Avaryn

I woke with the stars shining down on my face. I groaned loudly without opening my eyes. I didn't know what time it was but I just knew it was far too early for me to get up.

A hand slapped over my face hitting me continuously until I stopped groaning. I finally opened my eyes to see a pale hand hovering over my face. My head turned to see Ever lying in the field beside me.

I glared death at him. "I'm not an alarm clock." But when I started talking again he started hitting again.  "Ever! Stop hitting me, you bastard!"

"Iss too early," he mumbled and turned onto his stomach. His hand was still all in my face so I willed my arm to move and shoved him off. "Oh my god woman, let me rest," he murmured into the grass but now his eyes were open staring up at me as I lifted myself.

I took in our surroundings. A big field enclosed with trees. "We slept outside," I said in disgust. It wasn't my first time sleeping outside but that didn't mean I was fond of it.

"Not my first time, if you know what I mean."

"I really don't know what you mean."

"You probably don't want to then."

"No, I think I'm okay."

I looked at the sky. It couldn't be passed two am. My eyes found their way back to Ever who was now softy snoring. I looked at the grass beneath me feeling my eyes get heavy again. Fuck it, I thought then laid back down. I was half asleep when I felt Evers body drape across mine but I was too out of it to shove him off. I barely cared anyway.

Though I was only half aware of my surroundings I took note of the sudden loss of the light of the stars. It was as if the light had disappeared or as if someone was blocking it from view.

I opened my eyes once again to see a person standing before me. It took my eyes a few tries to focus on who it was.

Raiden glared down at me. Or I thought he was glaring at me until he knelt so I was closer to his face. He was glaring at something next to me. I turned to see Ever, his body half on top of mine, his head on my shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Raiden grabbed Ever by his hair and tilted his head up till they were eye level. Ever was wide awake now staring wide-eyed at him.

"Off," Raiden demanded.

Ever obediently rolled off of me taking Raidens threat seriously. Ever rubbed his head once Raiden let go. "Did you have to go for the hair?"

Raiden's eyes only narrowed. "Would you rather I rip off your limbs until none of them were touching her?"

Ever grinned. "Yes."

"You're so strange," I mumbled to Ever then turned to Raiden to flick his forehead. "And you don't get to be possessive. If you try again I'll rip your limbs off."

Raiden only stared back at me, blinking. "That wasn't possessiveness. I just don't trust them. You know that."

Raiden was different around the Devaras. He was ... calm. It was weird. He didn't show his personality at all, he was always on guard, waiting for something to happen.

I sighed. "Well, if you're going to trust anyone it should be Ever."

"I will not trust any of them," he responded. It seemed he was now refusing to look at Ever and acknowledge his presence.

"Is he always like this?" Ever whispered as he leaned into my side, he said it loud enough so that Raiden could hear but I knew that was his intention. "You know, so stiff and serious? I wouldn't think you would fall for someone like that—"

I smack a hand on his arm. Getting Ever to shut up was difficult and hitting (most of the time) did the trick.

Raiden stared at Ever, not so much of a glare but a blank face that said so much more.

"See? Even now. He's looking at me like he wants to rip my head off. It's kind of funny actually. Ohh, should I poke him? Do you think he'll try to break my fingers?" Ever stopped talking to wave a hand dismissively. "I'm gonna do it anyway."

"I can hear you light beam," Raiden said.

"Well that's the point isn't it?" Ever rolled his eyes like it was so obvious. "Also light beam? Seriously? that's the best you could come up with demon boy?"

"I could call you something more insulting if you'd like?" Raiden snapped back finally showing a little bit of his real personality. Raiden smiled slightly and it was that cruel one I haven't seen in a while. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'd say you enjoy hating yourself, Everson. You probably look for every single way to give yourself another reason to hate who you are. When someone calls you something insulting you breathe it in like fresh air and accept it. Maybe on the outside you tell yourself you're offended but deep down you enjoy every terrible thing somebody says about you."

My jaw plummeted to the ground. I forgot that Raiden could be cruel. He was the type of person who goes for the deepest cut and then rubs salt in it.

Ever didn't respond for a while, and then, "Finally. You just got a whole lot more interesting."

He grinned and decided now was a good time to poke Raiden in the arm. Raiden did nothing but stare at Evers's finger. It was more of a confusing stare. Like he couldn't comprehend that he had touched him.

Ever whispered to me in complete sarcasm, "look Ryn he's not breaking my finger! I'd say that's progress right?"

Raiden looked at me and I knew he was asking for permission to break Evers's hand. I shook my head and snatched Evers hand away myself. "We should get inside. I need to shower. And so do you Ever."

Ever smirked and I felt he was going to say something out of hand. "Ohh! maybe we take one together? Don't worry Rai, sharing is caring." Ever dodged the hand Raiden sent at him after that sentence. I grabbed Raiden's arm before he could try it again.

I refrained from rolling my eyes.

The more Ever pissed a person off the more he wanted to piss that person off. It was a terrible trait of his. I could tell he enjoyed pissing Raiden off. I didn't mind it. At least Raiden was showing some emotion towards a Devara. It might as well be anger.

Ever snickered. "So predictable."

"I do not like you," Raiden responded.

"Well too bad, you're stuck with me, shadow boy."

"If you ever call me Rai again I will rip your pretty little head off. The same goes for the flirting."

Ever grinned wickedly in a way that was sure to get him killed. "You think I'm pretty?"

I smiled and said to Raiden (maybe a little cocky), "He's only flirting to piss you off. And it's working, huh?"

Raiden's eyes cut through me like glass. I fought the urge to laugh. He was fighting to control his anger as he'd never had to before. That's why he was so grumpy around them. He was trying not to commit murder.

"Come on." I grabbed Ever by the back of his collar and dragged him with me towards the palace and away from Raidens line of sight.

~~~

The light realm wasn't all medieval. They had running water, much like the shadow realm as well. I'm glad, I think I would go absolutely mad not being able to take a shower.

Madder than you already are, a voice whispered in the back of my mind like a paper cut. Though the sting was worse.

I'm not crazy.

I've just been seeing things. And hearing things. But it's not what it seems. It's all just the results of my own paranoia and anxiousness.

The voice wasn't mine. I'm not sure who's it was but it sounded awfully close to my father. The voice said things that he would've probably said to me if he were still alive today, what if there's an ambush coming for you at this very moment? What if the shadow king kills another person you care about? What if your brother is already dead. It's your fault. It's your fault if he's dead. It's your fault that your mother is dead. No scratch that. It's their fault. The Devaras fault. It's all their fault this is happening and you know it. It's Raidens fault too. He's the one who brought you into this.

I banged my hand against the wall hoping to feel the satisfaction of pain. Burning aches spread across my arm like fire. The pain made my thoughts shut up. It wasn't so bad.

The seeing things were more in my dreams. But I didn't want to think about them right now. I pushed them down into the deepest parts of myself and forced them away from my mind. I forced myself not to feel the emotion they were sure to bring.

It was probably around three am when I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair wet and dripping behind my shoulders, wearing only a white nightgown that Mara had lent to me. I froze when I saw a figure sitting on my bed.

Oh, gods, he was sulking.

"Are you pouting?" I asked Raiden trying not to smile.

His dark eyes lifted to me, roaming my body, somehow they darkened even more. He didn't respond, he just stared with that strange look in his eyes. One I've come to know as lust.

I smiled on the inside and walked up to him, tossing my towel on the bed and wrapping my arms around his neck, and then sitting down. On his lap. Shivers crawled across my spine.

His eyebrows pulled in and his head tilted. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting."

"I'm aware of that, thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"Do you like my lap as your own personal chair?" He asked, eyes flaring.

"Yes and I think you do too."

"Mmm," he hummed, then his hands finally found their way to my waist, gripping me tightly as if he were afraid I would disappear. One hand moved down and found the strap of the hilt on my thigh. Raiden's head moved down to stare at my dagger. The one he'd gotten for me. "What's this?"

"Precautions."

A corner of his mouth lifted and he stared at me from beneath his lashes. "Do you plan on stabbing me while we sleep?"

I gasped. "Are you assuming that you're sleeping with me?"

His grip tightened slightly, so slightly it was hard to tell if it happened or not. "The blond one can sleep with you but I can't?"

I laughed, throwing my head back. I never thought I'd see the day Raiden was jealous of Ever. "You know his name but refuse to say it."

Raiden frowned. "I don't see how that's the point. What is your relationship with him anyway?"

"He's my best friend. And don't pretend like you don't like him. You called him pretty. Twice."

"Just because he's attractive doesn't mean I like him as a person. And I don't like him. He's a Devara."

He said the word like it was sour in his mouth.

"You so do. I can tell."

"I do not."

"You can have a Devara friend, it's okay."

Raiden shook his head like I was crazy and ignored my comment. "You'll catch a cold," he murmured, concern in his brow. His arms left my waist to pick up the towel on the bed. He moved all of my hair to behind my shoulders, as much as he could anyway it was pretty short now and began to dry it. I let him do it. We sat in silence but it was comforting and I was okay with it.

I observed Raidens features as he consecrated on my hair. His eyebrows were thick yet shaped perfectly, his nose strong but not big. His white hair fell over his forehead, messy and wild. His jaw was defined and sharp. His lashes were thick and black the kind of eyelashes I would literally kill for. It was unfair how perfect he was.

After he decided my hair was dry enough, he let the towel fall to the floor. Then I felt his fingers through my hair doing something else.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. He didn't look at me just focused on what he was doing, his brow lowered in concentration.

"Braiding it," he replied.

I felt a smile bloom on my face. "You know how to braid?"

"I used to braid Roz's hair for her when we were kids."

"Really?"

"Is this really that hard for you to comprehend?"

"Yes, it is."

I fought a grin and just let him do what he needed to do. I think he just wanted to take care of me in some way. After around ten minutes he let go and finally looked into my eyes.

I stared past him, over his shoulder, and into the mirror hanging on the wall. My jaw dropped. "Oh my god, French braids?" I gasped and touched my head. And they looked good too. Not a hair out of place. I turned my eyes back to Raiden who has amusement flaring in those eyes of his. "I'm so making you do this more often."

"This was a one-time thing."

"Nope. You've revealed your true talents and I will be forcing you to use them."

He smiled and my chest practically caved in. "Talents? And what would those be? That I'm good with my fingers?"

I smacked his shoulder. "Shush."

He ignored me, leaning down slightly until his face was in my neck breathing me in. His lips skimmed over me until they were next to my ear. I was a trembling mess. "In truth, I just wanted a distraction from the fact that you're sitting on my lap."

"Oh," I said stupidly.

"Oh," he mimicked. He did that sometimes.

I dug my fingers through his hair and pulled until he was forced to stare up at me. His eyes flashed with fire and I swore for a second they glowed blue. Like the color of his flames. That look in his eyes had me trembling.

"Only you, Deshima," he whispered. And I couldn't understand what he meant by that. Only me what? But I did know that the word Deshima set me ablaze.

I pulled him by his hair again and I kissed him, his lips soft and cushiony. He groaned and gripped my thighs, fingernails digging into my skin. I didn't mind the pain. I loved the fact that he only lost control when he was with me. He pulled away just for a second, his eyes glazed over, to whisper, "do it again."

I was confused for only a second. "Pull?"

He responded by kissing me again and I figured that was a yes so I did as he wished. My fingers glided through his silky hair before I pulled it again. Raiden groaned into my mouth and practically shivered beneath me.

Oh. I tried not to smile. I think I quite liked that. Fire burned in my stomach but I found that I enjoyed the burn. Electric shivers crawled across my skin. My heart pounded in my chest at a million miles per hour. Only Raiden could make me feel like this. Only him.

His hands roamed my thighs and I think I heard myself whimper. I rolled my hips letting him know what I wanted but of course, he did not listen. He groaned like he was in pain and clamped down on my waist.

"Gods, Stop doing that." He pulled away and shook his head.

"Please," I whispered against him.

"Not tonight ... not here, Love."

"You said that last time."

"I don't ..." he breathed. "I can't be that vulnerable here."

I nodded, my heart still pounding. Basically, he was saying he didn't want to have sex under a Devaras roof because that would make him vulnerable. "I understand." Then I looked up at him, eyes full of lust. "But I can."

He regarded me, doing that head tilt thing that he does, and then smiled slightly. "You get everything you want don't you, darling?"

I smirked. "I don't know, do I?"

Raiden rolled his eyes but behind them, I saw wickedness. He picked me up off his lap and set me on the edge of the bed. I frowned. Did he not understand what I was asking?

"Lay back," he instructed. I frowned again, still confused, but my confusion only lasted a few seconds before he got onto his knees in front of me.

Oh.

His hands spread my legs apart and I tried not to have a heart attack at what was happening. "Lay back," he commanded again and I saw a small smirk on his face as looked at my expression. He was so full of himself. I did what I was told and laid down.

He was killing me. I felt my nightgown being lifted slowly, though I didn't feel his touch and that was driving me mad. Then I felt the tug of my panties and I lifted my hips to help him moved them down my legs. He was taking his time. On purpose. He liked to tease me. I knew that by now.

One hand was placed on my thigh just above my dagger and my skin immediately burned up at the touch. I was going to go crazy if he didn't- I suddenly felt his breath on me.

"Raiden," I whined wanting to sob at the lack of touching. And then I felt one finger enter me, circling my clit. I ached and still wanted to sob but also scream at the anticipation.

I think I heard him murmur with a chuckle, "so wet for me, darling?"

I was going to murder that cocky bastard.

My hands gripped the blankets and then- "ohmygod," I gasped as I felt his tongue replace his finger. He moved his mouth lapping over my clit and my hips bucked. He placed a hand on my lower stomach and pressed down, keeping me to the bed.

I was on fire. Like I was actually burning. Sensations of pleasure rolled through my body and I fought to keep my breathing under control. He was going to kill me with his tongue. I was sure of it.

I throbbed beneath him, my mind buzzed. I think I forgot my name. I was a moaning pathetic mess under Raiden. I stared up at the ceiling, gripping the blankets under me something in me building up. "Oh," I moaned as his tongue sped up inside me. I attempted to move my hips against him but his grasp was firmly holding them down. My legs started shaking from the pressure building up at my core. Holy shit. "Raiden, fuck." I cried out as he moved ever faster, harder. After a few seconds I couldn't hold on anymore, I let go and came hard and rapidly, moaning louder than I meant to. Repeating Raidens name over and over.

My death grip on the sheets slackened. I stared up at the ceiling, eyebrows bunched up and mouth hanging open in pleasure, and seeing stars as my vision seemed to fade. I couldn't move if I wanted to.

I felt Raiden give me one last kiss on my thigh and then felt him move up my body until we were eye to eye. When he saw my expression his gaze darkened even more. He kissed me before I could even try to say anything.

God. This. I would never get used to this. I would never get used to the way he made me feel.

He pulled away and picked me up with ease, positioning my body correcting on the bed, my head sunk into the pillows as he put the blankets over me. I watched him undress silently and slide into bed beside me.

Just the heat of his body was so comforting. Maybe I wouldn't have nightmares tonight if he was the one beside me. After a couple of seconds, he put his hands on my waist and pulled me flush against his chest until every inch of our skin was touching.

I stared at him. How could somebody like him love me?

"What?" He whispered with his eyes closed.

"What?"

"You're staring."

"No, I'm not."

He peeked one eye open to see that I was in fact staring. "What is it?"

"Um ... nothing. It's just ..." I trailed off. I lifted my head slightly and pressed a kiss to his forehead then kisses all down his face. I think I felt him smile against me. I smiled too. "I don't want this to go away," I finally said, my voice so quiet, barely a whisper. I placed a hand on his jaw and his eyes closed again as if savoring the touch. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe that me and him, we were ... well whatever we were. "I mean most of the time I want to strangle you but I think that works for us. And the times I don't ... I just ..."

"Yes?" He stared up at me, waiting for me to say those words. Words he'd been saying to this whole time without me even knowing. I wanted to say the but ... I couldn't. I couldn't be that type of vulnerable. Not now. Maybe not ever. Raiden only closed his eyes again and I knew he understood. "Go to sleep, Deshima."

At that moment I knew that he was my Deshima too.

~~~

In my dreams somebody is strangling me. My head is engulfed with water and if I try to breathe the water will go into my lungs. I thrashed and kicked at this person but nothing seemed to work. Finally, I tried to call on some power but there was nothing in me. I was empty.

I used all of my upper body strength to push up and finally, the body was off of me. My lungs filled with air again as I gasped and gulped, clawing at my neck that was burning. I was standing in some kind of pond or lake in the middle of some snowy woods. Wolves cried and howled somewhere in the distance and I thought I smelt smoke as well. Perhaps a campfire.

I didn't have much time to think before I was attacked again but this time I saw my attacker. It was Bash. He was saying all sorts of things to me in crazed shouts. "You're a murder!" He screamed in my face as he grabbed my throat once again. I was too shocked to try and dodge him. "A killer! Do you think you deserve to be around us? To be around my family? You'll never be worthy!"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Shut up!"

"You think you're good?" He laughed cruelly. "You're not. You're evil. Just like him."

"Stop it," I whispered desperately. Thought rushed my head, attacking me.

No. I wasn't. I wasn't like him. I wasn't. I'm not evil. How could I be like him? He's not even alive! I killed him! I killed him to protect myself. That doesn't make me evil. Does it? No. It doesn't. I'm not bad. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

"Just like your father!"

Kill him, a voice whispered in my head.

Shut up!

"stop it!"

Kill him.

"I'm not going to kill him!" I hysterically whispered back to the voice.

Bash's hands tightened on my throat. My lungs screamed at me in return. "You're just like him. You killed your mom too. Your brother is probably dead because of you."

Kill him and you'll be set free.

"STOP IT!"

And before I knew it I had taken out my dagger from my thigh holster and stabbed him in the chest. I felt as it sliced through blood and bone with ease.

Bash put a hand to his chest and fell to his knees. Blood pouring down and out of his body.

"No," I whimpered as I realized what I had done. No. No. No. please. I dropped to my knees in front of him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Please I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"Just like him," he said one last time before his eyes closed and he fell back onto the snow-filled ground.

And before I could even feel sorry the world tilted and my vision went black.

The dream changed when I opened my eyes. I was still on a snowy mountain top, trees surrounding me that were at least thirty feet tall. A woman stood beside me. I knew who it was before I even looked at her.

I hadn't seen Chaska Eldar in weeks, not since the night I killed those guards.

"What are you here to tell me this time?" I asked because now I knew why she had visited me over this span of months. She was guiding me.

Her lengthy raven hair flowed in the breeze behind her. I couldn't tell if she was an angel or if she was a demon. "I'm here to tell you that you will be stopped."

I fought a frown and instead lifted a brow. "I don't follow."

"You will when the time is right. I've warned you not to follow in my footsteps but I can see now that you will anyways."

"It's the only way to destroy him," I defended. The last time I spoke to Chaska she warned me to stay away from the Vad. She told me it wasn't what I thought it to be.

"Do you really need to kill him?"

"Yes."

"Then you are exactly like me."

I shook my head and looked off into the distant snow-filled trees.

"Ambition. Stubborn. Clever. Cunning. Wicked. An intense need for vengeance brimming under your fingertips. Did I sum it up correctly?"

I ignored her words.

Chaska narrowed her eyes at me. "Avaryn Alastor. You have no idea who you will become. You must be stopped."

And before I could ask what the hell she was talking about I was shaken awake by strong hands.

When my eyes came into focus I was alarmed at the scene before me. Raiden was beneath me, my legs on either side of his body keeping him in place, and my dagger was pressed directly at his heart. If he wasn't holding my wrists ... I would've stabbed him. I stared at my hands in fear and panic and jumped off of him and off of the bed and back until my shoulders hit the wall.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to see the look in his eyes. Did he think I was crazy too? "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I swear—"

"Shhh," he said and I felt him right in front of me, tugging my hands away from my face. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I- I could've killed you. Oh my god." My throat closed and I was close to tears.

"Look at me," Raiden commanded softly, his fingers tipped my chin up until my eyes met his. A few tears slipped from my eyes. I despised crying, that's why I didn't do it often. I hated feeling weak. "There is not one inch of me that fears you. You wouldn't have hurt me."

"But-"

"No," he cut me off. "You wouldn't have. Understand?"

I nodded hesitantly. My stomach unclenched and a warm calm filled me. Raiden's forehead fell against mine and I felt safe for the first time in a while. Safe from myself I mean. "I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Don't apologize." He kissed me softly. When he pulled away I felt him smile. "You know when I asked if you were going to stab me in my sleep I was joking right?"

I whacked his shoulder softly. "Too soon Jackass."

Light was shining in from the floor to ceiling windows, it was safe to say that it was morning. My mind wandered to my odd dream. I didn't know why but somehow Chaska Eldar, a woman who is supposedly just a legend or myth, can communicate to me through dreams. Or maybe it was my own subconscious in the shape of Chaska?

I decided not to think about it too much and I put my clothes on, simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And Raiden wore the same, black pants, black t-shirt and then strapped on all of his weapons. He had like a million of them that he put in all different places. I couldn't believe he was allowing me to see all the places he put weapons. He even put knives in his shoes.

"You know we're not going into battle."

"One can never be too prepared."

I chuckled and shook my head. Weirdo.

My mind drifted on to my first dream as I stared out the window. For some reason, that one bothered me less. It was my own insecurities but in the form of Bash. But that wasn't what intrigued me about the dream. It was actually something that played in the background.

The sound of wolves howling.

The smell of smoke in the distance.

I narrowed my eyes as I put the pieces together.

The poem.

The poem was found months ago in the heart of Crestwood academy's library. It wasn't so much a poem as it was a prophecy. A really old one too. I remember Nyan telling me once that a lot of the books in Crestwood were from ancient times, both the human world and the light realm. So who knows where that book came from. Or when.

I recited the poem from my memory.

Two halves of the same,
when the wolves cry the cities will burn in flames,
on the last day, The Vad will break free,
embracing the world among its pain,
both light and dark,
but forever the same.

I frowned as I stared out the window. What was my brain trying to tell me? Was I overthinking this? Did the howling and the smell of smoke mean nothing? No. It couldn't have been randomly in my dream for no reason. There had to be one. I just wasn't seeing it.

I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. "What are you thinking about in that head of yours?" Raiden asked.

I shook my head. "It's nothing." And he didn't push, even though it was clear I was lying. I squeezed his hands. "Come on, we should get down there and discuss plans with everyone else."

Raiden groaned and buried his head in my neck. I fought a shiver. "What if we didn't? What if we stayed in here all day? Or even better we left this dreadful castle and-"

I flicked his hand. "Shush. Let's go."

~~~

Hello, my loves. I'm sorry this chapter was short and it was kind of a filler chapter and it basically added nothing to the plot but whatever.

Also sorry for updating late but y'all know me by now I'm never on time.

I really like talking to guys in these like little end chapter things so I decided I'm going to ask questions and y'all r gonna answer because I said so 😤. (I'm joking you can leave if you want)

Anyways.

What character do you guys relate to the most and why? I'm not telling y'all mine because ur gonna assume it's the person who's dying. (It is )

What's y'all's Hogwarts houses? I'm a Slytherin who hates being a Slytherin. 😃👍

Where are y'all from? (Not in a creepy way isw I live in WA)

What ur Myers Briggs? I'm an INTP or possibly an intj. I've taken this test like five times and it either says one of those two.

Also here's some random things about the characters. Ik I'm changing subjects rlly fast I literally do not mean to lol.

Okay so I was thinking about the character's music types for some reason??? So heres some hcs for my own characters lol.

Avaryn and Ever are 100% swifties and you can't tell me otherwise 🤚. They def would listen to folklore and cry together.

I'm not sure why but I have a deep feeling that Mara and Kaida are barbz. I will not be explaining this its purely just vibes.

Nyan would definitely listen to like soft indie pop like clairo and girl in red. Or she would listen to hozier and cry.

For Raiden I literally have no clue help me out on this one. He's the character I know the least y'all know this. I created him but I don't even know this man he's a mystery to me too 😭😭

Bash I feel would listen to classical music and then feel superior because of it.

Also yall don't mention the smut okay Ik it's bad.  I just feel so uncomfy writing it like I feel so embarrassed 😭😭. When they finally have seggs it's fading to black I'm sry it's so embarrassing 🙅🏻‍♀️

Okay that's all I've got. Bye for now I'll see you when I see you. Don't ask when im going to update I rlly could not tell you. Im a mood writer. ;))