The Hands of Fate, a fire emblem fanfic

This is unlike most stories; if you wish to participate, you must read the rules and author's note.

Author's Note: I have long been a fan of Fire Emblem, to the point that I played pretty much all of the games, even before their U.S. exposure.

I find that I love the thrill of uncertainty that puts my darling soldiers at risk or raises them to love and glory.

With that stated, I will be performing an experiment that will bring a level of uncertainty and fun to everything in an otherwise stable narrative. (This is not CYOA!) You will see it demonstrated in this first chapter and can then determine if you want to be a part of it.

The Experiment Rules: For each significant social action and combat action, a D20 will be rolled to direct the way and tone in which I will write the part and the characters in it. There will be no bonus to rolls or anything that makes it excessively complex. It will be as is, and whatever comes, comes.

The rolls will be explained as follows.

1 – Dark Dragon's Curse: The character that rolls a 1 on any action will fail that action spectacularly and no longer need to roll for the chapter. Every action they would have rolled for will be considered "Barely Succeeded." If a character just so happens to roll this at the end of the chapter, it will carry over to the next.

2 - 4 – Failure: The character fails, but it is not catastrophic and will hopefully not affect too many other people in the process.

5 - 9 – Barely Succeeded: The character barely succeeds. May or may not result in consequences depending on what was done narratively.

10 - 14 – Succeeded: Everything according to plan, nothing to see here.

15 - 19 – Great Success: Whether hitting it off with a romantic interest or killing an enemy in style. The character makes it look easy and can help other characters struggling with their rolls if need be.

20 – Tiki's Blessing: The character that rolls a 20 on any action will succeed that action spectacularly and no longer need to roll for the chapter. Every action they would have rolled for will be considered a "Great Success." If a character just so happens to roll this at the end of the chapter, it will carry over to the next.

Audience Participation: I am breaking the rules of ff net for this, so w/e feel free to report me if you want, but at least hear me out first.

I will be choosing the first 4 students and what game they are from for the first of the "Three Houses."

You, dear readers, will choose the other two games and the students that occupy the other two houses.

A poll will go up on my profile shortly after this chapter goes live, determining the FE game the students will be from. After which, I will post another poll to decide the 4 students for each of the top two games with the most votes.

The highest male/female characters on the student poll will be central characters. Only 1 lord is allowed, and the student body of a house cannot be ALL girls or ALL boys. If nothing but girls are spammed, I will ignore waifus as I see fit, and choose at least one male character over them. Don't be greedy, or yours might be sacrificed on a whim.

I will also take the liberty of choosing characters I like to put on the poll and pruning the list to contain more popular characters/games so things are easier for me.

You are the hands of fate!: Should a character unquestionably die or fail devastatingly in combat. A poll will be erected after the chapter it happened in, allowing the readers to decide if they want to roll a heavily weighted d20 to save ONE character from certain doom. (If multiple die somehow lol!)

1 – 4 = Dead Forever. The hand of fate doth miss its mark.

5 – 19 = Revived with severe consequences. Your divine will is enacted, but the price paid by the mortal is life-altering.

20 = Revived with Tiki's Blessing and minor consequences. Through the aid of the ascended divine dragon, the favored champion returns ready.

Pick and choose when to use your powers wisely, though…. You only have three dice to expend, even if you fail the roll. Once that power is used, your divine intervention will no longer be possible.

Please enjoy the first chapter and see how this works on paper. As always, the more favs/follows it gets, the more attention I will give to this project over others because it demonstrates interest, and I only have so much time to write between medical treatments and the like.

The Emerald Jaguars.

Lady Lyndis sat quietly while the carriage bounced along the smooth dirt trail. The setting sun cast an orange glow along the fields of wheat that sat ripe for harvesting.

She had experienced much pain as of late, but this was the first time she felt some relief. Maybe it was the fact she was far from home, or perhaps that her great uncle Lundgren had stepped in to aid her recently ailing grandfather….

She wasn't sure at all, but even still, she was holding it together with grace.

Her parents died when she was fourteen, and she was surprisingly found by a boy in her grandfather's service and then whisked away to Caelin. It took some getting used to, but her relationship with Marquies Hausen had grown strong in the year she'd spent there.

Still, as a nomad who once lived on the plains of Sacaea, her great uncle insisted on her learning skills outside of being a "vagabond."

Lyn took great offense to the sentiment but relented when her grandfather asked her to do it. Now, after much travel, she was but a stone's throw away from the prestigious Garreg Mach Monastery.

A place renowned for rewarding both talent and opulent wealth alike. It was one of the few places that even allowed the peasantry to study among the nobles.

Lyn knew she was here by the might of coin, but deep inside, she still saw herself as a plainswoman.

"…"

As she was lost in thought, she was jolted roughly by the sudden stopping of the fancy carriage. Looking around, she noticed the monolith of a monastery looming overhead, making her wonder how she'd missed it in the first place.

Before she could even open the wooden door to the carriage, it swung open, to her sudden surprise.

(D12) Standing before her was the orange-haired boy who had accompanied her from Caelin. Polite and even-tempered, he held the door for her so she could remove herself.

"Milady, Lyndis…. We have arrived at our destination. My instruction was to gather your things and bring them to your quarters…."

(D8) Lyn was somewhat reserved. She could barely get used to her time in the palace, and this "Kent" was so overbearing with politeness that she was uncertain how to react.

Even still, it was practically an open secret that he was a peasant from the farmlands who'd lucked his way into working for the Marquis. This tidbit about him was what brought a sense of comfort to her. As she was, he was someone who lived off the land at one point.

"…."

Removing herself quietly, she did not try to stop him from grabbing her bags despite how full his arms were with his own. Perhaps it was her inner struggle, but her self-confidence and self-assertiveness were replaced by meekness and resignation.

Unable to even thank the driver of the carriage, she followed Kent while in her own little world. Though this place was impressive and awe-inspiring, Lyn found her eyes unable to be cast anywhere but the ground.

"…."

…

(D19) By the time the two reached the girl's sleeping quarters by their drop-off point, Kent had easily noticed how distracted and down Lyn seemed. Eventually, it bothered him enough to speak out of turn in hopes of easing her mind.

"Are you alright, Milady? I understand I am but a servant, but even still, my ear is always available to you, should you require it."

(D4) Lyn could not resist responding, so she irritably responded to him. "You are no servant to me, Kent…. You know as well as I, you will be a student here also. So, why not stop acting as stiff as a reanimated corpse, please?"

Kent merely looked at her but felt pretty good despite her irritability. Instead of acting strict, he decided to do as she requested and loosen slightly, no matter how inappropriate he thought his actions might be internally.

"Well…. My apologies, Lady Lyndis…. I intended to not be so ill-behaved around you, because this is an opportunity I cannot squander. Fortune has led me here, and I merely fear losing it."

"…."

(D11) His words proved greatly effective on her, and she merely nodded quietly after a brief thought. "I am…. sorry, Kent…. I just have much on my mind…. Please act in a way that is comfortable for you."

Her apology made him smile, and he stood up straight while holding his bag after leaving hers. "Indeed, thank you, Milady! I shall go to my room and unpack…. Should you need me, I shall be a stone's throw away…."

"…."

…

After Kent had left, Lyn was more at peace. Not because he upset her but because his words put his behavior into perspective.

She was only aware of some circumstances that led him here. She was aware he went from mere recruit to gaining the Marquis' favor overnight.

It was Kent who had heard Hausen's call to find her due to a letter from her departed mother, and he had left the bustle of the city to scour the pains like so many others.

He'd luckily found her within a fortnight and, with polite explanations, convinced her to come with him. While she would have been fine on her own, even at her age. What convinced her to leave was the prospect of family.

From there, it was only a few nights' travel to Caelin. Upon arrival, Kent was awarded a generous monthly stipend and an opportunity to raise his station indefinitely.

"…."

Thinking on it all now, she realized that she didn't know Kent outside of his motivation, and perhaps that was for the best.

He could use her to make his own life more prosperous, as it appeared he was doing at this moment, and she could have him help her get through this schooling quickly to return home to her grandfather and great-uncle in short order.

…

Unpacking her things proved easy, as her brain shut off during the process. Once it was done, though, she had to admire the fanciness of her quarters.

She might have much preferred the beauty of nature, but the softness of her expensive bed was enough to get her to appreciate her new station.

With an exhale, she was about to flop down, not wishing to do anything other than sleep. However, it was quickly interrupted by knocking at her door.

She pondered not answering it but then realized it might be someone important. Unfortunately for her, it indeed was not, and now she was face to face with another girl she'd never seen before.

"…"

(D13) Lyn changed her demeanor to take on a more social one. Even if she wanted to sulk or rest, she was cognizant that this was one of the allies assigned to her house.

"Hello?" Lyn spoke.

(D4) The pink-haired girl shook her head and seemed immediately unable to contain her arrogance. "Oh! Is that any type of greeting I deserve to get from a presumed lord? Pfft…."

Lyn blinked and was almost instantly annoyed. She had neither the time nor inclination to participate in this, so she merely muttered the question that needed answering.

"Uhm… Who are you?"

The girl looked frustrated and responded in a forthcoming manner. "My name is Serra, noble from Etruria, and a prodigy when it comes to the teachings of St. Elimine. I'd come baring greetings because I had heard another noble just arrived, but unfortunately, all I find here is you."

Lyn glared, but it was entirely lost on Serra. Already, she was highly vexed with the cleric but maintained her neutral tone and ignored her comment. "Well, I am the granddaughter of Marquis Hausen of Cailin…. Who did you say your family was?"

Serra waved her hand and shut her eyes. "That is not important right now… What is important is that you know who I am and understand that it is quite the privilege to be in the same house as me."

Lyn was floored; her ego was bottomless, so she shook her head. "I am tired, so I am going to get rest…. We will see one another in the morning…."

Her attempt to escape was still lost on Serra, so Serra just commented absent-mindedly. "Ah, yes, beauty sleep! You will need quite a bit to be on par with me if such a thing were possible. Ta-ta~!"

Lyn watched her walk away, and deep inside, she felt she already knew why Serra was there. Because wherever she came from desperately wanted to be rid of her.

"…."

With the door once again shut, Lyn collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes. There was no time for anything else, not even time to undress….

As she sank into the lush and comfy bed, she was carried ever closer to sleep, her mind thinking about what tomorrow would bring and what new students she would meet once the other houses arrived.

…

Kent was quietly unpacking his things, admiring the well-kept décor of the room to which he was given. He was not personally used to such pleasantries but was willing to indulge in them to the fullest if presented with the opportunity.

As he began neatly organizing everything, he was struck with disbelief that he was actually here…. To think that he had barely the nerve to come and that it was Sain of all people who convinced him to do so.

Sain was always pushing for Kent to go here and would gladly joke at his expense when it came to Lady Lyndis. Still, as gorgeous as he found Lyn, he kept it to himself, even if he knew part of him was coming here just to be near her.

"…."

Eventually, the room was organized, and Kent exhaled, satisfied with the look. Taking off his shirt, he sat on the bed and just calmly stared at himself in the mirror.

"…."

He was happy to be here but still worried for his mother. Sain had promised to visit her on the farm and keep tabs on her, but knowing that rapscallion, Sain was just as likely to try and become his stepfather as he was to aid her.

Still, despite that, Kent was grateful for his friend, not just for helping his sick mother but for encouraging him to put his talents where they might best be suited. It seemed Sain truly believed in him, and he felt a debt owed for such care.

After staring, Kent kicked his boots off and lay on his back to rest his body, sleep inevitably overtaking him.

…

In the morning, Kent arose and was quick to prepare. Extremely prudent, he was at Lyn's door before sunup and already banging on her door.

(D16) "Lady Lyndis? Are you awake? It is time to rise."

(D18) Lyn could hear Kent's chipper voice through the door and then stretched out with a yawn.

"Just a moment…" She said groggily.

Taking a second, she noticed she was still in her clothes from yesterday. Despite that, she seemed undisturbed by that fact and opened her door.

"Ah! There you are, Milady! I have come to ensure you are ready for breakfast and meet with the archbishop."

Lyn smiled and rubbed her eyes. Rest had done wonders, and her head felt way clearer than the night before. Even Kent seemed to be utterly refreshed.

"Thanks, Kent…. I uhm… Do you know where to go for breakfast?"

Kent seemed sheepish and then responded calmly. "Well, uhm, I was kind of hoping you did."

Lyn was not upset or angry and merely laughed, seeing him get flustered. It was uncharacteristic of him, that was for sure.

While the two pondered how to get to where they wanted, Serra called loudly to the both of them.

(D9) "Hey, you two! What are you doing just standing around there!? You need to hurry up and get me fed!"

Kent and Lyn just stared at each other; it was like they could read one another's thoughts in that moment. After a light sigh from Kent, Lyn spoke.

"We are going to find out where to eat, you are… Erm…. Welcome to join us if you please."

Serra padded over with a grin and spoke with barely more reservation than she did the other night. "Indeed, I shall allow you to lead me to my banquet. It would seem the chauffeur has lost their way!"

As Lyn looked at Kent again, he seemed perplexed. It was evident to them that she did not even know where she was, let alone her place in it.

Still, both were in such a relaxed state they easily tolerated her and began to search for the place to eat.

…

The three wandered casually, enjoying the sights as they grew accustomed to the monastery grounds. Eventually, they found the entrance hall; from there, it was easy to locate the main dining hall.

The rooms were mostly empty, save for some cooking staff that gladly served the first arriving students. Once the three had taken their place and began to eat, they began to feel slightly awkward upon realizing that this was it. They were schoolmates.

"…"

(D3) Serra was eating her food, and true to her nature, she was quick to push the boundaries beyond acceptability.

"What's up with him?" Serra asked as Kent ate his breakfast neatly.

(D3) Kent quickly wiped his mouth with his napkin and spoke to her annoyedly. He had to listen to her babbling all the way here, and yet, she persisted.

"Pardon? How have I offended you? I am simply enjoying my breakfast."

Kent was trying to return to his usual demeanor, but Serra was difficult to deal with consistently.

Serra placed her fork down, looked at him as if he were pitiable, and then spoke. "Surely, you have something to be cleaning? I find it odd a servant shares the table with two of his betters."

(D4) The conversation between the two angered Lyn and the whole mood was brought down.

Kent instantly became quiet and reserved, and then he got up and grabbed his food. He was not insulted, though accepting that this was inappropriate of him.

"…"

As Lyn watched, she felt terrible inside and decided it would be worth trying to get him to sit with them still.

(D11) "Kent, please ignore her…. We do not have time for this, especially when we have an important person to meet soon."

Kent looked at her, and it seemed her desperate attempt had, at the very least, got him to stay with the group. Though he remained silent from then on.

(D1 Cursed. Holy shit, Serra, LMFAO!) Serra stood up and scoffed at the two of them. She would not sit with peasants and certainly would not be ignored. She grabbed her food and stormed off loudly.

(D5) Lyn was at her wit's end already, so she let her move off without a fight. Both Kent and Lyn had a strong distaste for Serra now, and it set a bad tone for their future endeavors working together.

"…."

…

By the time Lyn and Kent were on the move, Serra was already missing. They secretly didn't care she was gone, but both did worry about how showing up with only two members of their house would reflect upon them as they met with Archbishop Rhea.

"…"

Taking the time to ask a monastery guard where to audience with the archbishop, they were quickly on their way to the second floor of the academy and the audience chamber.

Once there, Kent and Lyn were surprised to see Serra waiting. They expected her to just not show, but to her credit, she seemed to understand that upsetting an archbishop would not be wise.

(D20 Blessed.) Kent was first to approach, and much to Lyn's surprise, he spoke to Serra openly. He seemed to have done thinking on their brief walk and decided enough was enough.

"I just wanted to say, Lady Serra, that I apologize. I am indeed a servant, and I did not consider your feelings when attempting to get near you. I want to work together despite my previous insolence.

(D14) Lyn watched as Kent threw himself under the bus, but she approved of his attempt. Even though Serra refused to speak, her expression softened, and she seemed more at ease.

"…"

(D3) As the three stood, they were greeted by a man who seemed overworked and who had a stern look about him. Eyeing the three, he appeared displeased and eventually chastised them.

"You have finally made it. I trust that you will not make a habit of being late? You arrived at the monastery before the other students but were tardy when greeting myself and Archbishop Rhea."

(D18) Lyn immediately understood that she must apologize for being late and spoke level-headedly.

"Forgive me, Sir. We have never been to these grounds before, and the size is intimidating and confusing."

The man eyed her and seemed to nod in slight approval to her explanation. "Very well, you may call me Seteth. I am assistant to Archbishop Rhea and am tasked with keeping you in line should you break the rules and fail your obligations."

(Blessed) Kent kept his mouth shut, sensing that Lyn had done her job. He stood presentable and pristine, looking like an obedient and faithful student.

As Seteth eyed him, he smiled at the demeanor and slightly praised him. "Here, I see we have somebody with utter respect for their surroundings. I should hope your academics are as presentable as your posture."

(Cursed.) Serra seemed to still be hurting inside but could barely keep her anger down. Unfortunately, though, what she couldn't keep down was Serra herself.

"Late? I was early! It was the two of them that were late! A noble cleric such as myself wouldn't dream of upsetting the archbishop."

Seteth appeared unamused and shook his head. "Lords come here every day, so your station means very little. As well, if others in your house are late, you are late."

Serra quieted down, even if she wanted to argue more. Seteth, having seen her eagerness to be combative, simply turned away and demanded they follow.

"I haven't the time for children's games. Her holiness is waiting…."

With that said, the three were ushered into the grand audience chamber to meet the head of all of Garreg Mach.

…

The room was opulent and definitely befitting someone of her stature. Seteth joined her side and remained motionless as Rhea walked forward to look over the three.

(D15) Having eyed Lyn, Kent, and Serra. Rhea smiled brightly to welcome them in a friendly tone. "Ah, and you are the new students I was told would come to grace my presence this morning."

With that said, Kent was the first to speak up.

(Blessed.) "And an honor it is Milady. We humbly ask forgiveness for our tardiness."

Kent's politeness was such an asset that Lyn and Serra had the benefit of looking good in his company, even should they find their civility lacking for such a prestigious person.

(D19) Lyn confidently bowed and then followed Kent's mannerisms. "Indeed, we are humbled by your presence and do apologize deeply for holding you up."

Rhea was overjoyed and then looked at Serra, who had been quiet and seemed standoffish.

Kent and Lyn were sweating, knowing that if somebody was going to upset Rhea. It would be Serra….

(20 Blessed.) Rhea eyed the young girl and was perceptive enough to see her anger. Knowing that, she reached out her arms and spoke calmly.

"What is troubling you, dear child?"

(Cursed.) Serra frowned and then spoke her mind boldly as she ever did. "I was sent here as a prestigious cleric of St. Elimine, and I find the lack of deference appalling, both from my house and this monastery…"

Seteth looked enraged but knew better than to interrupt Rhea when she was speaking with students.

Rhea just nodded calmly and responded. "Indeed, then, do you wish to be expelled from here? To return home? Then, I shall grant you this…."

Serra looked crushed and unsure of what to do. She seemed horrified at the prospect of being thrown out, and her mouth was getting her nowhere fast.

(D13) Lyn watched with little glee. She hated to see the pain on Serra's face, but ultimately, recognized it was Serra who had brought this on herself.

(Blessed.) Kent was quiet at first but then decided to speak out of turn to Rhea. "Forgiveness, Milady…. Your Holiness…. I would please ask you to reconsider."

Serra cast her eyes on the floor while Rhea's gaze fixed on Kent.

"Do tell me, if she is ungrateful to be here, then why shouldn't someone else take her place?"

Kent was nervous but then responded outwardly confident nonetheless. "This place is new to us, and adjustment needs to be made…. My mother always told me that to truly appreciate something, time is a requirement."

Rhea was still smiling, then turned her attention to Lyn.

"And do you feel the same?"

Lyn looked at her, and it was about now that she realized Kent was right to stand up for Serra. They might not get along with her much, but if they were already in-fighting, it would simply spell doom for their house academically.

"Yes…. It has been wholly new to me as well. Please allow us time."

As Serra stood stunned, she felt a sense of appreciation, even if small.

"…."

Rhea inevitably placed her hands together and began clapping. "Indeed, I would never expel a student in such an uncouth manner…. However, I do like to see the students who come to the aid of their classmates. It captures the spirit of the monastery and those that worship the goddess Sothis herself."

Rhea turned away from them and spoke again. "Perhaps you are the three best suited for our last-minute arrival. After speaking with you, I sense you are tolerant enough to help her who needs it."

Lyn, Kent, and Serra did not speak and waited for Rhea to finish her thought. Eventually, Rhea looked at Seteth and issued a command.

"Seteth, please bring in Nino…. I feel that this is the place she belongs…."

With a quick nod, Seteth was off, leaving Rhea to explain.

Rhea turned and held her hands before herself, then spoke. "Normally, it is a long process to be accepted to study here and even more of an oddity to become a student when taken into the monastery for care."

With a pause, Rhea paced and then continued. "You see, not but a few days before your arrival, we'd taken in an orphan. We have no qualms with feeding the poor and giving them a home here, but this one stands out as exceptionally bright and magically gifted despite her young age."

(D14) Lyn seemed fine with this immediately and gladly accepted her. "Well, I look forward to her arrival…"

(Blessed.) Kent agreed with the sentiment and spoke calmly. "Yes, it would be our pleasure to add her strength to ours."

(Cursed.) Serra looked on in disbelief but could keep some of her forwardness in check. Having been defended by both Kent and Lyn earlier. "Another peasant…. Well, if it is to be so…."

It didn't take long for Seteth to return with a green-haired girl in toe. Upon seeing her, it became evident she was younger than the rest of the group.

Standing beside Rhea, Rhea spoke about Nino before allowing her to introduce herself.

"This child is blessed and, despite her illiteracy, knows several incantations. It is because of these factors that I seek to educate her. To let such gifts go to waste would be painful…."

Kent nodded and spoke first in an unthreatening manner. "Good morning to you, Miss Nino. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance…. I am Kent."

(D17) Lyn nodded and chimed in as Nino looked at the group. "I am Lyn. It is nice to meet you."

Serra sighed and then said her piece. "Well, I am Serra, noble cleric and a gorgeous lady of exquisite refinement."

(D10) Nino smiled and seemed somewhat excited. Surveying the group, her gaze stopped on Lyn, and she finally spoke. "Nice to meet you! I-I am grateful you are going to help me learn."

Nino was both elated and obviously nervous. However, she was uninhibited in joining them in their joyous union.

With the four students together, Rhea was beyond pleased and considered this introduction over.

"I thank you for coming to see me and accepting Nino with grace…. I implore you to now explore the monastery to the fullest and prepare yourselves for the arrival of the other students. Classes will begin before you know it…."

With her words spoken, Lyn thanked Rhea as the group headed into the hallway.

…

Once together, and relieved to not be under the eyes of the archbishop. They all sighed in relief, and then Serra slipped away to avoid the awkwardness of having to thank anybody.

"…"

Lyn and Kent looked at Nino, and she merely smiled back before speaking.

(D10) "Well, thank you for accepting me! I am sooo happy to be a part of your group! I-I promise I will not slow you down."

(D9) Lyn was uncertain if that were true but was able to couch her skepticism in a friendly tone. "Well, we shall see… We have a few days to prepare, likely. So, we should make the most of it."

Nino beamed and stood tall. She was genuinely kind and lighthearted. "Great! Just tell me how I can help!"

(Blessed.) Kent grinned and then spoke. "Well, we were told to look around. Why don't you do that with Lyn and I?"

Lyn looked at Kent and responded quickly to the offer. "We should… though, what shall we do with Serra?"

Kent thought and then spoke. "We can speak to her when she is in a better mood. For now, I say we treat exploration like our duty, as it will allow us to know what we need to do and where."

There was an agreement with Lyn, and Nino seemed like she would jump off a bridge if Kent suggested it. Either way, the three of them spent the rest of midday exploring until evening.

With an understanding of the grounds and their house assembled, if not slightly fractured, all that was left to do was prepare for other students' arrival."

Wrap-Up: This was way more fun than I thought, especially when Serra kept rolling low numbers. I was laughing as I wrote her scenes. The fate of this chapter was indeed to make Serra insane and ornery.

For those wondering why I chose Blazing Blade and the characters I did. I chose Blazing Blade because while I played the games before it on emulators and the like. The support system and characterization in the game was the first time I had ever become addicted to Fire Emblem and beat it repeatedly.

I chose Kent because I read he was one of the least popular characters in the game via polls. I will enjoy seeing where he leads me and how the "hands of fate" will treat him should he fall.

Lyn, Nino. Come on, I need them here.

Serra. I needed a crazy person that makes me laugh, and Sain's brand of crazy bores me after a while. Serra is amusingly delusional.

To head off reviews at the pass. I made it 4 students per house because 4 is already a lot that I have to write. Hell, with the 3 houses, that is 12 people plus extras. I write good characters. I know that much, but if I am stretched thin, they will suck more.

Anyway…

If you want more of this insanity, you should at least follow so you know when the student poll goes up.

Look forward to seeing who is interested. If nobody is, I at least had fun writing this chapter.