(Chapter 12)

The bullhead ride back up to Atlas was a quiet affair. Once they touched down, virtually every student made their way to either the cafeteria or their dorms. Two weeks without a proper meal or a real bed made returning to their own all the more pleasurable.

Knowing that they would have the next two weeks off from classes, the members of JCKP and WICK agreed to hang out with each other during their brief break. Plan to make plans effectively made, the two teams split up, with WICK heading to the cafeteria, and JCKP heading to their dorms.

Immediately once the door to their room was open, a rainbow flash put Neon from where she stood behind her friends, to being face down on her bed. The group smiled to each other at her antics, before they began to do various things. Flynt left to go to the dorm's community kitchen so that he could make Neon's favorite snack, coconut macaroons, and Penny began to chat with the faunus girl, understanding her perfectly despite being muffled.

Jaune enjoyed the feeling of having friends as good as these and debated what he should do with the rest of his down time. Not having stored his weapon yet, the blonde remembered that he had still yet to name it. But other things also came to the forefront of his mind, and he decided to make his way to the labs again to see if he could stumble into the genius that was Pietro Polendina.

As the leader of team JCKP walked through the halls, getting nods of acknowledgement from various students that had travelled with him and his squad, however briefly, he began to thing about himself in combat.

Every time he found himself in combat, if he used his weapon's shield form, his off hand would twitch, instinctively wanting to counterattack, but he was without the means to do so. His twin swords were fun to use but holding two swords didn't feel natural to him. The lance and umbrella form he quite enjoyed, and while he was beginning to develop some skills with the polearm, he still lacked a definite style.

Before long, he found himself standing in the entrance to the lab and saw the man he was looking for scanning over some blueprints. As the blonde approached the older man, his presence didn't go unnoticed, as the dark-skinned man's face lit up and he left his blueprints behind to greet the teen.

"Jaune my boy, good to see you back home!"

Home huh? A moment to think about the memories he made at Atlas later, and he smiled.

"Glad to be back."

Pietro looked and saw that Jaune still had his weapon on his person and asked a question.

"So, how is she treating you?" He asked as he stroked his beard.

Jaune looked a bit embarrassed as he began to explain.

"W-well, she uh, she's great. Best partner a guy could ask for. She's always helping me out, trusts me in a fight," Pietro was proud of the weapon he'd created, and knowing the blonde's character, knew that this was high praise. The only thing that confused his was the last statement.

He was making it sound like the weapon was alive, which was a tad odd. But then he took note of the look on the younger man's face, the slight embarrassed tendencies he was showing, and the faint blush he was trying to conceal.

Oh.

Oh.

The older man smiled and motioned for him to continue.

"she's incredible. She's willing to go along with my crazy plans, and even though she worries about me a lot, she also tries to help me any way she can. And she seems to have this ability to make the people around her smile."

Pietro let out a bellowing laugh, as he calmed himself and responded to the young man.

"That's some high praise if I've ever heard it! But, Jaune…" the blonde turned to look at him, and the older man continued to speak in a whisper tone.

"I was talking about your weapon."

A moment of silence, before suddenly, the teen turned a few shades redder as he covered his face with his hands, thoroughly mortified and embarrassed at having made a fool of himself.

The older man motioned for him to follow and led him to the seating area of the lab, before going to make a pot of coffee.

Jaune sat in silence for a few minutes, calming himself, and graciously accepted the mug of energy being handed to him by the older man.

"Now, tell me about your weapon."

The boy looked embarrassed again but shook it off to instead answer the man.

"Well, I love it. You and Penny put a ton of work and though into this weapon."

"But?" The boy hesitated before he answered.

"But there's quite a lot to manage. From having to become more accurate for my bow to be effective, to fighting with just a shield, having two swords; it lets me adapt to whatever the situation might be. But without any personal teaching or even styles to learn from, I feel like maybe I need to cut down on what I have to work with."

The older man took out his tablet, before he brought up the files for Jaune's weapon and put them on display, smiling as he spoke.

"I'm glad to hear it." Confusion set in for the leader of team JCKP as he tried to figure out what his partner's father meant. Seeing that he'd lost the younger man, Pietro explained.

"Jaune, I didn't expect you to master a weapon with five different forms, all of which being drastically different from each other. This was more of a trial weapon so that you could experiment with different weapons, different ranges, and practice different methods to approach battle." A look of realization dawned on the younger man, and Pietro continued to speak.

"Now that you've had a chance to experiment with different ways to fight, what do you have in mind for your weapon."

Jaune thought back to when he used a sword and a shield. It may not have truly been his weapon, but it felt almost natural in his hands. He also liked using the lance and umbrella.

"Well, I'd like to keep the metal the same, and I'd like for the shield to become a sheath for the sword."

"Like Crocea Mors?" This elicited some surprise from the blonde.

"You know it?" The older man smiled as he lost himself in thought for a moment before he answered.

"I sure do. So, besides that, anything else? Or are we just making a standard sword and shield."

"Well, I have a few ideas."

And with that, the birth of Jaune Arc's true weapon would begin creation.

The first day of their break following midterms was pure enjoyment for teams JCKP and WICK. They spent the morning of the first day at a quiet little café near the academy. The aroma of coffee permeated the building, and gently roused the teens from there groggy state.

Taking their seats at the coffee bar and making their orders, the group was graced with warm cups of delicious energy that also served to further enhance the hunger they felt. Soon, the wonderful scent of coffee was accompanied by the sounds of friends laughing among each other as they had breakfast.

The owner of the café would normally have asked them to not be so boisterous but smiled fondly as he saw the happiness practically radiating from the group. It also helped that the other patrons, elderly folk and their grandchildren, didn't seem to mind either. The older guests shared his smile as they watched the teens act their age; chuckling softly as they saw the cream-coffee moustache Neon was sporting after taking a liberal slurp of her drink.

The kids were laughing and pointing at the girl's antics, before she realized that she had a small audience and with a mischievous smile, used her semblance to close the distance between where she sat and the kids quicker than the civilians could recognize. The kids were shocked a bit from her quick movement but began to laugh as she ruffled their hair.

Now the teens shared a laugh at the kid's expense, and once Neon released them from her clutches, the two kids gave the group the most adorable pouts they could muster, this time getting laughs from the café owner and the grandparents. Though a wonderful affair, their time at the café came to an end, as the group made their way to their next destination, they waved bye to the kids.

They walked at a lazy pace, chatting as they went, before they finally stood in front of their next destination, La Grandiose, the mall of the floating kingdom. It had five floors with escalators and elevators littering the expanse and was quite wide.

Fancy boutiques selling all types of items drew the attention of the teen squad, some of them even managing to draw the group inside. A moment turned to an hour, and an hour grew to three as the teens slowly had a portion of their day stolen from them. As they finally returned to the first floor of the mall, the sound of laughter and photos being taken caught their attention.

Making their way towards the cheerful atmosphere, they were greeted with a large indoor ice-skating rink. The group shared looks, before they all grew matching smiles and ran to pay for rental skates. After donning their bladed footwear, the group of teens began to file out onto the ice.

Neon, unsurprisingly, was in her element with the skates, despite being on the ice, while Flynt, Kobalt, and Ivori only had to regain their bearings a few times before beginning to skate slowly and cautiously. What did come as a shock to the teens was when Jaune and Whitley began to skate rather comfortably on the ice as if with practiced ease.

Another shock came from Ciel and Penny, however for opposite reasons. They just couldn't manage to stay up on the ice and would either stumble or fall onto their hind ends when they tried to skate or remain upright. Jaune and Whitley saw the trouble their partners were having and with a shared nod, made their way over to the two girls.

The girls' partners offering them assistance to their feet, both took them. With incredible patience, the two partner pairs slowly began to skate together, the more experienced skaters taking their time to gently coach their partners.

While Penny could have run calculations on how best to position her feet so that she could skate perfectly, she reveled in the chance to genuinely learn something through experience, especially since her partner was the one teaching her. As the two girls slowly began to better themselves on the ice, the rest of the squad watched the two pairs with warm smiles.

Neon looked to Flynt, who in turn looked away before rubbing the back of his neck and skating towards his partner and lifetime friend. Satisfied with his presence, the two began to skate together slower than before.

Before long, the daylight had waned and the sky above was beginning to turn from the beautiful pink, red, and orange of sunset to the subtle, mysterious purple that would soon turn into a sky full of stars. As they walked below the darkening evening sky, the group began to head back to the academy.

It was a peaceful and mellow trip that took them the better part of an hour to make at their leisurely pace. Once they arrived, the group agreed to have dinner together in the incredibly spacious dorm common area. Flynt, Kobalt, and Jaune all set to work to prepare a feast for them and their friends to enjoy.

As they cooked, the smell of food began to draw more than just the appetites of their friends, and soon other hungry students began to slowly appear in the area asking if they could eat as well.

James Ironwood exited the elevator and slowly walked through the halls as was in thought, before he heard sounds of laughter and conversation, as well as the scent of wonderful food. Making his way to the dorm commons, his eyes widened a bit and he smiled as before him, most of the first-year students were gathered together.

As he scanned the room, he saw students from different teams making conversation as they ate meals from disposable plates. As he looked to the kitchen in the corner of the commons, he spotted the group he felt had a part to play in this. Thanking a few students from their year for helping to make the feast possible were the culinarily gifted members of team's WICK and JCKP.

The rest of their squad sat contently in the kitchen area eating and enjoying the mood, laughing at what he assumed where jokes and exaggerated retellings of events, but he couldn't hold down the immeasurable amount of pride he felt at the cohesion and camaraderie the first-years were displaying. He was about to leave, when his eyes locked with Jaune's. The teen fixed one last plate and made his way over to the general.

Presented with a plate of food, the older man was about to politely decline when his stomach reminded him that he'd skipped dinner while he attended to his duties. Taking the plate, he thanked the younger man before he began to walk towards his office.

Once there, he tentatively eyed the food before taking the first bite, and before he could realize what had happened, he had enjoyed the plate of food cooked by the students. He made a mental note that if the students responsible for crafting the meal he had ever found themselves in trouble, to give them a week or two of kitchen duty.

The afternoon of the second day came, and the members of JCKP and WICK had all gone to do different activities for the day. Neon and Flynt had left to go down to Mantle to visit their families together, while Kobalt and Ivori were going to visit their family on the opposite side of Atlas. Ciel and Penny also had other things to attend to, Ciel going to a huntsman grade mechanic for work on her revolvers, and Penny having plans to spend the day with Pietro.

Having finished taking a shower and redressing, Jaune sat on the edge of his bed observing the quiet, empty room around him. Minutes ticked by before he couldn't stand it and made his way to team WICK's dorm to try and hang out with his fellow captain.

As he prepared to rap his knuckles on the door, it opened revealing Whitley who looked surprised at his presence.

"Jaune? What brings you here?"

The older teen rubbed the back of his neck before he responded. "Well…I was sitting in the dorm by myself and since everyone else was gonna be gone for the day, I was wondering if maybe you wanted hang out."

The younger teen's face turned downcast as he responded. "Grand as that idea is, my day has suddenly become occupied. My…father requests my presence at home today." The hesitation in the youngest Schnee's voice made Jaune worry a bit for him.

As he closed the door behind him, the white-haired teen began to walk towards the elevator, and Jaune noticed that even how he moved was different. Before he could get far, his blonde friend spoke again.

"Would you like me to come with you?" From his position, the shorter teen's eyes widened before he turned to his friend with an incredulous look on his face, and he was met with the genuine concern that was on his fellow leader's face. Quickly remembering his position, he reigned in his emotions before he responded.

"T-That won't be necessary…" He paused for a moment before he spoke again. "Besides, I couldn't ask you to do that, nor should I trouble you with my family problems." Jaune just gave him a look that was meant to calm his friend as he spoke.

"There's nothing wrong with getting a little help from time to time Whitley, especially if a friend is offering."

The blonde's words bounced around in the wealthy teen's head, before he relented and motioned for Jaune to follow him.

"If you are absolutely certain, then I suppose your company would be appreciated."

As the two teens walked through the school grounds, neither of them said anything. Eventually, the two arrived at the academy's main entrance, and a long black limo was parked there waiting for the youngest Schnee, with an older man standing next to the vehicle to open the door for the white-haired teen. The older man was balding with a bushy moustache and brown eyes, carrying an air of obligation and dignity about him.

"Ah, I hope you're having a good day Mr. Schnee." The man said as he opened the door to the limo's interior to the approaching teen.

"I am, and I hope the same for you Klein." The white-haired teen looked to his fellow captain, who was asking a silent question. Taking notice of boy's company, Klein looked to the youngest Schnee before he spoke again.

"And who might this be?" Whitley took a step forward and explained.

"This is Jaune. He is the co-captain for the squad we lead, and he's someone I trust."

The older man smiled happily for the younger man, his eyes changing to yellow as he put a hand on the teen's shoulder as he continued to speak, the sound of his voice changing slightly.

"It does so bring me joy to see you making friends Whitley." Whitley beamed to the head butler of the Schnee to family before he responded.

"Thank you, Klein." With the pleasantries aside, the white-haired teen cleared his throat as he looked to the older man.

"Would you happen to be privy as to why I'm needed home?" The older man took his face into his palm as if exasperated by the memory of something, and when he responded, he again had undergone another change, this time, his eyes were red, and his tone was like gravel.

"I suspect Sir is looking to monitor you; see if you're still compliant to his wishes." Before he could continue his rant, his eyes shifted to a vibrant blue and he sneezed. As the butler stuttered out apologies, Whitley looked to his friend who had been waiting to ask a question.

"Did…his eyes just change color?" The blonde teen's question earned a nod from the wealthy teen, who decided to explain.

"Klein is our family's head butler. His eyes change color based on his personality," Whitley gained a sincere smile as he turned from his friend to look to the man who was patiently holding the limo door open for him.

"he's also the one who was primarily responsible for raising me and my sisters." At this, Klein's eyes changed once more, this time to purple as he looked rather bashful at the younger man's words. As the butler began to deflect the praise, Jaune was caught off guard by something the youngest Schnee said.

'Sisters?'

The blonde teen was broken from his thoughts as his friend motioned for him to enter the limousine with him. At this, Klein was surprised and questioned Whitley.

"Mister Schnee, will your friend be accompanying you to the mansion?" When he asked the question, the teen in question stiffed for the briefest of moments, something that didn't go unnoticed by the balding gentleman. Klein's eyes gazed down to the white-haired teen's hand and saw that it was shaking briefly, before he composed himself and answered the inquiry.

"Yes, I felt that it was only natural that I should introduce my friend and fellow leader to my family." Klein deciphered the words instantly. The young man was nervous, and Jaune was going to go with him for support. He nodded his head and motioned for Whitley to enter.

As the Schnee entered the limo, Jaune was about to follow after him, when a hand was extended towards him from the butler. The tall blonde looked and saw a thankful expression on the butler's face, his eyes yellow once more. They said nothing for a moment before Jaune accepted the handshake with a smile.

The limousine ride was quiet, as the leader of team JCKP wanted to let his friend collect his nerves for whatever lay ahead of them at the Schnee mansion. As he looked outside the vehicle's tinted windows, he watched as the areas they rode through progressively became wealthier.

A half hour passed with nothing said between the teens, before the limo began to slow. Whitley took a deep breath as they stopped before exiting the limo and walking towards the mansion with Jaune in tow. The white-haired teen stopped before turning to look to the head butler who was standing outside the limo. The older man gave the teen a nod before reentering the vehicle to drive it to where it would be parked.

As they approached, the doors were opened for them by two maids who'd likely been told to await his arrival. As the two teens entered, Jaune's eyes widened at the space around him. The large foyer seemed to exude the sense of status and prestige, but then he shivered.

It was cold, not like the frigid outdoor air of Atlas, but…devoid of warmth. A house, no, a home of this size should be filled with the sounds of laughing family members and friends, but it was quiet. He could hear his friends slightly quickened breathing, and the sounds of butlers and maids moving about with purpose to their next tasks.

After standing still for another minute or so, the youngest Schnee made his way towards one of the halls with Jaune following him. The trudging pace the two had taken allowed the blonde teen to observe the walls around him. Various pictures adorned the wall. Pictures and paintings of Schnee family, some individual portraits, and other group photographs. But there was one thing that every photo he managed to lay his eyes on had in common.

Not a single picture had a member of the Schnee family smiling.

As he observed the walls, he looked ahead of him and had to stop himself from bumping into the wealthy teen, who had stopped outside a door that had an imposing aura about it.

He waited patiently and watched as Whitley's hand slowly reached out and grasped the doorknob, before twisting it and pulling the door open. As the door opened, the two teens were greeted by the sight of a man sitting at a desk across the room from them. He had his head down as he read and signed various things, before looking up to see who had entered his study.

Upon laying eyes on his son, the man nodded and motioned for him to enter. Robotically, Whitley entered the room and stood just inside, with Jaune having stood next to him after closing the door behind them.

A minute passed as the only sound in the room was that of the older Schnee's pen against, presumably, important documents. After another few moments, his pen stopped moving and the room now deafened. Both teens watched as the older man nodded and neatly put the papers into a stack, before standing up and making his way to the two.

As he stood a few feet away from both teens, Whitley was the one who spoke first.

"Its good to see you again Father." The older man adopted a posture similar to his son's, except more practiced and professional if at all possible as he addressed Whitley.

"Whitley, I'm pleased to see you accepted my request to visit your home."

The way he said that made Jaune flinch slightly. It sounded endearing but Jaune could detect something else in the man's words and tone, but he couldn't quite place it.

But he knew that it put him on edge.

His reaction had drawn the attention of the Schnee patriarch, and the older man turned to face him as he studied the teen up and down. He looked back to his son and asked him a question.

"Who is this that you've brought with you?" His tone was even, neither displeased nor content.

"This is Jaune, he's an associate of mine from the academy. He is the co-captain for the squad we lead." Jaune noticed quickly that Whitley didn't refer to him as a friend to his father, and quickly caught on that he was likely expected to keep his classmates at a distance. The man's gaze fell back to the blonde as he seemed to be in thought of something, and then asked a question.

"Jaune, is it? What is your family name?" Whitley was slightly worried as his father asked his friend that question.

"I don't have one sir." Then man observed him before pondering on the teen's response.

"I see," As he said this, he seemed to remember something.

"Ah, pardon me young man, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Jacques Schnee." Jaune nodded to the man and watched as his friend's father walked to the seats in the center of his study before motioning for them to join him.

They both took seats across the table from Jacques, Jaune sitting silent as Whitley cleared his throat before beginning to speak.

"Now that I've arrived Father, may I ask what it is that you've called me here for?" The question was careful and measured, just as he'd been taught.

The older man leaned back into his chair raising a hand slightly as he spoke. "Is a father not allowed to want to see his son from time to time?" The Schnee patriarch reached next to him and pulled an expensive bottle of alcohol from the fancy miniature liquor cabinet that stood next to him no taller than the armrest of his seat.

After fixing himself with a drink, he took a small sip, enjoying the liquid as he went to continue conversating with Whitley.

"Truth be told, I just wanted to do away with any worries I might have about your stay at Atlas." Whitley's being tensed again, this time so much that even Jaune noticed, but the façade the boy wore on his face betrayed his body language.

"I apologize for not having contact with you for the last two weeks Father. I was preoccupied with my midterm exam and was unable to access my scroll."

At this, a bit of interest had sparked in the eyes of the older white-haired man, and he questioned his son.

"Oh? And do tell, what did your exam consist of?"

Whitley was worried of his father's reaction as he tried to carefully answer the question.

"Well…it was a practical exam. We were stationed outside Atlas and were given an objective to complete with a fourteen-day deadline."

Whitley's attempt to understate the details of the exam didn't go unseen by his father. Jacques immediately began to ask targeted questions.

"That sounds exciting to say the least. And were you in Mantle?" Whitley winced as he responded truthfully.

"No sir, we were stationed outside of Mantle." Jacques took another sip of the pricey liquor he'd poured for himself and continued.

"Hm…and you said you were stationed out in the frozen wilderness. Naturally, you must have had an instructor with you, right Son?"

Jaune noticed that the question, didn't quite feel like one. He continued to look between the two as Whitley answered his father.

"N-No sir, it was just us students. We were given the devices to assist in locating other students and members of our squad." Immediately after the words left his mouth, his eyes widened slightly. He accidentally released a tidbit of information that he wanted to withhold.

"You had to locate your squad? Correct me if I'm wrong, but that implies that the exam began with you alone in the Grimm lands." The older man paused, and upon receiving silence from the youngest of his children, asked another question.

"How did they manage to station you and all the other students outside Mantle in a meaningful way? There must have been quite a few students out there during all of this. Couldn't you have just watched to see where you're associates were and proceed to make your way to each other?"

Whitley's clenched the fist hidden under his hand as he tried to keep an image of composure.

"They released a harmless, odorless sleeping agent through the first-year dorm ventilation system. When we awoke, we were in secure rooms outside of Atlas, with our weapons, munitions, and supplies to last us for two weeks."

A raised eyebrow and a sip of his drink from the older Schnee later, and Jacques continued.

"What was your objective for passing?"

Whitley swallowed before he answered the question, tension in the room beginning to creep upon his nerves.

"To successfully make our way back to Mantle."

The older man rubbed his chin in thought before he responded to his son's explanation.

"Ah…and you said the exam had a fourteen-day deadline, correct Son?" At this, the teen nodded warily before Jacques made a look of contemplation.

"How far away from Mantle did they leave you exactly?" Whitley looked like he really didn't want to answer the man but sighed and answered.

"Roughly 100 kilometers." At this, Jacques recoiled before closing his eyes and massaging his temples. A silence followed, before the Schnee patriarch laced his fingers together as he addressed his son.

"I must confess Whitley; I don't feel comfortable with what you've had to endure to this point. I'm not sure I'm okay with you continuing your stay at Atlas." Immediately, both teens looked alarmed, But Whitley caught something. The look in his father's eyes, it was as if he was expecting something.

Then he realized. His father wanted him to convince him to let him stay at the academy. He took a deep breath and began.

"I understand the risks that come with this field of learning Father, but I passed the exam with relatively no danger to myself. Not to mention, I have supportive allies on my squad. They help me improve my combat capabilities so that I can become stronger." Sensing that this would be a good time to assist his friend, Jaune added his input as well.

"Its true sir, since classes started, our two teams have been really close. We help each other grow and overcome whatever comes our way. When our teams became paired to form a squad, we found it odd. Our squads being the strongest of our year, we found it strange that we were paired together before Whitley deduced that we were likely to become a P.R. squad for Atlas' academy."

Jacques regarded the blonde with a calculating look, before he looked to his son and responded.

"That does ease my fears a tad, but I'm still not quite sure about allowing you to continue attending. Forgive me for saying so Son, but when you left, you'd only had your aura unlocked for a short time. That combined with your lack of training, I find it hard to believe that you've improved as much as this all implies."

Whitley felt as if his father had caught him in a corner, and he couldn't think of a way out, when he remembered the one thing that might be able to convince his father to let him continue attending the academy.

The teen put out a hand towards the space in front of the door to his father's study and closed his eyes to focus, searching inside himself for the feeling that was present when he used the summoning power of the Schnee family. He thought about the previous day and all the enjoyment he had spending time with his friends, and how he didn't want to let them end.

As he remembered skating on the ice with Ciel and how Jaune offered to come with him to see his family, a Schnee summoning glyph appeared before the occupants of the room, and upon snapping his eyes open, the sabyr that he'd summoned before appeared before them, though slightly smaller than before.

The white-haired teen looked to his father and was met with a look of pure shock. Knowing everything he could learn about the Schnee family, he understood the significance that came with attaining the power to summon fallen foes. The older man nodded his head slightly, before he motioned for Whitley to release his summoned Grimm. After he did, the man stood in the space that Whitley's sabyr previously occupied and beckoned for the teen to come towards him.

Moment later, the youngest Schnee stood in front of his father, and his father raised a hand slowly, causing the white-haired teen to close his eyes in preparation of being struck. Jaune tensed from where he stood but was surprised by what came next.

A hand met Whitley's shoulder gently, and he cracked his eyes open to see his father looking at him with a bit of what he hoped was pride. A moment of silence followed, and Jacques spoke.

"I suppose that with this development, I can put a bit more faith into your abilities." With that the young teen's eyes widened as he asked his father a question.

"Does that mean I can continue attending Atlas." To his joy, the older man nodded. The older man removed his hand before checking his watch, and after glancing back to the stack of papers on his desk, sighed.

"I need to be returning to my work. It was nice meeting your friend, and do visit more in the future." Whitley nodded and quickly left the room with his blonde friend in tow.

As they walked down the long empty corridor of the mansion again, Jaune noticed that the air about his friend had completely changed. Where as before, dread and uncertainty radiated from the youngest of the Schnee family. Now, however?

He seemed to exude a bit of hope.

(A/N)

I have no idea how I managed to crank through over 5K words so fast, but before I knew it, it was damn near done and over with, and was a surprising feel-good transition chapter.

Next chapter, we find out something people have been waiting for that concerns Whitley. I'm sure a few of you will figure it out.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'll be back again soon with another!

B.J.H.