Hello, everyone! Here is the next chapter.

First off, I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and Cyber Monday. So many special days, and we are on the verge of another holiday season.

To explain a bit about this chapter, this is another 'exposition' chapter. However, it will set up a Riding Duel for the next chapter.

Yes, I know that's spoiling what is to come next, but I figured I should let you know when the next big Duel will take place. In the meantime, I feel I should try to get some more character development in place. Some of the side characters I have written about, or that are in the series, could be expanded on (in my opinion).

On that note, this chapter contains two characters created by 'Myddraal'. All credit for these characters goes to them.

Now for the Japanese-to-English names in this chapter:

Takuya = Taka

Jun - John

DISCLAIMER: The author does not own 'Yugioh!' or 'Android: Netrunner' (Konami and Fantasy Flight Games do, respectively). The author owns their OC, and other custom content from this story.

Onward to the Chapter.

I slowly come to. My senses slowly turn on, one after another. I first smell the blandness of the air, and not the choking smog of Satellite's streets. I then feel my back lie on top of a soft surface; not as soft as other surfaces I've lied down on, but soft enough to be comfortable. I pick up the sound of footsteps quickly passing by, the noises muted slightly as they reach my ears. My mouth tastes bland, as if I ate something that is disagreeing with my digestive system.

Finally, I open my eyes. Above me is a plain wooden ceiling with a coat of tan paint. I try to sit up, and my limbs move like rusted joints on a machine. When I get upright, I take a look at where I am now. Light comes from a desk lamp close to my left, which is plugged into an outlet farther along the wall. I lie on top of a single white mattress, with a white covering on top of the sheets. The room has no windows, and a wooden door on the opposite corner to my bed. The floor consists of several long wooden boards lined up against each other, and nailed in place.

I raise a hand to my face to feel for my custom glasses. They aren't there. I look to the desk-lamp, and see them on the same desk as the lamp. That's a relief: the Superiors would probably have killed me if I lost another of their devices while on this assignment. Then again, I don't really have a choice as to when I can fall unconscious.

How much time have I lost because of that happening? These sudden visions, and fainting spells, are getting quite annoying. My body may get a lot of chances to rest up while my mind is elsewhere, but I also lose hours of time, if not more, with each one. The visions may be important, but I would prefer to figure out the information on my own, thank you very much.

Wait, who am I talking to?

The door clicks open. I automatically reach for my glasses, but don't get to them before the woman from earlier – Martha – steps in. She holds a plastic tray in her hands, and the tray supports a small metal bowl. Steam rises from the bowl, and my stomach growls when I smell the aroma of warm food.

I almost don't hear Martha ask, "Are you feeling better?" against my sudden hunger. I manage to nod to her as my fingers finally get a grip on my glasses.

"I've made some soup," she says as she carefully places the tray on my lap. "You need your energy."

I manage to reply, "Thank you, Martha," as I pull my glasses to me. I twist my upper body carefully, so I don't dislodge the tray or its contents. The tray doesn't feel hot against me, even though the soup in the bowl is steaming hot.

"It's nothing," she insists. "You just surprised me by falling unconscious like that on the doorstep."

'Surprises like that have been happening far too often, recently.'

There's a wooden spoon in the soup bowl, so I take a sip of the provided food. It looks red, and I quickly taste tomato, so this must be tomato soup. It's good soup, too, and I take a few more sips in quick succession. It doesn't burn my mouth, and I bask in the rich taste for a moment.

"You know," Martha states as I sip another spoonful of the warm broth, "I had expected the 'Netrunner' to be a bit more muscular."

I nearly spit out my soup in response, and look fearfully at Martha's smiling face. Tens of reasons as to how she would know who I am rush through my brain. I give a hard swallow to send the soup down my esophagus before it burns my tongue, and look down at the soup bowl. My surprise quickly turns to an acceptance of the situation.

"No point hiding it, I suppose," I state, as much to myself as to Martha. I raise my head back up and look at her before I ask, "How did you find out?"

"The television," she answers, "how else? Satellite has access to basic technology, even if it's not as advanced as Neo Domino. I was especially interested in the recent Fortune Cup when I heard an old friend of mine would be participating."

An 'old friend'? Who would that be, I wonder? Who in the tournament has connections to this orphanage in Satellite?

"So, everyone here knows about me?" Fear of being exposed to the wrong people in Satellite laces itself into my words.

"You're not in danger here," Martha quickly clarifies. "The children enjoyed the Fortune Cup as an event, and they all had their own fans. Some like Jack Atlas, and most liked Yusei Fudo. Although…"

Martha pauses as she raises a hand to her chin. She thinks about something for a few seconds, and then looks back to me with that amused crinkle on her face.

"…I think one of the children here has really taken a liking to you. But," she then jokes, "you'll have to find that out for yourself."

"I have an admirer?" I say that out loud to convince myself it is true. "And, it's a child?"

[This is not surprising. Children form a large percentage of admirers for famous people, attractions, and products.]

'Do children admire the Collective for what it does? Would they even understand what the Collective's goals would mean for them?'

[The Collective's goals will benefit everyone, if they succeed.]

"Oh," Martha suddenly says, "I've asked about those devices you showed me. I have them, here."

She pauses as she draws two items from a pocket on the side of her apron. When she opens her hand, I see they are the two headphone-shape machines the Superiors told me to look for. Looks like the tracking-watch worked as it intended. Not that I had any doubt, of course.

"Two of my boys, Takuya and Jun, were hiding them in their rooms," she explains as I take the devices from her, and slip them into a coat pocket. "I took them so that you didn't need to confront the boys yourself. They would probably spin the story into some dramatic tale, if you asked them."

I'm not sure whether to be glad, or upset, by that. I don't know how those boys found the devices, or what 'dramatic' tale they would create. What sort of drama goes on in Satellite that can be made into a good story? The biggest thing I remember about Satellite is how the poverty and destruction made everyone cautious about outsiders, and having to fend for themselves.

I don't think that is what Martha means, but I can't prove it for sure unless I speak to those children. Who knows what they've heard about me, and my current condition? Do I risk talking with them, and possibly making things worse for me?

"When you are ready," Martha says through my internal debate, "come downstairs to the dining room. Someone is here to see you."

That last bit snaps me out of my thoughts. I quickly ask her, "Do you know them?"

She gives an odd smile, and a nod, in response. Her eyelids crinkle like she is holding back an amused laugh. That doesn't make me feel better, but it kind of answers my question; she probably knows them, and wants to see my reaction to meeting them. Does that mean I should know them, too?

[Reactions of this sort usually have hidden intentions,] my guidance implant answers for me. [It is possible that you should know this person, but have forgotten them due to recent events.]

Oh, sure, 'recent events'. I almost roll my eyes at my implant's word choice, since I have had so many 'recent events' that have caused me to forget, or change, parts of my life. I finish the soup quickly, and place the tray and bowl on the bed. Someone else can come to take it, and I don't want to break it while heading downstairs.

I slip my glasses on before I open the door. I step into a long wooden hallway with several other doors like this one. They probably lead into rooms like this one, too. How many other people live here, exactly, that Martha can take care of them all? She seems kind enough, but I think I should meet these children firsthand to get the best impression.

[This seems unnecessary,] my implant states, providing its own opinion for once. [Unless 'Takuya' and 'Jun' can provide information as to Agents Chaos Theory and Quetzal's whereabouts, then they have no further use to you.]

'I'll be the judge of that.' I mentally reply as I put my custom glasses into one of my coat pockets, instead of over my eyes. 'That, among other things.'

I stop short as one of the doors on my right cracks open before I pass it by. A pair of bright blue eyes peeks out from the gap between the door and the frame. I hear a small gasp when the eyes look directly at me. I hold the eyes in my view, and they glitter like two stars. Then, the door closes again, the moment over.

I continue my walk down the hall with a tense rumble of my gut. That might be from the soup, but I think fear, and confusion, are bigger reasons. If a child is curious about me, what does that mean for the rest of Satellite?

I come down the stairs to a large dining room, with the front door at one end. Martha stands by the front door as she adjusts a few pictures mounted on top of a brick fireplace. I take the moment to look around. There isn't much detail in what I see, but my implant still tries to find as much as possible.

Two large windows are on separate walls, each one paneled with metal bars. A thin fog shrouds the outside world in a layer of gray, but not enough to block my sight. The floor here is the same wood as the room upstairs. Dishes rest inside small alcoves and windowed spaces of a wooden cabinet that stands next to the fireplace. The center of the room is occupied by a rectangular wood table. Eight wood chairs are placed around the table, and a man sits in one of them.

I stop before I come to the bottom of the stairs, and the man looks up at me. I know this man, from somewhere. He has round-rimmed glasses in front of his golden eyes, and his black trenchcoat seems a bit too large for his body. I remember talking with someone like him, in the Fortune Cup. But, his name takes a few seconds to come out of my mouth, in the form of a question.

"Michael Z. Palus?"

The man's face brightens, and he grins widely. So, I was right with my assumption.

"You do remember me!" Michael jumps up from the chair as he says this. He then quickly walks over to me and grabs my rights hand in a firm grip.

"Great to see you, Netrunner," he says as he pulls my hand up and down with gust, "great to see you! I didn't think you were the real deal at first, with all the wild and crazy things going on in Neo Domino." He then looks to Martha before he confidently states, "This means I win our bet, Martha!"

I look to the orphanage owner as she calmly replies, "I guess so." She keeps her smile as I let out a confused hum.

"He came a short while ago," she explains to me, "and almost instantly knew it was you when I told him what happened. I didn't know you two knew each other so well. Of course," she adds while her smile turns into a smirk, "you both have changed so much since the Fortune Cup."

So, Michael is the 'old friend' Martha mentioned? When did he live in Satellite, or come to this orphanage? I thought he was a D-Wheel mechanic in Neo Domino; that's what he told me at the Fortune Cup.

"That's true," Michael admits as he breaks our handshake. "But, when you told me about him, I knew it had to be the Netrunner." He turns back to me, still wearing his grin, as he comments, "No one else I know of is so tech-savvy, and long-winded with his explanations."

I give a slow, "Right…" to that, not sure whether to be insulted or thankful. I then try to change topics with a question for Michael: "What are you doing in Satellite, anyway?"

"Oh, Michael has worked in Satellite for years," Martha answers for the mechanic. "Every time he comes over from the City, now, he gives me and the kids a visit. He always has some invention, or story, to tell the young ones, too."

"You don't need to say that, Martha," Michael says as I see him blush a bit. "It doesn't mean much, honest."

"It means a lot to me!" she shoots back with her hands on her hips. "My children deserve all the happiness they can get, no matter who can provide it."

"I hope my arrival didn't ruin their happiness, then," I imply as I force myself to look Martha in the eyes. "I don't look exactly… normal."

"None of them saw you, save Aimi when she answered the door." She pauses, and then begins, "If you want to introduce yourself…"

"Maybe later," I cut her off with a hard swallow. I then turn to Michael with the words, "I have a message for you from Arias X. Palus."

"Oh?" Miachel's eyes harden at the name, and he loses a lot of his happy state. Not completely, though.

"He spoke to me before I came here from the City," I explain. "He says you are always welcome back home."

"I see." Michael says, in complete monotone. The sharp change from his prior mirth is striking, and it dampens my own satisfaction of completing this minor quest.

My satisfaction then shatters completely as my guidance implant pops in with a notification: [Warning: D-Wheel rapidly approaching this location.]

I blink at this message, and then hear a high-pitched whine through the walls. I quickly categorize it as a D-Wheel engine, or a very angry creature about to attack. The first option sounds better.

"Someone's coming," I say as I turn to the front door. "I think its trouble."

The whine gets louder, and louder, with each second. Michael and Martha now notice it, too, and turn their eyes to the front door. The noise quickly deepens before it gets to a piercing level, and then goes silent. Michael and Martha don't say a word, which amplifies a set of heavy footsteps that approach the front door. Three sharp raps ring out from outside. Martha quickly gets up, but she doesn't get to the door before three more raps are made.

Martha pulls the door open slightly, only to stumble back as the door slams into her face. Someone pushes the door aside and strides right into the room. Martha's surprised, "Ouch!" goes unheard by the intruder as they stare at Michael with wide eyes. It takes me a moment to see who they are, and I don't get any comfort when I figure it out.

They, first and foremost, are a woman. A woman with platinum-shaded hair, pale white skin, and golden eyes. A woman wearing a "Tricorn" cap with a single white feather, and a small cloak over a Victorian –style gown. Her name comes to me, but I refuse to say it out loud. What is she here for? Does it relate to when I last met her, or something else entirely?

"Michael Palus!" she shouts in a British accent as a wide smile breaks out on her lips, "I've found you at last, brother!"

Brother? Michael Palus is this woman's brother?! Now that I think about it… why didn't I realize this sooner? They have the same last names, it should have been obvious!

"Elizabeth Palus." Michael states his 'sister's' name without any of the happiness she showed him. "What makes you think I am still your brother?"

I see Martha carefully rub her nose as she walks away from the door, and stop by an adjacent door that leads to a white-tiled room. She looks as angry as I am confused by this conversation.

"You are my brother," Elizabeth insists without losing her smile, "the brother I never knew I had." She extends a hand towards him as she then says, "I've come to bring you home, to our family."

"Our family?" Michael turns away from Elizabeth and leaves her hand hanging. "You think I am still a part of the Palus family, after what he did to me?"

"You don't need to worry about that anymore," Elizabeth insists as she slowly withdraws her hand. "Father has realized his mistakes. He wants to see you again, wants you to love him again."

"Then he'll have to come here himself to tell me that," Michael responds as he keeps his gaze on the shrouded outside world through a nearby window. "I am not accepting the words of a messenger as his own."

Elizabeth flinches at that comparison. I recall that she thought the lower-class citizens of Neo Domino were 'commoners' beneath her. What, then, does that make Satellite's residents? What is worse than a 'commoner' to her?

"Please, brother, don't make this difficult for us. If you won't go back for him," Elizabeth offers as she places a hand to her well-endowed chest, "then go back for me."

"You think I owe you anything?" Michael looks back to Elizabeth with clearly-visible venom. Elizabeth stands her ground as Michael talks on.

"You were always the child prodigy, even before I came into the family," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand."You were, and still are, the cream of the family crop. I've lived in your expanding shadow, until your parents couldn't stand my presence. I was a stain on the household's legacy, compared to you. Everything I did was worthless against what you could do, would do, someday."

"That is all in the past, Michael," Elizabeth says as her smile shifts to a sad frown. "I've been through so much, in the present, to get to you."

"You haven't been through shit!" I flinch as Michael pounds the table with a clenched fist, to emphasize his words. He glares at Elizabeth, now, his eyes alight with an angry glint. Elizabeth frowns as Michael, once again, goes on.

"I had to live in the bottom recesses of human society since I was born! Everything I did was for myself, because I couldn't rely on anyone else. I was disowned by everyone: your father was just the first in line. You've had the world handed to you on a silver dish. The only thing I've been handed is the freedom to make my own choices, and I will never give that up. Not even a father's forgiveness will turn me over, if Arias ever really respected me like a son."

Silence falls. The two siblings glare at each other, all enthusiasm of their reuniting apparently gone. I glance to Martha as she shakes her head. Is she disappointed by what she sees here, or angry by it? I don't know, and I don't want to break the silence to ask her.

"Very well," Elizabeth quietly says, "if words won't turn you over, I am forced to take action."

She then reaches into one side of her gown and pulls out a familiar Duel Disk. The blue base and curved lines of various colors are the biggest reminders to me that this is, in fact, hers. I don't know how she kept something like that in her gown without someone noticing, and I choose not to ask about it.

"Michael Z. Palus," she states with a colder tone, "I challenge you to a Riding Duel."

"A Riding Duel?" Michael raises his eyebrows at the challenge. "You want to risk my returning to the family on a game of chance? You think this will change my feelings towards you?"

"Feelings don't matter, anymore," Elizabeth states. "Defeating you will prove to me how 'independent' you really are. You were born a Palus, and I believe you can still be one, Father's respect or not."

The two siblings stare each other down for a few seconds. Michael then asks in a firm tone, "What are your terms?"

"If I win," Elizabeth decrees, "you will come with me to the Palus household in Neo Domino, no questions asked. I guarantee you will be accepted, and loved, like a son should be. Even if it is by no one else but me, you will be accepted."

"Alright," Michael quickly agrees, "but if I win, you will live with me, here in Satellite, for 2 months, with no contact to the outside world. You'll see for yourself what I've been through, and the life I have made for myself away from the Palus name."

"Fine." I look to Elizabeth in surprise – why would she agree to a term like that so quickly? Does she know what life in Satellite is like?

[Your living experience in Satellite is not authentic. Ergo, you do not fully know what life here is like.]

'That's not helping, implant.'

[Incorrect. This is a necessary fact that needs to be stated.]

I shrug my annoyance off as Michael sets up the Riding Duel with Elizabeth: "We'll go to a D-Wheel track near my old shop. It's large enough to allow for Riding Duels, though I mainly used it to test-drive D-Wheels I repaired. We'll have to drive manually in the Duel, because autopilot systems aren't as well-maintained as in the City. The track is also in a safer area of Satellite, so we won't need to worry about uninvited guests."

"Excellent," Elizabeth says with a confident smile. "Thank you for accepting this challenge. Your 'Kelolon Army' will prove a worthy adversary to my 'Ancient Spirits'."

"Oh, I'm not using the Kelolons anymore."

"What?" Elizabeth's confidence turns into surprise of her own. "You aren't?"

"I changed my Deck after the Fortune Cup ended," Michael explains as he takes out a Deck box from a pocket. "The Army has settled down into an Empire against the ongoing disasters. The problems everyone, in the City and in Satellite, is facing has forced me to become a ruler of my own resources. You could call me the 'Monarch' of my life, if you wanted to put a name to it. So, my Deck now uses the Monarchs of various attributes in Duel Monsters, like your 'Ancient Spirits' and how they use attributes."

"How do you know that about my Deck?"

"I saw the Duel you had against the Netrunner on social media, like everyone who watched the news broadcasts yesterday."

"That…" Elizabeth pauses with a blank look on her face. She doesn't remember how that Duel went, right? But, Arias had probably told her about it when she was in the hospital. Right?

"Gah, it doesn't matter now," Elizabeth declares as she roughly shakes her head a few times. "Let's get this done."

I take this chance to turn and head out of the room; these two can resolve their family matters on their own time. I still must complete my assignment. Chaos Theory and Quetzal are still out there, somewhere.

"Hold it!" I freeze up at Elizabeth's command, directed at me as I stand just outside the doorway. "Where do you think you're going, Netrunner?"

"I have my own mission to complete," I reply as I turn my head to look back at the Palus siblings. "It doesn't concern you two at all."

"Maybe not," Michael states as he points an accusing finger at me. "But, you are a concern to us. Besides, we need a witness to our Duel, to make sure people know who actually wins."

"You dare to imply I would lie about this Duel's outcome?!" Elizabeth declares with a very shocked expression.

"No," he responds with a dark smirk, "you just suggested it. Are you going to do it?"

I wince at how cutting that remark is. Elizabeth gives Michael a menacing glare as she tries to sputter a retort, and fails to get a single word out.

"He got you there, Elizabeth," I honestly admit.

"Shut. Up." She returns her gaze to Michael as she says, "Let's Duel, brother."

Michael nods as he gets up from his seat. He tells me, "You ride with me, Netrunner; I don't think her D-Wheel has enough extra space with her pompous ego as a backseat driver."

Elizabeth's fists clench, and then release, as she tilts her head down slightly. Her hair covers her eyes as she hisses from between clenched teeth. It's obvious that she is very angry. I do not want to be anywhere near her right now, so Michael's D-Wheel does seem the better option.

[Neither option is 'better', considering neither helps accomplish your primary assignment.]

'I know that. But, I kind of want to see how their problem is dealt with. Besides, I did tell Michael what Arias wanted me to, and Elizabeth helped me out when I was running rampant in the Daimon Area. This can be paying off any debts I owe them.'

[You owe nothing to these people, regardless of their interactions with you. You will not disobey your directive.]

I take a quick breath as I read this message. I must have a worried expression on my face, because Michael gives me a confused look after I don't move to go with him. I don't want him to think I am backing out, but I also don't want to completely deny my assignment. Saving two lives is probably worth more to me than seeing the result of a sibling rivalry, right?

Does this conflict relate to that vision I had at Martha's doorstep? Are the two people under assault by the shadows Michael and Elizabeth, Chaos Theory and Quetzal, or another pair? I don't know, which means I need to work out as much as I can. That's how a proper Agent does their work, right?

Oh, Michael is still looking at me. I need to make a choice, now!

"I'll go with you."

My head throbs instantly after I say those words. I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing by going with them. No, I'm doing what I want to do, not what I am being told to do. This is my choice.

[Your individual 'choice' conflicts with your current assignment. Deviating from your directive is a punishable offense.]

'If the Superiors want to punish me, then they'll have to come here and do it themselves. I am still human, after all; I can make my own choices.'

[Further offenses will result in that ability being removed from your programming.]

I shudder inside. That message is certainly a threat. And, here I thought the Superiors trusted me!

Michael stands up from the table, and Elizabeth follows him out of the front door. I stop to tell Martha, "We'll be back once this is over. See you then."

When I step out of the front door, I see two D-Wheels parked close by each other. One has a pure white body with a few black triangles around the headlights. It has no curved frame for support, and my guidance implant quickly identifies a few weak points with the engine couplings. It also has several compartments around the dashboard and front end.

The other D-Wheel has a gold-and-black frame that curves up, and around, the driver's seat. The same ethereal lines that I saw on Elizabeth's Duel Disk flow along the body, and the seat has extra curved pieces around it that shield the driver from outside objects.

Elizabeth strides over to the second D-Wheel, which confirms that it is hers. I follow Michael to his ride, and he opens one of the larger compartments to pull out a spare black riding helmet. He takes an identical helmet from on top of the driver's seat for himself. None of us speak as I slip to a small space behind him, and in front of the rear wheel. The space is a bit tight, and I clench my legs against the vehicle's sides to stay balanced.

Michael gives me a quick smile as the siblings start up their vehicles. Elizabeth's D-Wheel gives that high-pitched whine against a solid hum of mechanical power, while Michael's shudders for a second before it settles into a roar like a car. I give one last look to the orphanage, and notice one of the windows has a figure looking out at us. I see a pair of bright blue eyes glimmer behind the shrouded glass.

That girl – the 'Aimi' Martha mentioned – has been watching me since she opened the door to the orphanage. Is she the admirer that Martha talked about? Unfortunately, I can't answer that question right now. I'll be sure to talk to her after this Duel, maybe with Martha's help.

We drive away from the orphanage in silence, Michael in the lead.

Thunder booms in the sky. I look to the clouds, and they seem darker than when I last noticed them. Blue lightning, or maybe lightning just shaded blue to my eyes, flashes every so often. The air feels charged, and not just with electrical currents.

I turn my eyes back to the ground as Michael makes a right turn. We pass by several abandoned buildings, the rubble and ruin a sight of former devastation. The scenery quickly changes to patches of broken houses alongside scorched fields, and raised sections of ground, as Michael leaves those buildings behind.

Michael slows down as we come to a dirt racing track. I can barely see one ending curve in the distance, with the other curve close by. A small outhouse that looks like it will topple at the slightest tremor rests by a faded white line on the track. The line isn't precise, and I suspect it has been made several times over. Michael stops in front of the line, and Elizabeth does the same to his right.

"Here we are," Michael announces. "Now, the Netrunner will act as our referee in the side area." He points to the space by the barely-standing outhouse. I slip off the D-Wheel and give my helmet to Michael. He puts it in the same compartment it came out of, without getting off his ride.

"The person to reach the turn in pole position will take the first turn," Michael explains to Elizabeth, and probably to me as well. "Besides the usual victory via Life Points, the Duel will also end if one of our D-Wheels breaks down, or if one of us crashes due to Solid Vision impacts."

Elizabeth nods as I step over to the outhouse. I take out my Duel Disk as the siblings position their rides side-by-side at the starting line. A new button on my Disk starts to flash after a few seconds; its dark-green glow differentiates it from the red flash of my message notification. I press it, and the Disk's display changes to a holographic screen showing both players in the upcoming Riding Duel.

"I will make sure you return to us, Michael," Elizabeth says over the two D-Wheel's engines. "This challenge will prove how much you need family to survive."

"I have a family for myself," Michael counters, "but it's nothing like the Palus family. I won't leave my new family behind for one that betrayed me."

The two D-Wheels roar as their riders turn their focus away from speaking. I hear a chime sound from the vehicles, and they both race off. Elizabeth's D-Wheel quickly speeds up, probably due to its refined build. However, Michael actually manages to keep close to Elizabeth with his ride as the two near the first turn.

I hear the riders give the same declaration, despite them being a ways away from me now: "RIDING DUEL, ACCELERATION"

Alright, that's all for now. This Riding Duel is going to be interesting, I think, to write. I hope it will be interesting for you all to read, when it comes out. I have no predictions at this point as to when that will happen, especially because I will be collaborating with 'Myddraal' with their characters.

In the meantime, as usual, any reviews/comments/constructive criticism is well appreciated.

Draconos is taking off.