Ah, the sense of foreboding that follows a small hint about something you know is inevitable. It reminds me of my brothers dropping hints about my septagram and how my Father would treat me. Now, my entire Saturday is spent waiting for that moment. Then again, when I have nothing to do, it seems all the more stressful. Walter is still sleeping, Gabbie has a long rapier stabbing at a wooden target yelling with every strike while Kai is at his usual place at the table putting together his little robots.

I hug a pillow to my chest. I mean, I could just be worried about nothing, maybe it’s a rarity that Janus and Gates go out to do their jobs. Maybe they're for the worst case scenario. I suppose if anything good can be taken from this is that I didn’t have any nightmares last night and I haven’t had my horns and tail grow any further… At least not obviously. I look around for that strange box that turned on the TV and find it under some cushions. I stare at the numerous amounts of buttons, figuring out which turns on the weird thing.

Gabbie approaches from where she was training wiping a towel across her face. She’s breathing a little heavily and she stops next to me and holds out her hand. I place the box in her hand. “Uh- it’s a remote it helps make the TV works. You turn it on with-” she points at a small incomplete circle with a line. “That button and you change it with-” she points at a ‘+’ and a ‘-’button. She presses the uncompleted circle and the TV turns on with a flash, then she drops the remote into my hand.

“Uh- thanks,” I mutter.

“You looked lost and, well, you don’t know how to use the TV or… For that matter anything else do you?” I shake my head in response to her question. “Anyway, we’re here to help. If you need a hand, don’t hesitate, even if we’re busy.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it. You’d probably help us if we needed help.” She seems so sure of that- everyone seems so sure of that, but I’m not so sure of that. I exhale, it’s not like I can fight with her about it. I lean forward and peer at the TV.

Gabbie sits opposite me, wiping the towel against her neck. A door slams and I turn a little to see Walter approaching, his hand covering a wide yawn. He scratches his neck and blinks hard. “I love Saturdays. And the best thing about Saturdays is that tomorrow is a Sunday.” He stretches and then he looks at the TV. “You watchin’ this crap?” He asks me. I shrug, looking at the TV. I don’t exactly know what it is, but there’s a bunch of people on what looks like a living room sat around a glass table, talking about something before laughing. “Morning talk shows,” Walter grimaces.

“At least let Elmira choose,” Gabbie interjects.

“Ah- sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. You can watch if you-”

“No, I don’t know what to watch. I don’t even know what’s what.” I hold out the remote and Walter looks a little awkward while slowly taking the remote from my hand. He seems like he doesn’t want to. “Hold on. I’ll show you something that is always good to watch.” He presses the button and the things on the TV start flickering fast before stopping. “See this?” He says, pointing at a stylized 9 in the bottom right-hand corner. “They play the news quite a bit. At least you’ll keep up to date on what’s going on in the world.”

I peer into the screen and it looks like there're a few people standing outside a building that looks kind of like the place I appeared on Thursday. A woman with long black hair and a small stick is standing in front of a large entrance where there are large cars with flashing red and blue lights. There are people fleeing from the building and a tilt my head in confusion. “What’s going on?” I ask.

“A shooting at the mall near here. Well, that’s stupid,” Gabbie mutters. “They’ll mobilize a team and then get rid of them. Unless they really want to make a message, then they’re even stupider.”

“A shooting?”

“Do you know what a gun is?” Walter asks. I nod, the thing Dennis used. I’m glad these little hints have been sticking well, otherwise, I’d be having a far more difficult time. “Well someone or a group of someones decided to discharge them at civilians. Probably a few of them are dead.”

“What, why!?” I yell. “Why would anyone do that?”

“Maybe because they wanted to, maybe because they wanted to prove a point. It’s difficult to understand the mindset of murderers, but it anyone can do it, it’s Janus.” I doubt that, even though I hear that from them I doubt that. Even if you could read someone’s mind, I doubt it means you can begin to fathom the thoughts that are in their mind. If I were to somehow look into someone’s mind, just like Janus could, would that also grant me the knowledge of this world, such as all the languages and the strange robots and machinations? I doubt it, so it must be the same for Janus. He doesn’t strike me as a man who know’s everything, that was made blatantly clear with his lack of knowledge of electricity.

“It’s been unbearably quiet for the past 5 minutes in the building,” the lady on the TV says. There are loud bangs and more screaming and the women ducks behind a car. “Nevermind, there have been more shots fired from the building, yet there hasn’t been so much as a single response from the people who attacked!”

I pull a pillow closer and Gabbie is clutching her sword incredibly tight until her knuckles turn white. There're a few hollow knocks at the door. “Kai, would you get that?” Walter asks. Kai doesn’t move and Walter sighs, before standing up and shuffling to the door, yawning again. He pulls the door open and I can see the large, dark-skinned form of Hercules. “What-?”

“Suit up and get ready. You’re playing crowd control,” He peers inside. He has an incredibly serious look on his face and he moves his head across the room before settling on me. “We’ll be working like you have two supports and two brutes. Elmira and Kai will be in the trailer, Walt and Gab can work with the crowds.”

“Awesome!” Gabbie yells. She jumps up and runs to her room and Walter dashes to his own room. I look at Kai who slowly stands up, carefully organizing his things before picking up a small square box. It’s almost like a very thin book. He presses something and there’s a loud buzzing and a bunch of dragonflies and smaller robots fly around before congregating around him. Then he starts walking toward Hercules.

I feel queasy and I stand up myself, shuffling toward Hercules. I pull my hood up and duck my head, but I move very slowly. I have no ambition to go anywhere near that. Hercules backs off to the side to let Kai pass, but as I pass he places a hand on my shoulder, then he kneels down. He’s pretty tall, but this makes him seem a little too threatening. I back up and his shoulders droop. “It’s fine. I won’t force you to do anything. Neither will Janus. I can’t promise for Gates or Navigator, but we’re here to help.”

I lower my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I just want to stay away from all the excitement,” I murmur. “Is that too much to ask?”

“Sadly, it might be impossible for you. I find, that when excitement is drawn to you. It’s easier to meet excitement on your own terms. Try to do that and you might find things looking up for you.” That’s- actually a really profound thing that I never thought I would hear from a man of that size. His mouth seems to widen into a smile as if he realizes that he’s said something that has swayed my mind.

“I still don’t like it. But you’re right that it will probably be impossible to avoid excitement.” I walk down the corridor to join Kai at the elevator. Hercules joins us and we’re joined by Gabbie and Walter soon after, both in fairly free moving clothing. Gabbie has jeans and a jacket. Jeans are apparently what they call those weird blue rough pants. And Walter has jeans and a t-shirt.

Hercules presses the button to call the elevator and when the doors open we all step in. Gabbie is shivering, either from the anticipation or the fact her phobia of bugs is really being tested by Kai’s little metal robots that seem to all take the form of bugs. The elevator shoots down to the cave below the building before stopping and allowing us out.

We step out onto the asphalt and Hercules leads us around a bend before stopping at a large black carriage of sorts. This time, it’s actually a carriage for sure. I know this, it’s drawn by a car. “Okay. Everyone in the trailer.”

“Damn it,” I groan. In the end, it’s not a carriage but a trailer. What’s the difference anyway?

“What’s wrong?” Walter asks, moving up to the black trailer. Hercules grabs a handle and the back of the trailer gets pulled down, before hitting the ground. It’s like a ramp that leads inside.

“I thought it was a carriage.”

The corners of his mouth turn up in amusement and I climb into the back of the trailer with the others. Inside there are a lot of screens connected to boxes and boards with letters on them. I’m told that those things are computers. At the end of the trailer, there are soft chairs where Janus is sitting by himself. There’s another guy sitting in a chair by the computer things. He has long black hair, a graying goatee, and bloodshot eyes. He raises his head, giving us a gaze of disinterest before returning to his computers. Fun, another guy that’s difficult to get along with. I think I’m collecting them into one unpleasant array of interesting people I know.

Let’s think about it; one’s using me and wants me to be her apprentice. One’s got more interest in his machines and actively ignores pretty much everyone. There’s my entire family who wants me to become their eternal sex slave and then there’s this guy. I mean, sure I could just be terrible first impressions, but I think I’m developing my own asshole sense.

I flop into the chair next to Janus and sigh. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. You know what Tagert said when he said we were going on the job?” He asks.

“What did he say?” Walter asks, dropping into a chair opposite us.

“I believe it was something like If they’re going to try to send a message so will we. Except, a lot louder and a lot more vulgar.”

“They’re trying to send a message?” Gabbie asks, sitting between Janus and me. Kai takes a seat next to Walter meaning that he’s as far away from Gabbie as he can get, meaning so are the robots.

“Well, apparently we snapped up one of the guy’s brothers a while back and ‘cause he was a vigor, he got put in a VEC. A Vigor Entrapment Cell. I can tell you, that’s not a place anyone wants to be and whoever this guy is, he wants to both cause trouble and show that the guys who caught his brother aren’t going to be able to always protect everyone. We’re going up to show him that there are always a bigger fish.”

“So, you’re pretty much using the nuclear alternative,” Walter points out.

“Nuclear?” I ask.

“A really big bomb.”

“Bomb?”

“Something that explodes with enough power to cause massive damage,” Janus finishes. “And yes, the nuclear alternative. We take care of them with ease and then everyone feels safe again. Pretty much like always.”

The trailer shudders and all of a sudden I feel us moving. I grip the side of the seat, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. “Do they have a vigor or a magic user?”

“Just a vigor. Nothing we can’t handle. But it’s pretty much only gonna be Herc and Gates with Nav on support. I’ll be useless here. If I try to reason with them I’ll more than probably will just be shot at. Extremists aren’t exactly the easiest people to reason with.”

“Uh. I imagine not,” Gabbie says.

“Anyway. I should probably go into more detail about this whole thing for Elmira’s sake. Basically, Elmira, a team has two different types of people and three different roles. Vigors and Magic users are the types of people and they are further sorted into roles. First, there're brutes, people like Walter, Gabbie and Hercules. They take on the enemy head on and draw their fire. Then there’s ranged attackers, snipers and people like you or Gates. Then there're supports. They are further sorted into two sections, combat assistance or non-combat assistance. I’m a non-combat assistance. Nav and Kai are both combat assistance. Basically, Nav’s power is to know the results of things he sees on a map. He can tell what will happen if we go a certain way and where someone might run if they decide to run.”

I hear the black haired guy grunt an acknowledgment, he must be this Nav guy that Janus is talking about. “I think I get it.”

“Anyway, there’s a little more. Some people take up more than one category, though they’re rare. Actually, Gates is a brute/ranged attacker and you’re probably the same. She’s just versatile enough to fall under both categories. It’s mostly why magic users are looked upon so favorably. When they’re around, you know that there’s someone who can fill every role. Any situation is a situation they can work with.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

“I think you just lack confidence and I’ll give you a message from Gates.”

“This can’t be good.”

“Lacking confidence isn’t a good thing for a Warlock. You can take on the world, so act like it and everything else will come naturally.” That sounds way too inspiring to be Gates. It’s Janus trying to act like Gates, yet he only provides a more enthusiastic version to what Gates might be thinking about herself. “I’m that bad, am I?”

“Gates didn’t say that, did she?”

“Honestly, no. But she has been talking a lot about you, which is a good thing. She likes you- for all that’s worth.”

“I don’t like her.”

“That much is clear.” We transition into a spate of silence. An awkward scenario where we don’t really want to talk because we’re too nervous or we have nothing to talk about. It’s only when the trailer stops and we can hear a lot of noise before Janus finally rises. He approaches Nav and he bends over, pulling open drawers and withdrawing five small items, one of which he pulls onto his ear.

Gabbie and Walter stand up and approach Janus and he holds out the little things. They hold out their hands and he drops one each into their grasp. They mimic Janus and pull them onto their ears and then Janus walks over to the entrance of the trailer, then he yanks on a rope.

Light rushes in as the back of the trailer drops open. “Alright. Gabbie and Walter, you’ll stick with me. I’ll be teaching you crowd control. As for Kai and Elmira. You can stick around with Nav. If he needs something he’ll tell you what to do.” Janus reaches a hand up next to the opening of the door and pulls a large gun off the wall. He lifts it, checking a few things then he grabs some badges and pins one to his chest before throwing two more at Gabbie and Walter.

They both pin them to their chests. “What are these for?” Walter asks.

“Identification. It’s like a police badge,” Janus explains. He steps out and Gabbie and Walter rush after him to join him and then Kai’s robots rush out of the door after them, flying off into the sky. Nav stands up, taking this small opportunity to close the trailer. He yanks on a rope and the trailer slams shut.

Kai stands up and he takes a chair, opposite to where Nav has been sitting. He looks at me and I stand up, sitting in a chair next to him. He opens up a draw and pulls out two weird circular things. He pulls one onto his head, then offers me the other. I take it and mimic him, pulling two large circular puffy things over my ears. There’s some soft buzzing and then it pops and I can hear someone breathing.

Kai takes is screen thing and uses a long rope to tie it to a group of larger screens which start lighting up with different pictures. Some of which seem to look over the large mall other show pictures of a long line of vehicles with a large throng of people on the other side.

Kai points at a screen to the top right, where something is looking over the mall. There are about seven men with guns in their hands and they are busy pacing impatiently. One of them is yelling, though I can’t hear what he’s saying. The mall is huge, with white tiles and brick plant pots with small green trees growing out of them. There are some benches and there’s a second floor, looking out over the area the men are. It seems like it’s the center square of the building. Behind the men is a massive glass case that has a banner hanging from it and surrounding them are different stores. There’s a long corridor that proceeds from two sides and the men are looking down both.

“Gates,” Nav mutters. His voice is somewhat lackadaisical, bored and disinterested. As if he doesn’t want to be here but he was sucked in anyway. I can sympathize with him, but for some reason I doubt that’s how he really feels. “The building at the far right. It’s a lingerie store. They’re keeping hostages in the room. There’s one man in there. You’ll likely succeed with no casualties if you make a portal into the room and only send Hercules through.”

There’s a loud crash and I watch a man fly out of a window of one of the stores nearest to the furthest corridor. He slams into a plant pot, stopping there not moving an inch. Either he’s unconscious or dead. There’s yelling coming from the corridor from the opposite side and there’s a strong wind.

The picture on the screen seems to go lopsided and Kai starts desperately tapping the pad he has. The image rights just in time to see the glass case shatter behind the men. They all yell, running for cover as razor sharp glass rains down from above. They dive to the side, most of them seem to get away, but I think two of them get shredded by the glass.

Just as soon as they think they’re safe, the windows in the mall shudder and I catch a glimpse of orange, then the entire screen lights up with fire. A massive wave of fire sweeps across the mall and the men raise their guns firing at it. The attacks are useless as there’s no person. A large form dashes out of the main building. It’s Hercules. “Take the left side, Hercules. Two of them will be moving toward you to flee the flames. Gates, you’ll be left with another two. Dispel your flames and then deal with them with some small scales magic. You’ve got the Vigor, Gates.”

Exactly as Nav says, two of the men back away from the flames, vaulting over the plant pots. Hercules runs at them and he kicks the first guy as he lands. He goes airborne and he flies onto the second floor where I see him crash into another shop. The second guy raises his gun as he’s vaulting to shoot at Hercules, but Hercules grabs the gun, pulls it to the side then headbutts the man in the face. He crumples to the ground, bleeding heavily from his nose and mouth.

The flames disperse immediately after, leaving only smoke and the last two men charge toward the only exit that doesn’t have Hercules. That means they’re going straight for Gates.

The first guy charges, screaming, his gun clatters to the ground, left forgotten. There’s a crack and one moment he’s running at incredible speeds toward where Gates is, the next he’s flying the other way, his shirt split apart, and his hair singed. He crashes through a stand outside a store where he lands unmoving.

The last guy turns around then he continues running, fear appearing on his face. There’s another whoosh and I can see his hair being blown back. He leans forward as if he’s fighting against the wind and then he slips and slams against the ground as if the wind suddenly stopped.

The ground then explodes beneath him, wrapping around him, then he explodes in a puff of smoke. “He’s an evasive brute,” Nav says. “He can turn into smoke.” The smoke flies toward Gates and then it reforms. The man strikes at Gates and all of a sudden there’s a bright flash. The man yells out then stumbles back.

It takes a moment for us to see the outcome, but it’s immediately obvious who won and how they won. The man retreated and ended up falling into a small hole. His leg is bent at a bizarre angle and surrounding him is a small scale tornado.

“We’re missing one of them. They took a side exit,” Nav says. I- I remember there were seven, there was an eighth that was thrown out of the lingerie store by Hercules. So countdown, three by Hercules, two by glass, and then another two by Gates. There’s one missing. “I’ve got a bead on him. He’ll be walking by the trailer in a few minutes.”

“We’ll come and get him,” Hercules says. “I’ll just have Gates give me a portal.”

“It can’t be you. He’ll just take more hostages. It has to be someone he doesn’t know. Elmira will catch him.” He pulls off the thing on his head, placing it on the table in front of him then he turns to me.

“Nav! She’s not ready, I promised that she wouldn’t be doing anything! Navigator!” Hercules yells. It’s all falling on deaf ears, he can’t hear them.

I swallow and I shake my head. “Let someone else do it, or let him go away. I don’t want to stop him,” I whisper. “I don’t want to be a part of any of this-” I know that this whole thing is planned with me in mind, but I still don’t want to help. Maybe I’ll mess up, maybe something will go wrong.

“Be confident,” I hear Gates say. “Just do it and you’ll be proud. I promise.”

I pull off the thing Kai gave to me and I stand up. I glare at Nav. “Why? Why didn’t you just keep one of the others around?” I hiss.

“Because a brute will result in more hostages being taken. It needs to be a ranged attacker. Someone like you and Gates. And considering Gates is preoccupied the only one who can do it is you.”

“What happens if I mess up?” I ask, standing up. I’m feeling incredibly nervous and I am touching my horns and pacing. I don’t know what I’m going to do. How am I going to protect myself against the gun? How am I going to stop him from doing anything else?

“You can do it- No. You will do it. There’s nearly no chance of failure.”

“Nearly isn’t definitely!” I yell. “Stop taking me out of my comfort zone! I can’t do this!” I stomp my foot and I pull on my hair. My heart is beating so fast it hurts and I feel incredibly stressed. “What do you expect me to even do?”

“If you don’t then that man might kill more people. You have no choice.”

There’s a loud clatter and I feel a hand on my shoulder. “You can do it. The day before yesterday you could do it. So you can do it today. If you do I’ll teach you how to use a computer.” I feel stunned. I’m not sure what I’m more stunned by. The fact that Kai is talking and is trying to console me, or the fact that he’s offering a bigger opportunity to talk to him.

I look down and exhale. I need someone to help me figure out things and Kai knows more about this computer thing than anyone else, at least going by what Janus has said. I clench my fists. “I’ll try, but I don’t think I can do it. Promise me that even if I don’t manage to do this, you won’t blame me.”

“I won’t blame you,” Nav says. He might be saying it sarcastically, but I don’t have time to know whether he’s being sarcastic. There’s a short silence after he says that, and I slowly approach the door. I’m shivering, even though it’s not clear, it’s almost as if the trailer has dropped to sub-zero temperatures. “Take a look at this before you head out.” I turn to look at Nav and he points at one of the screens. It’s a black and white painting… or picture of a man. He has dark short hair and he’s wearing dark clothes. It seems like he has a scar under his left eye, but I could be mistaken. “This is the guy. You need to stop him.”

“Won’t he just have a gun?”

“He will, but it will be a concealed firearm. He’ll probably draw it if he feels threatened.”

A firearm? What’s a firearm, is that just another word for a gun? I pull on my hood, so it can hide my horns, previously I would do it to hide my sad looking horns, the tiny horns that are likely barely over an inch in size. Now I’m hiding them just to make sure I’m mistaken for a Human. I take a deep breath and grab the chain connected to the door and pull it down. It drops to the ground and I step out, raising my hand to protect me from the bright light of the sun.

My eyes slowly adjust and I look around. There’s a long line of cars against the sidewalk with some shops lining the street. There are a lot of people sticking their heads out of the buildings, while some lean against the side of the entranceways with their arms crossed. There are a large group of people in the street, but there a long strip of yellow tape and there are men in blue uniforms standing shoulder to shoulder, with their arms raises to stop anyone who dares approach.

It’s sobering, I’ve never been around so many people and they’re not all focused on me, it’s not like when I appeared in the building when I first got here. Today everyone is standing against that which they fear, they’re scared and they’re acting the same way as they did when I arrived. They stick together and the other Humans prevent them from running off and getting themselves harmed.

It strikes me as odd. Demons have a single sin which is prevalent in their soul and all their other sins are in comparison nearly non-existent, however, they stand alone. They’re expected, that if something goes wrong, they are to fix it, the only ones you can trust are those of immediate family and even then, in most cases, they don’t exist. Here, Humans have multiple sins prevalent in their souls, they are terrible and lose their tempers. They excel at focusing their wrath on others and lack self-control. But here, even though they're scared, or angry, or proud of who they are. They stand together, something bad has happened and those who are harmed are being treated with care instead of thrown aside like a blunt and broken sword.

I must be mistaken. How come Humans are the ones who show their love for others whereas demons show their hate far more easily? I thought Humans were the terrible ones, I thought I was supposed to hate them. To be weary of them and so often it just seems like I have been. Gates, Tagert, Navigator, even Kaiden at some points. Clearly they are poor representatives of the Human race. Maybe it would be easier to consider Gabbie or Walter better representatives. At first, I thought perhaps Gabbie’s ambition to protect others was strange, but maybe here it’s not abnormal.

I exhale and pull on a strand of hair, contemplating for a few moments. It’s all so confusing, I feel like I’ve been lied to for so long. For now, I should approach the world with an open mind lest I make the same errors my brothers have made.

I scan the area, looking for the black and white man. I figure he’d be an easy man to spot, considering there aren’t many people wearing black and white, then again, perhaps my search is too narrow. Perhaps he's not wearing the garb that I thought he was wearing. Instead, I should look for that small scar beneath his left eye.

I look at people who are walking past, trying to get a good look at their faces. Usually, I’m met with a surprised look before they immediately avoid my gaze as if they looked at something exceedingly ugly. I grow embarrassed and I feel my face redden, but I persist.

A man with a bulky green jacket is approaching and he strikes me as odd. He’s walking at an increased pace with a hand buried in his jacket. He’s stooped and he keeps looking around as if he’s trying to hide from someone. I find myself face to face with him as he passes and I find a scar beneath his left eye and his familiar short haired hairstyle. His face pales and he stumbles back, struggling to extricate his hand. I step forward wrapping a hand around his free arm and he yells out in shock. “Let go!” He yells.

His hand comes free of the jacket and I see a wedge of black glinting in his hand. I wrap my hand around it, then raise it up, mimicking the movement Hercules made when he was facing down a man with a gun. There’s a loud bang and I feel a sudden shudder in my grasp. People are screaming and I release the man’s second hand in surprise.

He uses his free hand to punch me in the face, and I flinch, feeling a small pain in my nose, I then wrap my hand around his arm once again, pulling his fist away before he attacks me again. “Brother, purge the weapon from his grasp,” I command. There’s no hesitance, nor a lack of confidence, just a desperation, the knowledge that I need to do this.

My left arm lights up with red runes and I can feel my back tingle as if I have a million spiders crawling down it. The man screams as flames creep their way up my arm and around the gun. His hand releases the gun and I release his hand allowing the now scorched gun to fall to the ground. I knee him in the groin as a final action. The man’s face goes pale and his eyes boggle, his knees buckle and he slackens as if he has the sudden need to collapse to the ground.

I pull on his hand and throw him to the ground in front of the trailer. He groans clutching his now free hands to his groin and he rolls there for a moment. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up. I did it, I actually did it. I mean, they told me I could, but I doubted them, but I did it by myself and no-one got hurt… Well, almost no-one.

“Elmira,” I hear Janus yell. I raise my head to meet the voice to see Janus, Gabbie and Walter approaching, pushing their way through the crowd that has surrounded me. I feel my smile falter and it slowly drops from my face. I didn’t quite expect this sudden attention. It’s almost like the attention my brothers seem to get all the time. Janus approaches me, letting his gun hang from his hip. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I did it, Janus. I thought I couldn’t, but I did.” It feels nice to say it to someone, to gloat about it even though it seems like it wasn’t much. But to me, it’s a lot. It’s something I can feel proud of amidst all the things I feel ashamed of.

He doesn’t smile. I mean, he nods, but there’s a frown pinned to his face, a look that likely mimicks the thoughts of those around him. He comes up close to me and he pulls my hood up to cover my head, the hood I only now realized had fallen in the short scuffle. “That’s fantastic, but for some- you don’t look like you were helping.” He places a hand on my head. “You should get in the trailer.”

I nod, swallowing. I turn back to the trailer and walk up the ramp, pulling on on my hood, so it better covers my face. In the end, even though I feel like I did well, there’s just that small failure that clouds the success. Was it really worth it? Not doing it perfectly?

Author's Notes

Hello.

So considering I'm halfway through my saved up chapters, I figured I would go through the effort to write something beneath chapter 5. As you many of you can see, I'm Misaania and I've been doing this writing thing for a while. Of course, it's clear that I haven't been writing third person as I feel that first person helps draw people in. To help with the immersion of my story.

There are some glaring errors in my writing which one of the first reviewers pointed out. That is, I am not entirely sure with my grammar. I am a writer and when it comes to editing, I've fallen short (I do try and edit, but I miss the odd few spots). As is the case with many other stories I have written before. As such, I implore you, if you see an error, just to leave a message beneath the story to point it out and to help make the story better for those who succeed you.

Now. Let's inform you all about what you are getting into. The False Warlock is not the largest project I've written or planned to write, but there are a good bunch of chapters planned. Currently, there are 8 arcs planned, though these could be altered in the future. Each arc has been planned out carefully, though some of the later arcs are not as planned out as say arc 1 and 2 which are immediately relevant.

I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.