CHAPTER FIFTY: 117%

Spyro! You've just defeated the Sorceress, rescued the dragon eggs, and restored freedom to the lost dragon worlds! What are you going to do next, hmm? Perhaps a nice vacation in Dragon Shores?

Spyro couldn't help but crack up laughing. Not laughing at Bob from the actual DNN was hard enough. This was impossible. "Very funny. You're a real comedian, Bentley."

Yes, our heroes finally made it home after their bout with the Sorceress, though of course Spyro and Hunter didn't return alone. The rest of the dragons were so grateful to everyone who pitched in to help that everyone was welcomed to join the Dragon Festival - Sheila, Byrd, Bentley, Agent 9, and yes, even Bianca. All of the eggs were returned, and peace in the dragon realms (ALL of the dragon realms) returned after a thousand years.

So Bentley decided to have a little fun.

"Well, maybe we'll hit Dragon Shores after the Dragon Festival," the purple dragon laughed. (He was particularly excited about racing coasters with Agent 9 and going to the shooting ranges with the Byrd.) "I still want to make sure the lost worlds are okay and can finish cleaning up." He rolled his eyes. "I mean, Hunter's supposed to be helping me, but I haven't seen him since we got back."

The thought now back on his mind, Spyro asked, "You haven't seen him, have you, Bent?"

Bentley stammered for a bit, not quite sure how to answer, which was certainly odd for the over-eloquent yeti. "Oh, who, me? No, no, I'm quite afraid I haven't," Bentley replied with a nervous laugh. "However, if I do happen to encounter him, I will most certainly inform you immediately."

oo00oo00oo

Spyro may have been Hunter-less, but that didn't mean ALL of Avalar was sitting around, waiting to be found. The Artisan was actually quite surprised: he was sent back to Midnight Mountain to explore for any portals that could link the Dragon Realms back up to their ancestral land, and happened to find the Professor fiddling with a portal in Agent 9's Lab.

"Professor? What are you doing here?" he asked, approaching the old mole. "How'd you even get here?" He cracked a smile. "And please don't tell me you're trying to summon a dragon."

"Not this time, Spyro," the Professor laughed. "This is an older portal of mine, back when I was a younger mole. Better built for, well, building things, you understand. Even before our situation with Ripto, I was still interested in the idea of reaching out to the dragon worlds, but...well, I purchased a book on dragon geography from the Shady Oasis, and the coordinates brought me here instead." He adjusted his glasses with a sour frown. "I guess the tables were a touch out of date."

Spyro stifled a laugh. "By a thousand years?"

"...That would explain why the book was so cheap."

"So you didn't find dragons and decided to settle down anyway?"

"Indeed. There were still enough traces of dragon here to make the study worth my time. I'm sure now that you've run the gauntlet of the realms, you recognize my design for the powerup towers from Avalar."

"And you found us, right, Professor?" Agent 9 interjected, popping up from behind the Professor's console. "Huh, right? You couldn't leave after seeing our cute, cuddly little monkey-faces, right?"

The Professor smiled, scratching the gun-crazed chimp just behind his ear. "That's right, Agent 9."

"This explains so much," Sparx buzzed.

"Oh, Spyro, speaking of Avalar!" the Professor jumped. "I just remembered. Elora says hello, and wanted me to tell you to meet her as soon as the Dragon Festival starts."

Spyro groaned, putting a paw to his snout. Right, Elora. In all of the chaos of fighting the Sorceress and finding the dragon eggs, he had completely forgotten that this mess was spoiling her big trip to the realms for the Dragon Festival. "Right. I'll do that, soon as I finish checking in on the rest of the realms. And finding Hunter, WHEREVER he's hiding."

"You say something about Hunter there, Spyro?" Agent 9 jumped in. "Hey, why didn't you just say so, buddy? I saw him a while back sneaking off with-"

"Agent 9?" the Professor interrupted. "D-Do you see a rhynoc over in those trees over there?"

"RHYNOC?!" the spastic chimp exclaimed, running into the foliage with Mr. Laser Blaster charged and ready. "Where?! No rhynoc's gettin' into MY lab and gettin' away with it, no sir! You want a piece of me, rhynoc-boy?! I hope you saved room for dessert, 'cause I'm serving five courses of hot, steaming LASER, punk! Come on out, no fair hiding!"

While Agent 9 went on a mad hunt for "rhynocs", the Professor reclaimed the conversation. "Oh, I'm sure Hunter's in good hands," he said quickly.

"Huh?"

"Oh, goodness, I-I mean, I'm sure he'll turn up soon! You know how Hunter is, always...y'know, disappearing, going on adventures, hunting down sheep saucers, that kind of thing."

oo00oo00oo

So while the dragons prepared for the second coming of the Dragon Festival, Spyro and friends returned to the Forgotten Worlds to check on the locals and make sure they hadn't overlooked any lost treasure or anything else.

Or, rather, that's what everyone else was doing. Sheila had to make a detour to check on her brothers. And right now, they were in trouble.

"How many times do I have ta tell you three?!" she snapped, glowering down on the shaking goats as only a big sister could. "Don't - tease - the moose."

"It was Billy's idea!" Bobby cried out, cowering behind Pete.

"Jah, jah, Billy's idea!" Pete echoed, waiting for his chance to hide behind Bobby.

Sheila turned to the wriggling legs sticking out of the mountainside. "Billy, is 'at true?" She could hear his muffled response, but he was far too deep into the wall for her to make any of it out.

"Do your brothers do this stuff for fun?" Spyro laughed, deciding to check in on Sheila as she checked in on the triplets.

"Unfortunately, yes," she sighed, letting Bobby and Pete get to work digging out their brother. "Ah, they're a total mess, but I love 'em. Great ta see ya, Spyro, but what brings ya?"

Spyro groaned. "I have been looking for Hunter ALL - DAY. I can't find him ANYWHERE. Have you seen him?"

Sheila stifled a giggle. "Sorry, Spyro. I seen him, alright, but Hunter made me promise not to tell ya where they went. Probably figured you'd be mad at 'em playin' hooky or whatnot."

Spyro heard all he needed to hear. "They?"

"Uh-oh, sounds like I've said too much," she giggled. "Ya didn' hear it from me, 'kay, Spyro? Wish I could join the search party, but I gotta dig Billy outta this wall first. Later!"

Spyro groaned. If Sheila's tip-off meant what he thought it meant, this could only end badly. "Oh, no. No, no, no, please, no."

oo00oo00oo

With the lost worlds free from the Sorceress, what better way to celebrate than with a commemorative re-enactment of the infamous Fireworks Factory siege that led to the arrest of the head of the Hummingbird Resistance Corps and one escaped experiment from the Midnight Mountain labs? On the inside of this historic night, it was absolute chaos. Rockets flew every which way, with ninjas prowling through the cover of smoke. Things blew up, people were hurt, and resistance members were bonked with quarterstaffs.

On the outside, though, it just looked like a fantastic fireworks spectacle. And that's the part Byrd and the hummingbirds were out to recreate. As sort of a prelude to the Dragon Festival, the Fireworks Fantastic was a night of excitement and amazement for all of the lost realms to watch and enjoy.

Including a certain apprentice and an imported archer, who had one of the best seats atop the Factory bridge.

"I never thought I'd actually get to see a fireworks show at the Factory," Bianca giggled, brushing back one of her ears.

"I never thought I'd actually get to watch something like this with you," Hunter admitted, taking her paw in his.

"I never thought I'd have someone like you to watch it with in the first place."

Hunter dropped her paw in favor of wrapping an arm around her to pull her close. Bianca took it one step further and pulled her own arm up around his shoulder, pulling them even closer. With the crackling colors warming the sky and the light of the Factory moon shining down, it almost recreated their perfect moment from the Crystal Islands.

Except this time, they got their kiss.

Spyro, down on the ground getting a wider picture of the show, gagged in disgust at the sight of their two silhouettes becoming one. "Ugh. It's a sad sight, Sparx: another noble warrior falls victim to the plague of love." Sparx, who was absolutely not waiting for his chance to buzz off and meet with Zoe, who had a picnic set up for them in Charmed Ridge, buzzed righteously in agreement.

The Artisan nodded back towards the portal. "Come on, Sparx; looks like we'll have to catch up with Hunter later."

Spyro and Sparx turned to leave and resume their double-back through the lost worlds, but the purple dragon stopped after getting a gentle hoof to the side. He stopped and looked up finding a familiar red-headed goat girl that he hadn't seen in quite some time. "Elora? What're you doing here?"

"I figured someone would spill the secret and you'd storm in looking for Hunter eventually," she laughed, taking a seat on the grassy plains and offering Spyro to join her. "There's a show going on, you know. Where are you heading?"

"I have to finish checking up on the rest of the worlds and making sure-"

Elora interrupted with a brush of her hand. "And you say I'm the worrywart? Spyro, you did it - you beat the bad guy, you found all of the eggs, everything's fine." Once again, she motioned for him to sit. "Take a break, would ya? Let's watch the show."

Spyro sighed sharply. Every adventurous bone in his body was demanding that he go be the hero, that his job wasn't done until EVERYONE was on the road to recovery and the Dragon Festival was back underway. But on the other hand, every tired muscle supporting those bones was hungry for a break, especially his throbbing wing that hadn't fully recovered. He had spent nearly a week hunting for the dragon eggs, only resting when it became too dark to see and snapping awake at the crack of dawn.

...And on top of that, it was hard to say no to Elora. He promised her a spectacle, an amazing week of dragon festivities in the Artisans. And what did she get? Stood up, that's what she got. Told to sit in Avalar and not cause trouble while he and Hunter busted their backs to rescue the dragon eggs. He still owed her that promise, didn't he?

So with a second sigh, this one hinting at his exhaustion, Spyro laid down, resting his head in Elora's lap. "Alright, goat-girl, you win," he teased. "But only 'cause you asked."

oo00oo00oo

Hunter and Bianca came down to join them after the fireworks were all said and done, but by the time they got there, Spyro was fast asleep. (Only dragons who dared to brave a night in the Peacekeepers could sleep through a sky full of explosions.) Hunter volunteered to take Spyro back to Evening Lake, and nobody seemed to notice Sparx's disappearance to the Charmed Ridge, so Elora and Bianca finally had a moment to meet under the smoky Factory stars.

"So you're the one that's been keeping Spyro and Hunter out of trouble, huh?" Elora laughed.

"I tried. Towards the end, at least," Bianca answered nervously. "Hunter's told me plenty about you, so it's nice to finally meet you."

"Do I even want to know?"

"His words were 'total egghead with a temper'," Bianca recalled lightly, "but I think I'm starting to speak Hunter a little, so I take it that means you're smart and know how to rein him in."

"I try. Hunter and I have been hallmates in Summer Castle for I don't even know how long." She playfully raised an eyebrow. "Which might be why I'm not so sure what you see in him."

"I've been asking myself the same question," Bianca sighed with a laugh. "I've spent too long being serious, so his sense of humor's a nice change of pace. Or maybe I'm just the girl who's sappy for a Prince Charming to save the day, I don't know." The ex-apprentice shot her a look in return. "Not that you'd know about that, right?"

"Oh, stop it," Elora blushed with a brush of her hand. "Spyro and I aren't...I-I mean, I don't know any-"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything," Bianca laughed. "Hunter mentioned it, that's all. Seems like you like him, though."

"Call me a sap for Prince Charmings," the faun continued to blush. "B-But it's nothing, Spyro's not...I mean, I don't know if...I don't..."

She sighed sharply. What didn't she know? What did she know? She liked Spyro, that part was obvious to everyone that wasn't a teenage purple dragon. But Spyro didn't like her back. Or did he? Was he playing hard to get or sincerely not interested? Was he serious about being too busy for girls, or did he just not get it yet? And even if he were interested in girls, wouldn't he prefer a dragoness? Someone just as tough and adventurous as he was? With any girl in the globe willing to throw their hearts out for a hero, what would he see in some eggheaded faun from Avalar?

Bianca gave her a gentle shove to snap the faun back to reality. "He's just a kid," she reminded. "Give it time, he'll come around. Come on, we'd better head back to the Lake and make sure the boys aren't getting into more trouble."

oo00oo00oo

"What do you MEAN we're missing an egg?!"

"Did I stutter?!"

"How are we missing an egg?! I SWEAR we had 149 when we rushed the Sorceress, and Yin and Yang make 150!"

"Well, either you counted wrong or someone stole one, so we have to get looking!"

Moneybags gave a whistle, trying to ignore the obnoxious chatter floating around the Midnight Mountain. (He couldn't quite hear what was going on, but he also didn't particularly care to. Likely just Spyro and the bumbling cheetah on some sort of "adventure" or whatever nonsense.)

With the Sorceress - and his newest form of dragon income - gone, the posh bear had to come up with his newest scheme and quick. He tried his best to be an honorable businessman, but...well, one never leaves free money on the ground, now do they? And he found the ultimate deposit of gold sitting by the Sorceress' castle.

It was one of the elusive dragon eggs. Perhaps an extra of some sort, he didn't know. All he knew is that it was there, it was after Spyro went on his egg-tirade-thing, and he was a firm believer in the rule "finders keepers".

He was almost tempted to keep it, to be honest. Dragon eggs were a thing of beauty never before seen in Avalar. Their glossy shell, their shimmering sparkle, their warm and protective magic...it was no wonder they sold for small fortunes on the black market. He didn't deal with the thieves of Shady Oasis frequently, but he perused their goods from time to time. One day, one of them was making off with a dragon egg, and his heart nearly stopped at the price tag on it. For an egg! Apparantly, there was a large market for gourmet omelets or pet dragons somewhere, and now he intended to find it.

"So, uh. Whatcha got there?"

"A dragon egg, can you believe it?" Moneybags fawned, admiring his reflection in its shell. "Must be a thousand years old or something! Eh, probably some kind of dud. I found it just laying around, can you believe? Oh, I'm going to take it home to Avalar and sell it for a fortune! I could build a mansion out of the dragon treasure this little beauty is going to net me! Can you imagine-"

The bear froze as a hot, steaming blast of smoke hit him in the back, leaving an uncomfortable burning just above his tail. He hadn't listened closely to the voice that approached him, and now his heart was racing as he turned to find out.

Sharp horns pointed straight at him. Clouds of soot and smoke, like a fire just about to erupt. Claws digging into the dirt, ready to shred the first thing they could grab. Bared dragon fangs, grinding in anger and holding back an onslaught of flame. A pair of beaten gold wings that were ready to take off and chase him down. Steely blue eyes that burned like an unholy inferno. An aura of frustration, of disgust, of total and complete hatred.

Spyro narrowed his glare, scratching hungrily at the dirt, like a bull just about to charge. "Start running."

oo00oo00oo

And so, all was right with the not-forgotten-anymore worlds, perhaps for the first time in a thousand years. The Sorceress was gone, as were all of her rhynocs, allowing magical energies to start flowing through the worlds once more. True, they would need the dragons to return if the worlds were to continue prospering once more, but that would be decided later. For now, they would survive on the stores of energy "Her Majesty" was keeping cooped up in Midnight Mountain for herself.

...Okay, not all of the rhynocs were gone. One stayed behind and actually made a wonderful career singing opera in the Cloud Spires.

But the rest of the rhynocs were gone, meaning the local sports teams could prosper once more. Nancy won gold in her skating competition, and Ernest's flipper made a full recovery just in time for the cat hockey finals. The villagers of Sunny Villa and the gypsies of Enchanted Towers even pulled together a skating league. It was quickly taken over by the seals; who knew squids made such awesome skateboards?

The moles were still a problem in Crystal Islands (so said a nasty bump on Bentley's head), but other than that, order was on its way back. Deputy Holiday rounded up some thieves in the Dino Mines trying to break into the Sorceress' treasure vaults, and even though the Bailey gang was still at large, their only major target lately was - you guessed it - Moneybags.

(And yeah, Hunter swore up and down that there was still a major problem with space-cows and sheep saucers, but nobody else really saw it.)

The bumbling cheetah tried his hand at dragon-sitting after the Festival, but taking care of a pile of baby Artisans isn't as easy as it sounds. Bianca took to it quite well, though, despite any earlier comments Spyro might've made out of spite. She was the one tasked with watching Yin and Yang (the twins that hatched early) during the Festival, and it actually earned her a new apprenticeship in the Magic Crafters - under the twins' grandfather, Elder Cosmo.

As for Spyro and Elora? Well...

oo00oo00oo

The lost worlds were saved. The dragon eggs were home. Spyro was savior of the dragon realms yet again. Moneybags was suffering from gouge marks, claw and teeth tears, third-degree burns, and retired to become a haiku poet. The Avalar trio was reunited, plus one rabbit sorceress-in-training.

And finally, after a long week, full of the dragon realm's biggest celebrations, the Dragon Festival had come to an end. The newest elders had been initiated, the newest full-growns became the new generation of leaders, the ex-first-ages took their first step towards adulthood, and best of all, all of the horrified parents were put at ease as they reunited with their precious eggs. The skies of the Artisans were alight with a multitude of colors, every grassy hill spilling over with fairy magic as the hatchlings burst out of their shells, ready to crawl into the open, loving arms of their guardians. All 150; not a single egg out of place.

But while all of the eggs were in place, not all of the dragons were. While Hunter and Bianca admired the scenery and Sparx helped Zoe and the rest of the fairies clean up, Elora found herself just a bit stranded in the still-unfamiliar land of the dragons.

None of the full-growns and elders could explain, only telling her that "he disappears a lot" and "he'll turn up eventually". The little brother she met at the start of this journey of the lost worlds, Flame, gave her much-more helpful advice: "Talk to Marco; he's the balloonist at the docks. If Spyro's not in the Artisans, Marco knows where he went."

The balloonist brought her out to the Dragon Junk Yards, where Spyro's first legendary battle took place. Little remained of the old scrap heap, as most of it was torn to shreds and rebuilt into the attractions at Dragon Shores.

But one portal stayed open, a dragon mouth propped up with a pair of handmade supports that looked welded by a fire-breath.

Inside, she found an odd sort of outcrop, grassy and breezy despite the peeling remains of what was once some kind of factory, or at least the beginnings of it. Putting her faun roots to work, Elora carefully made the climb up the jagged outcroppings, a task that'd be nearly impossible for anyone without sturdy climbing hooves. Seeing no sign of any missing dragons, she climbed all of the way to the top, where an old gate greeted her with a ring of keys hanging outside of it, like it was once locked and would never be locked again.

She made her way through the hall, careful not to let her hooves clang too loudly on the metal floors. Eventually, she reached a room, dark except for a few purple lights in the floor and three clumsy spotlights that hung from the ceiling.

On the furthest wall sat a portrait, a gigantic painting of a green goblin with a hammerstaff and gaudy armor. (What did the dragons call them? Gahnorcs or something?) A line of purple gems sat at the base of the portrait, as if in honor of or in tribute to the creature.

She didn't recognize that spotlight, but the next one was shockingly familiar. It was a podium dressed in a black cloth, which seated an old leather book and a sparkling green and gold ball. She stepped forward to examine it closer. Indeed, the tome was her old guidebook, the store-all map to Avalar that she had thrown at Spyro during their first meeting, right before asking him to drop his vacation plans and sacrifice his life to stop a dictator from harassing a group of strange kidnappers. And the sphere was one of the Avalar orbs; they told Spyro to keep one, just in case anything horrible happened again. (And to keep Hunter from accidentally summoning evil sorcerers in the first place.)

She smiled as all of the memories came back. She never thought to ask what Spyro did with her guidebook, even to the point of casually assuming he threw it out.

The third spotlight was empty, though there was more makeshift metalwork from the breath of a fire dragon burned into the wall. And shortly after she investigated it, a fire dragon entered the room to take credit for his work. "Elora, you've got to stop sneaking up on me like this," he teased.

"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to trespass or anything!" Elora assured nervously, hands in the air as a sign of surrender. "Sorry, Spyro, I just...y-you disappeared at the Festival and I didn't-"

"Delbin didn't send you, did he?" Spyro asked suspiciously, unloading the pack of metal from his back.

"No, why?"

"Good," he sighed. "The full-growns don't know about this place. I thought sneaking off while all of the family stuff was going on would be my best chance to come out for a few hours."

"Can I know about this place?" Elora asked playfully.

"I think it's too late for me to say no," Spyro laughed.

"So what is this place?"

"It used to be Gnasty's old lair, where he kept all of his personal treasure and all that," Spyro explained. He nodded towards the portrait in the back. "That's him back there. That ugly thing was there when I found the place."

"So he's 'evil sorcerer trying to take over the world' number one, right?"

"Exactly. But after I took him out, thieves took the place over and I had to clear them out. The Dream Weavers and Magic Crafters left explosives in here for me, so everyone thinks I just blew it up. I'm sure you saw how I had to jam the portal open, just so I could still get in here."

"So if you were supposed to blow it up, why'd you keep it?"

Spyro sighed, stopping to look at the mighty portrait once again. It was an odd piece to describe: it was beautifully done to be sure, but how beautiful can a picture be for capturing the slimy, rotten, smelly, gross nature of Gnasty Gnorc? "I'm still not really sure. This is my little treasure cove now. At the time, I didn't want to dishonor Gnasty, 'cause he's the one that gave me my first big adventure and kind of...I don't know, started all of this."

"What, opening your personal sorcerer elimination business?"

"It kind of helped me meet you, didn't it?"

Elora blushed. He had a point; the reason Spyro was so eager to take on their troubles with Ripto was because he DID have that experience with Gnasty. If they grabbed any other dragonlet, she'd be stranded in Riptonia. "Right."

"So this is kind of like my gallery now, like the living legend of Spyro the dragon," he continued with a laugh. "Gnasty's picture kind of set it off. I want to have a whole collection in here one day, just all kinds of trinkets and things from all of my adventures."

He motioned to the black cloth covering the pedestal. "I dunno if you could tell or not, but this is one of Ripto's cloaks. I found it while I was helping the Professor clean out the Winter Palace. Horrible fashion statement, but it makes a nice tablecloth."

"This is kind of cool, actually. Something you can show your own dragonpups one day, right?"

"Right." Realizing his answer, Spyro quickly shook his head. "I-I mean, not that I'm having kids or settling down or anything. Psht. I mean, hero stuff, too busy for that, right?"

Elora rolled her eyes; typical Spyro. "Right." Changing the topic, she turned to the final spotlight, which still shined down on nothing but a metal fixture on an empty wall. "So...what's going there?"

Spyro dug his snout through the scrap pile, coming up with a glittering golden staff. Its centerpiece resembled a dragon egg, but its color was much darker than the white ones she had been seeing around the Artisans during the festival. She didn't get to see any part of the adventure, but she could still put the pieces together. "Is that really-?"

"I found it in the wreckage of the arena," Spyro answered after setting the staff in its place. The fixture buckled under its weight slightly, so the Artisan heated a piece of scrap with his breath and jammed it into the wall for some extra support. "Yeah, that's really it."

"Is that really a dragon egg?"

"Unfortunately," Spyro sighed. "It's at least a thousand years old. She had it petrified so that she could use its magic forever. I already talked to Cosmo, and there's no unpetrifying it, so there's nothing anyone can do but make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands again."

While Spyro reinforced his newest addition, Elora continued to admire the gallery in wonder. Not only was it already so full of memories and adventures, but there was something else about the room. It could've been contributed to poor construction, but Elora knew Spyro was smarter than that.

The room was still empty. He was leaving space for more.

"Spyro, have I ever told you you're amazing?"

"Not that I can remember, but I don't mind hearing it more than once."

"Well...you are. We're all lucky to have someone like you around. Especially me."

"Well, uh...happy to be of service." With the staff firmly in place, Spyro shoved all of the spare scrap out the door and waved for Elora to follow. "Alright, I'm done. Come on, we'd better get back to the Artisans before the full-growns notice I'm gone and start asking questions."

"You still owe me a tour of the dragon realms, you know," Elora snapped playfully, suddenly reminded of the old promise Spyro made during their first trip to Dragon Shores.

"I told you I'm bad at keeping promises," Spyro laughed. "Look, we're all going to Dragon Shores after the Festival's over, how about I take you on the Tunnel of Love again and re-promise and we'll pretend the first one never happened, okay?"

"I thought you hated that ride."

"...W-Well, I do, don't get me wrong, I'm just saying. If you weren't such a girl, I'd promise you a tour on the coasters. Look, point is, you'll get your tour. We've got some time to kill before the dragonflies come, so that'll be perfect. If you don't mind the baby dragons everywhere."

"Wait, what happens when the dragonflies come?"

"Ah, I'll explain later. Come on, let's go!"

We made it! And with that, Spyro's most iconic adventures come to a close. I want to thank all of you guys so much for hanging in and following this story through fifty chapters. (Seriously, it's a dumb amount of chapters, which makes you all that much more awesome.) And an extra thank-you to everyone who reviewed! :)

Haven't had enough? A sequel's in the works! I'm about a quarter of the way through it, so keep an eye out for Lore in the coming months! I hope I'll see all of you there when it's finally complete and makes its way onto the site.

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