"What… what's happening?!"

Everything was on fire… he squinted his eyes and forced the air out of his lungs, the smoke leaving a tremendously bitter taste in his mouth as he searched desperately in his home for any sign of life. It was all too unreal… he simply could not bring himself to believe what was happening... it was impossible! How could the aggressive, unclean magical element of fire penetrate the holy realm of Asgard? It was unheard of! Not without any kind of warning... the guardians would never have let it happen, they just wouldn't! Sure, he had heard that the Magi had been re-enacting the ritual to summon the mighty grim angels, in fear that the release of the accursed was inevitable on the land below, but… how could the demons have penetrated so far, and in such a short amount of time?

Questions upon questions flooded the young angel's mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if all of Asgard was on fire, just as his home was... but there was no way he would go out and check until he was sure that his family was safe. Shaking off his thoughts for now, he dashed towards the other rooms, the violent heat making him feel as though his wings would melt right off his back. "Please, everyone… please be okay…"

Seconds flew, and he had already checked through every room except that of his parents, in the back. It had relieved him that he had not found anyone yet, but at the same time the fact had made him more and more anxious with each passing moment. If his family was indeed safe and sound, why hadn't they woken him up? Almost expecting the worst, his heart pounded viciously on his chest as he wasted no time heading over to the decently sized bedroom, being careful to keep away from the walls which lined a blanket of flame that threatened to swallow him whole. Skidding to a halt, he quickly glanced inside the room to find every nook and cranny of the space, filled with fire…

And even worse… his family… his mother… his father, his sister… they were all there.

They were all there.

The boy woke to an abrupt start, his heart threatening to burst from its bony cage, eyes wide as saucers… a thin sheet of sweat covering his entire body. His thoughts were erratic, but even before the distraught angel had tried to gather his composure, he already knew exactly what he had envisioned, for this was the sixth time in two weeks the same vision had haunted him… and just as he had done the other four times… he cried. All of his pain, all of his misery, having spent so many days confused and alone… it still threatened to break him in two as he choked sob after sob, resuming his fetal position on the forest dirt.

It didn't matter how long he wept, or how loudly he screamed, for he had been wandering, lost in one of Riviera's deep rainforests ever since he had plummeted from the celestial world above… no-one was there to hear him… not even the woodland animals dared to go near. The poor angel was confused, truly alone… and the worst of it was, he did not know what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate. Asgard… everything looked so peaceful outside his home, when he had finally given up on trying to drag what was left of his family out of the flames, their ashes evident on his twitching, burned hands. His frantic brown eyes darted left and right, looking for anyone that would at least try and help him put out the fire, but there was no-one out that night… even the house neighboring theirs seemed oblivious to what was happening--in fact, it almost seemed as though the fire was barred from burning anything else. The boy could remember wondering to himself whether he was insane or not, smashing his hand on his neighbor's door, and then one of his wings…

The angel cringed, his eyes almost completely dried of tears as he subconsciously reached back to touch the tender part of his flesh where his left wing used to be. He truly could not explain what had happened, except that some unknown force had viciously ripped it right off of his body when he was trying to get some help… and that the shooting pain he had experienced then was next to unbearable. Unlike most of the angels, whose wings were feathered and large… his were like a pair of thick, cyan leaves, with three prominent points, like that of a trident… as far as he knew, there were no bones, but the tendon-like material was still part of his body, and he was still able to fly thanks to the unending patience of his mother. But now...

The angel closed his bloodshot eyes, trying desperately not to think of his family as he ran a pallid hand through his dark green hair in an effort to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated in his sleep. It was long, and incredibly messy… with the gravel from days of sleeping on tree roots littered on the boy's head. But he truly did not care about any of that… at least not anymore.

Although, that did not mean he was broken beyond hope. Right now, he was simply too weak… but soon, he will have regained enough strength to perform a spell that will at least allow his spirit to enter Asgard once more… he had many good friends and teachers, and perhaps, with their help, they will be able to answer why such a thing had befallen upon his family…

And maybe, even explain to him why he, Issirudor, an angel who could not even fly properly when he still had both his wings, was currently in possession of a weapon that only one from the indomitable, black-feathered celestial race could possibly use, or even touch...

Riviera: Æsir of Deception, Chapter One - "No rest for the just."

Eight days later, Ledah, Ein and his familiar, Rose, set foot on Riviera for the first time…and three grueling weeks after that, the Retribution, along with the corrupt Magi Hector, was stopped. Peace was finally returning to Riviera, with what was left of the demons slowly being wiped out by its new protectors… now, two months after Seth-Ra's demise, a lull in the fighting had brought the five saviors back to their home, Elendia, for some much needed rest.

But then again, Lina's form of rest had always been a little obscure…

"C'mon Ein! Let's go look for treasure!" The bubbly teen chirped, somehow completely unaware of the fact that the aforementioned grim angel was dead asleep… but that didn't stop her from innocently pulling and tugging his arm. Fortunately, when you've spent most of the past three days exterminating demons, you tend to sleep through anything… although, if she kept pulling his arm that way, then it was bound to wake him up sooner or later. "Don't be so lazy!"

"Now now, Lina," A soft female voice echoed from the second floor, and the girl in question looked up to see her younger—and more mature—room-mate and fellow protector, Fia, slowly treading down the stairs whilst trying her best to balance a wooden chair and a duster on her arms. For a split-second, a horrible thought passed through the short girl's mind as Fia continued to give her trademark friendly scold. "Ein's been overworking himself lately, and he really needs his sleep."

"Okay, just um… be careful going down, Fia." Lina tried her best to smile, but the look of worry on her face was clear as day, and it didn't go unnoticed. She had been trying to ignore the grim fact these past few weeks… the fact that Malice…

"Oh, not you too…" Fia sighed, knowing full well why her good friend was acting the way she was. Even she found it hard to believe sometimes… but it indeed happened. If not for Ursula, she didn't know what would have become of her. Only, everything just occurred so fast, and she couldn't really make anything of that… experience. Either way, it pained the green-haired girl terribly to know that it had affected her friends so much—especially Ein. Sometimes, she couldn't help but feel that he was the most troubled by what had happened to her in Yggdrasil, try as he might to hide the silent horror behind his deep cerulean eyes. "Ein worries enough for me already, don't you think?"

The experienced archer replied with a silent nod, a frown still unrealistically present on her usually cheerful face. Whatever ideas she had about treasure hunting seemed to have just vanished, and the little girl simply stared at Ein's gloved hand, thoughtfully fondling it in an effort to remember what exactly she wanted to do… of course, the grim angel didn't mind, sporting a silly grin as he slumbered on.

As for Fia, she had quickly snapped out of her own reverie and finally managed to reach the ground floor, wobbling slightly as she valiantly carried the weighty chair over to her intended destination—a neglected corner which had accumulated a little too much dust for comfort. There were some spots at the top which she couldn't reach by herself, and she didn't want to bother Serene with it... speaking of her bat-winged arc friend… she had been acting quite strangely ever since returning from her so-called vacation last week. When she wasn't hunting demons, the arc just spent most of her time sitting out the window of Lina's room, staring at something... in fact, she was doing it right this moment. Mental note, talk to Serene later, and maybe stop thinking so much... well! Better get started, that dust won't shoo away itself. I wonder if this chair will hold…

As the young girl began her quest for indomitable cleanliness, Ein's loyal familiar, a winged black cat by the name of Rose, was busy with some personal quests of her own. Her slender tail moved swiftly, wielding a fine tipped pelga feathered quill as it weaved back and forth, writing the sixtieth page of what would be her greatest gift for the sprites of Riviera; an in-depth book of their adventures starting from when she and Ein were reunited, and onward. Subconsciously, her left ear twitched as she stretched her photographic memory as far as it could possibly go…

"Ein, look out!" I tried to scream. Even with my voice gone, he still should have heard it, as we were linked by a psychic connection of familiar and master… but if my warning had indeed reached that thick skull of his, then he made absolutely no acknowledgement that it did. Apparently, he was too busy fighting off the lizard man to realize that there was a hobgoblin which for some reason, looked almost exactly like Elendia's blacksmith sneaking up behind him, with a fearsome looking hammer in hand.

It was then that I began scanning the area for Lina, in an effort to show her what was about to happen to Ein, but when I did see her, it turned out that she was the one that yelled for help in the first place… I assumed the lizard man had been the one chasing her.

Fearing for my master's safety, I tried my best to run towards the midget demon, but with the distance I had to cover, it would be too late... I hadn't even managed half-way when the hobgoblin raised his hammer and brought it down with such velocity that I could hear the air being bludgeoned by the blunt weapon, and then

"Eeep!!"

Rose was startled out of her wits, shutting her eyes as a splash of bright orange engulfed her sense of sight, the scream piercing her sensitive cat ears, followed by another yelp, and then a crashing sound behind her. No less than a second after that, she began to smell smoke, and the familiar instinctively furrowed her brow as she slowly opened her emerald eyes to see her precious pelga quill burnt to a crisp… and page sixty a pile of useless ash on the wooden table… "Rrreooow!! (Nooo!!)"

"Oh my…" A female voice whispered from beside the cat, and Rose's head immediately snapped to the source of the sound to see the scarlet witch Cierra sitting beside her, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm terribly sorry about that… I didn't know what was going to happen next in the story, and… I got caught in the moment…"

"M-meow?! Meow meow! Reow meow meow, nya! (W-what?! You were there! You set that demon on fire before it could hurt Ein for the gods' sake!)"

"I don't think I need Ein to translate that you're angry," The sometimes clumsy but ever knowledgeable Cierra muttered sheepishly, nibbling the bread she had taken from the bowl on the table before being engrossed in Rose's story—with Fia's permission of course. "it really is sort of odd for a cat to know how to write so well, seeing as how you can't really speak our language and all…"

"Reow…! (I have you to thank for that…!)" Rose huffed, leaping off the table and out of the house in a four-legged sprint. She needed to go back to the magic guild and get some more parchment… as for the quill, Soala probably had some pelga feathers stashed somewhere. But it'd be a pain to try and take it with that fairy of hers watching over the place like a hawk. Argh, and I was really in the mood to write too…

Cierra simply sighed, and absent-mindedly looked behind her shoulder to see a rather… interesting sight. Fia was lying right on top of Ein, and they were staring at each other with the widest pairs of eyes she had ever seen… "Uhm, did I miss something?"

"Fia fell on Ein!" Lina pointed out, looking a little startled herself. "Lina told her to be careful…"

"I… I'm sorry, Ein…" Fia stammered, somehow unable to divert her gaze away from his eyes. She recalled trying to dust the highest part of makeshift book shelf, when Cierra's scream made her lose balance, and she ended up falling right on top of the sleeping grim angel. Unfortunately, their heads collided, and it would've been a little more awkward, if not for the throbbing pain from her left brow providing a much needed, yet uncomfortable distraction.

It didn't last long, though. A powerful rush of blood immediately invaded her cheeks as Ein thoughtfully ran a hand through the side of her head, placing the stray hair back behind her ear, before feeling the large bump on her brow. For the record, the only reason Ein was not as red as a tomato was the fact that the injury, and the pained look on her face was the first thing he saw… "Ouch. Well, good morning to you too… wow, that must hurt!"

Fia couldn't help but nod dumbly, and in that precious moment, she felt like she was going to cry. Not because of the pain, but because she was just so grateful that Ein had chosen to stay, instead of return to Asgard. She didn't know what she'd do if he had chosen the latter… "I'm so sorry… I was trying to dust and I…"

"Oh, that's okay. You don't need to explain anything." Ein, who was suddenly blushing just as madly as Fia, tried to sit up. With a little pull from the green-haired girl, he eventually managed, and in seconds they were sitting next to each other, both a little dazed over the accidental collision. "My bump doesn't seem so bad… say Lina, do we have some ice around?"

Lina, who had been watching them the entire time didn't respond for a while, but jumped slightly as she realized that her name had been called. "Huh?"

"Do we still have some ice around? Fia's hurt." The girl in question glanced at Ein as he spoke, an unreadable emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Oh, we just ran out… but I can get some from Meute, she's really, really good at ice magic. Lina'll be back in a jiffy!" Without saying another word, the little girl ran out of the house and headed towards the village spring, just happy that she was able to do something for her friends today.

A good few seconds passed in thoughtful silence.

"Uhm… Fia?"

"Y-yes, Ein?" Fia replied, suddenly finding the wooden floor very interesting.

"I'm sorry about this... you wouldn't have gotten hurt if I hadn't overslept again." Ein muttered softly, staring sadly at his lap as Fia slowly turned her head towards him, her eyes wide and her lips quivering. Before he could say anything else, her arms encircled him, trapping the wingless angel in a warm, affectionate hug. "F-Fia…?"

"I won't ever leave you again, Ein… I promise."

His eyes widened, having been caught completely off-guard… it was simply unreal, how she could read him like an open book. Breathing deeply, Ein tried his best not to get emotional… but in her arms, he had never felt so vulnerable. Memories of the world tree entered his mind, and his eyes began to tear up... a nod was all he could muster, as he knew his voice would undoubtedly crack up.

Fia nodded as well, reluctantly letting him go, his unique scent always doing wonders to calm her nerves. Their eyes met… although, this time it was paired with happy, satisfied smiles.

"Awww…" Cierra grinned knowingly, resting her chin on her palm. Having only noticed her now, the two began to glow beet crimson, each taking opposite sides of the bed in record time… but that only seemed to amuse the witch even more. "you two are so cute!"

"Errr…"

"I… well…"

The scarlet witch's silly grin was much wider now, coyly watching the two struggle to find the right words to defend themselves with… it actually surprised her, how unaffected she was. Before the fateful events that transpired in Yggdrasil, she might've even felt a pang of jealousy, seeing them like this. But after witnessing Ein's reaction when the life left Fia's eyes in that one, terrifying moment, she could tell that they all held special places in his heart…

And however subtle it may have seemed, among all of them... the noble Ein adored soft-spoken Fia the most.

"Lina's back!" The proud little girl exclaimed, skipping into view with long, playful strides; landing in between Fia and Ein on the bed and thrusting both her arms in opposite directions, a cube of ice on each hand. "Meute cast a spell on me too, so it isn't cold when I hold it!"

The teenaged boy stared quizzically at the ice for a while and, after realizing that Lina wasn't going to give it to him anytime soon, reluctantly leaned forward and let his tender forehead touch the ice, much to the female archer's delight. Cierra and Fia couldn't help but giggle at the odd display, the latter following Ein's example, letting the injured area of her face rest on the ice Lina had graciously offered with a happy smile and an outstretched arm.

"Serene, are you all ri—huh…" The scarlet witch turned to look towards the window where she'd last seen her, not really surprised that the arc was no longer there. Serene had a lot on her mind lately... and if it weren't anything too serious, she would have told them about it days ago. I've let her sulk long enough, I suppose…

"Ha-choo!" The aforementioned arc sneezed, sniffling as she hovered aimlessly above the tranquil skies of Elendia. For the life of her, Serene had no idea why she couldn't just go up and tell them… it seemed easy enough, but she could never muster the strength to bother Ein, or any of her friends about it. It was a disturbing thought, but at the same time very personal… and she wasn't sure if burdening her friends with something as trivial as this after they had just returned from a tediously long and tiring journey was such a good idea. "Tch, it's not even that important anyway…"

"You sure?"

"Whoa!" Serene lost balance for a few seconds, almost plummeting from the sky as she quickly regained composure, turning to glare at the uninvited guest who had so rudely trespassed into her secret sanctuary. She'd suspected to see the winged sprite Rebecca, but instead locked gazes with her good friend Cierra, who was comfortably sitting on a floating broom. "Don't scare me like that!"

"I didn't mean to, sorry." The crimson-haired girl smiled with utmost sincerity, and the arc's short temper vanished in an instant, letting out a sheepish little smile of her own. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Serene looked oddly vulnerable that moment, as if she were expecting the question, but at the same time expecting something random to come up instead. "Well… I'll think about it if you let me sit on that broom of yours with you. I'm sorta tired."

"You know you don't have to ask--there's plenty of room here." Cierra patted the more spacious part of the broom on her right to emphasize her point, and Serene nodded gratefully, flapping her bat-like wings in one final, wide stroke before landing neatly on the broom. "Gateau's been filled up too, so it can stay in the air for at least a few hours."

"Gave it Rose's old name, huh?" The arc smirked, a little of her old self returning as she eyed Cierra's new flying 'pet'. The witch had fashioned it a month or two after Seth-Ra's death with the help of the magic guild's members, having studied enough of the magical properties of wyvern wings to apply it on the handy piece of wood. How it worked, Serene would never know, but having her on the sky made spotting demons so much easier, and that was more than enough an explanation for the practical arc.

"Mhm! So, what's bothering you?" Cerene asked, cutting to the chase as politely as she possibly could. "It doesn't have anything to do with Fia, does it…?"

"Well, I—what? Fia? What makes you say… oh. Yeah, I get it." Serene sighed, a sensitive looking blush making itself known on her cheeks. "Ein's… he's well… he's Ein. Who doesn't like him, you know? He's nice, funny… a little weird sometimes, but I think that's kinda cu—ah, shoot what the heck am I saying?! I'm just yammering away like an idiot… no. Ein and Fia have nothing to do with it, I'm pretty sure."

Cierra simply stared at her, dumbstruck at how much progress she'd made with just one simple question. Maybe Serene had needed this a little more than she had initially thought. "It's nice that you're letting it out, though. So, what's the problem really?"

"The problem is… well, I'm not sure if it even is a problem." Serene shook her head, staring wistfully into nothing. "It's the reason why I haven't told you guys… I left Elendia last week right? Well, I went to Rosalina."

"Really…?" Cierra whispered, genuinely surprised. From what Ein had told her, she thought that Serene was afraid of returning there, because her tribe… "To give them… a proper burial?"

"…Yeah. Took me long enough, huh?" The arc sighed once more, unable to look her friend in the eye. "Ein had actually offered to do it--can you believe that guy? I swear, Riviera needs more people like him."

The scarlet witch smiled sadly at that.

"So anyway, I finally step back into my village after so long, ready to do what I have to do." Serene let her gaze drift onto Cierra, her face a mix of wonder, and confusion. "But… the entire tribe, including my family… they were already buried."

"What?" Cierra gawked. "How can that be? Only the arcs inhabited Rosalina…"

"Yeah, exactly… there are no other tribes I know of, and I'm pretty sure no-one's entered the village since Malice came, so… it's really unsettling. What's even stranger is that it looked like they'd been buried very recently."

"Oh my, that 'is' odd… did you find any clue as to who might have done it?"

"To be honest with you, I didn't stay that long… I tried to look around but… I couldn't handle it, being back there. It was so hard, Cierra…"

"There there, Serene... that's perfectly natural. In fact, not many could have gone through half of what you had to endure." The older of the two stated softly, placing a reassuring hand on the arc's shoulder. "But, are you troubled because someone buried your tribe? Or because you thought you didn't look hard enough?

"Well, I guess it's a little bit of both." Serene nodded, now regretting the fact that she had not consulted Cierra about it ages ago. "I'm not sure if I'm going to find anything now, but I definitely would like to go back and have a better look around... it's just really hard for me to do that, you know?"

"It's okay, I understand." Cierra let out a comforting smile. "And if I accompany you, do you think you can make it?"

"I… you'd do that for me?" Serene's voice suddenly became quite tiny. "But, you've been working just as hard as Ein and… and you deserve the rest because this won't last and—"

"I'll take that as a yes." The witch interrupted with a feminine giggle, and the arc began blushing madly, a rush of color invading her cheeks once again. "So! When do you want to head out?"

"Hm… I was kinda hoping to visit before dark, so it's not as… you know. Creepy." Serene was still blushing, subconsciously scratching the side of her head. Maybe tomorrow morning, so Cierra has some time to rest at least…

"Oh, okay. Well then Gateau, You heard her! Let's get a move on!"

"Wait, you mean you're up for it today--whoa!" The arc gasped, clutching onto Cierra's waist as the broom began descending so fast it made her queasy.

"Sure, it's morning isn't it? Hold on tight now; to the magic circle!" The scarlet witch exclaimed, grinning a silly grin. Serene was obviously very grateful for the gesture, but it was tough to form any words in her head at that moment, what with her fearing for her life and all…

Chapter One - Closure…

"Oh… my."

The entire village was barren. There was no silver lining in this place… the dark, ominous mist which did more than simply hint the land's terrible secret stretched endlessly in all directions; the depressing, almost inhuman scene chilling her to the bone. It was, in every aspect, a ghost town. All things considered, she had expected it to be like this, but…

"It's pretty bad, huh…?" Now, it was the arc's turn to place a reassuring hand on her good friend's shoulder, which seemed so much colder now. "I remember the makeshift graveyard being west of here… you sure you want to do this?"

"O-of course. I said I'd accompany you didn't I?" Cierra smiled, but in fact she was beginning to feel very ashamed of herself. Serene was so strong, stronger than Cierra could ever imagine, if this was what she had to go through all alone… and her own tribe as the victims, no less. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." The two resumed walking, with Serene leading them through the pathways she had used to run along when she was a child, the memories almost tearing her steely determination apart. Inevitably, they had passed through some houses, most of which Serene had recognized… but everything was full of life back then. Now, the neglected structures looked as though they were staring stoically at her, forever condemned to be silent witnesses of this… monstrous tragedy. "A… good friend of mine used to live around here."

"Oh, I see…" The obvious hurt in Serene's voice made Cierra want to just give her a really big hug, but, now wasn't really a good time. "I'm sure they've all gone to a better place…"

The arc nodded sadly, not entirely convinced as they continued to tread along the crooked pathways of the arc village, the mist getting denser as they made their way to the edge of the ghost town. "We're almost here… it's kinda odd that there aren't any demons--"

"W-wait."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Serene turned to look at her magically inclined friend, who now looked very pale.

"I feel something… it's faint, but…" Cierra tried her best to concentrate, a cold sweat running down her forehead as she closed her eyes in an effort to calm her nerves. "I sense life. Someone's still alive here, Serene."

"What?!" The arc replied incredulously, her heart now pounding her chest twice as hard. "Do you think you can lead us to it??"

"Yes, so long as it doesn't disappear completely." Cierra, with her eyes still closed, lifted a stiff finger towards the graveyard. "I feel it coming from there. I'm afraid you'll have to guide me the rest of the way, since this energy it… it's so different. I need to concentrate."

"Okay, Cierra, just whatever you do don't lose this trail, please…" Serene whispered, gently taking the witch's hand as they walked slowly towards the direction she had pointed out, making sure that the red-haired girl didn't trip on any of the markers which had been prudently placed on each grave. A rare, almost feverish hope was beginning to grow inside Serene with each passing step, and she couldn't help but wonder if the source of the energy was a surviving arc… or maybe, it belonged to the one who had buried her friends and family... perhaps even both. "are you sure it's not a demon?"

"I can't really sense demons, so I'm pretty sure." The witch stated, trying her very best to hold on to the faint light amidst the overwhelming negative energy that surrounded them. "But that would've been really handy if I did… maybe then we wouldn't have been ambushed almost half the time…"

Amusedly, Serene recalled a certain grim angel who had more than his fair share of misfortunes when it came to being ambushed… "Yep, Ein would've probably found that handy too."

"Hah, I was thinking the same thing!" Cierra laughed, but immediately quieted down and elicited a soft gasp, her expression dead serious. "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh?"

"It's starting to fade away," The witch opened her eyes, taking a deep breath in an effort to recompose herself. "but it doesn't seem like it's going to move anytime soon either... nevertheless, we should hurry."

A nod was all her anxious friend could muster as the two wasted no time breaking into a full-blown sprint, either of them possessing similar expectations, yet at the same time held different views on the matter as they neared the source of the mysterious energy.

For Cierra, it was curiosity, and the sheer improbability of it all that fueled her… whilst in Serene's case, it was a stabbing, restless guilt that would likely never leave the arc alone if their one--and perhaps only lead as to who or what could have bothered to do her tribe this enormous act of kindness, slipped away from them.

Astonishingly enough; as if on cue to their imminent confrontation, the mist was suddenly beginning to clear...

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A/N's: And, this chapter's finished! Hopefully, I've done the right thing and ended it with a harmless little cliffhanger, so that the readers have something to look forward to in the next chapter which will of course, answer the question that's probably in your heads right now: Who the heck is Issirudor??

This story is the product of an idea that had been swimming and growing in my head ever since I'd finished the game a few months ago, and I believe that it's turned into something big, so please bear with me, at least until chapter two.

Oh, and if you're still confused about what exactly happened to Fia in Yggdrasil… I got her ending :). Hope that explains it.

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Edit: I've fixed some things in this chapter. Firstly, I took out some of the …'s which I really spammed, heheheh. And then I corrected a typo or two :).

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