I May Fall-Chapter 8
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mindcrackloveLong time no talk, eh, Salad? Well, hello to my old friends and hiya to the newer members! It's been three months since the last chapter of this story, so if you don't know it I would check out the links at the end of the chapter. It's a bit of a read, about 20,000 words including this chapter, but maybe it's worth it? You tell me! And make sure you start by really listening to the lyrics in the linked song! If you don't remember what happened last chapter, I would just skim the last few lines because this picks up only seconds after that. Long intro this time. But let's cut to the chase! Here it is: I May Fall 8- In Which Etho Decides it's Okay to Die
Etho woke up to a voice filled with both confusion and joy.
“Wait right here. I’ll be right back,” T commanded him, still smiling, before she ran out of his view.
It was at that time that Etho realized he was lying down. The sky seemed odd, and it wasn’t a color he would ever associate with the sky. Not the bright blue of day, or the black of night, nor the greyish fog of a cloudy day. And then he realized he wasn’t looking at the sky, but at some sort of ceiling. He finally registered that he was in some sort of makeshift building.
He started to sit up slowly, expecting a pain that never came. Actually, he felt fine. He felt better than fine, at least physically. Inside, Etho didn’t know what to feel. There were so many emotions churning inside him, fighting for control. He was angry with the CMA and Nebris for breaking their arrangement and attacking early. He felt helpless knowing so many had died, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. He was full of self-pity as he reminded himself that he would never be able to return to his carefree existence with the Mindcrackers and Nebris…
Nebris.
His most dominant feeling, though, was confusion. A majority of it was fueled by his dream. His heart beat at the speed of light as he tried to wrap his head around it.
He wasn’t quite sure at what point during the dream he had become lucid, but by the time Nebris lay dying, he knew it wasn’t real. He knew all the enemy soldiers he had killed were just figments of his imagination, and that Nebris was alive and well back at the enemy camp. He did know that, right? What would Nebris or any of the Mindcrackers gain from fighting and actually risking their lives? There was no way any of them would bother putting themselves in harm’s way. They wouldn’t do that, would they?
Before he had a chance to contemplate the questions, a bright light came from the far side of the room. It was quickly cut off by a man’s figure, only to reappear when he stepped out of the way. A small female figure – T, he assumed – replaced it. She closed the door behind herself, and they were plunged back into the shadows.
“Why is it so dark in here?” The words came form the man who Etho recognized as the doctor. “Ah, that’s better,” he remarked, flipping a switch on a lamp Etho hadn’t previously noticed.
Etho blocked out as much light as he could with his arm and squinted, momentarily blinded. “Hey, I just woke up. Do you mind?”
“And a hell of a time to take a nap, too!” There was a hint of teasing in the doctor’s tone, but mostly there were just anger, frustration and nerves clearly worn thin.
“Why, did I miss something exciting? I hope you guys weren’t having too much fun without me.” Etho tried to sound playful, attempting to restore his usual lilt, but only succeeded in sounding condescending and ungrateful.
“Enough with the games, you two. I think we have more important matters to attend to.” Etho was struck by how authoritative T sounded, drastically different from the small child he comforted only the day before. Or had it been longer?
“How long have I been unconscious?”
“Five, six hours, it’s just midday now,” the doctor replied coolly, leaning up against the wall and almost disappearing into the shadows. “I was pretty surprised when T told me you were awake, even with the potions I expected you to be out for at least twelve hours.”
“But now that you’re up, you should probably be briefed on the current situation,” T added, looking pointedly at the doctor, who sighed.
“Even though, as your doctor, I would prefer you stay in bad for a least twenty four hours, she’s right. This is war. We need a leader, not bed rest.”
Etho sat up a little more in the bed he was on, trying to look as professional as possible. “Will Joe be joining us for the briefing?”
His friends exchanged uneasy glanced, and the doctor muttered, “That’s as good a place as any to start.” The two men straightened, the doctor clearing his throat and making firm eye contact with Etho as he prepared for what came next. “The CMA’s explosive assault decimated both our base and our soldiers. Two-thirds of our army is either KIA or MIA. Joe Hills is among the dead, sir.”
Etho nodded. He had guessed as much, but he had hoped Joe’s death had been a delusion from his dream. He wished he could do something to honor the death of the man who had given his life to shield him, but there would be time to mourn when the war was over, if Etho didn’t join the deceased first. He couldn’t let all the death affect him too much. He still had one-third of an army to lead.
“And the survivors?”
“Injured. Shell-shocked. But they’re still full of fire and ready to fight for you.”
Ready to fight for him.
His army, his war, his responsibility.
“Injured? How long until they’re ready to fight?” Etho asked.
“Four or five days for the smaller injuries, six weeks for the more severe ones.”
“We don’t have five days, let alone six weeks!” Etho was beginning to panic. What would he do if he didn’t have an army backing him? What could he do?
“I know. We’re working to brew as many potions as we can to help them get back on their feet faster. But most of our potion supplies are back at the base.”
Etho took a deep breath, attempting to regain his calm. He longed for the days before all of this, where he was always calm and collected. What happened to that Etho? Back then life was stress-free and easy. Back then life was a given. Now, it seemed, any day could be his last.
“Then send some scouts out to retrieve the supplies,” Etho suggested.
The doctor shook his head. “I’ve tried that, but the ones who are in good enough shape to go back there are afraid and the volunteers are all bedridden.”
T stepped forward and raised her hand like she was in school. “I volunteer! I’ll go. It won’t take any time and I’ll be perfectly fine,” she insisted.
“No, no, no. That’s out of the question. You’re staying here where it’s safe.” Etho turned toward the doctor. “It is safe here, right?”
“Reasonably so for the time being, it is.” He answered Etho, and then addressed T, “And I agree with Etho on this one, you’re staying here.”
“You know what? I don’t care what you say!” T whined. “I’ll go anyway. You aren’t in charge of me.”
The doctor took a few steps towards her. “You’re right. I’m not in charge of you; we’re technically the same rank.” He pointed at Etho. “But he is. He’s your commanding officer and this is an army, not some childish democracy! When he gives you an order, you listen.” He lowered his arm. “Do you understand?”
Etho had never seen the doctor so forceful, or even use that harsh of a tone before, and it seemed neither had T. The child had shrunk down, any confidence or authority she had previously had worn stripped away, and she nodded slow, small nods, confirming she understood.
“Then I’ll go.”
Etho didn’t know where the words came from until they were already out of his mouth. His friends turned to look at him, clearly just as surprised as he was.
“I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea, sir,” the doctor remarked.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Etho told him as he started to climb out of the bed.
Twenty minutes, a small snack, and a quick check up on his soldiers later, and Etho was walking on the outskirts of the little army’s temporary camp with the doctor and T.
“Now, in case you haven’t already noticed, we’re here.” The doctor pointed to a spot that marked one of the ruined underground base’s many hidden exits. “We’re behind the mountain. You would have to hike up that ridge to even get close to seeing the valley or the CMA’s camp. The tunnel into the base is just over there, but it’s caved in a little so you may have to dig through some rubble.
“There’s a chance that there’s some CMA soldiers scouting the area, but I highly doubt it. Be on the lookout anyway. After you get inside the base, the potion supplies are in the medical tent, you know where that is. Feel free to rummage around and see if you find anything else useful, but I wouldn’t spend too much time in there.”
Etho stopped walking and turned to the doctor.
“Are you sure you’re just a doctor?” he teased, forcing a smile. Etho knew he should be thankful for all the help his friend has given him, but his emotions were still a bit of a mess and his mind was still stuck on that crazy dream he had.
“Well, I was only trained as a doctor. But I’m not too bad at running an army, apparently.” The doctor smiled.
Etho nodded in agreement and turned to T, bending down slightly so they were at eye level. “I’ll be back before nightfall. Try to behave yourself while I’m gone.”
T rolled her eyes but gave a nod of agreement. Etho stood up and started walking down the path that led to the base, giving his friends a small wave over his shoulder.
During the short walk to the base, Etho couldn’t help think but over that dream he had.
He had killed Nebris. Accidentally, of course. But he had done it, and it hurt more than he could have ever imagined. With his last breath, Nebris had told him to end the war, to save all the innocent soldiers. Was Nebris telling him to kill himself so the war could end? There’d be nothing to left to fight for if the CMA got what they wanted – Etho’s head.
But…no. That couldn’t be. Nebris didn’t want him dead. He said so himself. Well, dream Nebris did. But that was the same thing, right? No. Dreams were different. Dreams weren’t reality. That’s how it worked. But still, Nebris probably wanted the war over and Etho dead.
Etho realized he needed to stop thinking like that. It didn’t matter what the others wanted, he had the right to live just as much as anyone else. He didn’t do anything wrong.
He considered that maybe he was going crazy. He pushed the thought away as he approached the entrance to the base.
He made his way through the rubble carefully. He was on high alert, looking for any CMA soldiers that might be wandering around. After an initial scan of the base that proved it to be deserted except for the bodies scattered around, Etho realized he had forgotten to bring a weapon. Dangerous thing to overlook.
Instead of heading straight to the back to look for the potion supplies, Etho went on the hunt for a weapon. He found many various swords and bows, but nothing he would want to wield. A little more hunting and he came across a heavily enchanted diamond axe lying on one of the few still-standing tables. His weapon of choice. How convenient. He chose not to question it and picked it up, sheathing it in its holster around his waist.
He continued to wander around for a while, not really doing anything in particular, just walking and taking in the destruction. He was in the main room, near where he found T just a day ago, crying and cornered by her fellow soldiers after accidentally killing one of their leaders, when he heard a set of footsteps that weren’t his own.
He turned quickly and reached for the axe at his waist.
“Don’t even try it.”
The gravelly voice was all too familiar, and Etho moved his hands away from his weapon. Nebris had a bow drawn and aimed at Etho’s chest, his purple gaze hard and showing no emotion.
“Hey, Nebris.” Etho put a fake cheer into his voice. He wasn’t going to look defeated and weak in front of Nebris if he could help it. “Like the renovations?” He gestured to the crumbling base they stood in. “I didn’t have much choice in the matter but I actually sort of –”
“Don’t.” Nebris cut him off. “Don’t play games with me, Etho.” He sounded almost tired, as if he was so very done with everything.
“Oh, okay.” Etho dropped the cheery act. “I thought you of all people would appreciate the games. Isn’t that what war has always been to you? A game.”
“This was never a game to me! Why would you ever think that? War and death…that isn’t a game.”
Etho thought back to what the dream Nebris had said. He had called war a game, had said it was fun, not Etho and he had surely never believed it.
“You’re right, they’re not.” Etho sighed. “Listen, Nebris, I – ”
“No.” Nebris interrupted him again, tone flat and even. “You listen. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What you’ve caused?”
“I’ve told you – it was an accident. I didn’t mean for anyone to die.”
“Of course not. You never ‘mean’ to do anything. You just do it and let others deal with the consequences.”
“Sorry,” was all Etho had to say.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
Etho looked at the bow in Nebris’ hand and back at his eyes. “I don’t have a reason.”
“Well, you better think of one!”
“I…I don’t know, Nebris! I already told you it was an accident. What else can I say?”
“Give me a reason. Now. Before my arm gets tired.”
Etho didn’t know what to say. He had never had to beg for his life before. “Maybe because we used to love each other? Is that worth my life?”
When Nebris didn’t respond, he went on. “No? Okay. How about all those people back at my camp that want me alive? What about those people who are willing to risk their lives, willing to die for me? Is that good enough?” Nebris continued to not say anything, and Etho felt tears prick at his eyes. He was so afraid. He felt nothing but fear fill his heart. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do?
He took a step closer to Nebris.
“What about a little girl who cares enough about me to risk her life? A child. Is she worth my life? Or all these dead bodies.” He gestured to the bodies wearing his army’s grey-blue fatigues that littered the base’s floor. “All these people who already have died for me. Is their sacrifice worth my life?”
Etho took a step closer and he was shouting now. “I don’t know, Nebris! I really don’t have a good enough reason to live, do I? All I’m doing is getting people killed! I deserve that arrow in my chest! So just do it.” Etho felt all the energy drain from his body. All his will to live and fight, gone.
Etho stared into Nebris’ eyes, pleading with him. “Go ahead. Just do it.”
Nebris shook his head and lowered his bow, but remained expressionless. “What are you doing?” Etho didn’t understand. “Do it. Take my life! Better you than anyone else.”
“It’s not my life to take.” Nebris turned and walked out of the main entrance of the base.
Post-notes: Hope you liked the chapter! Let me know any questions/comments/concerns you have! Love to hear them, as always! Thanks to my lovely beta Aleks(apositi) for being amazing!
Links:
Song that inspired this story
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Etho woke up to a voice filled with both confusion and joy.
“Wait right here. I’ll be right back,” T commanded him, still smiling, before she ran out of his view.
It was at that time that Etho realized he was lying down. The sky seemed odd, and it wasn’t a color he would ever associate with the sky. Not the bright blue of day, or the black of night, nor the greyish fog of a cloudy day. And then he realized he wasn’t looking at the sky, but at some sort of ceiling. He finally registered that he was in some sort of makeshift building.
He started to sit up slowly, expecting a pain that never came. Actually, he felt fine. He felt better than fine, at least physically. Inside, Etho didn’t know what to feel. There were so many emotions churning inside him, fighting for control. He was angry with the CMA and Nebris for breaking their arrangement and attacking early. He felt helpless knowing so many had died, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. He was full of self-pity as he reminded himself that he would never be able to return to his carefree existence with the Mindcrackers and Nebris…
Nebris.
His most dominant feeling, though, was confusion. A majority of it was fueled by his dream. His heart beat at the speed of light as he tried to wrap his head around it.
He wasn’t quite sure at what point during the dream he had become lucid, but by the time Nebris lay dying, he knew it wasn’t real. He knew all the enemy soldiers he had killed were just figments of his imagination, and that Nebris was alive and well back at the enemy camp. He did know that, right? What would Nebris or any of the Mindcrackers gain from fighting and actually risking their lives? There was no way any of them would bother putting themselves in harm’s way. They wouldn’t do that, would they?
Before he had a chance to contemplate the questions, a bright light came from the far side of the room. It was quickly cut off by a man’s figure, only to reappear when he stepped out of the way. A small female figure – T, he assumed – replaced it. She closed the door behind herself, and they were plunged back into the shadows.
“Why is it so dark in here?” The words came form the man who Etho recognized as the doctor. “Ah, that’s better,” he remarked, flipping a switch on a lamp Etho hadn’t previously noticed.
Etho blocked out as much light as he could with his arm and squinted, momentarily blinded. “Hey, I just woke up. Do you mind?”
“And a hell of a time to take a nap, too!” There was a hint of teasing in the doctor’s tone, but mostly there were just anger, frustration and nerves clearly worn thin.
“Why, did I miss something exciting? I hope you guys weren’t having too much fun without me.” Etho tried to sound playful, attempting to restore his usual lilt, but only succeeded in sounding condescending and ungrateful.
“Enough with the games, you two. I think we have more important matters to attend to.” Etho was struck by how authoritative T sounded, drastically different from the small child he comforted only the day before. Or had it been longer?
“How long have I been unconscious?”
“Five, six hours, it’s just midday now,” the doctor replied coolly, leaning up against the wall and almost disappearing into the shadows. “I was pretty surprised when T told me you were awake, even with the potions I expected you to be out for at least twelve hours.”
“But now that you’re up, you should probably be briefed on the current situation,” T added, looking pointedly at the doctor, who sighed.
“Even though, as your doctor, I would prefer you stay in bad for a least twenty four hours, she’s right. This is war. We need a leader, not bed rest.”
Etho sat up a little more in the bed he was on, trying to look as professional as possible. “Will Joe be joining us for the briefing?”
His friends exchanged uneasy glanced, and the doctor muttered, “That’s as good a place as any to start.” The two men straightened, the doctor clearing his throat and making firm eye contact with Etho as he prepared for what came next. “The CMA’s explosive assault decimated both our base and our soldiers. Two-thirds of our army is either KIA or MIA. Joe Hills is among the dead, sir.”
Etho nodded. He had guessed as much, but he had hoped Joe’s death had been a delusion from his dream. He wished he could do something to honor the death of the man who had given his life to shield him, but there would be time to mourn when the war was over, if Etho didn’t join the deceased first. He couldn’t let all the death affect him too much. He still had one-third of an army to lead.
“And the survivors?”
“Injured. Shell-shocked. But they’re still full of fire and ready to fight for you.”
Ready to fight for him.
His army, his war, his responsibility.
“Injured? How long until they’re ready to fight?” Etho asked.
“Four or five days for the smaller injuries, six weeks for the more severe ones.”
“We don’t have five days, let alone six weeks!” Etho was beginning to panic. What would he do if he didn’t have an army backing him? What could he do?
“I know. We’re working to brew as many potions as we can to help them get back on their feet faster. But most of our potion supplies are back at the base.”
Etho took a deep breath, attempting to regain his calm. He longed for the days before all of this, where he was always calm and collected. What happened to that Etho? Back then life was stress-free and easy. Back then life was a given. Now, it seemed, any day could be his last.
“Then send some scouts out to retrieve the supplies,” Etho suggested.
The doctor shook his head. “I’ve tried that, but the ones who are in good enough shape to go back there are afraid and the volunteers are all bedridden.”
T stepped forward and raised her hand like she was in school. “I volunteer! I’ll go. It won’t take any time and I’ll be perfectly fine,” she insisted.
“No, no, no. That’s out of the question. You’re staying here where it’s safe.” Etho turned toward the doctor. “It is safe here, right?”
“Reasonably so for the time being, it is.” He answered Etho, and then addressed T, “And I agree with Etho on this one, you’re staying here.”
“You know what? I don’t care what you say!” T whined. “I’ll go anyway. You aren’t in charge of me.”
The doctor took a few steps towards her. “You’re right. I’m not in charge of you; we’re technically the same rank.” He pointed at Etho. “But he is. He’s your commanding officer and this is an army, not some childish democracy! When he gives you an order, you listen.” He lowered his arm. “Do you understand?”
Etho had never seen the doctor so forceful, or even use that harsh of a tone before, and it seemed neither had T. The child had shrunk down, any confidence or authority she had previously had worn stripped away, and she nodded slow, small nods, confirming she understood.
“Then I’ll go.”
Etho didn’t know where the words came from until they were already out of his mouth. His friends turned to look at him, clearly just as surprised as he was.
“I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea, sir,” the doctor remarked.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Etho told him as he started to climb out of the bed.
Twenty minutes, a small snack, and a quick check up on his soldiers later, and Etho was walking on the outskirts of the little army’s temporary camp with the doctor and T.
“Now, in case you haven’t already noticed, we’re here.” The doctor pointed to a spot that marked one of the ruined underground base’s many hidden exits. “We’re behind the mountain. You would have to hike up that ridge to even get close to seeing the valley or the CMA’s camp. The tunnel into the base is just over there, but it’s caved in a little so you may have to dig through some rubble.
“There’s a chance that there’s some CMA soldiers scouting the area, but I highly doubt it. Be on the lookout anyway. After you get inside the base, the potion supplies are in the medical tent, you know where that is. Feel free to rummage around and see if you find anything else useful, but I wouldn’t spend too much time in there.”
Etho stopped walking and turned to the doctor.
“Are you sure you’re just a doctor?” he teased, forcing a smile. Etho knew he should be thankful for all the help his friend has given him, but his emotions were still a bit of a mess and his mind was still stuck on that crazy dream he had.
“Well, I was only trained as a doctor. But I’m not too bad at running an army, apparently.” The doctor smiled.
Etho nodded in agreement and turned to T, bending down slightly so they were at eye level. “I’ll be back before nightfall. Try to behave yourself while I’m gone.”
T rolled her eyes but gave a nod of agreement. Etho stood up and started walking down the path that led to the base, giving his friends a small wave over his shoulder.
During the short walk to the base, Etho couldn’t help think but over that dream he had.
He had killed Nebris. Accidentally, of course. But he had done it, and it hurt more than he could have ever imagined. With his last breath, Nebris had told him to end the war, to save all the innocent soldiers. Was Nebris telling him to kill himself so the war could end? There’d be nothing to left to fight for if the CMA got what they wanted – Etho’s head.
But…no. That couldn’t be. Nebris didn’t want him dead. He said so himself. Well, dream Nebris did. But that was the same thing, right? No. Dreams were different. Dreams weren’t reality. That’s how it worked. But still, Nebris probably wanted the war over and Etho dead.
Etho realized he needed to stop thinking like that. It didn’t matter what the others wanted, he had the right to live just as much as anyone else. He didn’t do anything wrong.
He considered that maybe he was going crazy. He pushed the thought away as he approached the entrance to the base.
He made his way through the rubble carefully. He was on high alert, looking for any CMA soldiers that might be wandering around. After an initial scan of the base that proved it to be deserted except for the bodies scattered around, Etho realized he had forgotten to bring a weapon. Dangerous thing to overlook.
Instead of heading straight to the back to look for the potion supplies, Etho went on the hunt for a weapon. He found many various swords and bows, but nothing he would want to wield. A little more hunting and he came across a heavily enchanted diamond axe lying on one of the few still-standing tables. His weapon of choice. How convenient. He chose not to question it and picked it up, sheathing it in its holster around his waist.
He continued to wander around for a while, not really doing anything in particular, just walking and taking in the destruction. He was in the main room, near where he found T just a day ago, crying and cornered by her fellow soldiers after accidentally killing one of their leaders, when he heard a set of footsteps that weren’t his own.
He turned quickly and reached for the axe at his waist.
“Don’t even try it.”
The gravelly voice was all too familiar, and Etho moved his hands away from his weapon. Nebris had a bow drawn and aimed at Etho’s chest, his purple gaze hard and showing no emotion.
“Hey, Nebris.” Etho put a fake cheer into his voice. He wasn’t going to look defeated and weak in front of Nebris if he could help it. “Like the renovations?” He gestured to the crumbling base they stood in. “I didn’t have much choice in the matter but I actually sort of –”
“Don’t.” Nebris cut him off. “Don’t play games with me, Etho.” He sounded almost tired, as if he was so very done with everything.
“Oh, okay.” Etho dropped the cheery act. “I thought you of all people would appreciate the games. Isn’t that what war has always been to you? A game.”
“This was never a game to me! Why would you ever think that? War and death…that isn’t a game.”
Etho thought back to what the dream Nebris had said. He had called war a game, had said it was fun, not Etho and he had surely never believed it.
“You’re right, they’re not.” Etho sighed. “Listen, Nebris, I – ”
“No.” Nebris interrupted him again, tone flat and even. “You listen. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What you’ve caused?”
“I’ve told you – it was an accident. I didn’t mean for anyone to die.”
“Of course not. You never ‘mean’ to do anything. You just do it and let others deal with the consequences.”
“Sorry,” was all Etho had to say.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
Etho looked at the bow in Nebris’ hand and back at his eyes. “I don’t have a reason.”
“Well, you better think of one!”
“I…I don’t know, Nebris! I already told you it was an accident. What else can I say?”
“Give me a reason. Now. Before my arm gets tired.”
Etho didn’t know what to say. He had never had to beg for his life before. “Maybe because we used to love each other? Is that worth my life?”
When Nebris didn’t respond, he went on. “No? Okay. How about all those people back at my camp that want me alive? What about those people who are willing to risk their lives, willing to die for me? Is that good enough?” Nebris continued to not say anything, and Etho felt tears prick at his eyes. He was so afraid. He felt nothing but fear fill his heart. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do?
He took a step closer to Nebris.
“What about a little girl who cares enough about me to risk her life? A child. Is she worth my life? Or all these dead bodies.” He gestured to the bodies wearing his army’s grey-blue fatigues that littered the base’s floor. “All these people who already have died for me. Is their sacrifice worth my life?”
Etho took a step closer and he was shouting now. “I don’t know, Nebris! I really don’t have a good enough reason to live, do I? All I’m doing is getting people killed! I deserve that arrow in my chest! So just do it.” Etho felt all the energy drain from his body. All his will to live and fight, gone.
Etho stared into Nebris’ eyes, pleading with him. “Go ahead. Just do it.”
Nebris shook his head and lowered his bow, but remained expressionless. “What are you doing?” Etho didn’t understand. “Do it. Take my life! Better you than anyone else.”
“It’s not my life to take.” Nebris turned and walked out of the main entrance of the base.
Post-notes: Hope you liked the chapter! Let me know any questions/comments/concerns you have! Love to hear them, as always! Thanks to my lovely beta Aleks(apositi) for being amazing!
Links:
Song that inspired this story
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 03:40 am (UTC)And, yus, poor Etho. Poor, poor, Etho. *giggles*
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 04:19 am (UTC)Your hiding something.
Ah, well, writers will have their fun just don't go making us wait 3 months please
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 03:48 am (UTC)-Eclipse
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 03:53 am (UTC)But if anyone has any guesses, I would love to hear them! :D
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 05:30 am (UTC)-Eclipse
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Date: Monday, July 21st, 2014 08:37 am (UTC)Ive missed both you and this fic.
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Date: Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014 03:22 pm (UTC)I have to say, your writing is really great!
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