(1 week later, Kai POV)

Waking up from a restful sleep with my darling wife Luna lightly snoring on my left side. I could see the slight bulge of her stomach through the covers. We found out that our foal was going to be a filly and every so often I would gently place my hand on her stomach and use my Detect Life spell so I could see our foal developing. The sound of Luna yawning, snapped me out of my trance of looking at our filly growing inside of Luna. “Good morning, hun.” I said pecking her on the cheek. Luna giggled. “Good morning.” she said with a smile. She pecked me back and noticed my right hand on her stomach. “Looking at her again?” She asked. “Yeah, it never ceases to amaze me that we made this happen.” I said as I removed my hand and caressed Luna’s cheek.

“You know I was thinking, that since we’ve been very busy lately, we could use a vacation and spend time with our friends down in Ponyville. What do you think?” Luna asked as she got out of bed. “I think that’s a great idea, I’ll start packing some stuff for a week long vacay in Ponyville.” I said as I went around the bed to hold Luna in a loving embrace with my hand wrapping around her waist. “Good.” She said as we locked lips. We separated and smiled at each other, until our unborn daughter decided to interrupt. “Oh, you little rambunctious filly.” Luna said looking down at her baby bump.

I shook my head with a smile. “Take your time, I got this covered.” I said as Luna closed the bathroom door. I summoned a couple of suitcases to store clothes for the both of us. I left Luna’s empty aside from her spare toiletries. I on the other hand had my clothes picked out and my spare toiletries. I started to place my clothes in my suitcase when Luna came out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and around her body. “Aw, what a gentleman. You got my spare toiletries, and all I have to get are my clothes.” Luna said lovingly as she opened her closet and selected her clothes. “You’re welcome dear.” I replied as I closed my suitcase. Luna had just closed her own suitcase and I opened the door and gestured for her to go first. “Thank you.” She said with a slight sway in her hips. “Glad I could help my beautiful wife.” I said as I closed the door behind me.

(3rd person POV, elsewhere)

“How is it you are alive?” Asked a warden stripped of his armor and strapped to a table in an unknown location. “The Samurai Orochi told us you were dead by her hands.” He suddenly was struck by sulfuric lightning, causing him to arch his back in pain. “That is where she was wrong.” Apollyon said from where she stood. “I may have died, but I have transcended mortality. I live as a Goddess of War, and with your to help, I will have a perfect servant.” She then pulled out her sword and began walking around the table, dragging the sword’s blade along the ground. “I will never help a madwoman like you.” The warden spat angrily.

Apollyon chuckled evilly. “I don’t remember giving you that choice.” She raised her sword and took the man’s head off, spilling blood into the demonic circle she crudely drew with her sword. The blood, body, and table then lit up in sulfuric flames, reducing them to ashes. From the ashes, a robed and armored man climbed out. “Quod est mandatum tuum, domine mi?” He asked her. “Head to the village of Ponyville in Equestria. When you sense the intent of bloodshed, head to the source and slaughter the sheep. And if you encounter the shepherd, kill it.” The knight bowed and raised his hand forward. A sulfuric vortex opened and he stepped through, vanishing from the location. Underneath her helmet, Apollyon smiled.

(Fabjorn POV, Ponyville)

The lesson Mr. White was conducting was actually very fascinating. The early colonists of his home country rebelled against their former kingdom and were on the verge of defeat, until the colonists came up with the idea of using a technique of the natives to help thin out their enemies number, supplies, and even deployment orders. I also found it interesting that the man leading the Colonial Army refused the offer to be crowned king, and instead insisted that he hold the office of President and allowed the people to elect a new president every four years. “I wonder if I could create a painting of General Washington to hang up on the wall.” I thought to myself, until one of my classmates, Ocellus lightly tapped my shoulder knocking me out of my daydream.

“Any questions?” I heard Mr. White ask as he turned towards the class. I slowly raised my hand. “Yes Fabjorn?” He asked. “Not to get off topic sir, but would it be alright if I made a portrait of General Washington to hang on the wall?” I asked. “I knew this was a terrible idea!” I thought. “I’ll think about it. Nevertheless, a great idea for some extra credit. Come see me at the edge of Whitetail Woods after the classes are done for the day.” Mr. White said. “Any more questions?” He asked once more. Althorn raised his hand. “Yes Althorn?” Mr. White asked. “So the British surrendered only after the French arrived and blockaded the harbor, boxing Cornwallis’ forces in?” The Altmer asked. “Yes, Cornwallis’ forces were forced back to the harbor and when they tried to flee, their escape route was cut off by French Naval vessels nearby.” Mr. White explained. “We have time for one more question.” Mr. White said. Nobody else raised their hand, and soon the bell rang signaling the end of class. “Okay, next week we’ll be discussing the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and the beginnings of the United States Constitution.” Mr. White said as my classmates and I gathered our belongings and left the classroom.

(Gideon POV)

I had to chuckle at Fabjorn’s request to make a painting of George Washington. Initiative is a good thing to encourage. After packing up my important papers and lesson plans, I exited the classroom, only to end up walking into an argument between Twilight and Neighsay. “At least the students actually enjoy what they’re learning!” Twilight shouted angrily. “So you think that you can just disregard the rules whenever you wish?” Neighsay asked with a scowl. Unfortunately, he spotted me. “Am I correct in assuming that you’re responsible for Princess Sparkles rebellious behaviour?” Neighsay asked. “Pretty much. I noticed how rowdy they get when lectured, or as I say, have-the-lesson-forced-down-their-throats. Engaging the students and encouraging questions is better than mind numbing lectures.” I said with confidence.

“I should know. I had to teach a bunch of toddlers in a Sunday School class, and a lecture wouldn’t have been able to work without having to get the class reseated every half-second. Teenagers are worse as they have selective hearing. If not properly involved in the class, information goes in one ear, and then out the other. Too much of this and they are elsewhere, if not in the class.” I took a few breaths before giving Neighsay a bit of ‘challenging’ look. “I don’t know what this Sunday school is, but I find it a delightful idea to help your kind learn better.” Neighsay said condescendingly.

“Care to repeat that? I couldn’t hear you over the loud racism that just happened and my American Pride telling me to kick your ass.” I quipped. “If you assault me, I close the school, how’s that for retaliation?” Neighsay said with a smirk. “Who said I would? My pride is telling me to do it, but doing it isn’t my thing. Also, it’s Twilight’s school, not mine. Threatening me with that really isn’t a threat. And I have to ask, why the racist attitude?” I asked. Neighsay looked like he was going to explode. “The Magic of Friendship belongs to Equestria, not those barbaric races that happen to share the same space!” Neighsay shouted angrily. “So you are an entitled ass. Good to know. I wonder what the Princesses or any of the pony sympathetic Daedric Princes would think about your reason...oh, wait, one did.” I then walked past them, giving Twilight a slight wink as I did so. “I’ll leave you and Princess (not Headmare) Twilight to have words while I help a student with some extra credit.” Exiting the school, I walked towards the castle, seeing Twilight’s friends standing outside the school with worry on their faces.

“Hello guys and girls,” I greeted. “You worried about what’s going on inside?” I asked. “Darling, you do know that if he closes the school Twilight might become extremely depressed, right?” Rarity asked worriedly. “If he closes the school, then he’ll have to deal with one of the four monarchs that allow him to have his position, and they can easily replace him.” I said as I walked past them. “What’s your plan bud?” Rainbow asked. “I think you know, just think about it a bit, it’ll come to ya.” I replied. “By the way, Starlight, I need to have a word with you in private.” I then continued on to the castle, with Starlight following behind.

Upon reaching the castle, I asked, “How many spells do you theorize have to do with memories?” Starlight rubbed her chin. “I think there are possibly hundreds, but some have drastic side effects.” She said, as we entered the castle. “So, out of those hundreds, how many can bring certain memories or portions thereof forward with perfect recollection, and has little to no side effects?” I asked, rubbing my chin as well. “About four, if I remembered correctly. One has the caster accompany the subject through the memory, The second makes the subject able to observe the event, while caster has to continuously keep the spell going; basically if I pass out, then you’re brought back here. The third option is until the event itself ends, and the final option is until the subject crushes an orb that cancels the spell at any time.” Starlight said while counting on her fingers. “Can any of said spells have interactions with a photography spell or something like that?” I then asked. “The first option allows the caster and the subject to directly interact with the world around them, but you can’t allow yourself to be seen by your past self.” Starlight said looking through a book Hermaeus must have given her to access specific sections of Apocrypha.

“Well, one of my students, a Nord named Fabjorn, asked if he could do a portrait of the first president of my country when it started out. I have no picture references or whatever for him to work with, but with that memory spell, all knowledge on him, regardless of fact or fiction, can be gathered and give him something to work with.” I told her. “I think I can do that, we just have to stay near him after he gets the knowledge, because it could be a lot for him to process by himself.” Starlight said with a smile on her face. “Just go get him, and I’ll prepare the things we need to properly cast the spell.” She said as she flipped the pages of her book. “Well, I’ll see you at the edge of Whitetail woods. Fabjorn will be there as well.” I said as I left Starlight to her prep work.

(A few minutes later, at the edge of Whitetail Woods)

I arrived at Whitetail Woods to find Fabjorn waiting. “Sorry if I’m late, it’s not like I specified a specific time, but still.” I said to him. “It’s fine, I haven’t been waiting that long.” Fabjorn said with a smile. “That’s good. However, it’ll take a moment for Starlight to get here and help with getting you some reference info so you can properly do the painting/portrait of George Washington, so you want to spar for a bit? I know you like painting more than fighting, but you are still a Nord, and that means you were probably taught to at least enjoy a little scuffle.” I said, pulling out two wooden shaolin staves that I made when I wasn’t teaching or preparing to do so. “I was taught how to defend myself by my father, just in case. I’d like to show what I’ve learned.” Fabjorn said as he took the staff in his hands. I twirled my staff and held it behind me and then said, “Jiù ràng wǒ chāodù nǐ ba!” I then slowly approached Fabjorn, anticipating him to attack first. Fabjorn decided to rush at me holding his staff as if it were a greatsword and swung his staff in an overhead strike.

I raised my left arm and his staff impacted my bracer, allowing me to push it away. I then balanced on my staff, delivered a few light kicks, and then swept it under his legs, knocking him down. He quickly got up and I backed up a bit, waiting for his next move. Fabjorn started to move slower to observe my movements all while sending light jabs at my left side. I allowed the strikes to hit my bracer, before twisting around and jabbing at his gut and shoulders rapidly. I backed away and let him recoup. After getting his bearings, Fabjorn came at me from the right, but he quickly changed his position to an overhead strike. That feint attack took my by surprise to the point that I had to dodge instead of block. I then set myself into a Qi stance, which oddly, caused my staff to glow an orange color. The glow seemed to alert Fabjorn to what I was doing and he rushed me again this time he went for a grapple, and he kneed me in the stomach knocking the wind out of me.

“That was a good fight,” I said once I got my breath back. “And I have to say, while you are pretty much a novice, you saw an opportunity and took it. To be honest, I didn’t expect my staff to glow like that. It hasn’t happened before with my other weapons.” Fabjorn nodded. “Thanks, when I saw your staff glowing I thought you were charging a spell and I knew that takes some concentration, also my father once encountered a Conjurer and had to fight three Flame Atronachs at once, ever since then he said ‘When in doubt, hit hard and fast.’.” The young Nord said while panting. “That is a good philosophy when fighting mages or unknowns. Another good philosophy is ‘Slow and steady wins the race’.” I told him while putting my staff away. “Keep the staff. You never know when it can be of use.” Fabjorn nodded with a smile. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” He said as we both took a seat on a nearby bench.

While we waited, we chatted a bit about our respective lands. He seemed to be rather surprised that my people mastered technology almost like the Dwemer, but in a more refined, and tame fashion. “Wow.” Fabjorn said in awe. “Oh, there’s Councelor Starlight!” He said as Starlight came towards us with her materials for the spell. “Nice of you to join us.” I said to her as she set her materials down. “If you are wondering why we look a bit ruffled up, we spared for a bit while waiting.” I told her. “That’s fine, now let’s get started. Fabjorn, I need you to think of today’s lesson and just imagine yourself there.” Starlight said as she prepared the spell in her hands. Fabjorn closed his eyes and Starlight casted her spell at Fabjorn and then both Fajorn and Starlight disappeared from sight in a flash of blue light.

(Luna POV, en route to Ponyville)

I was waking up from a nap while Kai and I were traveling to Ponyville to spend time away from our responsibilities as Royals. “Hey sleeping beauty, we’re here.” Kai said with a sweet smile. I yawned in response. “Thank you dear, I’m so glad I took a nap on the way here.” I said as I stretched. “Here let me help you.” Kai said picking me up from the carriage and setting me down on the ground. I giggled in response once he set me down. I lightly pecked Kai on his cheek. “Such a gentleman.” I said lovingly. Kai was about to respond, but my stomach growled. “Heh, I guess it’s lunch time.” Kai said jokingly. I rolled my eyes. “I get it, our little princess is hungry.” I said with a smile. “Then let’s go to Sugarcube Corner and get something sweet to eat.” Kai said as we began to walk towards our favorite bakery.

(Sugarcube Corner)

The bell on the door rang announcing our arrival to the bakery. Mrs. Cake looked up and a look of shock n her face. “Your Majesty! What brings you down here?!” She asked. “It’s nice to see you too Mrs. Cake. Kai and I are here simply to have time to ourselves as husband and wife.” I said with a reassuring smile. “Well, is there anything in particular that you’d like to eat?” Mrs. Cake asked with a small notebook and pen. “I’ll take three red velvet cupcakes, a large hot chocolate, and a double chocolate chunk cookie.” I ordered. Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened. “Majesty, that’s quite a sizable order, why have you… oh.” She said with a smile. “I am with child, yes.” I whispered. Kai cleared his throat. “I’ll take a blueberry muffin, a lemon tart, and a glass of water.” Kai said. “Okay, your total is 87 bits/septims.” Mrs. Cake said. Kai placed the payment on the counter. We walked over to a table, sat down and waited for our order.

As we sat in the bakery, I heard the voice of Sassy Saddles’ voice in my head pleading for the death of an Imperial accountant named Gregor for attempting to frame her for tax fraud. I closed my eyes and I saw my Listener, Talia. “Talia, can you hear me?” I asked. “Yes, Mistress I can hear you.” Talia replied. “Good, I have a contract for you, one of Rarity’s managers, Sassy Saddles has marked an Imperial accountant by the name of Gregor for death. Speak to Sassy and dispose of the target.” I said. “It shall be done Mistress.” Talia replied as I severed our mental connection. I opened my eyes to see Kai with a slightly concerned expression on his face. “What’s happened?” He whispered. “I had to give out a contract to Talia, nothing too serious.” I replied. He nodded in acceptance as we looked over to see Mrs. Cake walking over with our orders. “Here you go Your Majesties.” She said placing the food on the table with a smile. “Thank you Mrs. Cake.” I said with a smile. Smiling in response, the mare walked back towards the counter.

(3rd POV, In front of the School of Friendship)

The various leaders of Equestria’s allies standing with Twilight, her friends, Gideon, and the students with Neighsay looking absolutely livid. “I can’t believe that you’re such a control freak, you’d rather brainwash your students, rather than let them enjoy what they’re learning!” General Tulius shouted angrily. “If you don’t like the way the E.E.A operates, then educate your kind in your homelands.” Neighsay spat. Molag was tempted to kill Neighsay and imprison his soul in Cold Harbor for eternity, but Chrysalis stopped him. “Don’t he’s not worth it.” She pleaded. “It seems that the mighty Molag Bal can be restrained.” Neighsay said condescendingly.

“Neighsay, by now, your proverbial grave is deep enough to reach this world’s molten core.” Gideon said, tapping his foot and Shaolin staff on the ground. “Why are you so racist? Did you have a bad experience with a minotaur or some other creature, no offence to those present.” He asked. “The magic of the Elements of Harmony are native to Equestria, and Equestria alone! There’s no need to educate these savages on a concept they clearly can’t understand!” Neighsay exclaimed in rage. There was a collective gasp from the crowd. “How can you say such a thing an administrator of education?! I have half a mind to report this disgusting behavior to Queen Celestia and she can have your position revoked!” Twilight exclaimed in disgust as she produced a quill, inkpot, and a piece of parchment to report to Celestia about Neighsay’s extremely disgraceful and disrespectful behavior. “If you send that scroll, then I’ll seal your school for failing to adhere to the E.E.A regulations!” Neighsay threatened. “Even if you close my school, it just proves our point! So go ahead close it, because I’ve just sent the scroll and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!” Twilight shouted in the Royal Canterlot Voice causing the crowd to cover their ears, but after she finished they cheered for the Princess of Friendship. “Fine! Have it your way then!” Neighsay replied as he placed a magical seal over the entire school.

As Neighsay turned around to gloat, he heard loud, clanking footsteps behind him. He turned back towards the seal’s lock, but a grey robed and armored figure with a giant kite shield and a sword standing in the way. “Move aside!” Neighsay ordered. The figure instead raised his sword to attack him. Not expecting that reaction, he stumbled backwards and tried to ready a shield spell, but it was unneeded, as Gideon was suddenly there and kicked the figure back and had his staff ready. “Get back!” Gideon shouted to everyone present. “Get everyone to safety, and restrain Neighsay!” He said before stopping the figure from charging him with a staff thrust to his face. The crowd simply nodded. Balgruuf and Tulius both held Neighsay in their arms restricting his movement, but as an extra precaution Rarity placed a magic nullifier on Neighsay’s horn.

(Gideon POV)

It took a short moment for everyone to get to a safe distance. Once they were, I discarded my staff and pulled out my Guandao and barely countered a down strike, which I followed up by grabbing his throat, lightly choking him in the process and then let go and back handed him, causing him to stumble backwards. I did a feint, making him think I was going to down strike him, but I quickly kicked his shin, causing him to stumble backwards again, giving me the opening to slash from the left and then strike from the right. The right strike glowed orange like when I was sparring with Fabjorn, and the crazy thing was, the figure managed to have his shield up for that, but my strike seemed to go through his defence.

With that knowledge in mind, I moved forward to strike again, but he flipped me over his shield and slashed at my back as I came down after I was flipped. It was at that point that I was enraged, by what I’m not sure, but I suddenly glowed an orange color and began to go crazy, striking and countering expertly. Just as the glow subsided, my Guandao found its way into his chest. I quickly pulled it out, slapped his hand and face with the flat of the blade. I turned around as he tried to approach me again, I slapped his hand away and back handed his face again. I turned to face again, and when I did, he impaled himself on my Guandao on accident. I pushed him off the blade while shaking my head. Turning to the crowd, I twirled my weapon in a victory pose. “Get him to the hospital, but have him in so many chains and restraints that the doctors will have problems trying to operate, and have a 24/7 guard watching him at all times.” I said with a serious tone. “If I’m thinking what I’m thinking, then such precautions are a necessity to prevent loss of life.”

(Canterlot Castle, Celestia’s P.O.V)

I always knew Neighsay was difficult to deal with, but this letter from Twilight just spoke volumes about how terrible the stallion really was. First he insults my brother-in-law, then he decides to proclaim that the magic of friendship belongs to Equestria only, all the while insulting several nations that probably have a strong enough military to dominate Equestria by themselves, but combined, there would be no survivors! “I told ya he was a knobhead who had his head wedged too far up his own arse.” Sheogorath said. “I know.” I said dejectedly. “Hey, don’t go and cry now, it wasn’t your fault that he’s an arsehole.” He said handing me a tissue he summoned. “I have no choice but to remove him from his station. If I reprimand him, he’ll just try to blackmail me.” I said standing up from my throne. “I want to come with ya, there’s no way I’m missin’ my wife tearing this bastard a new one.” Sheo laughed. I giggled in response. “Okay let’s go!” I said cheerfully as I lit my horn and we vanished from the throne room.

(3rd POV Ponyville)

After getting the mysterious combatant restrained with a stasis spell courtesy of Starlight, Gideon saw Celestia and Sheogorath standing in front of Twilight’s school. Sheogorath had to stand in front of his extremely angry wife just to offer the restrained jackass known as Chancellor Neighsay. Gideon then looked to Neighsay with a smile on his face. “Well, you’re screwed.” Gideon said moving aside leaving Neighsay in front of a very angry Celestia. “Chancellor Neighsay, in light of your recent behavior, I have no choice but to remove you from your office, and strip you of your authority and I will give it to Lady Serana Volkihar. Don’t even bother begging me for a second chance, because I think I gave you one too many chances to reform your attitude! Now get out of my sight!” Celestia said flaring her wings, and her mane and tail starting to turn into flames. Without any further motivation needed, he opened a portal and fled.

With Neighsay gone, Gideon stretched a bit. “Well, that’s one problem done, but now to address the proverbial mammoth in the proverbial room.” He said while looking to the now unconscious combatant. Celestia raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about Gideon?” Celestia asked. Walking over to the figure, he elaborated. “Shortly after Neighsay placed the seal on the school, this guy pretty much appeared behind him and jumpscared him before attempting to kill him.” He explained. “And I’ll bet my current week’s salary on him being someone sent by Apollyon. But why, I have no clue as of yet.” Celestia frowned and tapped a nurse on the shoulder. “Alert me when he wakes up, and I’ll have a contingent of guards pick him up and bring him to Canterlot for questioning.” The nurse nodded. “As you wish Your Majesty.” the nurse said as she walked away. “Piece of advice, make sure the guards in question are ready to kill if the need arises.” Gideon told Celestia. “I’ve only seen Apollyon in action against someone other than me once, and in that case, she slaughtered roughly 10 knights, and the only wound she had was a dagger to the gut and she walked that off. This may not be Apollyon, but she instills a feral fighting spirit into her soldiers.”

Celestia nodded. “I will inform the guards when I leave later. For now however, until Lady Volkihar settles into her new position, the E.E.A is under my direct jurisdiction, and I believe there’s a certain school that needs to be reopened.” Celestia said with a smile. As she readied to undo the seal, Gideon stepped forward. “Out of curiosity, did you have a similar problem when you opened your school?” He asked. “Actually no, back then the director of the E.E.A was actually much more progressive and said everypony has the potential to change the world if they set their minds to it.” Celestia said. “Did he cause problems with your school when he got into office?” He asked. Celestia shook her head. “No, he actually could take constructive criticism and would adapt the methods of others to help keep education fun.” Gideon put a hand on his chin. “So what caused him to become a racist bigot of a pinhead, no offence to any unicorns nearby.” Celestia chuckled.

“I never said that it was Neighsay himself, but his grandfather, Chancellor Adverse Scroll. As for why Neighsay behaves the way he does, even I don’t know why. If Adverse were alive today, he would be embarrassed to show his face in public.” She said with a slight frown. “Well, my curiosity is sated, so carry on.” He said while backing up. Celestia ignited her horn and shot a beam of golden magic at the seal causing it to shatter like glass, the barrier falling making the crowd cheer. “You were wise to stand up to Neighsay Twilight, you’re acting like a true headmare.” Celestia said as she hugged Twilight. “Let’s not forget Princess in the list of true acting.” Gideon muttered loud enough for Celestia and Sheo to hear. “I think she already knows that lad, only a true monarch sticks their neck out for their people.” The demented Daedra whispered. “Heck, sticking necks out for people who isn’t their own is just as admirable, if not more so.” Gideon added. “Indeed.” Sheo replied. “Well have fun teachin’ the youngsters, also Helena misses ya. If ya need an assistant, I could always send her.” He said with a wink. “I’ll keep that in mind, Sheo...by the way, do you have any nicknames outside of your original name, titles, Daedric name, and variations thereof?” Gideon asked. “I do, you call me James, it was the name of my mortal self when I was known as the Hero of Kvatch.” He said. “It’s also the more sane portion of my husband.” Celestia said with a smirk.

“X part(s) sanity, y part(s) Sheo makes every husband that any wife can have.” Gideon said. “Believe me, my dad is a bald 50+ years man with a tendency to dance to slow waltz music like it’s modern hip-hop...and he’s a dentist.” Celestia simply shrugged. “You could say that with me being the pinnacle of order, he’s my pinnacle of Disorder. It really does help take the stress of being a monarch off my shoulders when I can actually live a little.” She said. “Now that this is over how’s about we go home and tell Serana about her new job?” James asked. “Ok, well have a nice evening everybody.” Celestia said as she and James/Sheo disappeared. “I hope we can stop whatever scheme Apollyon has in store for us because that warrior just didn’t feel natural in any way.” Gideon said with a shudder.

Author's Note

It's been a while since I've had a chapter that's over 5k! Wayward and I really had a challenge writing this one, but I hope you guys like our interpretation of the Black Priors.
It made sense to us to make them feel as demonic as possible, as Apollyon's armor makes her look like a warrior from Hell.

Anyway like, favorite, leave a comment, and look at Wayward Shadow's work and I'll see you guys in the next chapter of Wolf of Oblivion!