The end is near! The story is being wrapped up and most of the loose ends are being tied off. Of course, not everything will be completely taken care of. There is a sequel planned, after all. I have to have things left to address in the third story (and, because I've been asked this several times, there will be no visit to the fourth season of digimon with my storylines... I am not bringing in the Frontier kids, period).

After this story is finished, I shall be entering a time of malicious editing for my writing. I will attack each chapter of "Destiny" and "Fate" in order to knock out any pathetic sections of writing, strengthen weak parts of the plotline, and smooth any wrinkles out of the piece. I'll be making changes and adding details in order that I can claim to be satisfied with the entire series before I truly begin the third story.

Renamon stared at Impmon firmly as Kazu declared his confusion. The final pieces of the puzzle were finally falling into place, though they were far more unusual than most expected. Destiny's loss and the purple rookie's survival that day were connected. She remembered thinking as Grani brought her battered friend up that it was impossible for him to still be alive, but accepting the more pleasant result anyway. Now she could understand how it happened. And, for once, she was having some difficultly judging Impmon's thoughts.

The impulsive rookie was always an open-book to her. His emotions were easy to read and she could always guess what he was thinking about. Now, everything seemed too turbulent and unsettled for Renamon to identify his current train of thought. Was he thankful for Fate's sacrifice, regretful of the pain it put Destiny through, guilty for separating another girl from her partner (even unintentionally and without his knowledge), confused about what this revelation meant, nervous about how this could affect his future, or simply impatient to learn what they were going to do about this? Perhaps he was experiencing all of them, but she couldn't tell for certain. Impmon's expression was simply impossible for her to read this once.

Kenta quietly answered his friend's question, "I think this means… Fate's data is inside Impmon and that's why he survived his quick swim in the D-reaper. He fixed him."

"Yes, he did," acknowledged Destiny, not quite meeting anyone's eyes yet. "And I couldn't even remember it for the longest time. I wasn't trying to conceal this connection between us."

"Not like you could bring that sort of thing up easily," Terriermon pointed out. "'Hey, my dead partner is stuck in your friend over there.' Even I have more tact than to just blurt that sort of thing out."

"You did just blurt that out," reminded Henry. "Just now."

"But this is different. We already know that now," the rabbit-like being argued.

His tamer retorted, "But you still could have been more tactful in your phrasing or not said anything at all."

"Oh, momentai already. It could have been worse."

"Okay, we get it. Now drop it, Terriermon," snapped Rika. She turned towards the prophetess and asked, "Look, is there anything else we need to see here or can we talk about this somewhere else? Somewhere away from the D-reaper?"

Destiny nodded and the large group of individuals vanished back into the blackness. In that moment of unending emptiness, Renamon sensed… something. The blackness felt paradoxically empty and overly crowded. It was only a fleeting sensation, but it was enough to make the yellow-furred rookie wonder about the true nature of the place.

They reappeared in the vast digital desert. The harsh and batten landscape was a familiar sight since this was one of, if not the, largest levels of the digital world. It was also the closest level to the human world and was the first area their human partners had ever set foot in. The only interruptions to the flat and empty view were the tumbling round shapes of packet old data and the distant data streams near the horizon. Those surroundings would be far less stressful than remaining in the D-reaper-covered city.

"That's better," sighed Kenta.

"Much," chirped Bukamon in agreement.

"But that still leaves the obvious problem," continued the bespectacled boy. "What do we do about what we just saw?"

"Find a way to fix this," answered Impmon firmly, finally speaking after that rather surprising reveal. "We managed to get Leomon back after… So it has to be possible to do it again."

"Yeah, but do you remember how that happened?" Rika reminded him, glaring mildly at the purple rookie. "And do you remember my little 'chat' with Takato and Ryo about not getting yourself killed? You're not allowed to pull a heroic sacrifice just because Fate did that to you first. If that is the plan, we better have a plan B."

Destiny hurried to assure the red-head, "No, I would not ask that of him. I've caused all of you enough pain with the prophecies I bring. I will not hurt anyone."

"Then how are you getting your partner out of Impmon?" asked Takato.

She gestured at the Digi-Gnome floating beside her, "With a wish."

Impmon was not nervous about this whole situation. Nope, not at all. He wasn't at all concerned about the idea of digging out the buried data of someone he never even knew he absorbed. That rather complicated-sounding idea didn't even remotely bother him. And the fact that last time they managed to separate a digimon from him was, as Rika had reminded, a rather fatal event was not even worth thinking about. He was absolutely fine. And if he kept asserting that idea to himself, the rookie might even believe it.

He didn't know if his partners were holding his hands to reassure him or to reassure themselves. Either way, he was a little less than happy when Destiny suggested that Ai and Mako step back. Still, he gave the pair a small reassuring smile before they took up posts on beside Jeri.

The dark-haired prophetess turned towards the glowing Digi-Gnome and simply whispered, "Please?"

For once, the digital being didn't giggle. Instead, it nodded and took off. The luminescent entity started snatching up the nearby data packets and tossing them in Impmon's direction. After the rookie ended up with the fourth glowing spheres it threw nearly hitting his face, the Digi-Gnome flitted back over to the blue-eyed girl. Holding out an oversized hand-like limb, it offered an inquisitive high-pitched chirp.

Destiny, as if she clearly comprehended the cheerful sound, handed the glowing being her crystalline purple and green D-arc. The Digi-Gnome glided back over towards Impmon, its beady black eyes focused intently on the rookie.

"I think I like these things better when they're acting like our playful Calumon," the rookie muttered under his breath.

The Digi-Gnome giggled, possibly find the soft comment amusing. Before his eyes, the D-arc began to glow with a light similar to the luminescent being. Impmon closed his eyes, not quite certain if he wanted to see what was about to happen. Besides, circumstances like this sort of thing always felt like not watching was more appropriate. He almost flinched when the odd digital being touched his forehead, not expecting the sudden contact, but he kept his eyes shut.

When the Digi-Gnome took its hand away, the rookie felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He kept from losing his balance only through stubborn determination. He could sleep later. Even more interesting than his abrupt tiredness was the gasps and statements of amazement. If they were reacting to something, he'd probably should go ahead and look at what was happening.

The first thing he spotted when he opened his eyes was another set of eyes. Sea green and far too close, the other pair of eyes stared back at Impmon curiously. Looking a little more at the face that belonged to the eyes revealed a fairly familiar set of features. It wasn't quite like looking in a mirror, but it was fairly close. A casual glance would find the two rookies facing each other indistinguishable. Unsurprisingly, the old data "tumbleweeds" disappeared after the digimon appeared.

Finally, after briefly wondering how in the world he was supposed to address a stranger who sacrificed so much to save him, Impmon casually remarked, "I expected someone taller."

Without missing a beat, the doppelganger answered, "And I expected someone less suicidal. Really, you can't go more than ten minutes without a near-death experience."

Absolutely certain now of something he'd began to suspect when he first learned of Fate's sacrifice, Impmon smirked slightly, "Hey, you're the one who urged me towards a certain deadly goop in that freaky dark dimension. You were the weird voice in my head."

"You were already dead by that point. Don't blame me for that entire mess. I just gave you advice," retaliated the other rookie. "And considering I couldn't remember who or what I was and all I knew for certain was that you kept putting yourself in life-threatening situations, I think I did okay with that one opportunity I had to interact with you."

"So, do you remember anything from before you decided to take up residence in my head now?" asked the emerald-eyed virus.

"You mean from before I decided that I'd give the guilt-ridden digimon a second chance that I thought he deserved before I figured out he was completely lacking in any kind of survival instincts? Yeah, I remember some now. Not that my memory was ever the best or anything, but still…," he answered.

Impmon grabbed the rookie's shoulders and spun him around, "Then its time you notice that we're not alone and start paying attention to them."

Apparently Fate hadn't been aware of their audience. The recently-resurrected rookie stared at the assortment of tamers and partners, likely as intrigued by their presence as they were by his. The Digi-Gnome giggled at their expressions, clearly pleased with itself, before gliding over and handing the D-arc back to its owner.

His eyes locked on the t-shirt-wearing prophetess. Impmon didn't know if the viral rookie immediately recognized the girl in her uncharacteristic outfit, but it didn't take the digimon long to make the connection. Fate stiffened, staring at her intently and mildly nervously. He slowly gave her a timid wave.

"Hey, Dee," the sea green-eyed rookie remarked quietly, resulting in a slight flinch from Ryo. "I'd guess you're still upset with me, right? About… disappearing on you like that?"

With a small smile that made her look less like a prophetess with incredible knowledge and more like a girl who just got her best friend back, she shook her head, "No, I'm not mad at you. I never really was. I'm just so happy to see you again. I've been waiting for so long."

As Impmon expected, Fate took a step towards her. The girl, in return, mirrored that small step with her own. This slow advance continued in this hesitant manner. The prophetess seemed uncertain of herself, as if she fully expected the viral digimon to evaporate at any instant. When their slow approach brought the pair within arm's reach of one another, the dark-haired girl dropped to her knees and wrapped her returned-partner in a tight hug.

"I do enjoy happy endings," Guardromon confided to his partner softly, sounding vaguely emotional about the reunion.

"Shut up," Kazu hissed under his breath. "Getting misty-eyed about this sort of thing is not manly."

Kenta muttered in equally quiet tones, "So that's just sand in your eyes?"

Impmon, generally not one to pass up an opportunity to share his general disgust with displays of mushy feelings, remained silent. While he'd not been present to witness it, he was willing to bet Jeri and Leomon's reunion was similar. Tearing apart partners was possibly the cruelest thing you could do, but watching them come together is rather… nice. A quick glance towards Jeri, one hand protectively near the twins and one resting on Leomon's arm while a rather warm smile spread across her face, proved to the purple rookie that she was rather happy to see someone getting the same second chance that she and her partner received. Impmon decided to join her and his own tamers to watch the reunion instead of just standing off by himself any longer.

After a few moments, Fate loosened his grip on the girl enough so he could look her in the face. He gave her a scanning look, taking in her expression and outfit, before starting his questions.

"So what's with the get-up, Dee? You spent all that time making those cloaks and now you look like some random kid. No one will take you seriously during the next prophecy. I'll have to do all the hard-work at looking mysterious and impressive."

She gave a small chuckle at the rookie's words, "As if anyone would think you're impressive, dork. But it doesn't matter."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because we're done," Destiny answered. "No more prophecies for us to handle. No more… messing with people's lives. No more helping psychos while watching good people suffer. No more worrying about the fates of untold numbers of realities. No more being tied to an endless job that seems to have just as much suffering caused as it prevents. No more… any of it. We are, officially, retired from dealing with prophecies."

Fate stared at her blankly, apparently not quite comprehending her words. Impmon barely resisted the urge to make a rather rude comment about the rookie's dumb-struck expression. Slowly, realization began to dawn on him.

"Really? We're actually… finished? But… How did… What about… Dee, I can't believe it."

"It's absolutely true," she asserted. "We're done."

"Oh yeah? Prove it," the rookie jokingly challenged.

As if accepting the digimon's challenge, the girl's D-arc began to glow with a bright white light that radiated out until the device, the prophetess, and the partner were hidden from view. Impmon squinted against the glare, wondering why everything tamers were involved in eventually resulted in some type of light show.

"What's going on?" asked Ai.

"No clue, munchkin," her partner answered.

"It's pwetty," commented Suzie. "And bwight."

"I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but it is definitely bright," Takato agreed.

The light finally dimmed and vanished, leaving most of the tamers and digimon blinking to clear their visions. As soon as he could see properly again, Impmon glanced towards the source of the earlier illumination. The D-arc no longer had the odd crystalline appearance. Instead, it now looked exactly like a normal D-arc. It was now made of the plastic-like substance and had a few buttons, just like the other tamers'. The coloration was still the same: mostly deep lavender with the ring a shade of green. Every other detail was identical to the device in the twins' possession.

His inspection of the girl's changed D-arc was interrupted, however, as he caught sight of the girl herself. She was still kneeling beside Fate, but her borrowed outfit had been replaced by a purple dress. Even more shocking than her abrupt change of clothes was her physical change. The prophetess had become a young child. Destiny had regressed back to the small, blue-eyed girl who played with the twins in the backyard. While a fairly surprising event, at least most of the tamers and digimon present could guess what was going on. Besides Ai, Mako, Suzie, Yamaki, and Ryo, the kids had already known the child and prophetess was the same person.

Yamaki, likely the only one not completely blinded during the earlier light show since he wore sunglasses and almost certainly the most confused person present, stated rather calmly, "Just when I thought things could not become any more complicated."

"Dee… you shrunk," remarked Fate in a stunned voice.

The young child looked at her hands, arms, and outfits in amazement and confusion, "I… I… But why…" She paused for a moment, some of her confusion lifting from her face. "Because I was young when I began. This is how I'm supposed to look, Fate." Her voice was younger, but she still maintained some manner of maturity in her tone. There as a kind of balance between her physical age and the older role she'd been fulfilling for so long. "I can… remember before. Before the prophecies. I was just a kid and…" She turned her head towards the other tamers, "I knew you."

The older kids, those who knew what she meant, nodded. The twins and Suzie frowned.

"So both of the Destiny girls were the same person?" asked Mako.

"Indeed," nodded Leomon. "Both child and prophetess are the same. We just met them at different points in her life."

"And of course no one thought to inform me or Hypnos about this?" inquired Yamaki, sounding mildly annoyed at being kept out of the loop alongside the youngest tamers.

Impmon shrugged, "It was hard to explain. We figured we had a few years to work out all the weird time travel stuff and odd questions she causes. We were barely understanding how it worked ourselves."

"Plus, we were worried about paradoxes and the space-time continuum going to pieces," added Kazu. "How are you supposed to explain that?"

"I was… on my way to Suzie's party," described Destiny, frowning slightly.

Impmon could see Henry, Rika, and Jeri visibly cringed. They could guess what she was about to remember. And they knew it wouldn't be a pleasant discovery for the girl.

"I remember… a truck… and…," she stammered slowly, her voice growing more upset as she spoke. "It exploded."

"Dee? You okay?" asked Fate uneasily, apparently trying to adapt to his younger partner and her obvious distress.

"I remember why I ended up with that job. I chose it. I chose it because I wanted to help, to make things better. And everything else was gone," she stated in a wavering voice. The hints of the prophetess were gone from her tone. This was just a child, a child realizing a horrible fact. "My family was gone. And I was supposed to be killed there too. I didn't have anything else to lose. I agreed to handle prophecies. Because everything I used to have was… gone."

"Man, that's just…" began Kazu quietly before he caught sight of something. "Not again."

Before Impmon could ask what had the tamer so upset, a blue data stream swept over the entire group and carried them off.

Yamaki, decided that he absolutely hated traveling by data streams. They didn't even spot this one until it hit them; they were too distracted by the conundrum posed by Destiny. This time, they landed in the middle of a fog bank. The man managed to keep his footing, doing no more than jostle the still-unconscious Calumon slightly. He couldn't see very far in any direction, but he could identify the soft sensation of grass underneath his shoes. He could vaguely make out a couple of the closest tamers squinting through the white mist.

"We're back. We're near my shed," declared Guilmon, sniffing loudly. "I can smell the bread I buried last week."

"We're in a digital field," Henry realized. "That blue data stream brought us to the human world. Possibly that's how all the digimon reach our world."

"That could be handy to know in the future," remarked Terriermon.

"How long do you think it'll take someone to realize we're here?" asked Rika.

The man's cell phone began to ring. Reaching into his pocket, Yamaki could already guess who was calling.

"This is Yamaki," he greeted calmly.

"Sir, I cannot begin to describe how good it is to hear from you," Riley's relieved voice answered him. "We thought it was just another bioemergence, but we detected several familiar signals embedded in the middle of the mess. Is everyone with you and unharmed?"

"Yes, we're all here and we're fine," he assured her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps you should inform their parents about their return."

She gave a small laugh, "that shouldn't be hard. Most of them are already here. How about I tell them where you are and have them meet you."

"Fine. We're in the park, near the storage shed that Guilmon generally occupies," he agreed, confirming the location the computers would provide her.

"Understood, sir," she answered. "I'll be seeing you shortly."

He hung up the phone and glanced around. The digital field was beginning to dissipate. He could now spot the concrete stairs that would lead up to the small building that Takato managed to hide his partner in for quite some time. He could now see the tamers and digimon. Everyone looked relieved to be back in the human world.

Well, perhaps not everyone. The young version of Destiny, a concept that still went against his view of the world, stared at the surroundings uneasily. From what she'd said before the data stream hit them, she was an orphan now. A child without a family, without a home and now she stood on the edge of something she didn't know. She'd regained her partner, but also gained the memories of what she'd lost. The blond man didn't know what was going through her head or how she was dealing with this discovery. He also didn't know what the right way to deal with her predicament, but he knew that there was no possibility that the situation would end with the tamer in an orphanage. The advantages that the children and their partners offered against bioemergences ensured that a potential tamer would have to be kept around, not lost among to the system.

"What do we do now, Fate?" the dark-haired girl asked quietly. "We fulfill prophecies; I've never really thought of what happened afterwards. And, without a home and family or prophecies to deal with, what do we do?"

"Come on, Dee," assured the purple rookie that looked so similar to the twins' digimon. "We always manage to figure something out, even with the most complicated prophecies. We'll be fine."

"You could stay with us," suggested Mako abruptly. "I'm sure Mommy and Daddy won't mind. They let Impmon stay with us."

"Right," Ai nodded. "You can stay in our room too. It'll be okay."

Ryo glanced at the young pair and carefully began, "I really don't know if you should be making those types of promises without…"

"No, Ai and Mako have the right idea," interrupted Rika, looking rather protective of the lost-looking child. "And if their parents can't take Destiny in, she can stay with another of us. My house has plenty of room and I doubt Goggle-head's parents would turn away a kid in need. The Wong household is probably at the limit of tamers and digimon it can deal with, but Henry and Suzie's mother would likely still offer. There are enough of us; she can move between our homes if we need to. We'll work it out."

Destiny stared at the red-head for several moments before remarking, "I guess you don't hate me anymore."

"It's hard to lose a parent from your life, let alone two and your home. And tamers stick together," she stated firmly. "We won't let you face that on your own. Besides, I've been trying to give you another chance and to trust you. And things are better this time than at the start." Yamaki saw the Nonaka girl glance at Ryo. "I say we're even."

"Wow, Rika's being nice," muttered Kazu, being careful to stay out of earshot of her. "It's a miracle."

By this point, the fog was completely gone. The sky was the bright orange shade of sunset. This particular corner of the park was deserted, though the man didn't know if it was just a coincidence or people had simply fled at the arrival of the digital field.

"Might be nice to have you two around," remarked Impmon, giving the blue-eyed girl and her partner a small smile. "Dee can hang out with the munchkins and I'll teach you everything I know about terrifying couples and pranking. Maybe someday you'll be as good at it as me."

Fate smirked, "What do you mean 'someday'? I could already beat you at freaking someone out."

"Oh really? You think so? I think there's something wrong with your head, Shrimp," the twins' partner retaliated.

"We're the same size, idiot," he retorted. "And I think you're afraid of a little competition."

"Afra… Okay, that's it." Impmon looked at Destiny, who was struggling not to chuckle at the brewing argument. "I'm sorry, Dee. I'm going to have to teach your partner exactly who's the best around here."

Fate gestured , "Bring it on. I can beat you anytime."

"I am the expert at this," bragged the rookie to his doppelganger. "No one has more experience at terrorizing the park population than me. No amount of time travel or going between realities can compare with my absolute talent."

"This could take a while," commented Takato, looking at the pair of digimon.

Terriermon added, "I pity anyone who goes into the park for a long time."

"Sir," called a breathless Riley, running into view. The man felt himself blinking in surprise behind his shades. The only way she could have covered that distance in that short of time was by flat out running. He knew that she spent time at the gym, but it was still an impressive feat. Panting slightly, she joined the group and remarked, "Sir, it is good to have you back. There are a few events to update you on, but first… may I speak to you on a more personal matter?"

Yamaki raised an eyebrow in reaction to her unusual request. She never brought up personal matters in public if she could help it. That was just a fundamental part of their "keeping business and private lives separate" set-up. That was how they always did things ever since they began living together. It was constant and predictable. But, if the beautiful young woman needed to break that separation for once, he would accept that. The blond man nodded to her solemnly.

Taking a deep breath, she began, "Mitsuo." His eyebrows definitely shot up at that. She was using his first name. This was definitely serious. The brunette continued, "We've known each other for a long time. I've stood by you during calm times and disasters alike. You're my boss, but you are also far more." She glanced at the gathering of tamers and digimon uneasily and blushed, but did not stop speaking. "Our… relationship is complicated and wonderful." She glanced down, "I might never regain the courage for this if I stop now or wait until later. I've considered things carefully in your absence and know that if this is to be said, I will have to do the asking. I know that I am happy with you and that I would never be as happy with any life that did not involve you. Unless something happens to us that is worse than everything we've weathered in the past, I plan to always be by your side as long as you'll allow me."

A part of Yamaki didn't know where this conversation was going and felt oddly apprehensive. Another part, the part that had grown more accustomed to chaos, confusion, and change, was beginning to guess Riley's intent. And that more relaxed part of his mind was rather pleased.

"That's why I have to ask you now, before I lose my nerve," she stated, finally looking back up with an expression of hope and dread, "if you would consider… marrying me, someday?"

Silence met her question. In fact, there was too much silence. He knew that something was missing. A quick look around him explained the lack of comments that should be occurring. Apparently Renamon had grasped the general direction of the conversation before the question was actually spoken. The fox had both Impmon and Terriermon in her grasp, her paws covering their mouths. Wild-eyed and struggling, the two rookies remained firmly silenced by her. The rest of the digimon and their partners were in a variety of states of shock, confusion, and general surprise. None of them, even those the least flabbergasted by Riley's question, were attempting to speak yet.

Carefully, Yamaki removed his sunglasses and looked the woman directly in the eye. She maintained her gaze on him, keeping that hopeful and nervous expression firmly in place. She wouldn't take back her words; she needed to find out this answer, regardless of what it might mean. She needed to hear him make this decision and wouldn't accept anything less than a "yes" or "no." And she deserved a straight answer.

Quietly, he responded, "I'm sorry, Riley."

Her gaze finally fell and her shoulders slumped slightly. Silently, she nodded in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry, but my mother is going to drive you crazy with the wedding," he continued.

The way she stiffened and looked at him with disbelief and shock was mildly amusing. The way the jaws of several children and digital monsters dropped was even more so. Less amusing and certainly embarrassing was the fact that Tally and a small collection of parents had followed the brunette and arrived just at that moment.

"He said 'yes,'" cheered Riley's co-worker. "I knew it. And I won the bet. I told you it would happen as soon as he made it back. Pay up."

"I'm going to kill you, Tally," threatened the now-engaged woman.

"This… has been a strange day," Kenta commented slowly.

Kazu nodded, "I didn't even know those two were a couple."

"Daddy," called Suzie, running towards her parent. "We're back. Can we open my pwesents now?"

Sleepy. He was so sleepy. He didn't remember being this tired in the entire history of forever. But his dreams had been nice at least. It was about the spinning triangle. It had been confused when the warm glowing light went backwards, going from digimon to triangle instead of the other way. But then, it was happy. At least, Calumon thought it was happy. It didn't have a face and it didn't talk, so it was a little hard to tell. But it was a good dream anyway.

The small in-training blearily opened his eyes. He was still sleepy, but he could hear people and he wanted to find out what was going on. There were lots of grown ups around now. They were hugging children and welcoming them back home. Kazu's mother was already informing him that his teacher had prepared him homework and the boy was complaining about that. He also saw Ai and Mako's mother giving her children a hug and then she gave one to a dark-haired little girl. Her name was also Destiny and she sometimes played with the twins, but she didn't wear a cool cloak like the other Destiny person.

Then he spotted two Impmons. One was standing near the young Destiny. The other abruptly smacked his forehead and commented that they left his bike behind. That was kind of funny. The white digimon wanted to ask about that, but he was too tired to try right now. He was too tired for anything. He was too tired for creampuffs, which was impossible for him to imagine.

Calumon felt himself beginning to doze off again. He was so comfy right now. He was still in Yamaki's arms, but the bad thing was gone now and that made it even better. And, before he closed his eyes again, the small digimon thought he saw the man smiling at Riley. That was a good thing; he liked it when the man was happy.

Okay, that's it. The end of "Fate." It took a couple of years, but I finally finished it. I hope you enjoyed the story and will enjoy it even more after I get finished editing everything.

The third story of my trilogy, "Predestination," will have to wait a little while before I truly begin it. I will, however, be posting the prologue immediately to give you an idea of what I have planned next and so you can set a story alert for it if you like. I have big plans for the future, but they have to wait until I take care of the editing first.

Thanks for reading and hope you'll keep following my writing for the third story of this trilogy. Let me know your thoughts by reviewing, please. And thanks for all the support you've offered throughout.