Hello everyone, and welcome to the start of a new story. This novel follows the events that occurred in Atlas and is set at the same time as the events of 'The Child of Prophecy'. Now, on with the show!
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Chapter 1- The Die is Cast
Solitas, the aptly named continent of the North, cut off from the rest of the world by both sea and mountain. Frigid winds howled in the lonely peaks, making life near impossible for both Human and Grimm alike. But through both perseverance and adaptation, life had indeed managed to flourish. The Grimm adapted as they always did, their hides thickening to accommodate for the colder climate, with Polar Ursa and Frost Beowolves prowling the mountain peaks. Humanity itself had also managed to survive, through use of technology.
Using Dust, they created the first central heating systems, turning the Arctic climate into something more hospitable. It was on Solitas that the Mantle Empire was founded, as well in the years to come the Kingdom of Atlas. But before the Humans, there was another species that called the peaks their home, one that was charged with safeguarding the mortal races.
Secluded upon one of the highest peaks was a great forest, that seemed to blossom and thrive in spite of the polar conditions. Their bark was silver, and the leaves that sprouted from the branches was a bright luminescent blue, that seemed to hum with strange energy. Great crystals also sprouted from the surface, all of them different shades of blue, and humming with arcane magic. The most notable fonts of arcane magic though were the large pools of water that were dotted throughout the vale, which seemed to glow with overflowing fonts of magic. For this forest was the Azure Dragonshrine, home to the Blue Dragonflight.
Within one of the pools, a great Dragon bathed, his deep blue scales glowing brightly as the arcane energies surged through him, revitalising him as they splashed over him. He let out a deep sigh of content as he scanned the area surrounding him with half open violet eyes, opening his fanged maw to let out a yawn that would have made even the bravest men tremble in their armour. His eyes darted to his right as he saw two Blue Drakes fly past him, not even turning their heads to acknowledge the older Dragon. Not that he could blame them. With the Flight in the discord it was in right now, all members of the Flight, both young and old, were doing all they could to stabilise their situation.
Malygos the Spellweaver, Aspect of the Blue Dragonflight and Guardian of Magic, was dying. Millennia of madness were finally beginning to wear down the ancient Dragon, and his body was beginning to waste away. The Blue Dragonflight had done everything they could to stem off death, used every spell and every artefact within their possession but the result was the same all the time. The Aspect was dying, and a new Aspect was going to be needed. The Dragonflights across the globe were prepared for such a thing, the Blue Dragonflight more than the others. But truth be told, none actually knew HOW a new Aspect would be chosen, only that it was possible.
So far there was only one candidate who had stepped forward to replace the current Aspect, but to say he was popular was about as true as saying pigs could fly. Arygos was the son of Malygos, and as far as they knew the last living Scion of Malygos. The Blue Aspects blood pumped through the Dragons veins, but he also seemed to have inherited his fathers insanity, at least partially. He was vain and had a short fuse, the complete opposite of his father. Many openly challenged him to his claim, including himself, and even those that supported him said they only do so out of loyalty to his bloodline.
As he reflected on the situation of the Flight, his ears swivelled as they heard the distant beating of wings, getting louder as they came closer. Under normal circumstances he would have ignored it and continued resting, but he recognised the thrum of magic that surrounded the being, and let out a weary sigh. It seemed he would have to find another time to relax.
"Lord Kalecgos!" a voice shouted, getting louder as a small Blue Drake entered the clearing, landing and kneeling at the edge of the pool as the Dragon, Kalecgos, swivelled his head around to meet gaze of the younger Drake. "Lord Senegos has requested your presence, he says it is a matter of urgency."
"Thank you, Narygos." Kalecgos responded, the young Drake Narygos standing up as the older Dragon began to rise, water dripping from his pale underbelly and from joints in his limbs.
Narygos was one of the younger Blue Dragons. Whilst older than any mortal, he was considered an adolescent by other Dragons, no more mature then a Human teen. At a young age he had been assigned to serve Kalecgos, and he had grown to respect the young Blue Drake. His scales were of a darker shade than Kalecgos', and metal plates embedded with topaz's adorned his shins, as well as covering his scalp and running down along his spine. In addition he had a number of blue runic symbols running across his neck and shoulders, which glowed and hummed brightly, even during the day.
Flexing his great wings, Kalecgos leapt into the air and began to fly deeper into the Dragonshrine, the young Narygos close behind him. He could feel the air breeze past him as he flew, covering more ground in a minute then a Human could in an hour. Around him, other Blue Dragons went about their duties, whether it was patrolling they skies or other miscellaneous tasks. Eventually he came to the largest of the pools within the Dragonshrine, the centre of which was a small island with a large crystal orb in the centre, the Focusing Iris. It was with this item that the Aspect could observe the magical ley-lines of Remnant, and could both direct and control their flow. It had not been used since the betrayal of Deathwing, and had been gathering dust for the last thousand years or so, yet still looked as new as the day it was forged.
Near the lake, which was known as the Eye of Eternity, was a great cave, surrounded by a number of Dragons. This was the home of Malygos and his court, though only a small number of Dragons actually came in and out of the cave complex now that Malygos' condition was worsening. Kalecgos landed at the mouth of the cave, one of the Drakes that had been guarding the cave quickly flying towards the Dragon and his escort.
"Lord Kalecgos...you're late as usual..." the Drake stated matter of factly, the annoyance in her tone not lost on Kalecgos. "Lord Senegos is waiting for you inside, I wouldn't keep him waiting for much longer if I were you..."
"Of course Stellagosa." Kalecgos responded, nodding his head before turning to Narygos. "Wait here until I return, unless you have any other duties that need tending to."
"As you wish, my Lord." Narygos bowed, lowering his head with the proper respect before rising again.
Satisfied, Kalecgos turned to walk towards the cave entrance, the Dragons guarding it parting as the Blue Dragon approached. The soft earth soon turned to hard stone as the darkness of the cave surrounded him, the only rays of light emanating from the crystals that sprouted from the cave walls. Eventually, he came to an open space, a small pool of arcane magic secluded in a small corner of the cave, a large elderly Dragon sat at its edge.
The older Dragons scales were a deep blue, though many were dull and cracked, the membrane between his wings now tattered and torn. Runes covered his arms and legs, though they did not glow with the potency of youth as they had before. Great crystal like horns sprouted from his head, much like Kalecgos' own, though they were much larger and were dulled at the tips, much like his teeth that sprouted from his mouth. To add to his elderly visage was a mane of cream white fur that hung loosely around his head and ran down his neck. Yet despite the Dragons seemingly frail appearance, he was strong and muscular, and showed no sign of wearing down any sooner. This was Senegos, chief advisor to the Aspect and perhaps one of the oldest Dragons alive, second only to the Aspects themselves.
"Lord Senegos," Kalecgos announced, causing the elder Dragon to swivel his head around to meet his gaze. "You requested my presence?"
"Kalec, right on time as usual." the elderly Dragon responded, his lips curling into a small smile.
"Forgive me, but your grand-daughter told me I was late." Kalecgos stated, raising his brow as he recalled the conversation he had with Stellagosa outside the cave entrance.
"Yes, apologies about my little Starlight." Senegos apologised, referring to the Drake by her nickname. "Though I must admit, the topic of our discussion is indeed rather serious."
"Has someone else decided to challenge Arygos for the title of Spellweaver?" Kalecgos asked, half hopeful that his words were true. Senegos instead shook his head, causing Kalecgos to let out a sigh of disappointment.
"I'm afraid Arygos still remains uncontested to his fathers title." Senegos explained sadly before letting out a deep sigh as he lowered his head. "If only Kirygosa were still here, she would have been a far more popular candidate to challenge her Brother..."
Kalecgos nodded silently at the mention of the Dragons name. Like Arygos, Kirygosa was one of the last Scions of Malygos, and possessed the more admirable qualities of her father. Kind, intelligent, strong and most importantly to Kalecgos at least, had a sense of humour. Before the Aspects madness, Malygos was known to have a jovial sense of humour, something his son seemed to lack. Kirygosa had always joked that if she were to become Aspect, her first action would be to relocate the Flight to somewhere warmer. It was unquestionable that if she were to step forward to claim the title of Spellweaver, she would be hailed as the new Aspect without a doubt.
Which made her disappearance all the more tragic. Some months ago, Kirygosa and her mother, the Prime Consort Saragosa, along with a contingent of other Dragons had gone on a hunting trip and never returned. When scouts set off to find them, they found the signs of a bloody ambush, Saragosa and her entourage all brutally butchered. There were no signs of Kirygosa, but with how badly mutilated all the Dragons were it was impossible to identify her, and it became common consensus that she was amongst the dead. Perhaps more tragic though was that the fact that Kirygosa had been pregnant with her first clutch of eggs, her death putting a devastating dent in their already small numbers.
"Perhaps you should challenge Arygos to claim the title of Aspect." Kalecgos suggested, causing the elder Dragon to look up at him. "You command a great deal of respect amongst many of our Flight, and your wisdom is second only to Malygos himself."
"You flatter me Kalec, but I cannot take up the mantle of Aspect." Senegos reasoned, letting out a hearty chuckle as Kalecgos tilted his head questioningly. "I may not look it, but I am old. My strength is not what it used to be. All we would be doing is replacing one old Dragon with another, it would only delay the need for another Aspect for a short while."
"Well for what it's worth, you could have fooled me." Kalecgos joked, his lips curling into a friendly smile.
Senegos began to laugh loudly, Kalecgos joining in as their laughter echoed loudly throughout the cave. With a sigh, the two Dragons ceased before Senegos' face took on a more serious visage, signalling that he wished to return to their discussion.
"As urgent as the matter of the next Aspect is, it is not the reason I summoned you here Kalec." Senegos explained, causing the younger Dragon to take a tentative step towards the old Dragon.
"What is it?" Kalecgos asked, sensing the worry in the Dragons tone.
"I fear that the treacherous Black Dragonflight is preparing to strike at the mortal kingdoms." Senegos replied, taking a step towards the small pool within the corner of the cave, Kalecgos following him closely. "We may have slipped into the legends of Human history, but it is still our charge to protect them."
"Do you know when they will strike?" Kalecgos asked, stopping at the edge of the small basin of water next to Senegos.
"No, nor do I know how." Senegos sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "The pools have been...reluctant to share their wisdom as of late. No doubt they still reel from the chaos of the Shattering."
"Do you know anything else?" Kalecgos asked quietly, trying not to sound frustrated at the lack of information.
"All I know is that an agent of theirs is within the city of Atlas." Senegos explained, dipping a claw into the pool of water. As soon as the tip touched the surface of the water, it began to ripple as the arcane energies began to shimmer and spin like a small maelstrom before stilling. Upon the surface of the water was the human kingdom of Atlas, its towers reaching high into the sky, the most prominent structure in the image being a large manor that look as though it could dwarf the Dragonshrine itself.
"I know that building..." Kalecgos murmured, staying silent for a second to ensure his assumption was correct. "That's the Schnee Manor, heart of the Dust trade in Atlas. Is the agent of the Black Dragonflight their?"
"As far as I can discern, yes." Senegos answered as the image began to shimmer into something else. "No doubt they wish to use the company for their own ends. For what reason I do not know, all I know though is that this one will be imperative to learning the truth..."
As Senegos spoke, the pool stopped shifting and stilled, on their surface now the face of a young Human female, her fair skin marred only by a scar across her left eye, and her long silver hair tied into a ponytail.
"Who...is that?" Kalecgos asked, lost for words as he stared at the image of the young woman in confusion before it shimmered away into nothingness.
"I do not know." Senegos responded. "Nor do I know if she will be an ally or an enemy, only that she is the key to finding out the plans of the Black Dragonflight."
"When do I leave?" Kalecgos asked, turning to face Senegos as he spoke.
"Immediately. We cannot wait about for the Black Dragonflight to strike, and the city of Atlas is a long way away." Senegos answered, Kalecgos nodding as he turned to leave.
"I will not fail you, Senegos." Kalecgos responded as he began to make his way towards the entrance of the cave.
"Don't worry about failing me! Worry about failing the Flight!" Senegos shouted back, laughing heartily as Kalecgos rolled his eyes in response.
Soon the light of day entered his vision once more, taking a deep breath as he inhaled the fresh air once more. Turning, he saw Narygos talking with one of the other Drakes, their voices quiet so no eavesdropper could hear. Upon spotting Kalecgos, Narygos murmured a farewell before turning to leave, the other Drake returning to whatever duties it had been in the middle of doing.
"Any news, my Lord?" Narygos asked, looking up to Kalecgos as he spoke.
"We're leaving the shrine." Kalecgos simply responded, Narygos recoiling his head slightly as he blinked in surprise. "I'll explain more on the way. If you have anything that needs doing here in the shrine, any tasks you have neglected, do them now. Once you're finished, meet me at the southern border."
"At once, my Lord." Narygos responded, trying his best to hide the confusion in his voice.
Without another word, Narygos leaping into the air and turning to head to his roost within the shrine. As he flew, his mind began to wander as to what exactly Kalecgos had planned for the both of them. Regardless of the reason for their sudden journey, he couldn't help but feel excited as well as nervous.
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Weiss watched with a neutral look on her face as airships belonging to the Atlesian Armed Forces flew by, their engines leaving a trail of white smoke, marring the otherwise clear sky. Further out, another airship drifted by lazily, no doubt on patrol. Atlas had a history of Military might throughout the years. After the Mantle Empire was dissolved, Atlas was the first to build a standing Army, due to the large number of former military officers that made up the government of the fledgling Kingdom. The sight of Atlesian airships patrolling the air and the legions of Soldiers patrolling the streets was nothing new to the public. Weiss herself had been used to the sight of them, but now she was back, she felt like a foreigner.
Months spent in another Kingdom had made her aware of how tight a grip the military actually had on the Kingdom. It was all for their own safety of course, but it was still a shock to her system nonetheless. In fact, the military presence in general was double what it once was. Was this General Ironwoods response to the White Fangs attack on Vale? Or was it in response to the Black Dragon that tore open the world and went on a rampage through Beacon Academy before leaving? Perhaps the answer was both. Though even with the increased military presence, made most apparent by the fleet of cruisers that had formed a blockade around the kingdom, she didn't feel any safer. In fact, she felt like a prisoner.
Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the rapping of knuckles on her door, causing her to turn her head slightly in acknowledgement.
"Yes?" Weiss asked, the sound of the door opening echoing loudly in her spacious room.
As the door opened, a short partially overweight man stepped into the room, dressed in the attire of the staff of the Schnee residence. His brown hair was beginning to fall out, leaving his scalp bald, and a large moustache covered the entirety of his upper lip. As he stepped partially into the room, he lowered his head as a sign of respect before speaking.
"Pardon the interruption, Miss Schnee, but your father wishes to speak to you." the Butler said, Weiss sighing sadly as she nodded her head in understanding, turning to face the window one last time before standing.
"Thank you, Klein." Weiss said, turning to leave as the Butler, Klein, bowed his head once more, waiting for the young Heiress to leave the room before closing the door behind her.
"I believe your father is in his Study, Miss Schnee." Klein informed her, pointing down the hallway as he spoke.
"Thank you, Klein. That will be all." Weiss thanked, Klein nodding his head before turning to leave, no doubt to tend to other duties.
With a sigh, she bowed her head low, slowly making her way towards her fathers study. Not once did she raise her head as she walked through the endless corridors, stopping only as she passed an ornate painting of the old War Hero Anduin Lothar, Lion of Mantle. Weiss remembered with a sad smile on her face as she used to pretend to fight in front of the painting, the tales of the legendary warrior nobleman that Klein told her as a child igniting the fire that would drive her to become a Huntress. Turning away from the painting, she continued to make her way towards her fathers study, her head bowed low once again.
"Good afternoon, sister."
Weiss froze at the voice and looked up with a startled look on her face. Standing in front of her was a young boy, slightly younger than herself, dressed in a smart formal attire. Like her, his hair was silver, though it was short and combed to the side.
"A pleasure to see you out of your room for a change." he continued, bowing slightly as he did.
Weiss sidestepped him, keeping her eyes on her as he turned to meet her gaze with one of his own.
"Hello, Whitley." Weiss responded dryly, trying to hide the contempt in her tone. "You're in a cheery mood today."
"Klein made crepes for breakfast." the boy, Whitley, responded matter of factly, though the smirk on his face was poorly hidden, indicating another reason.
"What do you want?" Weiss asked, going straight to the point with the leech that was her brother.
"I heard father was shouting with someone in his study earlier." Whitley responded, causing Weiss to roll her eyes.
"Mother?"
"No, she's already drinking in the garden." Whitley responded, holding a hand to his chin as he mulled over the details in his head. "I think it was a man."
Weiss looked up this, genuinely curious as to the identity of the individual arguing with her father. After mulling over the list of potential candidates, she deduced it was more then likely some poor subordinate who couldn't fight back.
"I just wanted to warn you." Whitley spoke up, interrupting Weiss' train of thought, his voice filled with fake concern. "I heard he had asked to speak with you."
"I'll be fine." Weiss replied, causing Whitley to laugh slightly to himself in response.
"I know you will." Whitley replied as he held his hand out to Weiss. "You are strong, like Winter is...or, was at least."
Weiss flinched at the use of the past tense Whitley used to refer to Winter, her older sister. Some months ago, Winter had been sent north deep into Solitas with a squad of soldiers. Some weeks ago, one of them returned, claiming that they had been ambushed by Twilight's Hammer and that he'd barely escaped with his own life. A search team was sent out to find Winter, but after days of searching she was declared MIA, possibly KIA.
"You never did like Winter, did you." Weiss stated matter of factly, causing the younger Schnee to shrug his shoulders.
"True, but you couldn't deny her resolve." Whitley replied, causing Weiss to look at him questioningly as she saw his face fall slightly.
"You...seem different." Weiss said, her eyes narrowed slightly as her brother shrugged at her claim in response.
"And you've been gone." Whitley argued as he began to step back from his sister. "I'll have you know I didn't stop growing while you were away at Beacon."
As he finished his sentence, Whitley turned to walk away, his own footsteps thudding softly on the floor as he did so.
"Anyway, good luck with father!" Whitley shouted back without looking, before turning into one of the many doorways that dotted the corridor.
Weiss narrowed her eyes as she watched her brother leave, making a mental note to keep a close eye on him. She continued to make her way through the sprawling corridors until at last she made it to the outside of her fathers study, where she could hear two muffled voices in a heated debate. That meant it was probably not some poor servant, but someone important. Curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly opened the door, peering inside before stepping through. Her father, Jacques Schnee, was sat at his desk, an empty glass in his hand and his face red with rage. Sat in front of him was a man in military attire, a man Weiss immediately recognised as General Ironwood.
"Jacques, will you please, just hear me out?" Ironwood pleaded, causing the man in question to angrily slam his glass down on the table.
"You are a trusted friend and ally to this family, James, but what you're suggesting is absurd!" Jacques stated matter of factly, causing the General to sigh in frustration.
"You are blowing it out of proportion."
"The council will never agree to it!"
"You forget, I hold two seats on the council."
"Your Dust embargo has already cost me millions! I can promise you, I have not forgotten!"
"So this is about you."
So entranced in the conversation, Weiss had let her grip on the door slip, causing it to slam shut loudly, startling her and the other two occupants of the room. Weiss then turned awkwardly towards the two gentlemen, Ironwood standing up quickly and bowing in respect towards Weiss.
"Miss Schnee! My apologies. I should have been gone by now." the military General apologised, causing Weiss to blink in surprise before regaining her senses.
"It-it's okay." Weiss reassured, the General nodding slightly in response before turning to face Jacques.
"We'll continue this at another time." Ironwood stated, to which Jacques nodded in response.
"Indeed." Jacques concurred. "Klein can show you out."
"Don't worry, I know the way. Until next time, Jacques." Ironwood replied, Jacques nodding his head in response as the General turned to leave, stopping to turn towards Weiss.
"Please know, we haven't given up on finding Winter, Miss Schnee." Ironwood reassured Weiss, moving his hand to place it reassuringly on her shoulder, only to think better of it and retract it. With that he turned to leave, the door closing loudly behind him.
Weiss then turned to face her father, half expecting him to reprimand her for her poor manners, though was surprised to see he had a tired look on his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"Can you believe there are still people in the world that blame Atlas for what happened to Beacon? To Vale?" Jacques asked, his tone filled with bitterness as he shook his head. "Those Twilight Cultists are only making things worse for us, claiming that Dragon was sent from the earth to 'punish us for our sins'. I mean, can you believe such nonsense?! It's a wonder Ironwood wasn't stripped of his rank and discharged!"
"The council trusts him, father. As do I." Weiss stated matter of factly. Like her, Ironwood was there at Vale when it was attacked, helping fight off the White Fang and Grimm, and aiding in rescuing survivors when the Dragon attacked the school. Her answer didn't seem to please her father, who sighed loudly as he raised his head to face her.
"Thanks to him, Atlas is forbidden from exporting Dust to other Kingdoms." Jacques said exasperatedly before donning a mocking tone. "'A precautionary measure,' as he puts it, 'until we are certain no one is going to declare war'. How anyone could possibly find that to be sound logic is beyond me...which is why the Schnee Dust Company will be holding a charity concert in the coming weeks."
Weiss blinked in surprise, wondering if perhaps she had misheard her father. The words 'Schnee Dust Company' and 'charity concert' were rarely spoken in the same sentence. She waited with abated breath for her father to continue before she got her hopes up that her father was actually being charitable.
"We need to show the people of Remnant that we are on their side. That we are all victims of the fall of Beacon." Jacques continued, Weiss' hopes rising higher as he spoke.
"That's...wonderful news." Weiss said, a smile spreading across her face. Sure, the reasons for holding the concert were possibly selfish, but for the right reasons.
"I know." Jacques chuckled mirthfully, before his gaze fixated on Weiss. "And I think it would make a lot of people happy if you performed at the event."
Weiss' heart fell at her fathers words, made more apparent by the shocked and disappointed look on her face.
"Excuse me?"
"Many forget that you were there. My own daughter, a Schnee, on the grounds, defending another Kingdom." Jacques replied. "We need to remind them! And we need to show them that the Schnee family is just as strong as ever!"
So this was the reason for the charity event. Not a way to show, that Atlas was doing what little it could to support a fellow Kingdom, but a purely selfish act to make the Schnee name heard loud and clear now that Dust export was forbidden.
"Are you asking me if I'd like to sing, or telling me?" Weiss asked, already knowing the answer deep down.
Before Jacques could answer, there was a knock on the door, causing both to turn and face it. When neither spoke, there was another knock, as Jacques let out a tired sigh before speaking.
"Enter."
The door slowly opened, and in stepped a woman, no older then Winter. Her skin was pale, and she wore a sleeveless red dress that did little to hide her breasts, which were barely covered by the purple waistcoat she wore on top. One side of her dress was opened, showing one of her leg which was partially covered by a black silk stocking, black high heels on her feet. Her ebony hair draped down past her shoulders, not hiding her undeniably beautiful face, lit up by her lilac eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jacques, am I...interrupting something?" the woman asked, her voice so silky and smooth it made Weiss shudder internally in disgust.
"Of course not," Jacques responded quickly, a smile spreading across his face as he gestured towards the woman. "Weiss, meet Lady Katrana Prestor. She's been an honoured guest in this household for the past few months...not that you would have noticed."
"So this is the young Heiress?" the woman, Katrana, asked, turning towards Weiss with a fake smile as she performed a short curtsey, lowering her head as a sign of respect. "It's such an honour to finally meet you. Whitley has told me so much about you, as did your sister during the time I knew her."
"Yes, as a matter of speaking, my daughter and I were just discussing the charity concert that you suggested we hold not so long ago." Jacques said, turning to face Weiss as he spoke. "Isn't that right?"
"I-...I'll start practising, father." Weiss slowly answered, lowering her head in submission.
"That's my girl..." Jacques chuckled slightly before turning to Katrana. "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure, Lady Prestor."
"I've come to discuss a matter best discussed in private," Katrana responded, turning to face Weiss as she finished. "No offence intended."
"Of course," Jacques said, quickly waving Weiss away without even looking. "Weiss, please leave us."
"Of course, father." Weiss said, turning to leave her fathers study, the sound of muted conversation echoing behind her.
As she left, the door was suddenly and sharply shut, causing her to turn around with a startled expression, freezing at the two individuals before her. Both of them were adorned head to toe in black and red armour, not even an ounce of flesh visible. Both had large swords strapped to their backs, their arms folded over their chests, their gaze focused on the young Heiress. Weiss began to walk away, the gaze of the two knights never leaving her even as she turned around. As Weiss retreated towards her quarters, she couldn't help but feel as though something was going to happen soon.
Something terrible.
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And that's the start of the new story under way. Not all chapters will be as long as this one unfortunately, and I will have a cover for the story soon, so don't worry. Liked it? Feel free to leave a review and constructive criticism is welcomed. Any questions? Either leave in your review or PM me privately. Next update will be April 21st.
Raging Archon out.