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The Law of a Wandering Soul

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I belong bodily to the earth.
Lord Huron, 'Way Out There'

Dammit, I gotta get him down here! Aurora clenched her hands around the hilts of her karambits, concentrating a small amount of haki into her feet. She pushed off the ground, jumping into the air. She raised both arms over her head. "Rising Crescent—" She swung her arms forward with enough force to make her body flip. "Swipe!"

Two sharp air currents flew towards the suspended jester. He dodged the attack by tweaking his shoulders, the movement causing his body to follow through and the currents to miss him by a hair. "Miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me!" He laughed maniacally, voice pitching high with each "miss me".

"Shut the hell up, you annoying son of a bit—"

"Jester's Gambit!" He flashed in front of her, dealing quick jabs to her midsection. He finished her off with a solid punch to the chest, knocking her down to the ground.

She slammed against the cobblestone, barely dodging his feet as he came down. Aurora winced, a hand going to her torso, knowing that she was going to have a nasty bruise in the morning. She took a deep breath to calm herself and she grinned.

"Alright, clown," she said, straightening to stand to her feet, back straight. She stared the pink haired fool down. The redhead cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders. "Let's tumble."

The two stared at one another, neither too eager to move and possibly give their opponent an opening. Aurora analyzed his stance, taking in the way he held himself. She hadn't noticed it before, but he stood with a slight hunch, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, swaying softly. When he attacked her earlier, he punched harder with his left hand, and his right was not only weaker, but slower as well.

Though she doesn't have much to go on, Aurora decided it was time to end this thing as quickly as possible—and it wasn't going to end by them just staring at each other. She dashed forward, karambits at the ready. Her heart thumped excitedly with each footfall, and she followed him as he stepped back, slashing the air in front of him each time. When he lefted a long knee to catch her stomach again, she aimed for his calf, catching the fabric of his green striped pants. Come on!

Another slash, and this time, she caught the skin of his forearm. Blood sprayed in her face, causing her pupils to dilate, like a shark to injured prey.

"Knaves Knuckles Buster!" She took a brass punch to the cheek, forcing her head to the side to face the second brass punch. Aurora tensed her body, hardening the skin, muscle and bones of her face in a protective layer of haki. The jester snarled when his punch doesn't leave a mark.

She swung one of her karambits, cutting him in his calf. He jumped back in reflex. The redhead's lips twisted into a wide, bloody grin. "You didn't think that it'd be that easy, now did'ja?"

Her opponent can only shake himself from the fear that tingled down his spine. "No, I suppose I didn't, but…" His painted smile only widened as his own lips pull back. He pulled something from his pockets— "What's your favorite animal, hm?" The jester suddenly blurted out, full of energy as he stretched an orange balloon. When he is satisfied, he inhaled a large breath and began to inflate the balloon by exhaling.

Aurora watched, curiosity piqued. Her muscles stayed tense as she watched in anticipation. The squeaky sounds of the balloon rubbing together made it hard to keep up an unamused facade.

A dog is produced from the mess of squeaks and segments, balloon ears erect. Then he lets the balloon go and it started floating towards her. She backed away cautiously, eyes fluttering between the jester and dog.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said. "My name is Jester Jax, the Buggy Pirates' cunning tactician! When it comes to attack plans, it's me that Capt'n comes to! No one has yet to outsmart me! Now, here's a small taste of my genius!"

Aurora had grown distracted during his introduction, letting the balloon a little closer than she would have liked. She cursed when the damned thing exploded right in her face. She sailed through the air, back colliding against a brick wall of a nearby shop. That's definitely… different. She stood back to her feet, lips pressing tight into a thin line as she took in the landmine of balloon animals floating in front of her. Bastard is fast. Aurora inhaled another breath to steady her nerves.

Jester Jax lunged for her, twisting and turning his body through the space between the mines. He wound his left arm and threw a punch at her face. She caught it and brought him close to slit his jaw. He shifted and is able to twist from her grasp, missing the sharp side of her blade. Another brass punch is directed for her cheek and she moved her head to the side, the cold metal barely scraping her skin. The redhead reared her head back and latched her teeth onto his forearm.

"EEE-OW! Let go, you bitch!" He tried shaking her, but she just dug her teeth deeper. "Are you a dog, what the hell!" He swung a right hook, but per her prediction, it was slower than his left. She lets go and moved to the side, dodging the hit.

Aurora realized too late that she dodged right into a balloon. It exploded on impact and sent her into the air. She coughed, blood spewing from her mouth. She watched through squinted eyes as Jester Jax bounced up into the air with her, and she noticed the springs on the bottom of his big, red shoes.

"Prankster's Pummel!" His fists became a blur of color, and Aurora, slowed by the bomb, can do nothing but take on the onslaught. She tried to muster the strength for her armament to protect her body, but the exhaustion from the last weeks were catching up with her the more energy she spent.

"Take this—HA!" He clasped both hands together and swung them down on her head, sending her back to the ground.

Aurora was able to twist her body this time and land on her hands and balls of her feet, much like a cat. She pushed against the street as the jester sailed down after her, brass fist making a crack in the cobblestone. The young woman exhaled a long breath, side-eyeing the balloon next to her face. I gotta get rid of these damned things. They're doing a number on me.

Aurora sheathed her karambits, raising her fists, feet sliding into a boxer's stance. "I'm still standing, fucker. Come on!"

He grinned and advanced, rushing her quick. His eyes were narrowed and his grin was tinged with a type of manic that would scare any normal person. He was just as eager to end this scuffle between them, it seemed. Aurora had enough energy to protect her knuckles with haki against the brass as their fists met in a hard collision. She redirected his right hook with her left, grabbing the scruff of his shirt. Biceps bulging, she pulled him from his feet and threw him against a group of balloons that had collected as they fought.

She flattened against the ground and they explode when his body met them, but she's up and running towards him as soon as his body appears from the smoke.

"Berserker's Blow!" Black covered her hand as she appeared above Jester Jax's charred body and strikes his chest as hard as she could, sending as much life force as she could in the hit.

Helpless, he smashed into the ground, denting the cobblestones. The jester hacked, blood spraying. She doesn't flinch when more blood hits her in the face. She unsheathed her karambits once more. "Crimson Strike!" A red glow emitted from the blades as she slashed downwards. The karambits don't touch his skin, but the energy and force sent a red 'X' towards his torso. Hot pain burned from both shoulders, across his pictorials to his hips—he could only scream.

Aurora used the butt of one of her karambits and cracked him in the head, successfully knocking him out and shutting him up.

She breathed in a deep breath through her nose and exhaled it slowly from her mouth. Her hands shook briefly, but they stop as soon as she sheathed her blades. She looked around, seeing that there was a few balloons left. The redhead picked up some debris left by the broken cobblestone and started chucking it towards the mines, triggering them in blowing up.

Finally, all is quiet when the last balloon exploded, the black smoke billowing and twisting upwards.

Aurora licked her bloody lips and walked back to where the Seafood Tavern once stood, back to Luffy and Buggy—hoping that the body was fairing well, despite her earlier attitude towards the kid.

I wonder if that samurai succumbed to those wounds of his?

Aurora grabbed Roronoa by the calves, dragging the swordsman's unconscious body over to the side and out of the direct line of fire of Luffy and Buggy's fight. By the looks of things, Roronoa had taken on that unicycle freak—got cut the fuck up, if she may add—and left the two East Blue Captains to beat the shit out of each other. Though, it seemed that Luffy's declaration of beating Buggy's ass was coming to fruition. Even though she was hopeful for the kid, she could barely believe that such a scrawny kid with nothing to his name could hold his own so well.

"What the hell, samurai?" She whispered to the green haired man, lips pursing into a frown. "I leave you to your own devices and you undo all my handwork. I should just let you bleed…" She doesn't finish her thought, not really knowing how. Like before, she pulled his shirt and haramaki up, assessing the damage. Not only had her handiwork been re-opened, but it was practically indistinguishable between the blood and newly opened flesh. She rolled her eyes to the heavens, exasperation setting upon her shoulders.

Aurora grabbed her pouch once more and began her work a second time for the day. She cursed the man beneath her working hands, peeking every once in a while at Luffy's fight, making sure that the kid was still alive. She had to keep reminding herself that the kid's well-being wasn't her responsibility, that the swordsman's wounds were not on her list of things to worry about. Her mind kept telling to walk away, but another part of her told her each time to stay, to see what could be.

Shanks left his most precious possession with this kid—there must be something she was missing.

"This is my treasure! Nobody damages this hat!"

She paused in her work at Luffy's words, but only for a moment. She returned to sewing. However, the redhead made it a point to listen closely to the exchange between Luffy and Buggy now, interest piqued.

"That old thing is really important to you, huh?"

Luffy confirmed with a firm, "That's right!"

"Then you should take better care of it!"

Despite her earlier vow to keep her eyes on her needle, she couldn't help but watch as Buggy sent three daggers through Shanks' hat. It was a soul-wrenching thing to witness, like a part of her father being torn to shreds. It was a stupid thing, correlating a stupid straw hat to her living-breathing-human father, but that hat had been a part of him for so long now, it was as if it was him. It was the very essence of his being. Aurora tried to keep her composure, tried to stop the shaking of her hands, reminding herself to get a grip, that Buggy wasn't hers to beat half to death.

"I promised I'd return that hat to Shanks…"

"Oh? This is Shanks' hat then? I thought this old thing looked familiar." A tight expression overcame Buggy's face. "Shanks and I worked on the same pirate ship. We were cabin boys together."

"Shanks is a great man, so DON'T EVER PUT YOURSELF ON THE SAME LEVEL AS HIM!"

Luffy had enough rage for the both himself and Aurora as he delivered his foot deep into Buggy's torso, forcing the clown's body and head to disconnect in shock.

"Watch it, wench," Roronoa rumbled under her nerve-riddled fingers. Her eyes fell to his, steeling against the hardness of them.

She narrowed her brows. "So, you are alive then, shitty samurai."

He raised a challenging brow. "Would you be sewing me up if I wasn't?"

She stabbed into his tender flesh with a little more force than she had been using, causing the bounty hunter's head to fall against the ground. "Don't forget who's under whom, swordsman."

"Why do you keep coming back?" He asked after a quiet moment. He watched her carefully, but she doesn't buck under his burning eyes.

I'm not sure, she wanted to answer, but her mouth, always her fucking mouth, moved without thought. "My heart bleeds for pathetic men."

He curled his fingers around her wrist, blunt nails digging into the vulnerable skin. "I don't need your help, woman."

She cut her eyes to his. "Just go back to sleep, samurai. I'll be gone before you know it." She pried his fingers from her wrist and continued to sew his skin together.

The continuous tug and pull of the needle and thread lured him back to sleep. His body was fatigued from losing so much blood, he was too tired to force himself to say awake. He tried to squeeze another glare in at the redhead before losing to the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, but it was useless. She wasn't even looking at him anymore, too focused on his injury instead. He succumbed to the heaviness as sleep took him.

I wish I could fall asleep that quick. Aurora stayed true to her word, finishing quickly. She wasn't able to apply gauze like last time, unwilling to wake Roronoa in order to wrap him. She pulled his articles back down to cover the stitching and she stood. She watched as Luffy finished Buggy (who was a third of the size he was originally), propelling the clown into the air.

She walked over to the ruins of the Seafood Tavern, moving debris away and picking through items barely together. Aurora eventually found her knapsack, all scrubbed and burned on one side, but when she looks inside, her journals were all intact. Some are crispier than others, but the pages seemed alright from what she could tell. She shouldered the knapsack, not even putting herself through the disappointment of trying to salvage the clothes she bought—she still had her money, she could always buy more clothes later.

"Aurora! Hey!"

The redhead turned as the rubber boy approached her. Shanks hat, slashes present and bold, upon his head and a toothy smile on his lips. Kid doesn't ever not smile, huh? "Didn't think you were a good fighter just by looking at ya," she said, hands doing their habit of finding the insides of her pockets.

"Thanks!" He put his hands behind his head, still smiling and still looking at her with those intense eyes. "What are you gonna do now?"

Aurora shrugged. "Probably stay here in town for a little bit longer, until I can get a sailboat at least. Then, I'll move on to the next island."

"By yourself?"

"How else?" She looked away and up at the sky. She's been doing that a lot here recently. "I get by on my own just fine, kid."

"How 'bout you join my crew!"

It wasn't a question, she noticed. Their eyes connect once more, and there was that thing again. The thing that she had missed before, right here; it was clear as day now.

Aurora worked her jaw, loosening the tightness of it. "No, I don't think so."

His face fell. "What! Come on! Please!"

She scowled. "Cry me a river. I said no."

"Why not?"

"I like being alone." She moved to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist. "It's not happening, rubber boy! I'm not joining any crews!"

He laughed. "No."

"No? Excuse me—!"

"You're strong," he interrupted. "I promised Shanks that the next time we'd meet, I'd be a great pirate with a strong crew. I want you apart of that crew!"

"I don't care what you want!" She snarled, prying his fingers from her wrist. "I ain't joinin' ya! I've no interest in that sort of thing!" She stomped away, away from that annoying rubber fiend, blood hot. Luffy wound an arm around her shoulders and torso, dragging her back over to him. "I don't give a damn what you promised that man!" Aurora was able to twist and punch Luffy in the face, knocking the straw hat from his head. She doesn't stop, grabbing the brunet by the front of his vest, teeth practically gnashing.

"I ain't being apart of any pirate crew, so take that and shove it!"

"I don't care! You're gonna join me, Rory!"

"Stop calling me that, you fucking bastard!" She brought her arm back to punch him again, but he caught it before it make contact. "You don't even know me! Why do you want me on your crew so bad?! I could kill you for all you know!"

He beamed. "I know you won't. You helped this town with Buggy."

"That has nothing to do with you." She huffed, teeth clenching as her mind raced to get out of this boy's grip. She exhaled a breath, calming her mind. "How about this? The next time we meet, I'll agree to join your crew. Let fate decide, rubber boy."

He laughed. "Deal!" He took her right hand in his left. "When we meet again."

"It's a big sea out there, kid. Don't get your hopes up."

"I don't have to hope," is all that he said, and the statement sent a shiver down her spine.

He let her go and Aurora is left feeling like she just made a deal with the Devil. She walked over to the unconscious mayor, anything to get away from Luffy. She checked the man's pulse, sighing when she feels the strong ba-dum-ba-dum of his heart. She looked over the place where Luffy had hit him, and other than a bruise forming, he seemed alright. The redhead rolled him onto his back gently, careful in making sure his head didn't smack against the cobblestone.

Aurora checked the rest of his person and leaned back on her heels when her assessment concluded that he was in good condition.

"How is he?"

Aurora answered the ginger without looking at her. "Alright. He'll have one hell of a headache when he wakes up though." She can't help the smirk of amusement from tickling the corners of her mouth.

Nami sighed irritably. "I still think there was a better way of handling him then knocking him out."

Aurora shrugged. "Ta-may-toe, ta-mah-toe. We'll never agree, but least he's alive, yeah?"

"Yeah, I guess…"

Aurora fell on her back suddenly, her body finally yielding to the fatigue.

"Are you okay?!" Name screeched, face full of worry appearing above the redhead.

Aurora blinked tiredly. "Okay?" She asked quietly, mind growing foggy and eyes heavy. She chuckled weakly, smiling soft. "I haven't felt this good in weeks. I… can finally… sleep."

She lost consciousness almost immediately when the last word leaves her mouth.

The redhead was slow to wake, and when her vision clears, she looked around her environment.

She was in a small room with the curtains drawn. The sun stubbornly shined, fighting to peek through the curtains. Her torso is covered with a thin sheet, but her bare toes wiggled defiantly at her, as if saying you can never cover us, you fiend.

Aurora sat up slowly, wincing as an ache bursts at her crown. She massaged it, topaz eyes closing in relaxation. She cracked her eyes, gaze fluttering down to the bandages wrapped around her breast and stomach. Overkill, but she appreciated the care all the same. She lifted her head at the sound of approaching footsteps, watching as an older man—not the mayor—opened the door, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her.

"You're up! Please, don't push yourself too much, miss," he said as he makes his way over to her, hands rubbing together in an anxious manner. "Those injuries of yours were extensive. I'm amazed you're awake so soon! You're lucky, any normal person would have died." His demeanor turned somber as he sat in the chair beside her bedside.

She doesn't comment on the obvious accusation, instead running a gentle hand through her crimson hair. Aurora brought a leg up and rested an elbow on her knee. "How's the mayor? What happened after I passed out, codger?"

He frowned at her disrespect, but he answered her anyway. "After Chou-Chou came to the shelter, a lot of the younger men and women grew furious at the state he was in. They grabbed what they could as weapons and stormed towards the tavern. When they got there, all that was left standing were these three kids. We were afraid that Mayor Boodle was dead, but that kid in the straw hat said that he knocked him out. Of course, you can imagine how angry that made us."

"Did you kill them?" She doubted that these villagers had the strength to do so, even if they did have the numbers, but she still didn't put it out of the circle of possibility. People were always able to do extraordinary things when angry.

"No, but we did chase them out of the town." He took off his glasses, wiping them clean with the edge of his shirt. "Although, after Mayor Boodle told us everything that had happened, we wished we hadn't done that. If it weren't for you young'ns, there's no telling what would have happened to us and our town. You all have our thanks." He fixed his glasses back onto his face, and Aurora looked away at the sight of his shining eyes.

The young woman mulled over the doctor's recount, unable to remember anything past her passing out after making sure the mayor was alright. Her gaze moved towards the window once more, wanting nothing more than to see the sun. She heaved herself from the bed, disregarding the doctor's demands of her going back to bed. She pulled the curtains back and she squinted against the golden light.

The sun was setting, the sky a beautiful painting of reds, pinks and oranges. She smiled bright at the sight.

The door opened again and she looked over her shoulder to see the mayor in the doorway, a young woman and child behind him. His dark eyes bulged at seeing her out of bed, face turning red as he scowled.

"What's with that face, geezer? You look like you're about to have a stroke!" Aurora threw her wild mane back and lets loose a belly aching laugh.

"What're you doing up? You need to be restin'!" He scolded, hands on hips.

She blew a raspberry at him. "I've rested enough—I'm all rested out!"

"Do you know how serious your injuries were?! You were practically burnt to a crisp! Three broken ribs, and all those bruises—"

She groaned, forehead meeting the glass. "Yeah, yeah! I'm alright now, see!" She twirled and sauntered across the room in an exaggerated way, trying to prove to him that she didn't need his worry. "I'm as good as new!"

"Girl—"

"Did you forget my name, Boodle? Didn't I tell you not to forget it?"

He pursed his lips, crossing his arms. "Stubborn fool."

She stuck out her tongue. "Cranky mule." She laughed once more, and she tried to hide the pain she felt as the laughter shook her body.

"Uh, excuse me, miss?" Aurora stopped, staring at woman who walked out from behind Boodle, the little boy's hand clutched in hers. She was a beautiful young woman, with long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. She seemed only a few years older than Aurora, but carried a sense of maturity beyond the redhead's ability to gain.

Aurora softened her face at the other woman's approach. "You're that woman from the tavern, right?"

She brightened. "Yes! I wanted to introduce myself and my son properly. I'm Charlene and this is Rhysford. I can't thank you enough for what you did! I don't know what would have happened to us that day if you hadn't been there." The blonde lunged and wrapped her arms around Aurora's neck. The redhead's face warmed in discomfort at Charlene's whispered words against her hair, "I'm so happy you're alive."

Charlene sensed the teenager's awkwardness and disconnected, hands upon her shoulders, green eyes shining with tears. Aurora felt a tug at her pants and she looked down at the small boy, Rhysford, his own brown eyes (like his grandfather's) smiling up at her. "Thank you!" He bowed his head and she bent to his level as he straightened. "Bapa said you kicked that clowns butt! You're so cool!"

She patted him on the head and grinned up at the mayor. "Bapa?" She cackled at the mayor's blushing face. Then she looked back at Rhysford, face threatening to split with how wide her smile was. "I hate to break it to ya kid, but I didn't face that clown, your Bapa did."

His eyes turned to stars. "Really!? No way, Bapa's too old!"

They both ignored the old man's disagreements. "Yes way," she said, nodding, manner serious. "Your Bapa faced that clown like it was nothing! He wasn't afraid of that ol' Buggy at all!"

He gasped and turned on his grandfather in a flash. "Why didn't you tell me, Bapa?!"

Coralie came to see her once he heard of her awakening.

"It was stupid of you to do that, ya know," is the first thing he said when he stands next to her on the balcony. "Going up against that pirate alone."

She just hummed, neither in agreement or disagreement. Instead, she redirected the conversation. "In all the islands I've been to in the East Blue, you are the only barkeep I've met so far that's been able to make a perfect radler."

The older man rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh. "You think you're the only one in the world that likes it?"

She gave him a sardonic grin in reply. Silence swelled between them, but it was a comforting silence. It was a silence she hasn't been able to relish in for quite some time. It sprouted from a seed of content. Aurora absentmindedly played with one of the braids framing her face, thumb rubbing over the smooth cool metal of the cuff. She followed the path of the engravings, a deep sickness settling at the bottom of her stomach.

"What're you gonna do now?" Coralie asked before the melancholy could settle. Before the shadows of her mind dug their claws into her.

Aurora looked across the darkened village. "I've stayed much longer than I would normally like," because of that clown, "so, it's time I finally go on. I'll be around for a couple more days, I gotta buy a boat and stock up."

"You could always stay."

She shook her head at the request. "Sorry, but the sea beckons, and I, its most humble servant, must go," she said dramatically, sighing loudly. She straightened from her bent position, facing the older man. She took in his salt and pepper hair, the age lines creasing the skin of his forehead and mouth. Crows feet could faintly be seen at the outer corners of his almond eyes. Despite the years, however, his eyes were vibrantly green. A young man's eyes.

Coralie nodded, as if he expected that answer all along. "Be careful out there, kid. Don't do anything stupid."

Her brows shot upwards. "I think we're past that, don'tcha think?"

He snorted. "I guess we are…"

"Don't start that," she warned, pointer finger in the mayor's face as she finished packing the sailboat the villagers had procured for her. It was much fancier than the last dinghy she had—this one actually had a hut for her to sleep in and a backroom compartment as a porta-john. It touched her heart when the mayor (along with Charlene and Rhysford) revealed it to her a day ago.

The mayor scowled. "Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself? Fletcher still hasn't officially discharged you from his care."

She waved a hand dismissively. "If I wanted a lecture, I woulda asked, Bapa." Aurora can't help the snicker that escaped her when she said the name Rhysford called him. At his expression, she stuffed her hands in her pockets, glancing at the sea. "Don't look so serious, old man. I've had worse, trust that."

"It's just ain't right. We ain't built to be alone—"

"I am," she interrupted, eyes narrowing. Then her glare softened. "Tell that grandson of yours to mind his tongue next time." She climbed into the boat. "Tell doc I appreciate the care." She untied the sailboat from the harbor. "Tell Coralie I'll miss his radlers." She grabbed the oars, readying herself for the next adventure. She looked up at the old man above her and gave him a blinding smile—a genuine, wide smile that showed her teeth. "Thanks for the boat, mayor. Good luck!"

Then she started rowing, muscles straining at the exuberance from the lack of use, but she ignored it. Aurora looked at Orange Town one last time, vision sharp against the darkness. Before long, the early risers will be waking up for another day of reconstruction, and her silhouette will be vanishing beyond the horizon.

Aurora's wide smile died slowly as the sun rose in the sky. She took a break from rowing and pulled a new journal from her knapsack. With a new sharp pencil, she began to write.

Orange Town, not nearly as orange as I would like, is located in the East Blue. The best tavern I know resides here, the Seafoam Tavern. Coralie is the owner and barkeep, and is the only one who I've met who can make a mean radler. It also helps that he has korn in stock. There's a dog, ferocious and stubborn, with the softest fur I've ever touched. His name is Chou-Chou. Dr. Fletcher is a good doctor; caring, attentive, and kind with even the most reckless of patients.

The mayor of Orange Town is named Boodle, and he's the bravest man in the East Blue.

And that's the end of the Orange Town arc! Hopefully you guys are enjoying this story! I love seeing all the kudos, bookmarks and hits—lets me know that I'm not just posting into the void! Anyway, any words to let me know how I'm doing is appreciated, but not mandatory. Now, I will say, that I plan to take a two week break from posting. There's a few things I want to iron out for the next chapters and there's a lot that I want to fix before I post anything, but I will be back! Hell, who knows, this warning will probably be disregarded and I'll be back on regular schedule with posting once a week. I just wanted to warn you all just in case I don't upload next week.

Anyway, thank you! See ya guys in the next chapter!

Also, I just wanted to add that I imagine Aurora's voice to sound like Serana from Skyrim and if you wanna know what she looks like, visit my tumblr: illustraven!