the letter had sounded a bit too stiff for something you'd send to someone you'd supposedly raised. I sighed and slumped against Chase's back, the letter crumpling in my hand. He made a slight noise in his throat, which he tried to cover up as a cough.

...Too bad for you, I'm not stacked like Judith is. My eyes were sliding closed. Ugh, that's it, I can't hold on any longer. The letter slipped and fell from my limp hand.

"Oi, Letha?" Chase's voice seemed distant as I drifted off, feeling safe for the first time in days. "Oh come on..."

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"Wakey, wakey!"

"That's not enough to wake her up, old man."

"But she woke up when I tried to carry her!"

"She's had it rough, I doubt she'll be coming around anytime soon."

"She looks terrible! What happened to her?" There was a slight ringing sound. Ohh, my back feels warm...

"I dunno, but she was in a tree, shouting insults at some Red-eyes when I found her. And giving some guy relationship advice."

"Now ya gotta be pullin' my leg."

"With her, it's possible."

"Mmm," I wrapped my arms tighter around my pillow. It wasn't as soft as usual.

"Gyack! Can't breath!"

"Just how close are you two?"

"Too close right now! Get 'er off!" Hands took a firm hold of me, and pulled me away from my warm bed. I made a displeased noise and tried to hold onto my pillow tighter. "GYACK!" Now more hands made me let go. Why were people being so mean?

I yawned and cracked my eyes open. Yuri was looking down at me, smirking as if he'd just seen something funny.

"Whaddaya wan'?" I yawned again.

"I honestly can't think of what to say right now," he told me. I blinked a few times, and finally it dawned on me that Yuri wasn't just looking down on me, he was holding me. Turning my head, I saw Chase rubbing his neck, Estelle hovering in a concerned do-I-need-to-heal-someone way, Karol and Rita craning their necks to see if I'd woken up, and Raven with a knowing and somewhat perverted grin plastered across his face.

They'd all just seen me carried in on Chase's back. "..." And hugging him in my sleep. ". . ." And now being held by YURI. ". . ." I looked back up at him. "I've got no words for the present situation either."

He dropped me. I generously forgave him, as he was probably holding back a dam of joyous emotions that could only be expressed in song and dance.

Fuck I needed more sleep.

Since landing on the ground didn't hurt as much as I would have expected, I figured out that Estelle must have already healed my back. Such a dear. She rushed forward to help me sit up again, and steadied me when I discovered a bout of vertigo waiting for me. "Ugh..."

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"We found the pieces of a Red-eyes broken knives in an alley, so did they have something to do with your latest vanishing act?"

"Nnngh, yeah. Turned out there were more than one of those guys. The others got the drop on me and knocked me out. They'd already carried me off to the middle of nowhere by the time I woke up and kept me under guard the whole time. Umm, they kept me in this shack that looked like it was used for storage, and mentioned something about a green haired woman hiring them to kidnap me." There were a lot of raised eyebrows at that. Chase grunted a bit, but maybe he was trying to make sure his throat was still working properly.

"...Maybe it's actually Letha who's cursed," Estelle eventually suggested. If it were an anime, I would have sweatdropped.

Karol stroked his chin, "She is the one with a mysterious mark on her hand." I could almost swear Raven's ears twitched at that. Or my overactive imagination was over reacting. Too worn out to read people...

"She does get in more trouble than the normal idiot could," Rita threw in.

"Hey, from what I've heard, you people had problems before I joined. Stick with blaming the real cause, Mister Lowell."

"Hey, come on! It's not like all this is normal for me either! I was a regular guy in the Lower Quarter."

"I doubt that." I stood up, nearly launching myself into a forward roll, but managed to keep my feet and balance. "Somebody, get me to a bed!"

"Ooh, wanna share mine?" Raven asked.

I blinked, wondering how I'd missed that leading phrase. "Sorry, I'd steal all the blankets and kick you onto the floor."

"Alright then, let's go back to the inn," Yuri decided, and they all ushered me back into the city. Oh yeah, seemed the whole time we'd been standing just outside the gates. "How'd you get away from the Red-eyes? Chase said you were in a tree when he found you."

"Ah, well my friends, it's an epic saga of three full days of being bored to tears, followed by a resourceful use of available means to make my daring escape!"

"Which means?"

"I sat in a corner for three days, then someone broke a lamp and I used a piece of glass to cut my ropes when they were sleeping."

"Guess that's what they get for sleepin' on the job. So hard to find good help these days," Raven sighed.

I heaved a sigh of my own. "I have a bad feeling I might see some of them again someday. They seemed like the types to hold grudges." Blinked. And again. "When I wake up again, can someone give me some real food?"

"...To celebrate your return, we'll have Flynn cook you something." DAMN YOU YURI LOWELL!

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Oh bejeebus, it's dawn. I just couldn't stop writing. So many funny things happening, because I'm in a funny needs sleep frame of mind. A lot of stuff just happened as I was writing, so this chapter didn't go as far into events as I thought. I think it was worth it though.

Yuri's gonna have Flynn cook for Letha...his revenge for making everyone worry is scary...

Oh, and I bet I added to the apparently growing YurixLetha fanbase. Some people will see that scene's similarity to the PS3 scene with Patty. NOT INTENTIONAL, IT JUST HAPPENED. I was looking at the screen, wondering, "Where will this go?" And then he DROPPED her. And then I remembered Patty.

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