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Here is the first chapter in my newest story depicting the life of my OC; Lenora D-E. I hope you enjoy it and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. (Here is the summary that doesn't fit in the description box before the chapter).

Summary:

You think you know this world? The world of witchcraft, wizardry and more? Think again. There is an entirely different dimension to it that you could never have imagined. They call her the Creature Queen, half-fey, half-dragon. A figure of awe, yet also fear, she is shrouded in mystery. Young and rarely seen publicly other than when necessary for her people, not many could claim to have ever seen her face. Yet now, as the wheels of fate begin to turn, it is time for her to make her appearance. It is time for her to step into the light and take her true place in the world order. Will she rise to this, her fate in collaborating with the Chosen One, or will the world crumble and burn? A flash of golden eyes and crimson locks and only one name comes to mind, one so sacred it has been kept a far-reaching secret for over a decade...that of the Creature Queen.

Chapter 1- A Friendship to Last a Lifetime

It was the autumn of 1986 and in a neglected park in Little Whinging; a small ebony-haired bespectacled boy was swinging on a creaking red swing. A bright red handprint marred his pale face and his green eyes glistened with rapidly shedding tears. Looking down at the bare roughened ground, he tried to stop his tears.

From the edge of his eyesight came tiny feet attached to short legs adorned in dragon printed knee-length socks. Raising his eyes, the little boy came face to face with a smiling redhead with piercing golden eyes, pink cheeks and a heart shaped face. Looking at her pretty denim dress, the green-eyed boy felt ashamed of his grubby and misshapen hand-me-down clothes. Peeking back up at her face, he watched in astonishment as her eyes changed and morphed, suddenly matching the eyes he saw in the mirror every day. "How did you do that?" He whispered in childish wonder. A voice reminiscent of bells returned his question.

"I don't know I just can. Can't you do it?"

"No, it looks like magic."

"I can do magic, magic is wonderful. Like making cups and plates float and playing games. Everything is much more fun with magic, that's what Endawi says."

"My uncle says it's bad. He gets angry when I do a bad thing." At this, the smile fell off of the little girls face and he instantly regretted having spoken. He rushed to speak, to take it back, "It was my fault though; I was the one who did the bad thing." Her golden eyes flared and then flashed red as they flickered to the handprint marring his face. She raised her hand slowly towards his face and he flinched away from her, seemingly out of instinct. The redheads face softened and she retracted her hand slightly. "I won't hurt you, I promise." The two of them stayed still for a moment, green locked with gold, before he leaned his head forward slightly. The little boy let out a slightly numb gasp as she cupped his cheek and closed her eyes.

He watched with wide green eyes as she seemed to glow golden and the pain in his cheek vanished. Luminous golden eyes flickered open and she withdrew her tiny hand. He grasped at her as she swayed on her feet, steadying her. "Are you alright?" He asked shyly.

"Yes," she answered, grinning weakly. "What's your name?" He looked cautious for a moment and his hesitation caused her grin to vanish. Desperate once again to get a smile back on her face; he spoke quickly.

"My name is Harry Potter." Leaping forward, she grasped his hands in both of hers.

"I'm Lenora Deeragoh-Eterni." Harry smiled hesitantly at her and shook her hands lightly. "You can call me Lennie and we're going to be best friends." Stepping back, she led him to the only patch of flowered grass in the park. "Do you want to see one of the best kinds of magic?" She asked cutely. All Harry could do was nod dumbstruck in that moment as she giggled at the expression on his face.

Raising her hand, she showed Harry a small pink bud she had plucked from the ground. Watching as his face grew sad; Lenora was quick to comfort him. "Don't worry," she said. "It won't die." Reaching out palm up, she placed her hand over his. Harry was instantly in awe as the petals began to move and burst outwards as the flower bloomed. Glancing from golden eyes to a now fully bloomed flower, Harry let out a single exaltation of wonder. "See, it's okay. It won't ever die now, I promise." She handed it to him and he took it, with a gentleness that one would expect if they were handling the crown jewels. Neither of them could comprehend the sheer magnitude of this moment. Neither would probably ever know that in that exact spot, 17 years previously; Lily Evans performed one of her first bouts of purposeful magic in showing her sister the same thing. The true magnitude of this correlation would only be truly shown in years to come.

"I'll treasure it always," he murmured. "Can you do more magic like that?" Lenora nodded and grinned widely.

"See I told you," she gushed. "Endawi was right, magic is really fun."

"Who is Endori?" He asked falteringly.

"Endawi," she corrected. "Endawi is my dragon protector at the 'Secret Reserve'."

"Dragon protector?" He asked her, bemused.

"Yes, I'm half dragon, they say. I don't have a mum or dad though, so I have a dragon protector when I'm at the 'Secret Reserve' and a human one at the Români Reserve." Harry's face scrunched up as he tried to understand.

"So you're half human as well then?" Lenora laughed lightly.

"No silly. I'm also half fey." Harry pondered that for a moment, before nodding jauntily.

"Like a fairy? Does that mean you can fly?"

"Endawi says I will be able to someday, but I'm too young now." Harry seemed to deflate, but then rapidly inflate. "Will you show me more magic now?" Lenora nodded and rose to her feet.

Standing there amongst the flowers, Lenora closed halcyon eyes and held her arms outstretched, palms facing the cerulean sky. Focusing inwards, she concentrated all of her energy until she felt a trademark bubble of light deep within. Chuckling airily, Lenora let it go.

Harry watched in shocked fascination as Lenora levitated a foot off the ground and the Earth seemed to vibrate. His mouth fell open as all of the petals simultaneously disengaged from their blossoms and spiralled through the air around her. They were soon joined by many individual blades of grass and leaves from mammoth oaks, bending backwards over the desolate land. A strong wind billowed around them, drawing a giggle from the enchanted little boy. Jumping to his feet, Harry passed his hands through the flowery wind; growing more and more delighted as they began to swirl around him as well. "This is amazing!" He bubbled loudly, jumping up and down. The wind picked up speed rapidly before coming to an abrupt stop.

Harry's head snapped round and he grabbed at Lenora as she began to wilt and fall to the ground. The only Potter held her upright and asked worriedly, "Lennie, Lennie, are you alright?" Placing her on the ground as gently as a six year old could, Harry leaned over her in concern. Shaking her head, Lenora sat up sharply. "Sorry Harry, did I scare you? Endawi says I shouldn't do too much magic now, I'll get tired quickly. What did you think?" Childish regret was quickly followed by childish pride as she rejoiced in the awe she had evoked in her new friend.

"That was AMAZING! Can you teach me?" He asked her shyly.

"Yep," she agreed. "We're going to be the best of friends and I'm going to teach everything I can." Reaching out a hand to him, Lenora smiled broadly. Harry reached out his own hand and took hers. Shaking it, he asked her one last cautious question.

"You promise?"

"I promise." She said with finality, well as much definitive finality as a six-year-old can possess.

A faint buzzing sound could be suddenly heard and Lenora pulled a glowing fang from beneath her dress. "Oh dear," she said.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"I have to go," she answered, regretfully.

"Will you come back? Will I see you again?" He asked in a rush, desperate not to lose his new and only friend.

"Yes, I promise. I'll come back every Sunday to see you, in this park, at this time."

"Then I'll wait for you, every Sunday." Approaching her, he stood there for a moment, staring at her. Opening her arms, he rushed into them and they hugged for a few short moments. Withdrawing, she kissed him lightly on the cheek before turning to walk away.

"Why were you here?"

"I was playing hide and seek. Goodbye Harry." She called over her shoulder before vanishing from the park. Harry stood there stunned and whispered, "Goodbye Lennie." Before following her example and making the short walk back to the Dursley home. Neither child knew that this day would form a precedent that would last a lifetime.

The years passed and every Sunday without fail, no matter the beatings Harry had to face or who Lennie had to give the slip, they met in that very same spot, in that very same park. By the time they were 7, they were the best friends you could ever find. By 8, they could and had been mistaken for siblings; there was no closer sibling bond than the one between those two without blood between them. By 9, Harry had a shoebox full to bursting of knickknacks given to him by Lenora from her beloved reserve and other places she had visited. She told him fantastical stories and no matter how unbelievable some of them were, he adored them and waiting eagerly for the next one. Not a day went by where he did not think of her, he wished more than anything that she would take him with her, but he knew she could not. Even though, he knew the Dursley's would not miss him, someone would notice he was gone and Lennie would get in trouble. He didn't want that.

So by the time they were 10, on the cusp of turning 11, Lenora decided it was time for Harry to know who she truly was and in turn, who he was. It was the 28th of July 1991 and Lenora sat eagerly swinging on the same rusted red swing that Harry had been sat on on the day they met. On her lap rested a small box, brightly wrapped in red scale-like binding and she held it protectively close to herself. Staring up at the cloud mosaic sky, Lenora attempted to recoup her confidence in what she was going to do on this very day. She waited with a blend of consternation and eagerness for Harry to arrive.

An indiscernible amount of time later, the sound of awkward footsteps and a fervent cry of her name filled Lenora's senses. Turning her face from the sky, the little redhead came face to face with an exuberant Harry Potter, rushing at her from the park gate. Letting loose a cry of her own, Lenora rose to her feet – considerably more elegantly than Harry – and embraced him. "I missed you!" Harry crooned, laughing happily.

"You saw me last week," Lenora laughed.

"I know, but its hell at the Dursley's, even more so at the moment. The strangest things began to happen a couple of days ago and I'm surprised they let me out of the house at all."

"What do you mean?" She asked voice full of concern. Pulling him to what had become 'their' patch of flowers, she allowed him to explain.

"Well the other morning, a letter came for me! Letters never come for me. It was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs as well, how did they know that? Anyway Dudley told Uncle Vernon so he took it away and destroyed it, but then they moved me into Dudley's second bedroom. I don't get why they did that? So now I have a proper bedroom with a proper bed, not that old camping one! It didn't stop there though; the letters kept coming; more and more of them, until Uncle Vernon couldn't fit them all into the fire at one time. There were even lots of them this morning and it's a Sunday! There is never any post on Sundays. I did manage to see one of the letters though; it said 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Do you know what that is?"

Lenora pulled a face at this, although it was not entirely unexpected. "Yes Harry I do. In fact, I was going to speak to you about that today. However, before we get to the serious bit; I thought you might like this?" She grinned then, raising the scaly box so he could see it. Her heart broke at the awestruck look that came over his face at the sight of it.

"Is that for me?" He asked, stunned. Lenora was reminded then, that this would be only the fifth birthday present he had ever received. Smiling wistfully, she nodded and held it out to him. Harry became bashful as he always did when she gave him gifts and took it gingerly. "Can I open it now?" He asked quietly.

"Yes of course. That's the idea, silly." She laughed. Harry regained his confidence then and grinned at her.

Shifting in his seated position, Harry slipped one careful finger under the string holding the 'interesting' binding together. It snapped easily under his finger and the red scales shimmered before falling to the sides, revealing a polished black box with an emerald dragon etched into it. Harry Potter glanced up at her before flicking open the latch at her encouraging smile. Pulling back the lid revealed a pearlescent fang, strung on an obsidian cord. Drawing it from the box, Harry held it before his eyes and gawped at its beauty. "That is the first fang from the first dragon whose hatching I solely aided in and blessed; a Romanian Longhorn." Harry's mouth fell open as a whole new respect for her bloomed in him.

"Hatching? Blessed?" He asked, deeply interested in discovering new facts about her world.

"Well as you know, dragons are born from eggs. However, the Romanian Longhorn is becoming rare due to hunting for its impressive horn. A breeding programme was introduced, but then it was discovered that 1 in 3 Longhorn eggs are infected with a disease called ryopoxin which inhibits their growth and means they will never hatch. When I was a small child, I accidentally performed magic on an infected Longhorn egg, resulting in the healthy birth of a baby Longhorn several months later. The other problem with dragon hatchings is that the females are generally very aggressive towards most things and although the reserve's aim is to help them; in their unrest and hostility many dragons have trampled their eggs. That is why we dragon keepers must aid in the hatchings. The other dragon keepers refer to my 'salvation' magic as a blessing; a wish for the dragon to have a prosperous life."

Harry frowned in concentration as he processed this influx of information. "So, you save babies? You're finally a fully-fledged dragon keeper then?" Smiling graciously at him, she nodded.

"Yes, I suppose you could put it like that," Lenora laughed. "Yes finally. My pay as dragon keeper was actually handed to me yesterday, rather than given to Darius." Harry hugged her tightly at the joy in her voice.

"I'm so happy for you. Thank you for my gift, I do love it...but are you sure you can give that to me? I mean, it was the first baby you cared for alone, isn't that very important? Will you get in trouble for giving it to someone like me?" Lenora's eyes filled with pity and she pressed her gift into his hand.

"Of course Harry, we made a promise to each other did we not?" At this, she turned over his right hand and then her own, revealing two small identical scars. "We are blood siblings Harry, bound by an oath we made when we were eight. There is no one more important to me than you. I want you to have this to show that, so you shall always remember what you mean to me. Also, uh, no I won't. In fact that is something I have to talk to you about...that and why you've been getting all of those letters." Harry nodded at her solemn tone and slipped the fang's cord over his head, allowing it to rest over his heart. He then sat on the emerald grass and waited for her to sit beside him and begin.

"You see, Harry, I think it's time I told you the whole truth...about me, my life, and your life too." Harry looked confused at this, but nodded warily for her to continue. "Look, would you rather I started with the bit about the letters or myself?" She asked brusquely, quickly losing her confidence and courage.

"Uh, somehow I think the letters might be simpler. So, start there." Lenora nodded, steeling herself and began.

"As you mentioned earlier, those letters come from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As the name states, it is a school for those who can do magic. Remember when we met, I told you you could do magic like me." Harry nodded at this, getting this part. "Well...Hogwarts is a school for wizards of the age of 11-18. You receive your acceptance letter days before your eleventh birthday, but you have been on their books as a future student from the day you were born. At this school you will learn how to use and control magic (more so than I have taught you) and become versed in several other subjects; examples being potions, care of magical creatures and arithmancy. Hogwarts is actually in Scotland and is one of the only magical schools in the world that makes its location publicly known." By this point Harry looked confused and she paused to allow him to speak.

"Wait, there are magical schools? Why didn't you tell me before now?" Harry felt mildly betrayed by this even as he recalled her evasiveness pertaining to his questions about magical education in the past.

"I'm sorry Harry, I promise I'm telling you everything today, but there are things I couldn't tell you before now. Telling you about Hogwarts would have led you to ask other questions that I couldn't answer at the time." She told him, apologetically.

Sudden realisation filled Harry's face and "does that mean you're going to Hogwarts too?" burst from his mouth. Lenora winced at this and shook her head.

"No, I'm not Harry. I would not be safe there at this point. That is one of the questions I was dreading if I told you earlier; one question leads to a thousand more." Her tone took a solemn edge at this and then realising this, Lenora tried to perk up. "Anyway, do you want me to tell you more about Hogwarts or not?" Although Harry still looked slightly confused and slightly suspicious, he nodded eagerly. Lenora smiled weakly at his enthusiasm and proceeded to tell him most of the things she knew about the British school.

A long while later, Harry was agog and his mind was reeling with the large influx of information he had just received. "Wow," was all he could utter, speechless.

"I know," Lenora said giggling.

"Is all of that real? You're not just playing with me?" He asked suspiciously. Lenora could be quite the prankster when she wanted to be and her story-telling ability was out of this world. It probably also helped that she was an amazing liar.

"Well..."At his crestfallen face, her facade faltered and she began to laugh. "No of course not Harry and you'll see it all for yourself come September." She told him encouragingly. The crestfallen expression hadn't quite left his face though.

"I wish you were going though. You're the only friend I've ever had." Her heat broke at his morose tone and she embraced him tightly.

"If you're anything like your father then I don't think you'll have to worry about making friends." She teased, trying to bring a smile to his downturned face. However, she immediately realised her slip as his head snapped up to stare at her.

"What?" He asked hoarsely.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Lenora answered him nervously. "Well, um, that was part of what I needed to talk to you about as well, but I didn't know how to go about it."

"You know who my parents are?"He demanded.

"Yes," she answered defeated, not seeing a way out.

"How?" Noticing the hurt plastered on her face from his harsh tone, he softened his tone and asked again.

"What have your aunt and uncle told you about your parents, Harry?"

"Hardly anything, but they insult them quite a bit. Well that, and that they died in a car crash." The instant fury and resignation that warred on her face surprised him.

"Oh Harry," she sighed and her grief touched him. "Let's start from the beginning shall we? You can ask me questions when I finish, yeah?" At his nod, she began to speak.

"Your mother's name was Lily Potter, nee Evans. She was frighteningly intelligent, kind and loyal. A true friend, many say." Lenora looked to Harry and saw the eagerness in his eyes as he soaked up any information she could give him about his parents. "Your father was James Potter. He was bold brazen, loyal and almost as intelligent as your mother; although he showed it in different ways; a true prankster at heart. They met at Hogwarts and James adored Lily from the day he first saw her. It took a lot to convince her they were meant to be though." She told him, chuckling. "If there was one thing Lily Evans was, it was stubborn. He got her in the end though, James could be stubborn too. They were soulmates." Lennie sighed sadly, knowing the overjoyed expression on her 'brother's' face would not last.

Delaying the inevitable, she reached into her previously unseen satchel and produced an aged photo album and a thick tome. Handing the tome to Harry, she told him. "This book is called Hogwarts: A History. If ever you have questions about the school, the answers should be in here." She waited a moment as Harry mumbled his thanks, still stunned from learning something about his parents, before stroking the album slightly and flipping it open. "And this, this is a photo containing a picture of almost every significant moment in James and Lily's lives; both together and apart." Showing him the first picture of the two together, displaying a gangly dark-haired teenager – who could have been Harry in few years – and a pretty redhead, both grinning into the camera.

Harry took it from her carefully, as if it may disintegrate if handled roughly. He flicked through it for a while, allowing a few tears to cascade down his face. "Thank you," he croaked, clutching it tightly to himself. Glancing up at her heartbroken face, he gulped. "Bad things are coming now, aren't they?" Her eyes took on a tortured glaze and she nodded.

"I'm so so sorry." She told him feeling old beyond her years, before gently revealing the truth of James and Lily's death. "I want you to know, they were brave, they were so very brave Harry. There was just a very evil man, you see people call him the Dark Lord and –"

A long while later Lenora was holding Harry close to her as he sobbed. "Why them? Why did they die and leave me?" While she was but a child herself, Lenora had not spared him anything on account of him being young. She felt it was better he knew it now than later, allowing hate to fester.

"They wanted you to live, my dear one. They are still watching over you. In fact, they always will be. You don't want their sacrifice to be in vain, do you?" He shook his head vehemently then, seeing her logic. "I always be here for you Harry, I will never leave you; no matter what." She swore and he clutched at her tightly.

"You promise?" He whispered, still choked up from crying.

"I promise," She whispered back and waited for him to adjust to all of the information she had given him so far.

"How do you know so much about my parents?" He asked, suddenly realising she was far too young to have ever known so much about them. Gulping, Lenora raised agonised yet determined eyes to face his. "There is another story I have to tell you Harry, something I couldn't tell you before now. Are you sure you want to hear?" Harry nodded a determined gleam in his eyes and Lenora sighed, tilting her head to face the midday sun.

"Eons ago, creatures of all kinds were brought into creation. Some were magical, some were not, but they all had some level of sentience. They spanned the Earth, far and wide and all were at peace. However, this peace was not to last. Years later, humans joined the creatures in creation. They were followed by their more evolved wizard counterparts and both laid war against the creatures. War raged for an aeon and many non-magical creatures lost their sentience. This went on until one day; the remaining creatures converged in a gathering. The humans had driven them backwards and they were in shambles; lost without someone to guide them. Many of them had grown violent in their desperation to survive and protect their kin. They decided to elect a leader. Many strong and brave creatures stepped forward, but they lacked in diplomacy and compassion. This stalemate went on for days until a lithe almost humanoid creature with starlight hair stepped forwards.

She was one of the fey, a majestic and powerful race with equal parts compassion and intelligence. Understanding filled her for the human race, not hatred. She understood their desire to keep their home safe for she felt it too. Her intention had not been to rule, but to help the other creatures understand the plight of man. However, her intentions mattered not. Her rational benevolent argument swayed the creatures, magical and not, and they felt deep respect for her seep into their bones. The young fey waited for their verdict on her plea, expecting vicious contention and dismissal, but she received neither. The fledgling fey was overwhelmed with shock when as one; all creatures fell to their knees before her. They had found their Queen.

Days later, with the young fey at the helm, the creatures approached the humans for a truce. Negotiations took weeks, but in the end a truce was agreed. Several...concessions had to be made on the creature's behalf and in return the humans had to agree to forever acknowledge the Creature Queen as a superior authority. Peace was restored and both kinds were able to survive; each with their own puppet leader in the service of the Creature Queen. Eons later, the tradition is still upheld; once a fey, always a fey. From Mirna at the beginning, to Luciana after her, to countless others after them, until Queen Elvyne had Princess Lenora, who after the death of her mother became Queen Lenora mere days after her birth."

Lost in her tale, Lenora did not notice the rapidly shifting expressions on Harry's face; first he was intrigued and he too got lost in her tale, but then he cycled through shocked realisation, awe, respect and confusion. Retracting her gaze from the sun, Lenora stared intently into green eyes with majestic golden ones. "My name is Queen Lenora Deeragoh-Eterni and I am the ruler of all creatures."

"Wow," Harry hushed, before scrambling to his feet in an attempt to bow. Tinkling laughter interrupted him and he glanced at her in confusion.

"You need not bow to me, Harry. You are my brother remember? That affords you certain privileges." She said with a wry smirk. Harry smiled slightly back before hesitantly lowering himself back onto the grass at her behest.

"Now for the rest of your explanation," she said. "Firstly, the truth as to why I haven't told you. My rights as 'divine ruler' are sacred if you listen to Endawi. As I told you a while ago, there is an evil man and his followers out there who seek to rule the world. As such, if they could control/manipulate me, they would gain control of a large portion of the world. As a child, I lost my parents to some of these 'Deatheaters' and have been overprotected ever since. Endawi suggested it was unsafe to tell you of my true identity before we were of age to enter school and I agreed with him. If you had known, you could have been in danger. As such, although I apologise, I do not regret it for even a moment." She paused at this point to gage his response.

"Wow...so you...wow." He seemed lost for words. "Wait, danger? Would they try to kill you? They can't, they can't have you too." Lenora rested her hand on his forearm and waited for him to calm down.

"I won't lie to you, yes. However, I have been hidden all of my life. They cannot get to me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I have faith; none of my subjects would ever let them get their hands on me. In fact, my safety is most of the reason I am not going to Hogwarts. You see, I would be too out in the open there and there is man there who would love nothing more than to manipulate me at this vulnerable age. Oh god, I sound like Endwai, that's exactly what he says. Anyway, so I'm going to Durmstrang instead. It is remote, secret and I'm getting in on a special technicality as they don't usually take girls; I shall be the only female student at Durmstrang. No one would ever expect that I would be sent there."

Seeing that Harry looked as if he was going interrupt, she stopped him. "I know you have questions about all of that, but let me finish first. I want to tell you how I know about your parents before we get into that." Harry paused, shut his mouth and then nodded, acquiescing because the end result would give him more information on his parents.

"Each Creature Queen is connected to the one before her, both through blood and a spiritual link. The spiritual link allows the next Creature Queen to access certain information from the previous one's memories. I used this capability to access the information my mother had on your parents. You see, all creatures, partial or full blood, magical or not, fall under our reign. Your father was an animagus, which means he could transform into a specific animal form; he was a stag. Animagi fall under the category of creature and so, my mother made it her business to know about him and his friends. They became friends I believe." She stopped herself, becoming confused at the easy grin spread across Harry's face.

"We were meant to be friends, siblings even! It wasn't just chance."

"Of course it wasn't Harry," she responded, wheezing when Harry attacked her suddenly. He suddenly burst into hysterical laughter and she joined in, delighted in his joy. Glancing at her pocket watch, Lenora sighed. They were running out of time. "Look Harry, we're running out of time, but there is so much more you need to know. I can tell you most of it some other time, but there is something more you need to know before your eleventh birthday."

At his nod of acceptance, Lenora fell into telling him of his reputation as 'The Boy Who Lived', how Albus Dumbledore would attempt to manipulate and control him and what would inevitably happen on his eleventh birthday. With his unconditional trust in her filling her with confidence in their future, the two formed a plan on how they should twist the events of his eleventh birthday as the sun drifted through the hazy summer sky.

A/N

So there it is. My latest venture. I hope you like it, I have to say, I love where I'm taking this story next. I hope you do too. Please review...I love receiving feedback. I hope you liked the little twists and turns in that chapter. Although, I do apologise for the large amount of dialogue, but I felt the explanation it provided was necessary for the first chapter. Updating for this and Silver Soul should alternate so don't worry if you read that! I won't be abandoning it...ever.

Anyway, until the next time.

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Over and out.