Disclaimer: I own no fairytales, and I don't own most of the OCs in this story. I do, however, own my OCs.
A man knelt in the grassy dirt on the side of a hill, rubbing a leaf between his index finger and thumb. He appeared to be a mere eighteen years old, but as they often say, appearances can be deceiving. He flicked dark curls away from his mouth, and they fell to rest beside his strong jawline.
Pulling a vial from the pocket of his black leather pants, he bottled the leaf and tucked the vial back into safety. Standing slowly, he froze. The sound of tentative footsteps reached his ears, and he smirked.
"Come to make a deal, dearie?"
"Oh please, you know I hate it when you call me that," A haughty female voice replied.
Laughing impishly, the man turned around, crossing his arms. "Well well, Ivory. What a… pleasant surprise." His voice rose an octave in his sarcasm, and Ivory Noelle rolled her red eyes.
"You're in my territory, Rumpel."
"Ah ah, don't finish the name, dearie." Rumpel clicked his tongue, and the woman gritted her teeth.
"If I didn't love my beautiful fingers so much, I'd punch you, you annoying little man." Ivory threatened.
"Now now dearie, don't get violent. Wouldn't want to ruin your gorgeous youth, now would you?" The man's reptilian eyes glinted.
Ivory smiled vainly at his praise, examining her perfect fingernails. "Yes, I am gorgeous, aren't I…? Ah, but don't get me sidetracked Rumpel. You're too close to her tower!"
"Tsk tsk, Miss Noelle," Rumpel shook his head, "You should know me better! I wouldn't touch your precious little girl you've locked in a tower."
"It's for her own good! Nobody shall touch her…" The witch clenched her jaw and hands, fingernails digging into the tender flesh of her palms.
"Ah yes yes, I am aware of your possessiveness. And all because her parent stole from your garden…"
"NOBODY is supposed to touch my garden!" Ivory screamed at him, and the man smirked, laughing in his freakishly high-pitched way.
"I knew that too, dearie. We've been through this before." He uncrossed his arms, "Now, what was it you wanted?"
"Why for you to leave, of course." Ivory retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
"Ah, no can do, dearie. See, I've come to collect some plant life." Rumpel said matter-of-factly. "And we all know the best is here in the Dawn Sector. You don't own this sector, you know. It belongs to King Tybalt."
"I don't care!" Ivory screamed, the area surrounding her turning as dark as her usual black cloak.
Raising his hands with a small smirk, the man nodded, "Fine, I'll just be on my way then. Ta-ta, dearie! Oh, and do say hello to sweet Rapunzel for me, would you?" And with a very pleased cackle, he vanished.
"Ugh, that man!" Ivory stomped her foot childishly and swept away, unaware of the curious tourmaline-pink gaze blinking innocently at her from the trees.
A fifteen year old girl tilted her head, her tea-rose curls tangling at the ends, near her waist. Turning slowly, she walked through the patch of woods, a crowd of animals slowly gathering to follow her.
Smiling at the many squirrels, chipmunks, deer and various types of birds, she spoke thoughtfully. "They said there's a girl locked in a tower near here. How very interesting. Can you imagine it? Being all alone like that?"
A goldfinch landed on her shoulder, twittering quickly.
"Oh no, I'm not all alone! I have my three aunties. We all live happily in the forest, remember?" The girl reminded the small bird on her shoulder, and it quieted.
Giggling softly, the girl's gaze shifted and scanned the area. Finding the sight she wanted, she headed slightly to her left, entering a small clearing. A cozy cottage sat in the center, smoke puffing cheerily from the chimney and flowers overflowing from the window boxes.
Opening the door, the girl called out, "I'm home!"
A woman's voice greeted her cheerfully, "Julianne! Welcome home, dearest!"
"Thanks, Aunt Marie!" The girl replied, wandering to the small kitchen where the woman was cooking busily.
She had long forest green hair and eyes the exact same shade, with semi-pale skin and a warm smile. "You're quite welcome, darling. Now, go and freshen up, dinner is soon!"
"Yes ma'am!" The young woman smiled happily and ran up the stairs, the goldfinch fluttering off her shoulder.
"Aw, did you manage to get stuck in the house?" Marie cooed, holding out her palm.
The bird landed in it, chirping in distress.
"Now now, don't worry, I'll help you out." Walking over to the door, Marie opened it and the finch fluttered gratefully away.
Smiling blissfully at the sky where the little creature had taken flight, Marie didn't notice the very short woman right in front of her.
"AHEM!" Jumping at the loud shout, Marie looked down and smiled.
"Ah, Beryl, you're home!"
The woman, who looked to be about twenty and stood at a mere four-feet and ten inches, snorted. "Of course I'm home, half-wit!"
"Oh dear, she's in one of her moods again…" Marie mumbled.
"What was that?!" Beryl demanded crankily.
"N-Nothing!" Marie smiled.
"Good! Now get outta my way, woman!" Beryl's squawking made Marie jump in terror. Nodding quickly, she leapt to the side, and Beryl wiped her feet on the doorstep before stomping into the cottage, making a rather comical sight with her long, sharp nose, bobbed black hair with bright blue streaks, and short stature.
"Now, where's-"
"She went to the castle, Beryl."
"What?!" The woman looked indignant as she whirled around, eye twitching. "Kind Tybalt gave very specific instructions that we were to stay away from there!"
"She was summoned, Beryl. It's Destiny." Marie said simply.
"Destiny, bah. We'll see how Destinies work for us when the king comes to smash our heads in!" Beryl shouted.
"I doubt he'd do that. And not so loud, dear. Julianne is home," Marie warned softly.
"UGH. Of course she is." Beryl wagged a finger up at Marie, "But remember, Marie - every time she, or any of us, reveal our true nature, is one step closer Spica is to finding this place. Our protection barrier can't last forever. REMEMBER THAT!" Her silvery blue eyes were wide and wild, and her breathing was heavy.
"I-I know, Beryl…" Marie trailed off. "I'm going to finish dinner. How about you go see Ruby? She's been moping since you were gone all day."
"That stupid canary…" Beryl mumbled, stomping out of the house. "So needy! Just because she's self-conscious because she's red, sure it's freakish, but I mean really, she's a BIRD! It was a magic accident, and she's lucky she escaped Ivory, and that I found her. But did I ASK for her to be indebted to me?! NO! And now she thinks I have to be around ALL THE TIME! IT'S SO ANNOYING!" Beryl's voice could still be heard through the walls as she slammed the door shut.
Marie hid a giggle and stirred the soup that was in the cauldron over the fire, humming softly to herself.
Julianne came trotting down the stairs, grinning. "Auntie Beryl's in a mood again, isn't she?"
Marie giggled, "Yeah, she is. Hopefully Ruby will calm her down. Here, come set the table." The woman fetched some dishes from the cabinet and handed the to the girl.
"Yes ma'am!" Singing softly to herself, Julianne set about laying the dishes on the table. "Oh, and will Aunt-"
"She's out, dearest. Most likely for another day or so," Marie interrupted quickly.
"Oh. I see." Julianne replied, putting a glass beside each plate.
The sound of the door opening caused both of the females' heads to turn in that direction, and a smiling Beryl stood in the doorway, looking between the two.
"Well howdy, girls! Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked cheerfully, flipping thick bangs out of her sweet, round face.
"N-No reason!" Marie tittered lightly and smiled. "We're just, um… surprised you're back so soon!"
"Yeah, Ruby got a visitor. You'd think that bird's little birdhouse is like an animal doctor's office or something!" Giggling, Beryl pulled a satchel off her shoulder and hung it on a nail beside the door. "Now, where did I put those seeds…?"
Grinning at Marie, Julianne mouthed, 'She's back.'
The sweet woman just nodded back, and the cottage was filled with the flighty jabbering of a light-hearted Beryl.
"It's not right, Gavin!" Hadrian lounged on a large armchair, crossing his arms sulkily. "I'm perfection! The girl should feel honored that I've fallen in love with her!"
"Exactly right!" Gavin nodded knowingly. The seventeen year old had attached himself to Hadrian several years before, and almost never left his side. Almost.
"So why does she constantly refuse my passionate proposals of marriage?!" Hadrian bemoaned loudly.
"I just don't know, Hadrian. I mean, you're the coolest guy ever!" He beamed at his hero, who smirked.
"I know, Gavin, I know…" He waved his hand in a gesture of insincere modesty and continued whining. "But… Shaina is just so beautiful, she's the only girl who could even come close to my own beauty, although still is practically nothing in my presence, and thus MUST be my bride!"
"Yeah! Well, maybe if you convince her dad, she'll agree. After all, she adores him," Gavin offered helpfully.
"THAT'S IT!" Hadrian leapt from his chair, causing Gavin to fall out of his with a squeak of surprise. "I'll just buddy up to her ol' man, and then she'll HAVE to marry me!"
"Yeah!" Gavin pumped a fist encouragingly in the air from his seat on the floor.
"I'm such a genius." Hadrian smoothed his hair primly, "I should have known I'd come up with a solution. Thank you, Gavin."
"Y-You're welcome, sir!" Gavin beamed proudly at having been recognized, still seated on the ground.
Hadrian marched happily toward the door, calling back, "Oh, and Gavin?"
"Yes sir?" The young man asked hopefully.
"Don't sit on the floor too long. I have furniture for that."
"O-Oh, yes sir!" Gavin stood up hurriedly and sheepishly, watching Hadrian walk boldly out into the town. "Good luck…" He trailed off pathetically. Sighing softly, he stood and trotted to the kitchen, ready to prepare a meal for Hadrian upon his return.
"Papa, I'm home!" Shaina pulled her navy blue hooded cape off her shoulders and hung it on the hook by the door, the garment looking very dainty beside the long, thick coat hanging beside it.
"Ah, Shaina, come into the workshop!" A deep voice hailed the girl from a doorway to her right, and she smiled.
"Coming, Papa!" The sixteen year old girl trotted into her father's workshop, tying her long apple-green hair back so that it would not fall prey to the flames that licked and danced around several hearths in the blacksmithery.
A tall, fit man stood at a desk covered in papers, with many designs tacked upon the wall above it, and boxes filled with more ideas beneath it. He turned to see his daughter, his precious gem, his terra umber eyes alight with excitement.
"Shaina dearest, I have just finished the prototype of my greatest invention!" Gallagher turned away from his desk and grabbed the girl's hands, spinning her in circles excitedly.
"P-Papa, that's wonderful!" Shaina giggled happily as she was pulled around and around. "But, um, I'm getting dizzy…"
"Ah, I'm sorry darling." Her father immediately released her, and she collapsed on the floor, watching the room swirl around her.
"It's fine, Papa! Which invention did you prototype?" Shaina asked, trying to figure out which of the three identical men standing before her was her father.
"The Destiny Damper!" Gallagher grinned proudly, gesturing to the many drawings on the wall. "It's been my life's work, and finally I may have a working prototype! Ah, I wish your mother could be here…" A sad, faraway look clouded his gaze, and he ran a hand through his dark grey hair.
Finally over her dizziness, Shaina shakily stood and reached a hand far up to place it on her father's shoulder. "Hey, I'm sure she'd be super proud of you, Papa."
Gallagher placed his rough, large hand on top of his daughter's dainty, tiny one. "Thank you, dearest."
The girl smiled, "Now, what does the Destiny Damper do again?"
"I'm glad you asked!" The light returned to the man's eyes, and he turned to look at his blueprints. "The Destiny Damper is my attempt at freezing the sorceress's control over our lives. Our Fates, which she ignores, and our Destinies. With this device, you can prevent her from, um, what is the… hmm…"
"Commanding your actions?" Shaina offered helpfully.
Gallagher grinned, "Yes, that's it! Most people don't even know the difference between where Malorica's Destiny is leading them, and what they're deciding for themselves. She tries to make it seem like it's their own decision, because let's be honest, people enjoy things far more when they think it's their idea." Gallagher's gaze hardened, and he clenched his jaw. "If only I'd thought of this before Destiny made your mothe-"
"Papa, that was not your fault!" Shaina interrupted, tears pricking her eyes, "It was just…"
"Destiny?" Gallagher finished bitterly. "Exactly. Malorica thought it was fine to Destine your mother to death! It's not right, I say! That sorceress and her Destinies will never touch my daughter!"
"P-Papa," Shaina choked softly, her hand falling from his shoulder. "It's not right to talk about the sorceress in such a way… you never know when she's listening."
"Bah," Gallagher rolled his eyes, not noticing his daughter's distress. "She can't listen to everybody at once! No doubt she's off making sure some giant squashes a peasant, or maybe a river must swallow a prince."
Shaina bit her lip, "Papa, I have to tell you something…"
"Yes, of course dear," The man smiled encouragingly down at his beloved daughter, "Anything."
"I…" The girl took a deep breath, squeezing her terra umber eyes shut. "I've had a Destiny dream."
The silence that greeted her confession was suffocating, but she didn't dare open her eyes. He'd surely be furious, and lock her in her room for the rest of her life. Maybe he'd even put her in a pumpkin, like Peter did with his wife, from one of the legends Mother Goose told! Nah, don't be silly… Shaina told herself.
After a substantial amount of time, although the girl had no way of knowing just how long, she slowly opened her eyes, prepared for all hell to break loose.
Instead, the sight that greeted her made her sob brokenheartedly.
Her father had fallen to his knees, staring ahead into space, tears streaming down his disheartened face. He looked so dismal, and broken, that Shaina couldn't stand it.
"Doesn't that witch think she's done enough to my family… without taking my little girl?" Gallagher asked, choking, finally looking up to meet her gaze.
All of Shaina's excitement at the thrill of having received a Destiny vanished and she threw herself into her father's arms, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Papa… I'm sorry…"
The man wrapped his arms around her, holding her delicately, as if he were afraid he'd break her. "I-It's not your fault, dearest. What does she have planned for you?! Is she going to send you alone into the forest as well, never to return?" He asked bitterly.
"Don't talk like that, Papa!" Shaina begged, clutching the fabric of his shirt as she wept, "I-I'll be just fine!"
The man sighed, attempting to resign himself to his Fate. It seemed the sorceress enjoyed toying with his life, weaving everyone he loved into Destinies, leaving him alone in his Fate. Would she be satisfied when everyone he cared about died?! A wet nose on his elbow brought his attention to his collie, who whimpered, obviously understanding that something unhappy was going on. Would Malorica take Alloy as well?! He was just an innocent dog!
As he comforted his weeping daughter, Gallagher decided then and there that someone had to do something about the sorceress. If it wasn't to be him, a Fated nobody, he'd find someone important, someone who knew more about her. Someone powerful.
With a Destiny.
"Bless you, Preston, bless you!" A frail widow accepted a bag of coins from the thief tearfully, and he nodded.
"Think nothing of it, ma'am. But, we'd best be going. Come along, Hugh." Motioning for the young boy to follow him, the tall man turned and began to navigate his way out of the poorest neighborhood in Pure Imagination.
"Are we done with our rounds, Preston, sir?" Hugh asked energetically, trotting quickly to keep up with the man's long strides.
Pulling his longbow off his shoulder, Preston nodded. "That we are, young Hugh. Think we should get Eric to teach you some more shooting?" Veering into the forests of the Wildwood sector, Preston winced slightly as Hugh whooped loudly, pumping a fist in the air.
"Yeah! I love it when Eric teaches me to shoot!" He hollered elatedly, and Preston shook his head, chuckling.
"Now now, no need to be so noisy about it," He teased gently.
"Ahaha, s-sorry, Preston, sir!" Hugh scratched his head sheepishly, and his leader smirked.
"Think nothing of it, lad. Just don't drive Eric to violence today, alright?" Preston asked with a teasing lilt to his voice, but in dead seriousness. He didn't need to come to the training grounds to find Eric climbing a tree in an attempt to throttle Hugh for being annoying. Again.
"It wasn't my fault, exactly," Hugh grumbled, crossing his arms sulkily. "He said I was being stupid."
Preston hid a grin as the pair neared the Merry Men's hideout. "Did he now? Yeah, that pretty much sounds like Eric."
Opening the door to the building, Preston gestured for Hugh to enter first, and upon following him in, sighed. "Really, guys?"
The mass of men roaring angrily in the large dining room silenced immediately. Three men that had been wrestling on the ground stood sheepishly, flushing guiltily.
"Now, I honestly hope this was a friendly brawl, not due to a disagreement," Preston chastised.
"H-H-He started it!" A slender, handsome man insisted lamely.
Preston shook his head, "Travis, not only are you terrible with the keeping of your weapons, but you should probably brush up on your excuses. Just saying."
Travis nodded, embarrassed, and Hugh giggled at Preston's comment.
Gaze flickering across the room, Preston caught Eric's eye and called, "Oi, Eric, why don't you take Hugh out to the training grounds for a little archery lesson?"
Eric frowned, but at the tone in his leader's voice, nodded silently and pushed through the crowd and out the door, Hugh scrambling to keep up with him, as usual.
"Now," Preston surveyed his men, crossing his arms, "Who'd like to explain this ruckus?"
"I can, Preston." A seventeen year old girl appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, brushing flour off of her grey hunting shirt and pants.
"Go on, Chi." Preston encouraged the gentle girl.
"Well," Chihara started, tossing a lock of her long blue-green hair, "Travis was talking badly about Peter, and Peter got mad, and then Horace tried to make them stop arguing, and got punched in the face, and he wasn't happy about that, and pretty soon they were all just having at each other, and then this lot came in and started egging them on." Her white gaze landed on Horace as she spoke, and the stocky man avoided her eyes guiltily.
Preston nodded thoughtfully, "Ah, so it was a battle of honor then?"
The trio of men nodded and jumped to begin explaining themselves, but Preston lifted a hand. "No need for further words, men. Just remember that we're all a team. If petty insults bring us down to this level, then we're in deep trouble. No more hurting people's pride, boys. Pride is a fickle thing."
"And he should know," One merry man snickered quietly. Preston turned a burning gaze on him, and the man cowered in fear.
"Well then, as you were. Actually," Preston rethought his statement, "As you should be." And with that, he turned and left.
"And draw back… no, not that way, you have to draw your arm straight!" Eric instructed seriously.
"Y-Yes sir!" Hugh relaxed the bowstring and then tried drawing back again, trying his best not to let his hand wander to the side.
"Good. Now, aim… preferably not at the rabbit back there… yes, thank you, that's the target. And… release." Hugh's arrow flew through the air at his mentor's command, and hit the target a few inches from the center.
"Hm, not too bad for an annoying kid like you," Eric commented.
"Oh wow, thanks Eric!" Hugh's sea-green eyes sparkled with delight at the words from his hero. They were about as close to a compliment as he was sure to get, and he ate them up hungrily.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Eric's face resumed its normal training expression: a scowl. "Now go fetch those arrows."
"Sir, yes, sir!" Saluting happily, Hugh skipped off to the target, grunting as he pulled his arrows from the worn wood.
A glimmer caught his eye, and he blinked to clear his vision. Shaking his head, he turned to the bush beside the target, frowning. "E-Eric?" He called out, voice wavering slightly in fear and confusion.
Sighing and grumbling, the young man trotted over, "What is it, Hunter? Honestly, you can't just fetch ar-" He stopped short as he stood beside Hugh, eyes widening.
"W-What does it mean?" Hugh asked softly.
"Wait… you can see it?!" Eric asked incredulously.
"Um, duh?! Otherwise how could I have told you about it?" Hugh retorted.
"Careful, kid, you might become as sarcastic as me," Eric teased, still frowning at the bush.
Hugh giggled softly, eyes fixed on the bush. "So, most people can't see it?" He asked.
"That's right, kid." Eric eyed the bright purple patch on the bush, resembling a cluster of sparks. "It takes a Tracker to see a Trail."
"A Tracker?" Hugh echoed, confused.
"Yeah, a Tracker." Eric stood, jaw clenched. "A person that can view the Trail of another human. They're rare, kid. I've never met one as young as you. Maybe Preston knew, and that's why he picked you up. He's got a weird sense for this kind of thing…" Eric's voice trailed off, and he stared at the Trail.
"So… w-what does it mean?" Hugh asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Well, this particular Trail belongs to…" Eric narrowed his eyes for a moment, then stumbled backward, horror in his dark brown gaze. "Rumpelstiltskin."
Ehehe, hey guys...
Wow, I can't even BEGIN to apologize for how late this chapter is... honestly, I have some things going on in my life that are just taking a lot of my time, and I've barely been able to even think about writing for weeks. And plus, I've begun another musical. YAY for acting and singing, two of my favorite things~! And boo for less time to do everything else I should be doing, hehe.
So here we've gotten to see who the dude in the last chapter was, and you've been introduced to the concept of Trackers! I came up with Trackers a while ago, (it's what the Character Colors are for ;)), and I will select certain characters to have the Tracking ability. If you end up submitting more characters (AND I NEED THEM PLEASE XD), in my 'have I missed anything blah blah' part of the form, you may put if you'd like them to be a Tracker. :) ADVANTAGE, NOW YOU CAN CHOOSE! XD Okay, I think I'm gonna go make coffee or something... I'm tiiirrrreeed, hehe.
And I haven't been able to read anyone's fics, either... I'M GONNA CRY! DX There are several of you that I follow your stories (AND LOVE THEM LIKE THEY WERE MY OWN CHILDREN- Well, maybe not THAT much, but then again, I wouldn't know, would I? XD), and I haven't been able to read them in forever. I'm terribly sorry, but someday, SOMEDAY, I will get to read them! (Probably when I'm like ninety and I'll be like, "Oh yes, there was this thing I did called fanfiction, once. Now I wonder where those stories I never got to finish are...? I should read them now that I barely remember anything because my memory was terrible then, and it's awful now!") :-/
Anyhoo, OC disclaimer list! :) Oh, and my twin sister says I should put which tale/character the OCs are in this section. If you agree, because you want to know who people are, say so in your review, and I'll edit this chapter (and possibly the previous ones) to include that info. :)
I do not own the following OCs, but I do have permission to use them:
Rumpelstiltskin, he belongs to iamgoku,
Marie Lenivier, she belongs to KuraiHaru17,
Julianne, she belongs to Flame Wisp,
Gavin, he belongs to Maginator,
Spica, she belongs to MoonlitMedley (only a mention in this chapter),
Chihara Fujioka, she belongs to Grimdark Terezi,
and Travis, Peter, Horace, Beryl, and Gallagher belong to me. :) (Phew, hope I didn't miss anybody! XD)
And now, review replies!
johnmboutell: Ahaha, I'm gonna do the three words thing too~! Thank. You. Somuchyourreviewwasawsome~! :D ...Okay, so I failed there... but seriously, I loved your review, thanks! :D I'm glad I've gotten your OCs correct, and hope I've continued to do so! :)
MightlessKnight: Ah, thank you for reading, and for your lovely, honest review! :D Due to your input, and several other people (including my sisters XD bossy things, those sisters. JK! Sorta...), I've decided to do a bit with each of the girls before clumping them all together again, ahaha... :3 And I never actually thought about telling people the tales for the characters until your review and my twin said something, ahaha... :)
Nefertam: Thanks for your review! :D I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and ahaha, yes, a vampire. :) They always make stuff more interesting. ;)
Blonde's Wild Heart: Thank you so much for your review, and I promise your OC is coming up soon~! ;D I'm really glad you liked it, and lol, stomachaches from chocolate are the kind I don't mind. ;) :P Heehee. Sorry I took so long to update, and for you to find out who the man was! :-/
Aoife XP: HEYO SISTA, WASSUP?! B-) I haven't seen you in like ten minutes! XD Hehe. Anyhoo, I'm glad you liked it, and Eira~! :D She's gonna be fun to write for, heehee. :) ;)
iamgoku: Thanks for the review, Shaun! :D I'm glad you're liking it so far, and yes, actually, it was your character! XD Good guess! :)
Grimdark Terezi: Thanks, Kiko-chan! :D I'm glad you're liking it, heehee, and don't worry about the late review! :) I'm sorry I took so long to update, ahaha... :-/ I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE A PARTY. FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. XD Oh wait, REASON! I got Story of Seasons, EEEEK! XD :D Heehee.
Princess Gakoshi: (I can't believe I missed your review, I'm so sorry! DX) I'm glad you're liking it so far! :D I love Eli to bits, and I'm really glad I got his reaction about right. :) Lol, yes, I'm sure we're all gonna want to hurt Hadrian by the time this story's over. XP Not that that's anytime soon, ehehehehe... ;) Thank you so much for reviewing, and being the first person to submit an OC~! :D
cometshadow: COMET! *glomps you* I'VE MISSED YOU TOO! T.T I'm sorry I haven't been able to read Born for Freedom in FOREVER, but as soon as I have time to read a fanfic, it's at the top, hon! AND YES, LIFE DOES SUCK SOMETIMES. I AM SO WITH YOU THERE. Don't worry about it all, it's totally fine~! :D Awwwwww, thank you so much! I almost cried with joy when I read your review, ahaha, but I stuck with squealing. Which annoyed my family more, but WHO CARES?! XP Ahaha, sorry, I'm hyper. XD Love you bunches, and hopefully I'll get to read your story soon! :) P.S. Ahaha, thanks! :D How could I not?! They're, like, my favorite Pokemon characters even though they're not actually Pokemon characters! XD hehehehe. :) You're always welcome, Comet. Love you sosososososo much, and I hope to talk to you soon~! :D
NightStryke: Heyo Stryke! :D Thanks for your review! Sorry I took so long again... but yeah, I'm glad you like Hadrian too, lol. He's so conceited that I love him and wanna punch him and yet write all about him and crack up hysterically. XD Because c'mon, that's always how people feel about characters like that. Right? ...Right? XP Ahaha... and now you know who the mystery man was! :D So there ya go~!
Again, thanks to all who are following and reading this story, love you all~! :D Virtual hugs~! *gives whoever is reading this a virtual hug* Yay! :3 :D Heehee. See you around the next update, which will hopefully be sooner~! ...Hopefully! :)
Buh-bye~!
~Swaggy-chan