Alina believed that her strange dreams of mythological creatures would end once she had accepted the Stag's power. She was almost sorry to see them go; her sleep had been littered with nightmares for as long as she could remember, and the Stag dreams spared her from that somewhat. That particular nightmare featured an old favourite; being in a dark hole underground, hunted by those above her. Tossing and turning, her childhood fears morphed into the deck of a ship on the True Sea - or what she imagined a ship on the True Sea would look like, seeing as she had never seen the ocean in person - looking over a railing into the churning waves below. The sea here was wild, grey and cold, nothing like the smooth blue expanse she had imagined before. The sky matched, stormy and tumultuous.

But something was down there beneath the waves. Something enormous, primeval, a dark shape stirring under their ship. A sharp fin crested the surface of the water, white irridescent scales tipped with gold. And then the creature reared abruptly out of the water, impossibly huge and saints it was beautiful. Twice the height of the ship's mast, the sea dragon - something only spoken of in legends - arched its long neck and loomed over her, baring rows and rows of teeth as long as her arm. Its body was pearly white, a crest of gold running down its head and spine. The creature's fins flared as it settled in the water, almost like wings.

Alina met its red eyes, impossibly drawn to it, the same way as she had been to the Stag. Both were ancient, and incredibly powerful. But where the Stag was serene, otherworldly yet somehow comforting, fitting the frozen, icily beautiful surroundings of the Permafrost, this dragon - Rusalye, her mind whispered - was as wild, untameable and fierce as a storm at sea. And it was calling to her.

"Rusalye? Is that your name?" She said into the void. "I already have an amplifier. I don't need you. I can't have you. I have all the power I'd ever need,"

The creature snorted, almost dismissively, lowering its head even closer to her, its eyes fixing her in place.

"What does that mean? That I can have more than one? That you want me to come and find you? Why would you want that?"

She was not going to get her answer, however, as Rusalye drew back and crashed back into the sea, and Alina woke with a jolt.

"Nikolai," She shook the former prince awake; they had made camp on the forest floor that night, as there wasn't an inn for countless leagues. Nikolai happened to be sleeping beside her that night.

"Alina?" He blinked his eyes blearily open. "Did you require my charming presence so urgently you could not wait until morning?"

"Yes," She told him what she had seen in her dream, and he soon shook off the veil of sleep, listening intently. Viktor was awake for her turn of keeping watch, and listened too from across the embers of their dying fire.

"Rusalye is a legendary sea dragon," Nikolai said, keeping his voice down as the others still slept. "Sightings have been reported for centuries, but were always brushed off as sailor's talk," He grinned. "But the Stag was a legend until we found it. And I am more than happy to offer my services - and, more importantly, my ship - to chase after another mythical creature,"

"And we'd follow you happily," Viktor said, speaking for the sleeping others with full confidence. "But can do you have another amplifier? Do you even want one?" 

"I don't think Morozov's amplifiers work by normal rules. It's worth a shot. As for do I want another one... With the Stag, I'm his equal. With Rusalye - " 

She broke off, the thought more than she could comprehend. It was impossible, forbidden, the idea of being more powerful than Aleksander. Her whole life, she was a thorn in his side, an emotional weakness, just strong enough to occupy him. Being his equal was a strange enough thought, but beating him? Having an edge, swallowing his darkness with her light, being able to bring him to his knees with raw power? It was unthinkable. And, now it was within reach, an incredibly attractive prospect. 

Alina smiled. "Yes, I really do want it,"

*

They broke the news to the others the next day, none of whom had any objections to another potential wild goose chase. 

"Sounds good to me," Nina grinned. "Hunt a dragon, sail across the sea, visit Novyi Zem and the Southern Colonies. That was our plan anyway, just with a detour,"

Mal was quite certain he could find Rusalye, same as he found the Stag.

"But you've never tracked anything at sea before, so how can you be so certain?" Nikolai asked, curious. 

Mal shrugged. "I can find anything if I want to,"

"How many of these legendary amplifiers did Ilya Morozov make?" Kasper asked, before Zoya could voice her skepticism at Mal's claim. "Are we going to be chasing a unicorn across the plains of Novyi Zem once we've found this sea dragon? Or a swamp monster through the Wandering Isle?"

That drew a few laughs, and Alina was about to say that two legendary amplifiers was more than enough - they did not even know for sure if she could have more than one - but Katya got there first.

"He made three," 

"How do you know?" Zoya asked, surprised.

"It's in the Lives of Saints,"

"Where?" Alina was incredulous.

"It's not spelled out word for word," Katya scoffed. "Alina, surely you of all people know this,"

"I haven't read that book since I was ten," Alina said. "And it traumatised me so much that the Darkling banned Konstantin from letting me read anything of the sort. Not that I wanted to,"

"But threatening to enslave you when you were fifteen, taking you to an active warzone when you were sixteen and sleeping with you when you were seventeen was all fine?" Viktor suggested innocently.

She rolled her eyes, not having anything to clap back with. 

"Anyway," Katya continued pointedly. "It's in the illustration of Sankt Ilya in Chains,"

Alina's blood ran cold. How did she know that?

"Sankt Ilya isn't the same as Ilya Morozov, surely," Nikolai frowned. "It's a common name,"

"I didn't think they were the same person until Alina told me about her weird dreams," Katya shrugged. "But Sankt Ilya is surrounded by a Stag, a Sea Dragon and a Firebird. If Morozov made the Stag and the Dragon into amplifiers, then it's not so much of a stretch that he also made the Firebird into one too,"

Alina relaxed slightly. "They are the same person - Baghra told me when I first mentioned amplifiers, her father did a lot of research on them," Not technically a lie. "I hadn't made the link to any other legendary amplifiers, though. I thought it was just the Stag,"

"Sankt Ilya was Grisha?" Viktor sounded astonished.

"They were all Grisha," Zoya said.

"Yeah, but the Bonesmith is a saint?"

"So is Alina, to lots of people - the church cannot be overly particular," Nikolai said, and Alina laughed loudly. Even Zoya couldn't hold back a smirk, despite the frequent target of her irritation having made the joke.

Of course, it was too much to ask that they made it from the Permafrost to the port city of Arkesk in West Ravka without running into trouble. Any sane group would have attempted to minimise their time in Fjerda, but the Grisha in this group were well-used to skirmishing with the Druskelle and saw it as a continuation of their mission years ago, rescuing any captured Grisha they came across and killing their captors. They had all improved in not only skill level but also military effectiveness and battlefield discipline since then, and made quick work of most groups unfortunate enough to run into them. Even hunted a few, if there were reports of captured Grisha in their midst.

No matter how good they might be, however, there was always the potential to get unlucky. Alina's blood was singing as she Cut through a Druskelle attempting to shoot Nina in the back of the head. She did not see the bullet headed for her own skull, and the gunshot was practically background noise; all she felt was Mal throwing himself at her, sending them both crashing painfully to the forest floor.

For a second, she was in the courtyard of the Grand Palace, her father's blood and brains and bone all over her skirts. Lying winded underneath what felt like a corpse's deadweight, Alina, to her shame, panicked.

"Mal," Her hands were grasping at his face, his neck, palms coming away sticky with blood. The Druskelle knew enough about fighting Grisha to aim for the head, hands or neck. She struggled to take in a breath as all the air had been knocked out of her in the fall. "No, no, no, Mal, please be alright, please, I can't do this again, Mal - "

"Alina, I'm fine!" He caught her flailing hands, shifting his weight off her as their friends finished off the few remaining Druskelle around them. 

"But you're bleeding,"

"You're glowing," He eyed her warily. "You need to calm down. It's just a graze, trust me, I'm fine. I'd be dead already if it hit anything vital. Kasper will heal it with a wave of his hands,"

She couldn't even begin to explain that this was exactly how her father had died, which was why she had panicked, and didn't want to. But - glowing? Alina looked at her hands, still caught in his grasp. He was right.

"Shit," Mal said suddenly, letting go and falling back onto his heels. "You're touching me,"

Alina snatched her hands away as though stung, but it was too late for that. "I didn't die. Or break the Stag amplifier," 

A slow smile spread across his face. "Try again," 

"What are you doing?" Zoya asked sharply, looming over Mal's shoulder. 

Alina was still on her back on the ground, feeling a strange sensation wash through her as she held Mal's hand. As Mal tried to justify to Zoya why they were taking such a risk, she ignored them all entirely, as a startling realisation hit her. The pull was weak, but familiar, and most definitely there, in a way that felt different to Aleksander or any of the other human amplifiers she had come in contact with over the years. A way that felt similar to the Stag, and the shade of Rusalye in her dream. She had never noticed it before because she had little to compare it to, but now it was unmistakable.

Baghra's words from before she left Os Alta came back to her, how Ilya Morozov had brought his younger daughter back to life with a finger bone and merzost, the same way he had created his legendary amplifiers. 

"And for the love of the saints, Alina, sit up would you - ?"

"You don't happen to have had anyone in your family with the surname Kamenev, do you?" She sat up like the undead rising, interrupting Zoya mid-rant. She hoped Mal's answer would be no.

"Yes," Mal replied, somewhat puzzled at the question though glad for the reprieve. "My grandmother's maiden name was Kameneva - you know, the scary one who died when we were seven. She hated my grandfather and wanted everyone to call her by her father's name, not Oretseva. Why?"

"Did she have any siblings?"

"No, she was an only child. So was her father, if I'm remembering right. It ran in the family, I remember her grumbling,"

"Saints," Alina laughed weakly, which made everyone look a lot more concerned.

"What is it?" Mal asked, alarmed.

She realised then exactly what they did not know. "Don't ask me how I know this - I can't tell you,"

"Ominous," Viktor said, earning a kick from Katya.

Alina took a breath. "You already know that Ilya Morozov was the Bonesmith. Morozov had two daughters, when he finally settled down in the Dva Stolba valley,"

"Oh, saints," Mal clocked where this was going. Some of it, anyway. The full truth was even worse.

She continued. "The younger daughter was otkazat'sya. The elder was born of merzost, and as a result could summon shadows, a power that had never been seen before,"

"The Darkling's ancestor?" Nikolai asked with keen attention.

"I suppose she must've been," She swallowed, not wanting to tell them exactly how old Aleksander was, or his relation to Baghra. "One day, the two young daughters argued. The elder was not in control of her powers, and in her childish anger, lashed out and cut her sister in half. Morozov was heartbroken. He used his finger bone and merzost to bring his younger daughter back to life,"

"The same way he made the amplifiers," Katya noted.

Alina nodded. "Yeah, that's quite crucial. But the villagers had seen Ilya Morozov ressurrect his daughter, and drowned them both in the river for witchcraft. His wife and elder daughter were driven from the village - like you said, the shadow summoner probably had a child, the start of the Darkling's line," It was far too easy to lie to her friends, even if this was more a lie of omission. "Morozov died, but the younger daughter washed up further down the shore. She also had a child, after marrying a man named Kamenev," A glance at Mal. "And lived and died an ordinary life. But she had been brought back from death with the same magic - yes, Zoya, magic not Small Science - that Morozov used to create his amplifiers. I - I never realised til now but I think she must have become the third one, not the Firebird. It was passed down in her blood, through the generations, hundreds and hundreds of years. The last Kamenev married your grandfather, Mal, and the amplifer must've passed to the Oretsevs,"

All eyes were on him.

"That makes you the last direct descendant of Ilya Morozov's younger daughter," Nikolai said.

"And probably the Darkling's distant cousin," Nina wrinkled her nose. 

Zoya added, cattily, "I don't see the resemblence," then continued. "You're also the third of his legendary amplifiers. Not the Firebird,"

A heavy silence followed that.

"Does that mean you want one of my fingers?" Mal smiled nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

"A back tooth, perhaps?" Viktor suggested.

"Don't even joke," Alina snapped, twisting the ring on her thumb. "Of course I don't,"

"We could do it painlessly," Nina said, glancing at Kasper.

He hesitated. "We could, if you really wanted to. If it would even work,"

"No!" Alina exclaimed as Mal's eyes widened. "That's not the point! I don't even need it, I'm not having you sacrifice a body part,"

"Couldn't I give up my power like the Stag did?" Mal asked, looking disturbed by the whole thing. "It chose you, so why can't I?" 

"If you can shed a bone at will, then do let me know," She said flatly. "I say we forget this ever happened and take it as a blessing that we don't have to trawl the Shu border looking for the Firebird. We should just continue as before,"

"Yes," Nikolai beamed. "Hunting the wild sea dragon that is certainly not vicious in any way,"

Alina did not laugh. "Word of this does not leave the eight of us," She said in a flat tone. "We shouldn't even speak about it between each other after leaving this clearing. If anyone - one person in particular - finds out about Mal, the consequences will be fucking horrible,"

"Of course we won't," Kasper said, a sentiment which was echoed by the others.

*

By the time they made it to the coast, Alina having escorted them through a narrow part of the Fold on foot, the seasons had changed. It was now autumn, and the weather was getting colder and more wild. None of them but Nikolai had ever seen the sea before, all of them having grown up in East Ravka, and for Alina at least, it was a revelation; vast and fathomless, bringing with it the call of adventure.

The Volkvolny was the flagship of Nikolai's fleet, a sleek schooner stolen from a Zemeni pirate and altered to its new captain's liking. It was waiting for them in the harbour by the time they arrived in the port town of Arkesk. Viktor, Mal and Kasper slept in hammocks with the other male members of the crew on the berth deck, whilst Alina, Zoya, Katya and Nina were given a small cabin to share. The three masts gave the Volkvolny incredible speed, particularly coupled with the Squallers blowing air into the sails, and its dark hull cut silently through the water faster than Alina could have imagined possible. 

There were many Grisha here, at least a third of the crew. Corporalki - including Tolya and Tamar, who she had met in Os Alta - Etherialki and Materialki, none of them segregated from the otkazat'sya, equal in rank. There were more men than there were women, but far more women than was typical on a ship's crew (which was zero). Alina and her friends fell in easily with them; no one was overly impressed at her being the Sun Summoner beyond mild curiosity, thank the saints, and she put herself to work just like they all did. There were clearly a few of the crew that did worship the Ravkan saints, and she caught some of their lingering looks, but no one overstepped, no doubt on Nikolai's orders. Or perhaps they were just decent people who knew how to respect someone else's personal space.

She had never seen her friend more in his element than as captain of that ship, and told him so. "You'd have hated being King," Alina leaned against the rail, hair blowing in the autumn winds that had been picking up since they left Ravka. "Just as much as I'd have hated being Queen,"

Nikolai smiled ruefully, leaning next to her. "Perhaps. It would have gotten dreadfully dull,"

"It feels more alive, being out here," She looked over the sea. "Os Alta seems so stifling in comparison,"

He no doubt knew that only too well. "I knew you'd like it. These past months, you've looked as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders,"

"It has," She said. "Now I don't have to do anything I don't want to. I don't have to pretend, don't have a character to play. Your crew don't really care who I am - if they do, they keep it to themselves - and it's wonderful. I haven't had that since I was nine years old. I suppose you'd understand that, having grown up a Prince. Probably one of the only ones who can,"

"Yes, the situations were similar, I suppose," He replied. "On one hand, the Darkling kept you sheltered as much as possible from court - a respite I rarely, if ever, got. But on the other hand, you were not sheltered at all from him. And the occasions you did end up in court... the fervour people have for a second-born prince is nothing compared to the fervour they have for a saint,"

"It's no wonder we ended up here," She laughed. "It feels like the edge of the world," Alina was distracted from the conversation, noticing a certain dark-haired squaller's eyes were lingering on one of them in particular from where she stood manning the sails. Zoya quickly looked away with a glare when she realised Alina had seen her. "Tell me, what do you think of Zoya?" Alina asked the former prince, a teasing note to her voice.

"Why, she's a powerful squaller, a strong character and I think she will make a formidable leader within the Second Army one day, if not of it," He said with an unabashed charm, knowing exactly what she was asking and playing it off; he would speak of most people like that. "It's almost endearing, the way she loves to tear my every word to shreds,"

"Hm," Alina said, smiling, taking her leave of Nikolai after a few moments and sauntering past Zoya on her way to dinner. Under her breath, so only her friend could hear, she put on an absurd high-pitched, overly feminine voice. "Oh Nikolai, you're so handsome standing there with the wind in your hair," The look Zoya gave her was fit to kill. "Oh Nikolai, I know you're not a prince anymore, but please, shove me against the captain's door and ravish my - "

She broke off with a choked gurgle as Zoya's hand flew out and grabbed her by the throat with a well-practiced hand, squeezing none-too-gently. "One more word, you insufferable little shit, and Sun Summoner or not, I will throw you overboard by your neck,"

Without Zoya's summoning, the ship's speed decreased dramatically. Nikolai, of course, felt the Volkvolny lurch, raising an eyebrow in their direction, as did the other Squaller on duty. It was a struggle, to laugh whilst her airway was partially restricted, but Alina managed it nonetheless. The noise was somewhat hideous, but even Zoya's lips twitched and she released her. 

Alina stepped well out of reach before speaking. "Now I'm wondering if it's me you want instead," She batted her eyelashes.

"Only a degenerate like you would take someone grabbing you by the throat as a sign of romantic interest," Her friend was shorter than her by an inch but managed to look down her nose at Alina anyway. 

"But you did it with love," She said, smirking, then became slightly more earnest. "If you want to fuck him, you need only ask. You're beautiful, and he's definitely noticed,"

"I don't just - " Zoya broke off, realising what she'd admitted. Alina's eyes widened in delight and she opened her mouth but her friend's glare cut her off. "Not a word,"

"Fine," She said, grinning. "I'll leave you and your painfully sweet thoughts to yourself,"

With that, she left the half-amused, half-enraged girl to her work. Zoya had been put to work with the other Squallers, who were on shifts powering the sails. Katya was helping the Fabrikators on the crew with repairs and such like. There was only one other Healer on board, who had eagerly enlisted Kasper and his Little Palace education to share potentially lifesaving knowledge. Meanwhile the others (including Alina) were doing more general tasks to upkeep the ship; there wasn't much use for a Heartrender, Inferni or Sun Summoner's talents on a daily basis. Mal, however, spent his days at the wheel with the navigator and the captain, directing their course, because of course he knew exactly where to go. 

As the days went on, the temperature grew colder, as the seas became wilder and darker.

"We're nearing the Bone Road," Nikolai said over dinner one evening. The ship was lurching from side to side with the choppy waves; a storm was brewing, making the lanterns flicker and the light even more dim. Alina would have lit up the place herself, but did not want her role on the ship to be as an overpowered lantern.

"What's that?" Viktor asked through a mouthful of food.

"An uninhabited, rocky archipelago in the north of the True Sea," Kasper said, as though from a textbook. "Didn't you listen at all in geography lessons?"

"No?" Viktor said like it was obvious. Perhaps it was.

"Why is it called the Bone Road?" Alina said. "I didn't listen either, apparently,"

Nikolai grinned ghoulishly. "For all the hundreds of ships that have been wrecked there,"

"Oh, perfect," Nina said with no small amount of sarcasm. "Is that from the rocks, terrible weather, or the sea dragon lurking there that we have to hunt?"

"Both," He said, preening. "Luckily, though, you have an expertly skilled captain who can easily navigate us through these dangerous waters without a hitch. The crew have nothing to do with it, of course,"

"Famous last words," Katya said, somewhat gloomy. 

The weather reached a peak the next day. A storm at sea, Alina found, was entirely different to a storm on land. Terrifying, exhilirating and exhausting all at once. The sky was a moody shade of grey-black, rain pouring relentlessly from the heavens as a savage wind tore through the masts. The sea churned beneath them, wild and unforgiving. Nikolai, to his credit, was an excellent captain and skilled seaman, however if not for the Squallers and Tidemakers on board, the Volkvolny would likely have been lost. They passed many other carcasses of ships, dashed on the sharp crags of rock off the islands, impaled on a past wreck, or simply torn apart by the elements.

"Alina!" Mal's loud shout tore through the howling wind and she left her post to hurry over, careful to always be near something to grab in case a stray wave tossed her over the side. Nikolai was at the wheel, an adrenaline-filled grin on his face as he fought to keep the ship from disaster. "It's here!"

The words sent a thrill through her, even as she had to hold onto the ship to avoid being thrown around like a rag doll. Her clothes were hanging from her, sodden and cold, her hair plastered to her forehead. "What, right here? I can't see anything," Her eyes keenly searched the waves but could pick out nothing. Mal was right, however, there was a call coming from somewhere.

"Neither can I," Nikolai said. "Oretsev, are you sure - "

Something erupted from the surface of the waves in a spray of salt water that soaked the deck even more. Something vast, ancient and powerful. A cry went up from the crew as Rusalye reared up beside the Volkvolny, creating a swell in the waves that rocked them from side to side even more violently than the storm. The creature's jaw opened, revealing rows upon rows of lethal-looking fangs, and it let out a primeval roar that seemed to shake the sky itself. Red eyes, just like in her dreams, narrowed on the crew, and her friends, below as though eyeing up a feast.

There were countless people between her and that monster. Alina reacted without thinking. She vaulted over the gallery and raced to to the prow of the ship, shoving everyone else behind her, a golden shield forming in her wake.

"No," She screamed up at the sea dragon as it loomed high above her. "You do not touch them,"

The creature's focus landed on her. It was as beautiful as it was horrifying, beyond any man's control, and she suddenly felt a certain kinship. Alina was on the wrong side of the shield, utterly fearless in the face of this ancient monster, facing it without regard for herself. Perhaps it was that act that proved her worthy, whereas her mercy had proved it for the Stag. Rusalye lowered its head to her, and she could smell its hot, fetid breath, see the grisly remains of its last meal caught between its teeth. Hopefully that was a whale, not a man, she found herself thinking absurdly.

"Rusalye. You called me here," Alina yelled over the wild weather, breathing heavily. "Why? You want to eat a ship full of people? Or do you want to be rid of something? The amplifier that has burdened you for centuries?"

A low rumbling sound echoed in the creature's throat. Something fell out of its mouth, landing on the deck in front of her.

"Is that - ?" She bent to pick up the shedded fang so it didn't get swept away, forgetting, for a foolish moment, exactly what that would entail and realising at the last second that she would have to prepare to hold back. Fucking hells... Alina battled the rush of power that came from touching the fang with bare hands; it wasn't so much that she couldn't control it, more that she had to convince herself that she wanted to. No more, after this. No one in the world should have the power she now held, let alone any more. The third amplifier would stay apart from her forever. Even if it hadn't been Mal, it seemed too much like tempting fate. If she lusted after more power considering what she now possessed, she would make Aleksander's greed seem paltry in comparison. 

Rusalye reared up to its full height, letting out another eerie, ear-splitting shriek as Alina released her built-up power away from the ship, exploding into the sky in a flash that must have been visible from hundreds of miles away even through the storm cloud. A flash that could level forests, mountains... cities. 

The sky cleared of clouds above them, blue peaking through; she had created an eye of the storm. The abrupt change was jarring, leaving them all stood there panting in the sunlight on the soaked deck that was swiftly drying, water evaporating in clouds of steam under the heat. The sea dragon crashed back into the waves as she stood there, stunned, letting the shield behind her drop.

As the Squallers and Tidemakers fought to keep the ship from capsizing in the swell, Katya was at her side first, taking the fang without question and fashioning it into another ring that fit the middle finger of her left hand. Alina now wore three rings of bone; two of them the most powerful amplifiers the world had ever seen, one of them her own finger.

"Well," Nikolai said in a mild tone that disregarded what they had just borne witness to. "Ravka no longer needs the Fold as a weapon of mass destruction,"

"No," Zoya said in rare agreement with him. "But the Darkling does,"

"On our way back home," Alina said, somewhat shaky from adrenaline and the promise of power still rushing through her. "I'm widening the middle. A hundred miles. The threat of it can stay near the borders to warn the Fjerdans and the Shu, but the Fold has plagued Ravka long enough," Estimates put the Fold at six hundred miles from end to end. That would open up the line between east and west considerably.

"Are we going home?" Viktor asked, curious. "I don't know if I want to, just yet,"

"I certainly don't," Nina said. The others made noises of agreement.

"I suppose if I'm back within a year or two, I still have time to advance in the Second Army," Zoya considered. "Fine, yes,"

"I don't want to go back either," Alina smiled. "Nikolai - where do you recommend?"

*

I know Rusalye is the Sea Whip not the Sea Dragon in canon but this is my story and Sea Dragon sounded better to me. Also, I think I accidentally made Rusalye a lot bigger than it is in canon seeing as they killed it with a harpoon and hauled it on deck without sinking the ship. So now Alina has two of Morozov's amplifiers and knows that Mal is the third - in terms of Aleksander's power, I would say the Stag made her as powerful as him, and Rusalye made her more powerful. An interesting dynamic that will be if she ever returns to Os Alta. How am I doing with Nikolai and Zoya? I love them as a couple but obviously Alina is not involved in their inner thoughts or private interactions so I wanted to portray it from a secondary perspective. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know what you think in the comments!