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Time for the chapter!
~ Say what you will, but I will not only survive….. ~
[ Plane Between Worlds; Specific Name { Redacted }; MM/DD/YYYY ] - From Management
A horizon.
More like an endless horizon.
A sunny day that goes on forever, a space that feels peaceful as clouds bring about much needed shade in this different dimensional plane. The floor, like water, reflects the figure, myself, and the sky as we walk across the space that seems to have no end.
Should I treat the figure like a friend? Can I walk alongside them, as their cloak mysteriously waves when there is no wind here? The air is still, as the clouds and we move….
Time may have stopped on the ground, but we and nature move on.
Like all things should.
Should I dare ask where we are heading?
Will I wait in Heaven, or some version of it, for my friends, my family?
Did I do something inadvertently wrong, and find myself heading towards eternal torment?
Will I wait, in due time, in the plane between my old world and the next before I pass on fully?
I decided to ask.
"Where exactly are we heading to?", I jog a little to walk side-by-side with the figure.
The figure stops, with me nearly passing them, tilting their head and raising their hand to pet their chin in thought. After what felt like a few minutes, the entity claps both hands together, probably to signify that they finished their thought, and points over the distance.
Now, there is a door where the figure is pointing at.
A door that wasn't there before, or, at least, not that I noticed before.
I then look back to the figure, "so….. the door…. is where we are heading?"
The figure nods their head, their right hand now clasping my left as they guide me towards the door. We trekked the distance, their hand in my own, as the sun shone above us in this never-changing plane. The door, the only door staying in place, grew bigger as we drew closer to it.
We made it to the door. What type of door it was specifically, I'm not sure. All I know is that it looked like a door to a cabin, rough here and there, some of the wood not fully scrapped? Scratched to have a smooth surface to it. A sign hangs from a nail, saying 'Welcome' in big, bold, red letters. Not exactly what one would expect, well…., what exactly can I expect, now that I'm dead?
I don't know if it's inviting, or this is the prelude to a horrible B-rated horror movie where I'm about to be sent to my doom. I inwardly sigh. It could be worse, at the very least I'm not alone.
I looked towards the figure once more, with them motioning with their left hand for me to enter. They slowly let go of my right hand, waiting for me, with what I guess, was to pass through the door.
"You're not coming with me, now are you…", I looked down, fidgeting a little. I found their presence comforting. This being, I get a good feeling around them even though I've known them for a short while. Now, I just think back to how a parent drops off their child at school, how mom first dropped me off, but this time I'm being dropped off at God knows where.
I snap out of my thoughts as the figure pats my head and rubs my hair, like they did at the hospital. They lean in, and bring me in for a giant hug that encompasses my whole spirit body.
Close to my ear, the figure whispers in their deep voice, "Thrive and be free."
The figure draws away from me, letting me go from their embrace. They point to the door, motioning for me to go through it once more.
I guess there is no time like the present.
I open the door inwards with my right hand, and make a small wave goodbye to the figure as I enter the new space.
The door slowly shuts behind me…..
[ Location: Unknown?; Specific Name { Unknown? }; MM/DD/YYYY ]
Oh boy, was I wrong to say that this is a cabin, as this seems to be more of a dainty cottage.
The first thing I see is what I assume to be the living room. Knick-knacks decorated the hearth of the fireplace, some being Lucky Cats, amulets, charms, among other things to bring about good fortune. A nice smell of vanilla wafts through the air, as I take in the couch that reminds me of Terry's grandmother's couch, having the same style that has seen a good amount of years. A window is open, but it's night time, from how dark it seems, pastel curtains flapping with the cool breeze. There is a dining room table, from what I can tell, across a different corridor as I walk around...rather tentatively, cautiously. Another corridor holds a plethora of doors on each side, probably bedrooms among other rooms. A painting here and there decorates the walls alongside posters of new and old, one poster in raging pop art saying 'Viva la [...]', the last word being horribly crossed out.
Different languages, different cultures, different religions all being shown on these wooden walls. I see a painting of what I can only assume are the Aztecs, as they are making chinampas in the swampland. Another painting depicts karma, with an image of someone that has accumulated good karma throughout their life. A Yin and Yang symbol on another painting, with a caption in Mandarin that I do not understand. These paintings and posters show respect and adoration, that there is a warmth to it that I can't even start to describe as I look around.
And I don't mean the warmth of the hearth, as the...well….oh shit...the fireplace just came to life.
Now that I think about it….I think I hear someone running….
I look towards where the noise is coming from, the front door, perhaps? I came in from a side door, now realizing that I didn't come in from the 'front' or 'back' doors. Makes me wonder why is someone running? That's when a huge -
SLAM
The door nearly flies off the hinges, and I can tell that the person most certainly made a dent in the wall with said door.
This person…taking a good look at them…..looks absolutely stunning…..my oh my….if I could draw them, I would. Her dark brown hair, if it wasn't tied into a ponytail and dreaded, would have certainly reached the floor. She looked frantic, but I managed to notice that she had freckles adorning her brown skin. Wearing a simple suit, a beautiful emerald green, with her high heels in hand that she placed on a shoe rack near the door, she certainly was in a rush? (What can I say, why would she be in a hurry?) Golden eyes searched the room, soon landing on me, staring back at me, realizing that I was there.
"Uh…..hi….?", I raised my hand rather meekly as I greeted her.
I, on the other hand, look like a mess….but then again, when do I not look like a mess? Especially since, well….., you know…., I died.
And I'm a bit surprised that I'm taking this well, maybe it still hasn't sunk in…. yet….that I'm dead.
"Oh, thank the realms, the major and minor gods, and the almighty stars that you got here safely," she quickly crossed the room, taking both of my hands in hers, "you and I have a lot to discuss, but quickly, before shit hits the fan."
I'm soon led to her dining room, very confused as to why shit would hit the fan. I thought that, with the whole being dead thing, things would be a lot less stressful? She motions for me to take a seat, her dining room much the same style as her living room. I see her run towards the other side of the corridor, probably to one of the many rooms, where she brings back a folder and her laptop.
"Let's see, let's see, we have to do this as fast as possible before…..,"she mumbled to herself, as she was opening the folder and typing like a mad-man as soon as she was settled. I, on the other hand, was playing with my hands as I kept looking at how aesthetically pleasing her kitchen was, as it was directly connected to the dining room. A kitchen cozy on her tea kettle, from what I can see as I adjusted my spiritual glasses, the wood highlighted all her personal touches. A big sign saying 'Don't Kiss the Cook, but Tips Appreciated' nearly made me chuckle.
I was so engrossed that I didn't notice that I was bouncing my leg, as you do, when you're nervous and don't know what to do, cause, well, you're with a stranger. Also the thing with, where to now and what-in-the-name-of-cookie-dough-ice-cream will I be getting myself into.
"Hon, please stop fidgeting your legs, they're moving the table.", she tapped my hand, and must say, her blue manicure had a pretty lime-green turtle art.
She typed and jotted down more things as I mumbled out a quick sorry, ceasing my movements as I continued to look at her kitchen from my spot at the table.
My mind wandered once more, as I wondered how everyone was doing. I knew the world would move on, they would move on, without me. I reseted my head on my right hand, tapping my fingers with the other on the table, then stopping myself as that is also probably very distracting as well.
No wonder Lizzie usually says that I fidget a lot, and even when she corrects me, I would usually stop and start over till I or someone else tells me to stop again.
My thoughts were put on hold, as she, whoever she is, decided to fully address me now.
"Sorry for the late introduction, and the man-handling, but we don't have all that much time till a certain someone gets wind that the previous Child has passed," she stopped typing, putting her laptop to the side, scrolling her cursor, as she picks up the folder and starts getting some pages out, " and that you, the next Child, will be starting your process to the your new world and being sent there."
I slowly nodded my head, not knowing if I should start asking questions about whose child she was referring to, I am being sent to where, and all that jazz as she looked into my eyes.
"I'm Margaret," she held out her hand, and I did the same for this odd handshake," I am the Assistant-God that is in charge of the program. I will be handling the proceedings and will do my best to support you with everything you need. Margaret guarantee." She gave a little wink.
"First order of business, Miss Guerra, and please correct me if I'm wrong about any of the following information.", she started to read from her folder file.
"Twenty-one years old at time of death, brown hair, brown eyes, Mexican-American descent. Biological father is Derek Griffin, biological mother is Maria Griffin, formerly Maria Guerra. You have a step-mother alongside step-siblings that I won't get into right now. You died by three gunshot wounds in the back, officially from how they hit your major organs, rendering them unsalvageable. You were adopted into the Chang family at the age of twenty after being disowned by your original family at the age of eighteen.", she stopped to look at me.
I sighed, as I rubbed my left hand on the back of my neck, amazed that my life's history is being read back to me, "that's right, do you want me to add onto it?," I shrugged as I looked away, face heating up, "like how I was in therapy or I was horribly mistreated after-"
"No, that isn't necessary hon," she looked apologetic as I looked back at her, "standard procedure is to say death and biological relations. Everything else is unnecessary for the process."
I raised my eyebrows, nodding my head as I confirmed that all the information that she has said so far has been true.
"Great, great," she closed the folder, getting up from the table and motioning for me to follow her, "we are going to get you adjusted and have your abilities sorted out before sending you on your way. Do you have any questions so far?"
I do have a million questions, but having my thoughts in order isn't that easy to do.
I feel overwhelmed.
I don't even know how much time has passed here. She had both her laptop and folder in hand as she led me to the hallway with the plethora of doors on each side, as I continued to think. We ended up stopping at the second to last door when I finally came up with a question.
"What do you mean by Child?"
She made a face…...contemplating…..."sadly, I can only say that you are the 13th Child being sent to this world.", she looked down as she opened the door, leading me inside.
The room wasn't bad, if anything, the room looked like a tattoo….wait…..this is a tattoo parlour. Has a counter, the chairs, designs everywhere. I can see the needles and ink, the whole shebang. Margaret brought me to chair one, as she started opening and typing in her laptop once more.
"Okay…..what type of powers, if any, will I be receiving?", I looked expectantly at her as she looked a bit..more concerned…..
"To be perfectly honest with you…..," she looked to the side as her face scrunched up, "Management and that guy, well, management sucks and that guy is an asshole, a good amount of the time….so all that I know is that you will be bestowed three main powers and an item from me, and management, alongside that guy, are letting you choose ten powers….but for these powers, you won't know the drawbacks until you use them. There is also the fact that, with me pulling some strings, you'll be given three random powers that will be unlocked at a random time."
And now, I too, am concerned with this information ...makes me wonder what the hell I've gotten into…
"I see…..", I blinked sheepishly, "and I'll be getting these powers altogether?"
She made another face, her anime frown with the up and down points looking like w's and m's emphasizing even more that I'm in for a rather….interesting?...reincarnation…..or am I being reborn?
What the hell is this program anyway, and is there any way to get out of it and wait for everyone in my next life?
"I guess not…," I looked to the side as I made myself more comfortable in the chair, "..so am I reincarnating or being reborn?"
"Oh...about that…," she made an oh-no type of face, as I just slowly accepted the fact that a good amount of things will be a bit iffy from going from living to dead to living again.
She audibly sighed, "I'm sorry, my dear, I want to be able to answer all your questions...but due to rules and procedure… I can't tell you a good amount of things." She pinched her nose and rubbed her face, setting her laptop and folder on the counter next to her.
"I can tell you what you're getting from me, though ~", she had a twinkle in her eye as she started to play with my hair.
As soon as she began a small braid, a huge knock resided on the door as someone yelled out-
"SORRY I'M LATE!"
[THUD]
[THUD]
[THUD]
"THERE YOU ARE! Why are you late when I told you to be here 5 minutes earlier?!"Margaret got up and made her way to the door, opening it and letting whoever was late inside the tattoo parlour.
The man that came in through the door, in his overalls and flannel, curly white hair and bushy eyebrows, looked a bit rough. At the very least, he didn't leave a bad gut feeling in me when I saw him. If anything, he looked a bit annoyed? Frustrated? Best word for the situation might be inconvenienced by coming here, as the scowl that he had meant more than words. He had a tan from what I can see from his hands and the not-so-hairy-parts of his face.
"So this is the new Child….. You're a whee lass, now aren't cha?", he gave me a once over as he set himself on the stool next to me.
"That's what they keep on telling me….that's what y'all keep telling me…...", I slowly nodded my head, contemplating what exactly is this program that I didn't sign up for.
Guess I should ask now, rather than keep internalizing everything.
"Margaret, what if I just go…," I looked to the side away from both people in the room, "and not be part of the program.."
She audibly sighed so deeply, that I felt like I was in for some deep trouble.
"Sadly", I turned back towards her in my chair, "this is predestined, nothing you say or do can get you out of the program when you are chosen."
We stared at each other for a matter of seconds till the bushy man coughed.
"Since we'll be seeing each other more", the man held out his hand, rather reluctantly, "you can call me Steven."
"Pleasure to meet you Steven", I take his hand and give a firm shake, nodding my head, "my name is Astrid Guerra."
"So, are you the guy that Margaret was referring to as an 'asshole'?", I winced a little as I felt Steven's hand tighten.
"I believe not", Steven looked at Margaret, letting go of my hand, "that guy, if I think of who she is referring to, is currently at an event….."
"He's at a -"
"Splendid, splendid, let's get this show on the road.", Margaret rolled her hand as she moved us along.
"Today is not only the day that you will be going into your new world, but also the day that you will be bestowed your three powers and item from me." She looked at me cheerfully, as she had a gleam in her eye, little sparkles all around.
"From me", Steven started, "you'll be gettin' your first three powers of the ten that management has set up. How would you like to receive them?"
"How so?"
"Well", Margaret started to sway side to side while waving her hands left and right, "one Child was able to summon her powers from inside herself, another beloved Child would snap his fingers to active his powers, another Child decided to think of a certain image to summon his powers….How would you like to summon yours, and what powers will you choose?"
"Wait….. Why are we in a tattoo parlour if they summoned their powers from different means?"
Steven and Margaret looked at each other.
Steven started laughing, while Margaret had a big grin on her face.
"We're in a tattoo parlour because you have to be given the mark of a Child", she smiled, while Steven was on the floor crying from laughter, "so after a Child gets their powers and is marked, you'll be sent on your way to your new life."
"Would it be possible to get powers in relation to me getting tattoos?"
Steven stopped laughing, sitting up.
Margaret looked a bit surprised, "if that's what you want to do, then we can do it."
"WHAT?!"
"Steven, it's what she-"
"BUT THAT MEANS I'LL BE THE ONE TO HAVE TO-"
"STEVEN!", Margaret gave Steven the meanest, most harshest look that I had ever seen in my life. And I thought Jerry was scary when he was angry…..
"Sigh…Fine….", if looks can curse someone, I think Steven's would be runner-up.
"So, what powers and tattoos will you want?", Steven gruffed out.
I remembered two moments in my life, one of them with Terry, and the other with Melly, giving me ideas as to what would be a good tattoo to have.
Whenever Terry and I went stargazing that one time…...
{"The stars look pretty…
Space has many infinite possibilities, don't you think?"}
When Melly got me friend chocolate on Valentine's day…..
{"I'll always give you two hugs, and one kiss….
You'll always have my X's and O, kay."}
"I would like a galaxy tattoo on my inner upper right arm, near my armpit area. I want to assign the power of infinite storage, or something similar to it, for my first tattoo."
"Okay", Steven started getting out paper and making outlines of galaxies, pretty detailed in his work.
"Are there any restrictions on these tattoos, and when I get my item", I looked to Margaret, "how will I summon it?"
Her face became a thin line, as she rubbed her chin, "well, I know that with the item that I am giving you, we have to use two of your tattoo's powers to contain it…..I'm so sorry dear, that slipped my mind with all the paperwork and events that came up. If it's any consolation, at the very least you get three random supplemental powers…"
I nodded my head.
I see that I am not the only one that can have a scattered brain when given a huge workload...or just under pressure.
"Does that tattoo have to be next to each other, or just…."
"However you want to have the tattoo, we can accommodate. This tattoo for storing the item doesn't have to be next to each other, it just has to be the same marking."
"Okay then", I looked from Margaret to Steven, "if I have to store the item, then I would like to have two tattooed X's on my left and right flank, if that's alright with y'all."
"That is no-"
"That is absolutely a-okay my dear, no problem at all", Margaret continued to give Steven the evil eye from the corner of my eye.
I hope, and repeat hope, that I can convey with my eyes, or some other nonverbal cue, to Steven about how sorry I am for inconveniencing him thus far...I pray that he isn't too annoyed.
Steven scoffed a little, alongside the galaxy outline he started making the X outlines alongside it. The way that he made the galaxy look, even as the outline, looked very nice. Filled with many stars, a planet or two, alongside a moon….he may not like me all too much, but I can at least appreciate his craft.
"What type of font would you like the X's, and would you like them upper-case or lower-case?"
"I would like it upper-case….", I thought a bit, but I just didn't know what font to use, or get…., "you can choose what font for the X's looks best."
He hummed in acknowledgement, "understood lass, makes it a bit easier on me." He started outlining different fonts in rapid succession till he circled one.
"A X in bold Montserrat would look good on you.", he glanced at me from the paper.
"Then let's go with that", I gave the thumbs up, smiling ear to ear.
"Alright, then let's get to it", he started to prepare all his tools, the ink and the needle machine thing for what will be permanently on my skin.
Margaret made the chair go in a lay down position, to better position my right arm for my first tattoo, extending the table to better accommodate my whole arm being flat.
"I have to ask lass, where would ya like your Child mark, so that I can have an idea of where to Imma put it?"
"Is there any major significance to this mark…..when I get sent to my new world?", I looked from Steven towards Margaret.
She looked to the side, "all I can say, the smaller and less eye-catching, the better."
"Uhhhhh….okay", where is a space that would be small and not that noticeable, "how about on my ring finger on my right hand?"
"It will encompass the whole lower part of your ring finger, from the knuckle to the first joint. Is that okay with you?", he started tapping the table as he got ink on the needle.
"That sounds great."
"Okay then, tattoos coming up. You'll feel a pinch, and should take less than thirty minutes to heal and adjust, since you are in a spirit body."
"Thank you Steven", I inhaled, slowly exhaling, "ready to be inked."
"Here goes nothing lass."
Throughout the whole process of inking my right arm, Margaret would hold my left hand. She caressed my hand when I would feel a pinch that was a bit too much. Wasn't really smart of me to get a tattoo on skin that is usually sensitive. The good thing is that Steven didn't even take ten minutes for my arm, and the amount of detail that he put was even better than the outline. He also managed to put the mark on my finger, which seemed to be an hourglass made of vines with it having some shimmer here and there.
It looked cool, what more can I say.
"Lay on your side lass.", he tapped me.
I complied and layed on my left side, as to get my right over with. Before I knew it, I was laying on my left with all my tattoos magically healed and feeling great.
"Thank you very much Steven, I really appreciate it.", I beamed at him as I started to sit up. Margaret started adjusting the chair to better help with that.
Steven had a bit of a grin, and a part of his neck started to look a bit reddish as he turned away, "glad to hear you appreciate it lass."
"Now that that is done", Margaret helped me up from the chair, "it's time to send you on your way."
"But, before that, I need Steven to give you his contact information."
Steven looked like an angry fish as he opened and closed his mouth in rapid succession, wanting to say something, but deciding against it.
"I'll only say this once, so remember it lass….52-52-542, for connecting to me just dial it in and your set."
I nodded as I repeated that number multiple times in my head, hoping not to forget.
"Let's get moving one last time so that you can be off, we don't have enough time.", Margaret grabbed both Steven and I's hands as we were led from the tattoo parlor back into the corridor.
Walking down the corridor, we went straight to Margaret's living room, the fire still going strong.
"I wish you a great life my dear, I'll be rooting and doing my utmost best to assist you in any way I can." She gave me a grand, life-squeezing hug.
"Thank you", I managed to get out as more air was squeezed out of me, before she let go.
Steven waved at me, but I wasn't going to leave without at least giving both of them a hug.
"Steven, would it be okay if I hugged you?", I spread my arms wide.
Steven had a face of unadulterated shock, as he rapidly moved his head from Margaret to myself, till he just nodded his head very slowly as a yes.
I gave him a nice hug, grateful that he gave me tattoos and overall a bit cool….even though he doesn't want a lot to do with me….
When I let go, Margaret grabbed my attention as she gestured towards the 'front' door, "just turn the handle and walk on through."
I headed towards the door, saying thank you one last time, as I grabbed the handle and waved goodbye.
One second there was light.
The next….there was darkness…..
[ Location: Entrance to the New World; On the Sea; October, 8th, XXXX ]
A ship.
A pirate ship, grand and beautiful, as it sailed the high seas.
Gold, adventure, places left alone and much to explore, the ship had been anchored for the night.
We zoom into the two that are on night watch, as very few of the rest of the crew are awake in the dead of the night.
The morning is about to break through.
"Oi, Buggy."
"What do you want, Shanks?", Buggy shot him an annoyed look.
"Do you think that Rayleigh would let us do something other than watch duty as punishment?", he continued to look at the sea below from the crows nest, the sea illuminated by the stars.
"Maybe if, I dunno, we didn't help Captain eat all the food supplies, we wouldn't have to be on watch and fishing duty.", he huffed out.
Shanks chucked a little, adjusting his hat as he rested his head on his right hand where he leaned on railing.
Shanks hummed, "you have a point."
"Of course I do!", Buggy screeched out, flailing up and down.
"Buggy, are you trying to wake up the whole ship? ", Shanks tried to calm him down.
"Grrrr, I'll keep on looking at my side with my telescope, you keep looking at yours.", Buggy harshly turned away, focused on his part of the sea.
"Don't need to tell me twice", as Shanks looked towards his part of the sea.
Near the horizon, as the sun barely started to rise for the new day, a speck could be seen in the distance.
"Hmmmm", Shanks squinted his eyes, "what's that?"
"What's what?", Buggy made his way to Shanks's side of the sea.
"It looks like-"
"A basket?", Shanks finished that thought as he got out the spare telescope from the crows nest.
"Do you think it has treasure?", Buggy's eyes gleamed, as he imagined all the riches the basket could hold.
"Maybe, or it could hold something precious…", Shanks pondered, as he thought of other items that the basket could hold.
"We have to tell Captain.", Shanks brought up.
"Race you down then!", Buggy started to get out of the crows nest, swinging from the rope to get down first.
"Oh no you don't, I saw the basket first.", Shanks quickly swung and slid down the ropes to reach the deck.
Both boys, running towards the Captain's quarters, nearly barged down the door as they raced to tell their Captain what they saw.
"CAPTAIN ROGER!" / "CAPTAIN!"
"WE SAW A BASKET!"
"It might have treasure!"
"We don't know what it has!"
"It's drifting at sea!"
Their Captain, still a bit groggy, managed to get out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he went to the bathroom real fast while the two youngest crew members continued to argue over the basket. When he came back, going on deck with the two youngsters, he had already found the rest of the crew wide awake and huddled around said basket.
"Captain."
"Yes, Rayleigh?", the Captain looked at his first mate.
"We found this basket at-"
"THE BASKET!", both Shanks and Buggy exclaimed, b-lining there way to the ever-mysterious-basket.
"What's inside?"
"Can we see?"
"Is it treasure?!"
Before they can think of opening the basket, it spoke….
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"
Both boys jumped, startled by the noise.
The rest of the crew laughed.
"So this is where you were?", the Captain mused.
He made his way to the basket, where his first mate had picked it up. Gently, the basket was opened, to reveal multiple purple, blue, red, and yellow blankets, all wrapped around a child.
The Captain laughed as he brought the child out the basket, the newborn crying as their sleep was disturbed.
"IT'S A-"
"BABY?!"
"A baby girl", said the Captain.
"Let me see the baby Roger", a man with a feathered hat waved to him.
"Sure, Crocus.", the Captain gently passes the newborn over to the ship's doctor, the rest of the crew members huddling around the child.
"So that is the new Child…", Rayleigh stated.
"She looks adorable, I think Tenka would be proud.", the Captain smiled.
"Of course he would be proud", Rayleigh chuckled as he looked around the basket some more, "she shares some resemblance to him."
"Captain", Shanks went back to the man's side.
"What's the baby's name?"
"Found it", the first mate held out a small book, a bit battered, but not wet, "it should say here."
Rayleigh started, "Here we go, this child's name is-"
"-Guerra D. Astrid", the Captain finished.
"That's...a pretty name.", Shanks smiled, running back to the rest of the crew to tell them the child's name.
"You know what this means, right, Captain?", Rayleigh glanced at the man.
"Indeed, now," the Captain looked at the baby and his crew, "we keep our promise to him."
"CREW, THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION! WE PARTY TONIGHT FOR ASTRID-CHAN!"
The baby did little gables and babbles, not knowing what is in store for her future…...
X0x0x0x0
Current Age:
Guerra D. Astrid: 1 month old
Shanks: 11 years old
Preview for Next Time:
~ "BUGGY!" There was a pause. "DON'T DROP ASTRID!" ~
A/N: DH here, decided to finish chapter 2 and post early due to the holidays and the madness of the holidays afoot. Probs will be worked to the bone, so if I can squeeze an update in December, so be it. If not, count on January. All the best, tips, tricks, comments appreciated.
Peace with a Fist of Love,
- DH