Chapter Nineteen

….

"Oft game of shadows and deals are made,

in the darkness where secrets are laid.

Of love and heart and purpose dear,

of broken souls, soft as pear.

For in the darkness is laid away,

secrets where the sun holds no sway..

…..

Annuminas, Capital of Arnor

Maedhros' boots barely makes any sound as he walks through the private halls of Annuminas heading towards the royal gallery of the king of Arnor. It is bright and early and he can see through Annuminas' glass roof above the sun slowly making an appearance blazing in the heavens.

Suffice it to say that the evening beforehand is one full of success and a bit of confusion for him. Success in the former being that his retinue had successfully held themselves obedient and at bay despite the rather rowdy crowd of nobles and higher ups of Arnor rather being pompous as he predicted.

The Dunedain of Arnor might be well-behaved and upheld themselves in a modicum of courtesty and nobility as their lineage demanded them to be, but at the end of the day, they were still men. Thus after a few glasses were drunk and the party went late into the night, the nobles as humans of this medieval age were wont to do started their bragging and chest puffing in front of their elven guests. More than once Maedhros had espied an elf of his retinue biting their own cheek as the humans boast around how their kingdom was the greatest and the best thing next only to gold. Thankfully the nobles managed to retain enough political common sense not to flirt around too much with the She-Elves in his retinue. Those that did were dragged away by sober guards watching over the party. It seemed that the King of Arnor expected such an event and ordered beforehand that anything that might damage the opinion of the Elves at Arnor be pulled away.

The confusing part of the party however was the actions of Fleur. It caught Maedhros totally by surprise when Fleur offered that performance of a dance with Auriel. Of course the dance was sublime with the two being as beautiful as the stars in the night. Add the fact that the two were both expert dancers and prompting little Maedhros down his breeches to stand itself in attention. He had to put a silent freezing spell down below to keep himself disciplined.

However for that one second,Maedhros felt Fleur use mind magic. He had not acted then planning to ask Fleur when they get back to their quarters about it. However Fleur retired early and when he arrived at their shared room, she was already asleep. Thus he did not bother her about it. Before he can confront her about in the morning though, he was summoned here by Earendur for a private meeting.

"And this is where the real negotiations begin about the agreement of both Arnor and Gondolin,"thought Maedhros as he reaches an oaken door with the symbol of the winged crown on it. It is just like his old world, the Harry part of his soul remembers. Public spectacles might be given but it is in the backroom at the shadows where the real deals are made.

"Please enter, the king is ready for you now," the steward says gesturing for Maedhros to continue without him.

The solar is a lot more different than what Maedhros expected (or accustomed to be ). Unlike his solar back at Gondolin, there is no opulent design or anything that screams extravagance as he enters the King of Arnor's personal room. There are tidbits all over the place in display. Scrolls containing ancient elvish runes and books, a lot of books. Two guards are stationed over three empty archways carrying torches while a servant tends to the fire of the fireplace at the side warding off the cold.

There however at the side sitting in a small stool with a table containing fresh fruits overlooking the archways is the King of Arnor. Unlike last night he is not dressed in resplendent royalty robes but black and brown cotton that leans more to comfortability than opulence unlike last night. His crown is also missing revealing his long hair of silvery-white that falls at his shoulders like a sheet.

"Ah Envoy Hugin, my apologies to disturb your rest so early in the morning but this is one of the few past times that I can enjoy before my duty as king calls me again. I thought it would be a good thing to talk to you about the future of our two countries with no one bothering us,"

"It is no issue Lord King," replies Maedhros sitting on the stool at the side of King Earendur.

"Fruit?"

"Thank you," Maedhros replies taking a bite out of a pear from the bowl that the King waves at him.

There is silence for a while as the King of Arnor returns his attention to Lake Hevendim at the view outside the open archway. Maedhros has to admit that he likes the setting. it is very different from the one of Gondolin whose sunrise is that of the Blue Mountains whose white peaks blaze like torches in the sunlight every morning. He sure does miss the calling of the silver trumpets however greeting the sun.

"So peaceful and majestic this city is. King Elendil of Numenor built this city and country out of exile. I am the eighth of that generation to defend and care for this city and home of the Dunedain. I have faced many challenges both from within and from without. Now I am faced with a conundrum that no Arnorian King before me had faced except for Elendil himself, an Elven Kingdom at my borders,"

"It is no different from having Rivendell so close to your borders your majesty," points out Maedhros.

"Rivendell is a known entity Envoy. The Elves of Rivendell have placed themselves to be beyond reproach time and time again since the ancient days of Arnor. They are also lesser than us even though they have great warriors of renown among them. Unlike your kingdom Envoy, yours have a territory and resources that makes it on par with my kingdom,"

"Do you view us as a threat then King Earendur?" asks Maedhros earning him a bark of laughter from the old king.

"Oh by the Valar no. The Elves have stood with us against the darkness many times and I count the Eldar as worthy of Arnor's friendship. I might not feel enmity against your kingdom envoy but I do express my wariness of it. You are simply an unknown entity and I worry about the future of my kingdom for it,"

"And I suppose you have a proposition for me your majesty, to solve this issue between our two kingdoms?" points out Maedhros.

A satisfied grin appears on the face of the old king. "You are a sharp one Hugnin of Gondolin, I give you that. You are right in a way. I might be accepting of the presence of the Kingdom of Gondolin beside ours and so does many of my nobles. However for the others, and the vast majority of the people that I rule, you are in the least strangers. Not all are as accepting of the Eldar as the remnants of Numenor are. They view your kind as outlandish and fickle. I propose that you do something that would make them at ease with the knowledge of your presence like the Elves of Rivendell,"

"And how so are you proposing that we do that King Earendur?" asks Maedhros already getting a feel into what the King of Arnor is asking of them.

"A united service or a joint cooperation between my men and that of yours. The Elves of Rivendell earned their goodwill by fighting so long ago side by side with the people of Arnor at the battle of the Lasts Alliance. I propose the same way but only in a lesser way since we don't exactly have battles in this time of peace,"

"Alright, I'll hear you out on this one King Earendur. What service do you ask of the Elves of Gondolin?" asks Maedhros.

"One that your kind can help me solve," says the King focusing to return his eyes back to the view of the Lake Hevendim. "Up North something is terrorizing outlying towns and villages. However every time that my men arrive at the scene, they find no bodies but only signs of struggle and fighting. I thought at first that it is just a pack of Orcs or Goblins but they never take bodies. I fear that it may be something magical in nature and one that you Elves might know about. I originally planned to ask the Elves of Rivendell to look into it but now that you're here, this is an opportunity to good to pass up,"

"I understand your majesty, and if we ever find the source of this murders and attacks? What then?" asks Maedhros.

"Then you get rid of it, simple as that," says the old king with a sigh. "So will you take this request from me Envoy?"

"Your majesty, it would be a genuine pleasure," grins Maedhros taking another apple from the king's bowl.

…..

Visitors Quarters Area of Arnor

Auriel paces back and forth on the room like a caged tiger. Never before in her entire life had she ever felt fear like she did yesterday. Auriel is no student of magic, but her nature as one of llluvatar's Firstborn makes her more than aware when someone is diving into her mind. She can a hundred percent say that last night, the Everqueen of Gondolin had dived into her head and managed to unearth her deepest secrets, and the forbidden ones.

More than anything, she wants to leave and make a run for it back to Minas Tirith where she might take refuge and away from the queen's wrath. However she is still loyal to his majesty and leaving immediately after such a feast and negotiations would damage the diplomatic ties that her king is making with the here she is now ready and packing wearing her armor, waiting only for the changing of the guard of the humans before she makes a run for it. She has seen their guard patterns, and she has already memorized them. She has a brief window and she needs to take advantage of it.

She winces though as she remembers the things that the Everqueen managed to peek into her mind. There is no lie there. Auriel has grown up with Maedhros though probably for him, she is just another face of his childhood friends when they're growing. She knows him before he even becomes the King Who Was and Who is. Back then, she knows him just as Maedhros, her snot-nosed friend who gets into trouble always with his mother. She has always known deep inside her heart that her friend is her fea mate. She expects him to feel the same, even when he became the King of Gondolin. That is the reason why she struggles so much to put herself in a situation where she would be recognized to be in a position of honor. It would be shameful after all for the King of Gondolin to marry a commoner with nothing to her name, fea mate or not. Then of course their closeness as both of them reaches their majority. Auriel has always assumed that her friend is just being dense into not proposing to her during their many dances, walks and even countryside escapades. Now here she is, broken hearted and feeling incomplete as her fea mate binds himself to another. It almost rips her inside when she heard the news. Thus to protect herself, she becomes cold around him. She cannot bear to see him with someone else when her very soul is crying out to him.

The sound of knocking nearly makes Auriel jump off her skin as she is brought back to the present.

"Who is it?" she calls out loudly.

There is silence for a while making Auriel wonder if it is any of the human servants or other members of her retinue when a voice she dreads answer out.

"You know who it is," the drawl of the Everqueen sounds out turning Auriel's heart into ice.

Immediately Auriel is lunging for her sheathed sword hanging from the side of her bed. She never reaches it though. The door explodes sending wooden shards everywhere. Auriel barely has time to jump down beneath the bed as the splinters go soaring above impaling themselves on the wall.

"My lady what are you doing?" screeches Auriel in panic as the form of Fleur enters the room. Unlike Auriel she is not wearing armor but rather a white dress that bares her bare arms, her shoulders and her chest showing off her ample cleavage. There is no mistake however that she is beautiful as she is dangerous. Her aura is so suffocating that Auriel can barely breathe through it.

"Getting rid of my competition," the answer from the Everqueen is like hearing two voices at once making Auriel move as she realizes icicles growing on her boots. She has to leave the boots though making her barefoot as she waltzes through the bed to where her sword is.

She barely has time to grab it before she is forced to parry with her blade the fireball going at her direction that would have scorched her. The heat is so intense that the sheathe melts and Auriel has to strap off her armor as the metal begins to increase in temperature resulting to it biting through her skin.

"My, my with a body like that no wonder you are so confident on seducing my husband," Fleur sweetly comments looking at Auriel now dressed in nothing but her body stocking that she wears beneath her armor while going barefoot.

"My lady, I swear to the Valar that I am not seducing his majesty in any kind of way," reasons out Auriel as she levels her sword in a defense posture. She is trapped in her own room with no way of escape with Fleur standing on the door. The windows are a death sentence since it leads to a free-fall that ends up on the sharp crags of the side of Annuminas of Lake Hevendim.

"Liar!" Auriel yelps as she is forced to parry another fireball that scorches her through its scattering embers. She is not given the time to assess the damage though as another fireball takes her attention.

"I have seen your mind. You are the soul mate of my husband. You will be the one to take him from me!" snarls Fleur increasing the fireballs that Auriel frantically parries. She can feel her fingers blistering from holding the burning sword and she is sure that her bodysuit is nothing but tatters now. However she knows that she must not let up. If she gets distracted even one second, she would die by immolation.

She never sees the hand that appears through the haze of red and flames that grabs her by the throat and slamming her to the wall. Auriel realizes that her bodysuit is almost non-existent already with the rough bite of the stone kissing her skin.

"My queen, please," chokes out Auriel as she struggles with the hand clutching her throat. Fleur is half a head taller than her and she is leveraging it now as she hangs Auriel mid-air with her hand.

"Such a poor fighting spirit, and you presume to be able to stand with the King," tsked Fleur.

Auriel is more than aware that the one she is facing is the Everqueen of Gondolin, her queen and liege. However for the life of her, she doesn't understand why for one moment, just for one moment. All the rage, frustration and anger that she's feeling with the loss of her fea mate to someone else overtakes her common sense.

With a snarl and a battle cry that surprises even herself, Auriel kicks with her legs at the collar bone of the Everqueen making Fleur gasp as she drops her hold on Auriel who coughs out. Immediately common sense brings her to her senses and Auriel is horrified as she looks at Fleur who is sporting a rather nasty bruise just above her cleavage.

"My queen, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't mean it to-," Auriel is silenced with a flick of a finger of Fleur. Immediately white spider silks bind her arms and legs making Auriel hop once or twice before falling bodily at the bed unable to move. Even her mouth is covered with spider silks.

"There is the fire I'm looking for," purrs Fleur approaching her trapped form making Auriel wiggle at the bed in fear as the Everqueen stalks her form like a wolf before looming over her. She can feel herself sweating despite the cold air of Arnor.

A hand touches her cheek making Auriel flinch despite the gentle and delicate touch.

"So beautiful and so fiery," Auriel gazes as Fleur licks her own lips looking at Auriel like a food she want to devour before leaning to whisper to her ear.

"Contrary to your belief little warrior, I am not evil and I am not here to kill you. I cannot let you go free however on your own since you pose a risk to my relationship with my husband. Quite the quandary isn't it?" Auriel just sweats as Fleur lets off a tinkling laugh before continuing.

"I am someone that likes to collect beautiful things Lady Auriel. And luckily for you, you are extremely beautiful. So, it occurs to me that instead of pushing you away where you can be of problems to me; or offing you that I'm sure my husband would be rather miffed about and would disadvantage Gondolin as a whole, I said to myself: "Why not keep you in a place where I'm sure I could make sure you never be of problem to me but at the same time grant you the desire of your heart?"

Auriel can feel her heart beating as Fleur with a flick of her fingers remove the bindings on Auriel's lips. The head of the First Expeitionary Group yelps as without warning soft lips meet hers. She can feel an aura enveloping her mind overriding her basic impulse to push away at the realization that she's kissing another elleth, and not just any elleth at that, but the Everqueen of Gondolin herself. It feels so wrong but also so right. She has never kissed anyone in her entire life and the lips of the queen of Gondolin is just so soft, tasting like the finest of the Elderberries wine served in the courts of the Tower of the King. Before she knows it, she is reciprocating the kiss giving herself willingly to the Everqueen.

"There you are," the queen remarks as they both stop for air. Auriel squeaks as she realizes that her bindings have been removed and she is in her ruined bodysuit showing patches of skin through the tears. She blushes hard as she also comes to the added realization that she has been shamefully groping and kissing her liege. Somehow all the anger and resentment she holds for the queen are gone.

"My queen I-," Auriel starts to protest but are silenced by a slender finger that touches her lips.

"Shhh beautiful one," the Everqueen smiles at her. "You want to be with my husband. I can give you that, but I come with that gift. No negotiations. However you would not stand as queen but a concubine, lesser than me, a second wife, can you accept that?"

Normally Auriel would never agree to be second fiddle to anyone. She has her own pride as an elleth and a warrior to booth. This has never happened before in the history of her people. However she is also pragmatic. She knows that compared to the Everqueen, she is nothing both in power and in beauty. If she says no to this deal, she would be dooming herself to a life of solitude and loneliness, a leaf in the wind. That is not that Fleur would surely hunt her down. The Everqueen would suffer no rivals she cannot control.

"Besides, would it be so bad not to be in a relationship with the Everqueen also?" her mind betrayingly thinks. For some reason she really likes that brief touch of intimacy that her liege has given her. She wants more of it and she hates herself for thinking that. Her body however and her mind disagrees.

This is the best deal she can get. She can form her fea bond with her intended and at the same time continue to serve in her current position without fear of reprisal from the Everqueen. It's not as if Auriel wants to be queen anyway, she's a free soul and she prefers the open spaces and forests of Minas Tirith than the bureaucracy and office demands of Gondolin proper.

And it's not as if she has a choice at the moment.

"I accept that my queen," says Auriel in acceptance finally earning her a beautific smile from the queen that is as bright as the morning and sending her heart beating a hundred beats a minute.

"Good, I would rather that you be my friend and ally in this than my enemy," the queen chirps before attempting to get up from the bed.

Auriel for the second time surprises herself as she grabs the queen's arm stopping her from leaving.

"Yes?"

The head of the First Expeditionary Group blushes a storm as she gulps before managing to pluck her courage and squeak out the words: "Can we…..you know….," she gulps unable to finish her sentence.

For some reason the queen's smile turned predatory at that as she sheds her dress without warning before pointing at the door making the broken splinters reform on it locking Auriel in with her. She gulps as the Everqueen looms atop her as beautiful as the gems of Varda in all her naked glory one gentle finger gripping her chin.

"I will make you mine Auriel,"

Auriel simply hears and feels no more as the haze of the same aura overwhelms her like before and her senses are overloaded as lips of the Everqueen slams with hers. All is passion afterwards.

….

Fornost Erain Woods, Northern Arnor Borders

The retinue of Beleg and Mablung stops their horses for drinks at a nearby stream while also waiting for the footmen of the nearby fief of Baron Campano to catch up. It is a direct command from their king in good faith with the King of Arnor that they take down whatever it is that is terrorizing the human villages. The last sighting according to the frightened villagers and travelers on the road is here at Fornost Erain's woodlands. Thus he is here with Mablung and Calahan, members of the Custodians assigned to deal with this matter. With them is of course an entire patrol group of Baron Campano who is struggling to keep up. As of now Beleg has a fairly keen idea as to what they are hunting.

"Wolf tracks," says Calahan looking at the muddy footprints at the river. "Nearly five of them if my eyes don't deceive me. They stopped here to drink before heading off to the eaves of the forest,"

"Too big of a track for a regular wolf," comments Beleg to the tracker. Calahan is one of the newer members and hailed from Doriath. He is a good tracker but with little experience on the field unlike the veterans who have gone to search for their king.

"I dunno, maybe Wargs,"

"Good guess, only thing is Wargs travel in large packs and last time I checked, Wargs don't stand on two bipedal legs. You can also see that the groove here at the mud on the front paws are deeper which means that whatever we are tracking leans more on their front paws rather than their back ones," points out Beleg.

"I have no idea what you are leading to commander,"

"Oh enough of dangling the young one Beleg and tell him what it is already," huffs Mablung making Beleg chuckle at his impatient partner.

"What we are tracking here Calahan are Werewolves,"

"Werewolves commander? Like the ones that the warriors of Minas Tirith put down?" asks Calahan making Beleg nod in affirmation.

"You are right on that. However this pack confounds me," Beleg hmms rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "The wolves of Minas Tirith just take down their victims and usually leave the body untouched. Yet according to the words of the King of Arnor, whenever this pack attacks, they leave no human bodies behind,"

"Only human bodies are gone?" Mablung states noticing the selection of words that Beleg uses.

"Yes," nods the head of the Custodians. "Cow, sheep, fowl are untouched but dead. Their bodies remain but no human bodies are. There is something at work here, something evil that our eyes yet cannot perceive,"

"Maybe the werewolves just got a taste for human meat and not that of animals," suggests Mablung.

"Maybe," nods Beleg standing up and heading back to his horse. "I doubt it is as simple as that but let us keep our eyes open nevertheless. I see wagon tracks near the main road. Who is traveling here the latest?" Beleg asks pointing his question at the human soldiers that is with them.

"A merchant and his retinue my lord, they are passing here to the High Falls taking the forest road," the sergeant answers.

"We catch up to them and make sure that they pass safely. The tracks of the Werewolves point to the forest of Fornost Erain. If Mablung's theory is right and the wolves developed a taste for man flesh, they will hunt down the merchant and his group. We make sure they are safe and if we are lucky, take down the wolves while doing so. Now men, double time!" barks Beleg urging the groaning men of Arnor to stand up. They do so groaning and complaining. Their sergeant is Dunedain in blood but his men are not and are lesser in strength and fortitude.

"Enough whining, now move it!" orders Beleg wurging his horse forward with his two other companions while the unhappy men of Arnor follows. Immediately the eaves of Fornost Erain slowly swallows then. The Men of Arnor have built the forest road for everyone to follow and it is this that Beleg and his group follows.

"Evil is certainly afoot in the land," he thought as the forest is silent lacking the sound of birds and animals even as a deep fog slowly appears in the horizon. He can feel it in the air, something of the darkness is stalking them even as they move the patrol group forward.

It does not take long for them to find the merchant and his retinue, at least what's left of them.

The flamboyant wagon and cart that merchants tend to prefer are covered in scratches and blood. There are bodies scattered everywhere, the guard of the merchant and his servants. The bodies of his wife and children also stain the forest floor.

"By the gods! What happened here?" bemoans one of the men even as Beleg steps down from his horse and touches the blood on the ground.

"It is still warm, it is not long since they have been killed," he mumbles to himself before looking around. It is faint but he feels as if eyes are peering at him through the fog and the trees.

"They are still here," he mumbles the realization slowly setting in. "THEY ARE STILL HERE! EVERYONE READY! THEY ARE STILL HERE!" he yells out as it becomes clearer now. The damned wolves have used the merchant's group as a bait for the patrol group.

"Brilliant monsters," he thinks to himself as the men of Arnor formed a circle with their pikes and short swords facing outward. Mablung himself readies his warhammer, yes, a warhammer, a very not popular weapon for Elves. There is a reason why Mablung is called the Heavy hand, while Calahan prepares his standard Gondolin issued blade.

Immediately from out of the gloom appears figures crouched and snarling. They are werewolves alright, but not any kind of Werewolf that Beleg has seen in this life and his previous life.. They are big, bigger than a regular human, and they have human bodies, crouching low like crawling beasts with their extended upper limbs. Beleg counts one….two…three…five….ten, there are almost twenty here and that is only the ones he can see. All of them are surrounding the patrol group snarling and salivating, their maws still wet from the blood of their latest victims.

Beleg grits his teeth as he looks at the nervous looking men who stand their ground despite their fear. They are surrounded and he has to give it to the beasts for taking the advantage. There is only one choice left.

"To me men of Arnor! For the King!" Beleg bellows out in a ferocious battle cry before loosing his arrow at the nearest wolf. The power of the bow is so great that it pierces through the throat in a gory explosion.

Mablung himself leads the charge with Calahan in tow. The warhammer slams into the chest of the nearest wolf crushing bones and guts while a swing parries the claws of another as Calahan charges in, his elvish blade singing, cutting through the head of another one.

The patrol group of Arnor does not disappoint. Charging with their sergeant in a fit of panicked desperation and courage, they fight like brawlers against the wolves turning the battlefield quickly into a dangerous melee. The sergeant with his Dunedain blood is doing well but his men are certainly not. Stronger and faster, the wolves overpower the men of the patrol one by one. One man got his head smashed by a large hand, throwing him to the ground and the wolf finished him off with his jaws. Another tries firing his crossbow point blank only to be shouldered by his opponent in the face. A screaming soldier tries braving a charge against a wolf only to be kicked on the chest to the ground. To his credit, he manages a stab at the chest of his opponent with his short sword in counter. Another crossbowman got tackled from the back before being kneed in the face by another wolf. Those that are down got the worst as they are mauled to their deaths by the jaws of their enemies.

Beleg does his best to stem the tide of wolves with his heavy bow only to realize in abject horror that the enemy's numbers are more than before. The reason becomes obvious immediately as he sees dead men and women of the retinue of the merchant slowly rising and growing fur, claws, with their faces elongating.

"The dead are becoming werewolves Beleg! We need to get out of here!" shouts Mablung as he voices out what is inside Beleg's mind.

Beleg could not agree more. This new kind of evil is something that his king needs to know about. They must bring the word back else this would become a pandemic that Middle-Earth has never seen before. However trying to escape would mean leaving behind the patrol group which is now only a quarter of their strength left. Unlike Beleg, Mablung and Calahan, they have no horses.

The sergeant must have realized it also for he breaks off from the fighting to where Beleg is.

"We will hold back the wolves my lord while you escape and report back to our king what is transpiring here. They need to know about this," he declares strongly.

"But you would die sergeant, you and your men," points out Beleg.

A wry smile simply appears on the man's face. "There are too many of the wolves my lord. We are all already dead men. But this way we can still make our deaths worth it. Now go my lord! There is little time,"

Beleg needs no further urging. Men might be weaker and lesser than elves in many ways, but at times like this, even the smallest of them can flicker flames worthy of song beside the greatest of Elven kings and heroes of old.

"We will not forget your sacrifice sergeant and that of your men. Noro lim! Noro lim! Teddar!" barks Beleg urging his horse beside Mablung who leads the way bashing wolf heads left right and center with Beleg clearing anything that Mablung misses. Behind Calahan takes the rear guard urging his horse after Beleg as they cut through the fur bodies, a path that brings them back to the open path again.

"Ride! Ride and not look back!" shouts Beleg as the horses go into a full gallop leaving behind the sounds of the battle and the dying.

…..

Author's Notes:

Hallo wonderful readers and supporters. So another chapter done. Thank you for sticking with the story so well. We are now entering the Werewolf Arc and and coincides with the finalization of the deal between Arnor and Gondolin. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Anyway please review your comments since your reviews are the song to this writer's heart.

Polls are done for Auriel. She'll live though she'll be traumatized as hell for this Arc. She would be a concubine for the king as the polls say and she'll be the only one, no one else. However someone high in position needs to die for the Werewolf Arc. Can you guess who it will be? Feel free to guess.

Also guys please support my Jurrasic Park fanfic, Heiress. ill be updating it next so please support it. Badass female characters there trying to survive the park. Not all of them will survive though.