Been a while hasn't it.

A lot has happened to me over these past few months, to me and my family. To put it simply, I began attending a HNC course which can be quite demanding in terms of coursework.

And unfortunately, my mother had a stroke. To add to this, my Nan also passed away. All in all, it wasn't the best year and as a consequence, my mind has been distracted and therefore writing anything became practically non-existent.

But I'm back for now, and here you go.

Begin!

The Other Me

Chrissy Pov

As I felt the carriage bump, signifying our landing, my attention became briefly stolen from glancing at my otherwise silent mate.

But not for long.

He was still reading the letter, re-reading it. Over and over, had been for quite some time much to the worry of our respective entourage. Emily was biting her bottom lip worriedly, the emotion very clear in the air for my feelers to sense.

She clearly wanted to read it to. Ever since she'd seen Richard's old address on it, her desire to know more was more than tangible.

Pearl and Fleetfoot were talking quietly to each other, and while I could have focused my hearing a little more to see what they were saying, I decided not to breach their privacy.

Eventually Richard folded the letter up and phased it through his chitinous armour, the thick material rippling by his left thigh as it did so.

"Richard?" I asked, catching his attention quickly as he looked at me. "What does it say?"

He blinked for a moment before looking out of the closed window, seemingly taking in the sight of Canterlot.

"We've landed," he said, ignoring my question. "Let's get out of this thing."

Emily and I glanced at the other, the former giving me a concerned nod in his direction. I shook my head and put a finger on my lips, signifying for her to drop it for the moment.

Loathe as I was to place anything above my mate, we had bigger problems.

Richard held out his hand and carefully helped me out of the carriage, my balance still fairly unsteady due to inexperience. As I stepped down, the first thing I noticed was Celestia addressing a crowd of what appeared to be reporters and a lot of the city's residents. Emily landed beside her, giving her sister a strange look before addressing the crowd herself.

The second thing caught my attention just in time to grab Richard's shoulder, using more strength than probably necessary to stop him from launching himself forward. His head spun around to look at me, eyes flickering between blue and green, his face so full of hate it nearly made me vomit.

"Hello again, Richard," Twilight said, a small smile on her face as she walked a little closer. "It's good to see you again."

Richard was almost trembling with rage, with only myself and whatever level of restraint he had left holding him back from most likely killing the Unicorn.

'Normally I'd join him in gutting the bitch. But we can't risk it, not with half the fucking city here.'

Twilight did not fail to notice his predicament, but said nothing, merely smirking ever so slightly as she turned her attention from him to me. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took me in, looking me up and down for a few moments.

"Chrissy I presume?" she asked, her smirk somewhat reduced as distaste quickly took its place. "So this is to be your new look. Interesting…how did you manage to become something that does not exist here?"

I said nothing back.

To be completely honest, the majority of my attention was upon my mate. It was taking every ounce of strength I had to keep him by me. The nauseating hatred pouring from him in disgusting waves did not help in the slightest. It was like dipping your hoof in scolding hot water to get the plug, necessary but bloody uncomfortable.

"Richard please calm down," I whispered in his ear, rubbing his arm soothingly. "Think of our baby."

But like a switch had been flipped, his eyes stopped flickering and the waves of hate died down to nearly nothing. He blinked a few times before turning and looking at me, apologetic emotion clear for me to sense regardless of his facial expression.

"Yes do listen to your beast, Richard," Twilight chuckled, smirking up at me. "Wouldn't want any kind of unpleasantness to happen, would we? Not here, not in front of so many witnesses."

I was alarmed, although I kept it hidden.

'How did she hear me from over there?'

Richard was clearly struggling to keep calm, his eyes still weren't glowing but the green tinge becoming more noticeable by the second.

Twilight moved a little closer, stopping only when Pearl and Fleetfoot stood in front of us protectively.

"Guards…what are you doing?" Twilight asked, a brow raised curiously as she looked at them. "If Princess Celestia has asked you to guard them, I hereby release you from that duty as her Protégé."

Pearl sneered at the Unicorn and took a threatening step forward, his eyes flashing green for all of a second. But it was only a second that Twilight seemed to need as her eyes widened in shock.

"You turned them?" she whispered, looking at me strangely. "I was lead to believe such a thing was impossible."

"Perhaps you know less than you think, girl," I mocked, enjoying her anger, brief though it was.

"Unlikely, I know all I need to know about you two" she refuted, turning her attention to a thankfully silent and expressionless Richard. "I knew that you'd come back Richard. You've been a very good colt and followed the script quite nicely."

She smirked. "Just like you did the last time."

I prepared myself to grab him once again, but found the action unnecessary as he merely stared at the ground.

And yet…something felt off, really off.

His eyes flickered for all of a moment, blue rapidly fading as green took their place. Black veins slowly began to creep out from around the edges of them, a new sensation quickly forcing me back as they stopped spreading.

'He tastes like…death?'

I'd never seen anything like it before.

"You think yourself so clever little Pony," he said, his voice startling me.

It was his voice, but it sounded nothing like him. Cruel and deadly, lower than I'd ever heard it before and tinged with some sort of animalistic growl.

It made my stomach twist painfully. My instincts were screaming at me to grab him and force whatever was happening to him away, but I couldn't move.

"But at the end of the day you are nothing but cattle," he finished, practically purring as he raised his head. "And like all cattle, you are nothing more than food to me."

He looked at Twilight and smiled coldly, the Unicorn in question backing off a bit at his demeaner. I shivered as well. It wasn't just his smile that was cold, the very air around us was beginning to coat the ground in frozen mist, affecting Pearl and Fleetfoot, and even myself.

And Changelings don't usually feel the cold.

"I look forward to the day where I drain you dry," he said quietly, that cold smile still upon his face. "I'll do it slow and watch as you struggle, fighting for every breath, every moment. Until you become nothing more than a dried up shell as the light leaves your eyes."

He stepped forward and grinned as Twilight fell back on her behind, looking at him with wide eyes.

"You almost took everything from me," he whispered. "I will take it all from you."

She looked him up and down but to my surprise, kept her cool for the moment, smiling rather unpleasantly back at him. "Interesting bit of magic…"

She stood back up and took a step forward, her eyes flashing in amusement as Pearl and Fleetfoot stood in-between her and us.

"You may have begun to dabble in magic, Richard," Twilight sneered condescendingly. "But I've had mine from the day I was born. I've been learning all there is to know about it for two decades. You…you are not on my level, you're clearly not even in control of it. And…you do not scare me."

If anything, Richard's cold smile widened, becoming even colder if that were at all possible.

"You should be scared of me, Twilight," he chuckled, each and every word laced with something very unsettling. "I am going to turn your pathetic little world upside-down. And thanks to your mewling, doe-eyed mentor, I can do whatever I wish. Celestia is powerless to stop me."

My eyes widened at his words. 'This isn't what we came here for. We don't want anything to do with the Ponies. What is Richard talking about?'

The obvious answer was…well, obvious.

'This isn't Richard talking…his magic has taken him over!'

I'd told Richard before that Changeling magic was alive. It could and very well would change you if you let it, and given Richard's continuous use of his hate, it had finally gathered enough control to do just that.

It had taken him over. The person before me was no more Richard than the Unicorn he was speaking to.

"I do not know what Princess Celestia agreed to," Twilight replied, eying Richard warily. "But regardless, even if she cannot do anything, I am certainly not as imposed."

Richard actually laughed, finally catching the attention of an otherwise very preoccupied Celestia, who snapped her head around to stare at him suspiciously.

He moved closer to Twilight, pushing past Pearl with a frightening amount of ease. "You are powerless, Twilight. You. Are. Nothing."

My eyes lit up as I forced my way through whatever was keeping me stuck. Richard turned to look at me and cocked an eyebrow, a small sinister grin belaying his intentions as he closed his hand into a fist.

I reached him before he could think to swing it, grabbing his arm as I stared into his eyes and placed the offending hand upon my stomach.

"T'lyke contel velt con'tine," I hissed quietly, ignoring all around me as I spoke directly to his magic, our eyes glowing with equal strength as I felt his respond.

"I don't need you, T'lyke!" he sneered, trying and failing to pull himself away from me. "You warned him over and over, but he didn't listen. Now I'm in control…"

"For the moment," I snarled.

Realizing that he couldn't get away, he instead gritted his teeth and tried to force his power against mine, but the combination of my magic and the presence of our growing child was far too powerful for his wayward magic to fight.

There was simply too much love.

His eyes began to flicker, luminous green to a deep blue.

"I…d-don't…need…" he ground out, face twitching as the magic began to lose its grip on him. "I don't need you."

"You do need me," I replied, smiling softly. "As I need you."

I put a hand to his cheek and cupped it tenderly, watching his face and sighing with relief as his expression gradually lost its homicidal appearance. Indeed as the seconds passed, confusion took its place as my mate regained control of himself.

He blinked rapidly, still very confused. "Chrissy, w-what happened?"

"We'll talk about it when we're alone," I replied, trying not to let my worry show as I noticed the black veins by his eyes weren't gone, merely faded. "Just try to stay calm until then. Please, for me?"

'I knew he despised Twilight, but for her to bring out this level of hate…I need to keep her away from us. If he loses control without me there, he'll kill everything he can see. Even now I can still feel it there, he could lose control again at any moment.'

We needed our hive, being so far away from its stabilizing influence was NOT a good thing. Not for Richard, not for any of us.

I smiled and kissed him gently, ignoring the increasing volume of the crowd. "I'm here, focus on me and everything will be fine."

He gave me a worried look but nodded, his expression changing to one of annoyance as he looked over my shoulder.

"We've gathered a crowd," he muttered, body shaking ever so slightly. "Brilliant."

'At least none of them looked past the cunt.' I mused, glancing at Celestia. 'Would've made our stay here much harder.'

His shaking was concerning, but I had no time to consider it in that moment. "Just follow my lead and let me do the talking, okay?"

Celestia was looking at Richard very strangely as she walked over, her little lapdog steadily whispering in her ear as she did so. Emily was right behind them, her concern reaching me as our eyes met, a small nod in his direction asking the silent question.

I subtly shook my head and squeezed Richard's hand, Emily catching on quickly as she nodded once more before glancing at Celestia.

"Dear me," Celestia murmured, quiet enough for me to hear but not enough for the crowd. "I can certainly see why you said you were frightened of your magic, Richard." She looked at me and frowned. "Not entirely in control of it, is he?"

"Before you stole us from our home, he was learning to control it just fine," I replied, actual effort needed not to start hissing at her.

She raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it seems to me that it's learning to control him."

Emily interjected before anything more could be said, standing between us. "Enough, this has no bearing on why they are back in Canterlot, sister."

She turned to us, eyes glancing between myself and Richard, the latter of which was clearly shaking from the aftereffects of his magic. "Perhaps now is a good time to take you to your home."

Before we could move, the crowd of journalists started yelling their inane questions, overtalking whatever Emily had to say next.

"Why is the Human back?"

"Who's the female?"

"Is that how Humans really look?"

"Princess, Princess!"

"It seems you have admirers, Richard," Celestia said quietly, chuckling. "Do you want to answer their questions…or does your beast hold your leash now that you're back outside the dome?"

Richard stiffened, his almost faded anger coming back at full force.

Celestia quirked an eyebrow and shook her head, giving Richard a condescending smirk before she turned around and smiled at the crowd, opening her mouth to speak.

Anger filled the air…and then it happened again.

The air turned very cold, my breath becoming clearly visible for a few moments. I felt his hand tighten in mine, the sickening smell of hate pouring off him in waves.

'Not again…'

"I believe I can answer that," Richard said, green eyes surveying the surrounding journalists as he stepped forward, his hand pulling mine with some force.

Celestia's eyes narrowed as he moved next to her, all but dragging me beside him until I was by his side.

"You can?" she asked, her emotions betraying her otherwise calm demeaner as…actually put his hand on her back!

Richard gave her a small smirk before turning his attention back onto the crowd. "I can, it's a small sad tale. But as Canterlot graced me with its wonderful hospitality before, I think it only fair that I return the favour with the truth."

'The what?'

"Stop this," I whispered in his ear, flinching at the venomous look I got in return. "Let him go."

"When I'm good and ready," he whispered back, squeezing my hand painfully hard as he smiled at the crowd. "Until then, shut up and do what I say."

If I had any doubts as to whether or not the one before me was still my mate, they vanished there and then. His hatred was too strong to control, it had taken him over and my mate wasn't there anymore.

'What have I done to him…'

He turned back to face the crowd, a disarming smile from him actually managing to draw them closer, rather than away.

"I can indeed, Princess," he continued calmly, as if nothing had just happened between us. "You see when I was first summoned to this world, it was by complete accident. I certainly did not mean to come here and so when offered the chance to return to my own world, I leapt at the chance and took it as some of you may know."

He put his hand on Celestia's back once more, that disarming smile still there as he looked at her.

"But as you may or may not know, your current predicament is not a good one," he continued, putting on a convincing sorrowful expression as he shook his head. "I of course am talking about the birth rates of your kind, of how they…are falling."

Celestia's anger was right there now, even with that stupid smile plastered on her face. She was furious and I could feel just how much.

'Guess she didn't want the public to know, oh well.'

The crowd began to whisper excitedly among themselves at this, until one of the stallions took a step forward. "There have been rumours of this, but are you telling us that it's worse than we were lead to believe?"

Richard, still with the sorrowful expression on his face, nodded once. "I am indeed. The birth rates are falling, and while your royalty have tried to keep it hush to protect you, the fact of the matter is that your current predicament is quite dire. Which is why I chose to return, to help you."

"Help us?" a mare asked, confusion on her face. "How?"

Richard looked at Celestia and nodded for her to answer, clear sadistic enjoyment coming from him as he no doubt felt her immense displeasure at the situation.

"What Mr Tyler means, is that he was providing much needed samples," she explained, smiling on the outside, but quite unhappy on the inside. "Samples that will save our species."

On any other day, her anger would have pleased me to no end, but with Richard's magic using him like a puppet, any enjoyment I felt vanished before I could contemplate it.

I had to snap him out of it, but I didn't know how to do so with half the fucking city there.

He hated them all.

"What do you mean by samples, Princess?"

"That is on a need to know basis I'm afraid," she replied, her fake as fuck motherly smile pacifying the journalist before he could enquire for more. "Just know that it is only with Mr Tyler here that our race will continue to flourish."

"What about the female Human?" asked a mare, glancing at me curiously. "Is she providing samples too?"

Up until that point I'd had no choice but to follow along. Richard's magic was volatile and could just as easily decide to commit a small genocide on a moments notice. It was after all being channelled with anger and hatred.

But with this little opening, I had the opportunity for some damage control.

And perhaps a little dig at Celestia while I was at it.

"I am Richard's wife," I said, ignoring the blink-and-you-miss-it surprise from Celestia.

'His wife…'

While I could have said mate, I doubted any of the Ponies even knew what a mate was. It was an old term after all. Being his wife was easier…and somewhat pleasant to think about despite our current situation.

"When he was originally brought here, I was left behind," I continued, eyes narrowing. "Since his return was a choice instead of an accident this time, I of course joined him. I would not leave my husband here on his own, not after his appalling treatment from your kind the last time he was here."

A few of the journalists actually looked embarrassed at this, but the majority either scoffed or sneered at my words.

"Wife," Richard murmured, our eyes meeting as he said the word.

"Yes," I replied quietly, smiling up him. "Your wife."

And then it happened again, I felt the cold fade, the hate begin to die, the love he had replacing it.

His eyes began to flicker and a wave of weakness rapidly followed it.

He was going to pass out.

'Oh crap.'

"And while I would love to answer more of your questions, we are both quite tired and need to settle in," I finished quickly, smiling as I pulled Richard away from the crowd and spotted Emily, pulling Richard towards her.

"We need to get into whatever home you've got for us now," I said quickly, nodding towards Richard who was clearly struggling to stay conscious.

"What's going on Chrissy?" she asked, looking at Richard with clear concern. "What's wrong with him?"

"Not here," I hissed, anger overriding whatever patience I had left. "Where are we staying?"

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Emily nodded and walked rapidly down a quickly familiar street. Indeed after a minute or two, we stood before Richard's old house.

But there was something very off about it.

"As you can see, we managed to fix the damage," Emily said, gesturing towards the house. "But nopony could stay inside it for too long without getting sick."

The house looked as normal as all the others…but the tangible emotion within it was practically slapping me around the face.

Anger, pain, hate. All of it was emanating from the house in wave after wave. Being near it, I could still feel the beating I'd received that one terrible day.

I could hear it.

"It's an emotional echo." I murmured, turning to Emily.

"It won't affect us, but you need to give us a day, we'll need to absorb it," I explained quickly, ignoring Emily's raised brow as I retook Richards hand and pulled him inside. "Come around tomorrow afternoon and I'll explain everything."

She looked baffled, concerned, and a little hurt but nodded all the same.

Pearl and Fleetfoot followed without a word and closed the door before anyone else could follow.

"Sorry Emily," I muttered. But as bad as I felt for shutting her out like that, my main concern was my mate. He was practically dead on his feet.

"Help me!" I gasped, struggling to hold him up as my strength suddenly began to leave me. "I can't…"

Pearl darted forwards and gave a small grunt as Richard landed on his back. My own legs wobbled but Fleetfoot's quick intervention caught me just in time to manoeuvre me to the sofa.

Richard was placed quickly beside me, the man's eyes closed and body motionless save for his breathing.

"Richard," I panted, suddenly feeling like I'd ran a marathon. "Honey…"

I put my hand under his head and tried to pull it onto my lap, but I had no strength and he was too heavy.

"My Queen, what's wrong?" Pearl asked, eyes darting from Richard to myself. "Are you well?"

"Tired," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "I don't know why, I should be fine for a few more days."

They looked at each other before Fleetfoot spoke up. "It has been a trying day your highness. And with what happened just now."

She stopped, looking to Pearl for help.

"Perhaps a rest isn't a bad idea, my Queen" he added, looking around the house carefully. "Fleetfoot and I will scope the house for traps and the like. Perhaps it would be good for you both to relax for a moment. You've been in danger all day, I'm not surprised our King passed out from the stress of it all."

'He didn't pass out from that…'

Sighing tiredly, I nodded and they left the front room quickly as they began to inspect the house.

"Perhaps a rest isn't a bad idea," I said quietly, looking at my mate and sighing again as I used everything I had to pull him over. Eventually I managed to get his head on my lap.

"Oh baby," I murmured, stroking his forehead gently. "Why is this happening to you? Why is this happening to us? Why couldn't that stupid cunt have left us alone?"

I leaned down and rested my head against his, and while uncomfortable, I needed the touch.

"I'm pregnant, we're having a child and I should be so happy," I continued, fighting back tears as the reality of our shitty situation truly hit me. "I just want to be with you. Just you and I in our hive with our baby. Why can't we have that, why?"

I got no response from my unconscious love.

Sighing, I continued to stroke his head and leaned back against the once quite familiar sofa, remembering the very last time we sat upon it.

"What about…you know, changing. Can I do that?" he asked.

"You…can," I replied slowly. "Eventually you can. Every mated being that could not use magic was able to after the change. Griffons could use their feathers as a conduit; I suspect you'll be able to use something to channel it now too…though I don't know what. I thought it'd be your hands, but I can sense no way for you to channel anything through them, so I'm unsure to be completely honest."

"I guess we'll figure it out later, one thing at a time right?"

I smiled happily and snuggled up next to him, enjoying the lovely scent he gave off. "One thing at a time, yes..."

It was a happier time, a time before Twilight and her twat of a Princess took that happiness away from us.

"We'll take it back one day, Richard," I whispered, eyes half closed as I smiled down at my sleeping mate. "Not today, not tomorrow but one day…one day we'll take it all back. We'll kill them both and leave this shitty city behind us for good."

'One day…'

Twilight Pov

I opened the huge door with a small spark of magic, smiling as they easily gave way to my power.

"Miss Sparkle, what exactly do you need me for?" Private Greenhorn asked.

Inwardly he irritated me greatly, but I gave him a big smile, nonetheless.

"Why, you're going to help me with something very important today," I replied, ignoring his frown. "Something that will perhaps make up for your blunder earlier. Princess Celestia wasn't very pleased with your rash decision with Richard and his…wife."

'Wife, she actually called herself his WIFE!'

The mere memory of that creature all but boasting who she was to Richard was enough to make me ill. But the pain in my mentors eyes drove that illness to righteous fury.

And then there was everything else she'd done. Princess Celestia had told me everything that had happened in the dome, everything.

I knew everything.

'All that creature as done is cause my mentor and Richard pain.' I ignored the look Private Greenhorn gave me as I stepped became rather angry. 'She turned him into a freak, gave him power that clearly controls him and has now trapped him with an unholy spawn. That's not to mention whatever she did to Princess Luna. I cannot remember the last time I saw Princess Celestia so upset! That creature is ruining all she touches!'

I opened the final door and gestured for the Private to walk inside.

'Well it all ends here,' I mused, smiling inwardly. 'Once my plan comes to fruition, Richard will be freed, Princess Celestia will have him all to herself and the survival of our species will be a complete certainty.'

As we entered, a cage came into view, a dark swirly mass of blackness quite still in the farthest corner of it.

I gestured towards a nearby cage. "If you would, Private."

Private Greenhorn looked from the cage to me, clearly frightened as he looked at its inhabitant. "You want me to go in there?"

"Obviously."

"But-"

"If you would hurry up, Private," I cut across, giving him a cold look. "Or do I need to fetch the Princess so you can explain your reluctance to her?"

He shook his head quickly and clammed up, swallowing audibly before he entered the cage. I moved away and walked over to my desk, overlooking the cage from a vantage point as I did so.

I watched with rapt attention as the Private moved further into the cage, the stallions eyes wide with fear as the dark mass turned towards him.

"Tell me Private," I called, smiling as I prepared my notes. "What do you see?"

Greenhorns eyes remained wide, his mouth agape and frustratingly silent.

"Private Greenhorn, what do you see?!" I asked again, a little louder this time. "Private!"

"It's that thing," he whispered, backing away. "It's him! He's going to kill me, let me OUT, LET ME OUT!"

I marvelled at how quickly the soldiers training seemed to vanish as he pounded away at the locked door. The fear in his eyes was all too real, and all too fascinating.

"Just a little longer, Private Greenhorn," I said soothingly, smiling as his terrified eyes met mine. "I need to make certain of its use before it is...well, used."

The dark mass was just that for me, a dark mass of nothing. It seemed that it only took the form of who you feared the most if you were close enough. It certainly seemed to be affecting the Private in any case.

'Note - Private Greenhorn has seemingly become a bit mad. It seems that being in the Trilumes presence for too long can affect one's sanity. Still I must be certain, and Private Greenhorn has failed Princess Celestia today.'

He was foaming at the mouth now, eyes so wide it almost hurt to watch. The noises coming from him were illegible, gargling nonsense.

...'Note- Private Greenhorn has stopped breathing. It seems that although the Trilume cannot physically hurt you, its presence can apparently cause enough fear to kill you. How fascinating...'

Still, Princess Celestia would likely not be happy about a dead soldier in her palace. So a few minutes and a quick jolt later, the panting Private Greenhorn was staring up at me with unbridled fear and rage.

"You let that thing kill me!" he screamed, staggering to his hooves as he tried and failed to move closer. "Are you insane?!"

"I simply needed to know the limits to what it can do," I explained, already dismissing his words as I began to mentally prepare the next test. "You are no longer needed, you may leave."

He didn't move a muscle, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at me stupidly.

"I said you may leave," I repeated softly, smiling at the otherwise drooling imbecile. "Do you require an escort?"

"You killed me," he whispered, flinching as I rolled my eyes.

"For a few moments, yes," I agreed, already bored of where this was going. "And now you are not. So if you would kindly leave, the door is over there."

"You're insane."

"And you've worn out my patience," I replied, my horn alight for the briefest of moments.

"What are you..."

The door opened and two male guards came in, both staring at the Private blankly.

"If you two would kindly take Private Greenhorn back to his barracks to collect his belongings," I began, gesturing to him. "And then remove him from the palace. It seems that Princess Celestia is most displeased with him, and therefore no longer requires him in her guard."

"No, wait you can't do this!" he cried, moving away from the oncoming guards. "You don't have the authority to fire me!"

I blinked, confused as I looked at the frantic stallion. "And why exactly do I not?"

He gave me a look, evidently confused. "Only the Princess can do so."

"I am the Princess's protage'," I explained slowly. "And you were given over to me for my use. Now that the use is fulfilled, I no longer require you and neither does she. Your usefulness has come to an end, Greenhorn."

I nodded to the guards and watched as they picked the struggling stallion up, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them.

'Finally, some quiet.'

I looked at the Trilume, its swirly blackness taking on some sort of shape as I neared it…

"As tempting as it is to know what you might be," I muttered, turning away with some effort. "I need to prepare the next test."

I thought for a moment…and smiled.

'I know exactly who to use next.'

And that's a wrap!

As I said before, sorry for the long wait. Hopefully, it won't take me months to chuck up the next chapter.

Cya, Stay Snuggly!