"T-Thanks for walking me home, Bronze." Lyra sniffled as she pushed the door of her home open. "I-I just can't believe he's gone..."

"I know how you feel, Lyra. I wish I could take away that pain..." Bronze laid a hoof on the mare's shoulder, causing her to pause.

Lyra turned and looked the stallion in the eye, her golden eyes glistening. "Bronze?"

"Yeah?"

"Why… Why do you seem so troubled by this?" she lowered a brow, "I-I thought you two didn’t exactly see eye to eye?"

Bronze reared back slightly, but quickly regained his composure. "W-Well... I guess we did get off on the wrong hoof."

"Yeah," Lyra sighed and hung her head, a tear falling to the snow. "I guess so. By Celestia, I miss him... I just... C-Can't believe he's gone..."

Something Pin Stripe had said back in the pub suddenly rang across Bronze's mind; "Is that all you care about?"

The more Bronze realized his own situation, the more Pin Stripe's words ate at him; until finally, a genuine feeling of understanding and sympathy hit the pegasus like a freight train. Bronze bit his bottom lip and shuffled a hoof in the thin layer of snow on the doorstep.

"I-I should be getting back... I really shouldn't have done this..."

Lyra perked her head up, looking the stallion in the eye. "D-Done what?"

Bronze put his hoof to his face and turned way towards the streets. "Just... Just forget it. I'm sorry. Have a good night, Lyra."

"Bronze..." Lyra placed a hoof on the pegasus's shoulder before he managed to get a hoof away, turning him around gently towards herself. She locked eyes with him for a moment, then threw her hooves around him.

The sudden affection caused Bronze's wings to flare out. After a moment of hesitation, he awkwardly wrapped one of his own hooves around her.

Lyra backed herself from the embrace and locked her teary eyes on the stallion. "W-Would I be asking much if... I asked you to come in?"

Bronze nervously bit his bottom lip and reared back slightly as his desire for revenge battled with his newly found understanding and sympathy. "Uhh..."

"P-Please, Bronze. I just really need somepony to talk to..."

"I really better n--Alright." Bronze hung his head as he gave in, following the mint-green unicorn into her cottage.

Lyra’s home was quaint, but comfortable. She led the stallion to the dimly lit kitchen, and offered him a seat at the oak table in the center of the room.

Bronze hesitantly accepted, and took a seat.

“May I get you anything to drink?”

“Uh, just water would be fine, thanks.”

With a nod of her head, she left the kitchen leaving Bronze to himself.

Bronze let out a sigh, and rubbed the side of his head with a hoof. “Celestia, what am I doing... Ah well, can’t say I’m going to complain, just can’t let myself think about—”

After a moment, Lyra returned carrying two glasses of water with her magic. She took the seat opposite sides of the table from Bronze. She set a glass before herself and the other before him.

“Have you ever lost anypony close to you Bronze?” Her ears softly folded against the back of her head as she tilted the glass of water up to her lips, keeping her sorrowful, tired eyes on the stallion.

Bronze had to think hard for a moment. “Well, I barely remember my father. He left when I was just a little colt.”

Lyra set down the glass. “How old were you?”

“I think I was about four... As surprising as it is, I actually remember the day he left pretty vividly; but, I don’t even remember his name.” Bronze took a swig from his glass, gulping hard and setting the glass back onto the top of the table. “Sorry if it seems like I’m trying to make this about me. I’ve just never really talked to anyone other than Pin Stripe about this; and that was a long time ago...”

Lyra raised her hoof, “No, no, it’s ok. It’s helping me take my mind off... Well, you know...” She lowered her head sorrowfully. “I-If you want, you could talk about it with me; I wouldn’t mind listening.”

Bronze cringed a bit. “Y-You sure about that?”

Lyra nodded. “It’ll help.”

Bronze took a deep breath. “Ok, if you really think so, I guess I could.”

7:26 A.M., May 29th, Year of Sol 998

The morning sun was shining in through the window, flooding the bedroom with its morning rays. Not a sound was heard, other than the scratching of the pencil held in the mouth of a young, orange, pegasus colt scribbling out a picture on a piece of paper. He was laying on his bed, deeply entranced in his drawing.

A knocking at the bedroom door caused the young colt to drop his pencil, and looked up to the stallion standing in his doorway.

“Hey kiddo!”

“Morning, dad!”

The colt hopped down from his bed and opened his little wings, jump-tackling his father; ending up with the both of them on the ground.

“Jeez, Bronze! You’re getting big!”

The little Pegasus giggled as he freed his father from the hug and got back to his hooves. “Am I big enough to come to the shop with you and Grandpa?”

“Hmm,” the fire-red stallion peered down at his son with a hoof to his chin, “I don’t know...”

“Aww... But, dad!” Bronze whined at his father’s hooves.

The stallion chuckled. “Alright, go ask your mother. It’s fine with me as long as she says so!”

“Really?!” In a flash, the pegasus took off out of his room, and flew into the master bedroom, where his mother still lied in bed.

The stallion watched as Bronze jumped up onto his mother’s bed. “Heh, kids...” He smiled and shook his head.

Bronze didn’t even hold back. He hopped onto the bed and jumped repeatedly until his mother woke up.

“Yes, Bronze?” His mother asked flatly, being barely audible as she remained still with her head half in her pillow.

“Can I go with dad to the shop today? Please? Please? PLEEEEASE?” The little colt stopped his pouncing about, and pleaded his mother.

“Did you ask your father?”

“Yup I did! So can I? Please?!”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Yaay!” Bronze cheered and jumped up from the bed, his little wings flapping away.

“But for the love of Celestia, BE SAFE. You hear me?” Bronze’s mother leant up from her pillow, holding the little colt in her hooves.

“I will!”

A short time later, Bronze and his father left their small home for the streets of town, and arrived at the shop. The entire trip, Bronze chatted up a storm; anything from what his father and grandpa would be working on, to what he could do to help. Nearly every question Bronze had was answered with a “We’ll see,” or an “It’s a surprise.” The eager colt could barely contain himself.

The building was a bit run down, as the light tan paint that matched nearly all the buildings in town was faded and peeling from the wooden siding. A sign read ‘Forge & Scrap’s’ above the front door.

“Is this it?” The young colt asked, peering up at his father.

“This is it!” The red stallion wore a prideful grin on his face, “Hey, want to know a secret?”

Bronze gasped, “Yes!”

The stallion chuckled. “One day, this will all be yours.”

“REALLY!?” Bronze nearly exploded from excitement.

Bronze’s father opened the front door with his magic, “Go ahead, kiddo!” His father offered the way in.

Bronze darted into the door; much to his surprise, when he entered, he was faced with another colt about the same size and age.

This caught Bronze by surprise, “Whoa!” he had to stop himself mid-air to prevent himself from crashing into the colt.

The other pony seemed a bit shy, and he cowered a bit behind one of his hooves as the soft gust from Bronze’s wings passed over his tan fur and his short spiky blue mane.

Bronze of course was way too excited to pass up an opportunity to make a friend; he stepped closer to the colt, and circled around him.

“What’s your name?” Bronze asked, looking into the colt’s face.

“Um, I’m...”

“Um I’m? That’s a silly name!” Bronze reared back a bit, giggling as he took a seat. “My name’s Bronze!”

“No, uh...” The little colt shook his head, “My name’s Pin Stripe!”

“Cool! Want to be friends?” Bronze stuck out his hoof.

“Okay!” A short grin grew across the little brown colt’s face and his green eyes glistened as he accepted Bronze’s hoof.

The red stallion chuckled as he trotted into the shop. “Making friends already, huh Bronze?”

“Yup! This is Pin Stripe!”

“Of course, Scrap’s Grandson.” The red stallion smiled wide as he leant up against a workbench next to the door. “Where is your Grandfather, Pin Stripe?”

“Um, he’s in the back with Mr. Forge.” The little colt pointed a hoof towards the back of the facility, past the various racks of metal pipes, stacks of machining equipment and various tools that crowded the shop.

“Thanks, kid! Well, how about you two get to know each other? It’ll be a few minutes before we may need your help anyways.”

Bronze and Pin Stripe exchanged glances.

“Sure!”

“Ok!”

“Great. I’ll call you two over when we’re ready!” The red stallion smiled and picked up a brown book from the workbench next to the door in a fiery-red aura of his magic, and trotted towards the back of the shop...

A knock on Lyra’s door completely broke both Lyra and Bronze from the story.

Lyra looked over with a confused face to the orange pegasus seated across the table from herself, “Now who would be coming around here at this hour?”

Bronze shook his head and shrugged.

Lyra picked herself up from the table, and trotted towards the door. In a golden aura, she swung the door open, revealing a brown stallion with a spiky blue mane.

“Pin Stripe? What are you doing here at this hour?”

Pin sighed, “Sorry for the time of hour, Lyra. Is Bronze here?”

Lyra reared back a bit, “U-Uh, yeah.”

Bronze himself got up from the table and trotted towards the door.

Pin Stripe scowled from outside of the door. “Bronze, let’s go. You can’t be here.”

Bronze grumbled and shook his head. “He’s right, Lyra. I better go.”

“B-But your story!”

“I’ll have to tell you more some other time...” Bronze trotted past the confused green unicorn and left her cottage. Before he was off the doorstep he looked back to the mare standing just inside. “I’ll see you around, Lyra.”

Bronze trotted next to Pin Stripe down the dark, lamp-lit streets in silence for a few moments, until Pin couldn’t bite his tongue any longer. He stuck out a hoof, halting the pegasus trotting next to him.

“Bronze, what the hay are you trying to prove?”

“Pin, I wasn’t going to try anything on her. As much as I’d like to get some payback—”

“Ok, stop right there. You don’t need any payback. Sorry to say this pal, but you had it coming. You can’t go around treating everypony like trash! No matter how much you think you need to get even with somepony, you just can’t do this.”

Bronze scoffed. “Dude, please.”

“Bronze, no. Listen to me. Acting the way you do, especially towards mares is disgusting. I can’t believe you lied to Lyra like that! If I wasn’t a better pony, I’d kick your flank for that. You really hurt her!”

“So what?” Bronze rolled his eyes.

Pin Stripe sighed sharply, stopping himself from gritting his teeth in frustration. “How would you feel if I went back to Lyra’s and let her know you straight up lied to her face?”

Bronze grumbled in frustration and flared his wings. “Do it. See if I care.” He took off from the streets, leaving Pin Stripe in the light of the streetlamps.

Pin called out to him, “Bronze, one of these days, Karma is going to bite you in the flank, and you’re going to regret the way you act!”

I tried to squirm free, but the huge creature pinned me down with even more force. It was crushing my ribcage. I couldn't escape. This was it.

The monster leant down and opened his jaws over my head.

I braced myself for it; for the horrible, painful end.

It never came.

In a streak of orange-red light, a ball of molten metal roughly the size of a baseball struck the creature just above the shoulder. Molten slag was sent in all directions, and the beast instantly burst into flames.

It released its crushing grip onto my chest, and fell back into the snow. I was free, but I could barely move; the sudden relief of the crushing mass on my chest left me completely winded and dazed.

The creature retreated back several feet and rolled around in the snow in attempt to extinguish itself; I could only watch my pitiful margin for escape disappear with every failed attempt to get myself back to my hooves.

A red hoof was extended in front of my view.

“Get up, ya dolt!” Alloy forcefully nudged me to my shaky hooves.

I was completely dazed. I could hardly make out what was happening at this point. My ringing ears and my fight to find my breath kept me distracted from anything the old stallion was trying to say, or get me to do.

"What the hay are you doing?" With both his hooves, Alloy shook my face. "Move it, kid!"

He took back off into the storm, leaving me behind. I tried to hold myself on my hooves as I tried to catch my breath. My chest felt like I was being crushed in a vice, and I could hardly breathe; let alone run after Alloy. Every subtle movement I made felt like a punch in the gut.

"Block out the pain. C’mon... Move your ass, Strach!"

I took a step, and another. Just two steps felt like I had run a marathon. I took another, and another.

“C-C’mon!”

I kept my eyes clenched to the blowing wind and snow, and gritted my teeth to the pain in my chest with every step I took.

After a few moments, Alloy emerged out of the storm ahead of me and rejoined my side. “That’s it kid, let’s get out of here! Not too much farther!”

How Alloy knew the way back through this storm is something that I will never come to comprehend; I could barely see my own hoof in front of my face, let alone have a sense of direction through the storm.

The faint glow of the small fire burning in the cave flickered into view; it wasn't far now. We were finally on the home stretch to the safety of the cave.

“Just a few more steps, kid... Just a few more steps. That’s it.”

The cave at last... I let myself fall to the warm rock floor near the small crackling fire in the center of the cave, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

“T-Thanks, Alloy.”

The old stallion just took a quick look at me and gave me a short smile, trotting back near the mouth of the cave to peer out into the storm. A definite ‘you’re damn welcome’ if I’ve ever seen one.

A few moments passed without a word. All that was heard was the crackling of the small fire, and the sound of the blowing wind from outside the cave.

Suddenly, an extremely loud, low howl echoed through the cave, causing the ground to shake.

It happened almost too quickly to comprehend; before I could react, a large U-shaped stalactite fell from the cavern ceiling, and crashed into the cavern floor, pinning me down across my back. Squirming free was no use; all I could do was watch...

In unfathomable speed, the wooden beast charged in through the mouth of the cave, and tackled the aging red stallion.

“Alloy, no!”

I tried my hardest to squirm free despite how much more it hurt my already aching body. It was a completely futile gesture; the fallen rock formation weighed a lot more than I could hope to move on my own, with or without magic.

The monster trashed the cave in its attack; Alloy’s belongings, along with all of his life’s work was toppled over and thrown about the cave.

Alloy was beaten around like a rag doll, yet, he still chose not to give in to a fight he had no chance of possibly winning without help. The old stallion had a lot of fight left in him; he squirmed and bucked, trying to hold the upper hoof on the creature.

With any attempt to break myself free out the window, I could only try to, at least, gain the monster’s attention.

“Hey! HEY!”

I hollered at the top of my lungs, and my own voice burned my throat.

“HEY!!!”

It was paying me absolutely no mind at all. I had a front row seat of a situation I was absolutely powerless over.

I had to think of something. I had to!

“C’mon!”

The creature roared as it struggled with Alloy, causing the ground to shake. More debris fell from the ceiling and crashed to the floor.

I looked to the roof of the cave. Thousands of stalactites hung directly above where the creature was standing.

This was my only hope to try and buy Alloy some time...

My horn began to glow a faint blue, and I tried to break off one of the sharp pieces of rock hanging down from the ceiling.

I strained and strained, to no avail. Just as I was about to give in, one finally broke loose.

I watched as the piece of rock fell from the roof, just missing the creature’s head.

“Fuck!”

The creature then immediately stopped its grudge match with Alloy, and peered directly at me with its glowing green eyes.

“YA! COME HERE!”

It was just enough time for Alloy to break free of the creatures grip, but he didn’t get far and he didn’t go unnoticed. The beast’s attention was soon gone from me as if I had never existed. Its focus was back on Alloy, struggling to limp his way out of the clutches of the beast.

The monster swung his claw and connected with Alloy's body. He was sent careening several feet into the back of the cave, causing more stalactites to fall from the roof and loudly shatter onto the cavern floor, exposing a shiny metallic surface on the ceiling. The beast pounced onto him, and pinned him down.

The old stallion screamed in pain.

"Alloy!”

He had a strained look about his face, until his pained gaze fell upon a small brown book.

He then peered over to me.

The mere look on his face was enough to tell me what he was going to do.

He tossed me the brown book in a flickering, fiery red aura of his magic.

The book landed on the floor, just close enough for me to read the cover.

‘Alloy’s Journal’

My mouth dropped, my heart sank to the floor, and I felt like I was just kicked in the stomach.

He can’t... No, this can’t happen! I won’t let it! I can’t!

“ALLOY NO!”

I’ll never forget the look on his face as he strained to tell me to look away.

“ALLOY!”

I tried my absolute hardest to get out from under the crushing mass above me, but I was completely helpless. There was nothing I could do; I couldn’t move, and the little magic I was capable of, was exhausted.

“NOOOOO!”

The monster continued attacking the old stallion, and I had to look away. I couldn’t watch, and I couldn’t do anything; I hated myself for not being able to.

The metallic surface on the roof of the cavern began to glow the color of his magic aura, and began to sag.

The sound of a splash, an instantaneous yelp, and a wave of heat filled the cavern.

Then there was silence...

Absolute, utter silence...

I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, and I just remained still; trying to ignore what had just happened.

When I finally managed the courage to open my eyes, the cavern looked nothing to what it had before. In fact, it wasn’t much of a cave anymore. Sunlight flooded in from a large portion of where the cavern ceiling used to be, indicating the harsh storm outside had finally passed over. The fallen sections glowed red-hot across the cavern floor.

Any sign of the creature, or Alloy, was entirely gone...

...Other than the tattered journal lying on the cavern floor just in front of my face.

No matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from replaying the entire scene over and over again in my head. I remained held under the massive fallen structure that pinned me down and rendered me helpless, watching as the red glow eventually disappeared from the caved-in sections of the roof.

“Alloy?”

No answer; just the echo of my own voice.

“ALLOY!”

Nothing.

I was completely motionless trying to process everything that just happened.

“Alloy...”

No, he can’t be... No... NO! This isn’t fair!

“ALLOY!!” I screamed out, no matter how much it hurt my voice.

The rock formation pinning me down crumbled to the cavern floor in my outburst; freeing me from its crushing weight.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? AFTER ALL THAT, NOW YOU LET ME FREE?! FUCK!”

My blood felt like it began to boil as my sorrow almost immediately turned into uncontainable rage.

“He saved me twice! TWICE! And I couldn’t even lend him a helping hoof in anything! He took me in from my own selfishness to leave this world like a fucking coward, AND I COULDN’T EVEN SAVE HIM!”

The echoes of my outburst rang through the cave until my voice hurt too much to yell anymore. It came to the point where my yells were reduced to mere whispers.

“God damnit... Why?” I dropped my head to the rock floor. “Why couldn’t I save him?”

I slammed my hoof on the rock ground. At the same time, a short magical burst from my horn caused the journal in front of me to turn over a few pages.

I looked up from the cold rocky ground to the open journal just within my reach, and wiped my eyes. I just stared at it; not taking anything in, just blankly staring at it. I waited for my anger and sorrow in my mind to boil down to a point to where I could let myself think clearly; it was well into an hour before I forced myself to look at the open page of the journal.

I reached out a hoof, and pulled the journal in closer. Just looking at the page made my gut wrench.

“God damnit, Alloy...”

Just the fact that the pony who wrote all this, is gone... Ugh what a horrible feeling...

I finally gave in to my curiosity and let my gaze take in what was on the page. An image was sketched; one that I recognized immediately. An image similar to countless I’ve seen back home... On Earth.

A schematic. A mechanical schematic. And a very familiar one at that.

Then something hit me...

This was it. This had to be what Alloy was trying to do for all the years he was out here! But... Why did he leave?

I flipped through a few more pages; journal entries, diagrams, ideas, more schematics... Pages filled with precious information.

The more I saw and the more I thought about it, the more questions arose. I had to just stop myself. I took a deep breath and gently closed the journal. All this emotional trauma made me feel sick to my stomach. There was just too much that had just occurred, and I just simply couldn’t come to terms with it all at once. There was just no way. No one and no pony could. It was just too much to take.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I dropped my head again to the rock floor.

Frankly, there are just too many unanswered questions; most of which will probably go forever unanswered. Nonetheless... I’m not about to let Alloy’s legacy die along with him... There’s just too much this journal has to offer for me to allow that to happen. If it’s the least I can do, please let me preserve this journal...

God damn it, why did it have to happen this way?

It’s not about survival anymore. I need to get home. I must.

Two weeks later...

"So this is it?" The black creature peered over inquisitively at his mentor.

Twilight smiled in her response. “Just remember everything I taught you.”

“Right. Be kind, be honest, and be generous... I suppose it doesn’t seem too difficult."

“And?”

“And, never take advantage of their kindness. Right.”

“Exactly.” Twilight playfully nudged him with a hoof, “Making friends is easy. I know you can do it!”

“Must I really look like this? I’d rather not have everypony judging me just on the basis of how I look.” The Changeling looked down at himself, examining one of his perforated hooves.

“Yes.” Twilight stated directly, walking aside the Changeling just outside of the library.

“Why?”

Twilight sighed, and turned so she was standing face-to-face with the creature. “Layne, do we really need to go over why it is so crucial to be honest again?” She pointed a hoof to the front door of the library.

He groaned, “No, Ms. Twilight Sparkle. We don’t.”

“Good.” Twilight gave a nod of her head. “Well come now, Layne. There are a few ponies around here that are looking forward to meeting you!” The lavender unicorn started way towards the center of town.

Layne let out a nervous sigh and took a quick look of his surroundings just outside of the library, then took a close following after Twilight, trotting up to her side.

“Don’t be nervous, Layne. You’ll do fine.”

The pair trotted farther into the center of town, both earning a few unsure looks from the ponies passing by.

“Ms. Twilight, not too much further I hope... Everypony is staring at us.”

“Don’t worry; they’ll come to terms sooner or later. Just keep in mind everything I’ve taught you, and they won’t have any reason to dislike you.”

“Alright...” Layne wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t allow Twilight to see it. If it was one thing as a Changeling that Layne couldn’t change, it was his ability to effectively mask his true emotions.

Twilight stepped up to the door of a structure with a frosted roof, and rapped on the door. Quick hoofsteps were heard approaching the door from inside.

“Oh, hello, Twilight!” The cheerful face of Mrs. Cake greeted, that is until her gaze fell upon the black figure standing just to Twilight’s right. Her pupils shrunk and she took a step back with her ears folded tightly to the back of her head.

Twilight chuckled, placing a hoof on Mrs. Cake’s shoulder. “It’s ok, Mrs Cake. He’s with me.”

Layne attempted a reassuring smile, but it came out looking more forced and nervous than anything.

“I see...” Mrs. Cake’s ears perked back up and her gaze shifted between the pair standing on their doorstep. She gave Twilight a sceptical glance.

“It’s ok, Mrs. Cake.” Twilight assured.

The blue pony retracted her scepticism and sighed in relief. “Well! Please forgive me for coming across as rude!” She took a step up towards the Changeling, sticking out her hoof. “I’m Mrs. Cake!”

Layne stuck out his hoof to hers, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cake. I’m Layne.”

A short grin began to grow across Mrs. Cake’s face as she returned her hoof back to her side. “Well Twilight, I assume you two are here for Pinkie?”

Before Twilight could even answer, she was tackled to the ground by the aforementioned pink pony.

“Hiya Twilight! Did you bring him?! I’ve been waiting for like, forever to meet him! Did ya? Did ya?!” Pinkie excitedly awaited her answer, beaming to the unicorn at her snout.

Layne just stood there, feeling a bit more than slightly confused. He shuffled a hoof on the ground and tried to not bring too much attention to himself; he just remained awkwardly quiet...

Twilight answered with nothing more than a blank face.

Pinkie giggled, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes Pinkie. He’s right there.” Twilight awkwardly tried to point a hoof to the spot where Layne was standing.

Pinkie shot her head up from Twilight’s, and gazed in the direction Twilight tried to point. Pinkie’s excited facial expression dropped, “Twilight, you tricked me!” The pink pony pouted down to the now very shocked-looking unicorn at her hooves.

“HE’S GONE?!” Twilight shrieked, teleporting herself from underneath the pink pony to the end of the doorstep, peering out into the moderately crowded streets.

“Uh...” Pinkie rested a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder, “Twilight, are you ok?”

“This is bad! THIS IS VERY BAD!” Twilight tried to scan over the several ponies in the streets, for any sign of Layne. “C’mon Pinkie, I’m going to need your help.”

“B-But Twiligh—”

Twilight shushed Pinkie with a hoof pressed against her mouth, “No time for that, Pinkie! This is an emergency! If anypony finds him, the town will be in chaos! Everypony is still a bit sceptical of Changelings ever since The Royal Wedding and Cider Season!” Twilight began to hyperventilate, “And if that happens, I will have failed the Princess! And—And if I do that, nopony will ever give Layne a chance!” Twilight brought both her hooves to the side of her head, and fell to her flank, “I just—”

Pinkie shushed the panicking by shaking Twilight’s head in both her hooves, “Well we aren't exactly going to be finding him if you’re just sitting there being a little miss worried-pants, are we? C’mon Twilight, let’s go!”

Author's Note

Bout time I updated this thing.
School and work, as well as my other creative outlets, have me pretty occupied; hence why updates to this story are a bit less than frequent.
I still have a ton planned for this story, and I still plan on continuing it for as long as I can.
If you spot any grammatical errors, don't hesitate to let me know! I'm bound to be just a bit rusty at my own proofreading (Not that I was ever that fantastic at that, anyways...)

Wow... 100,000 Words...

Opinions and thoughts are always encouraged in the comments!

Until next time~