I woke up when the sun was already up in the sky. I turned and looked at my clock. It was 9:45 in the morning.

I got up knowing very well what I wanted to do. I needed to find Discord. But how? Nopony has seen him. Nopony knew where he was at. If Fluttershy didn't know where then I knew it was going to be hard. Where was I even going to start? Maybe Discord didn't want to be found, but why? What was he doing? Maybe he just wanted to be alone. Maybe he just didn't want to deal with anypony’s shit. I don't know. Maybe I was just wasting my time with him. What was even the point of finding him? He didn't know anything. Or did he? I mean he did lie to my sister. Why? That was what I wanted to know. I thought for a while. I didn't really know what I wanted to do. I could find him but how long would that take. But will I get anything out of that? It sounded like it would be better just to do this on my own. But once again that would mean I would be on my own. And I was being proven that that wasn't working out so well. So what was I going to do? I didn't have much of a plan. I could find him or I could try to get answers by myself. It wasn't that it was a hard choice to make. It was more than I didn't know what choice would be better to make. Which option would get me further or at least somewhere?

I paced around my room for some time. It may surprise you to know that pacing was always a good way to think very deeply and clearly. Probably why I always did it. Because it was always a good way for me to think. I thought about where each option could leave me and what were the possibilities of what could happen. I also weigh down the pros and the cons, the good, the bad and the flaws. But even then I really didn't know what to do. The only question I guess was could I find him? How long will it take me? Does he even know anything? There was a big possibility I could be wasting my time just looking for him. I wanted to find Discord but I didn't know if I could. I didn't know why but I felt like he knew more than what I was seeing. Something was just telling me to find him. But could I?

I wasn't for sure how long I paced but I do know that my thoughts were interrupted by one of my hoof bumping into something. I looked down at the floor and saw that I bumped into a book that was lying on the floor. It must have been the same book from that one night when I knew for sure I heard someone calling my name. I guess I never picked it up or put it back. I stared at it for a moment before I used my magic to pick it up from the ground.

“Why do I keep finding you on the floor?”

I looked at the book wondering what was it about? I levitated the book up to my face and look down at the pages that were in the book. It was a history book about myths, legends, and events that had happened in Equestria history. I must have been reading the book before any of this had started. I do recall that I was trying to catch up on what I had missed in Equestria's history. Celestia gave me a lot of books when I first returned. I wasn't always the reading type but I did want to know what had happened and changed while I was gone. I didn’t really remember having this book, though. I guess that didn't really matter, though. It wasn’t the most important thing to know at that moment. I used my magic to turn the page. I was just flipping through the book for the heck of it. As I was looking through the pages, I came up to one that had a picture that had monsters ripping ponies apart in a cemetery that looked like everything was on fire. It was a very familiar scene. I didn't believe what I was looking at. I had to get a closer look just to make sure I was seeing correctly. It couldn't be. How could it be? The picture I was looking at was very close to what I saw that night at the cemetery. The monsters looked very much like the ones that attacked me that night. How was this possible? Did this picture mean something? Was it related to what happened to me? I started to read the next page trying to found anything that could relate to what happened that night at the cemetery.

What I got was some old story about some pony who was rich and had everything anypony could have ever wanted. But he had a very dark secret. He was a killer. People paid him to kill other ponies and that was how he made his money. He was never caught and nopony knew about the monster he really was. But one day one of his victim's family member did find out it was him. Unfortunately, no one believed her. So instead she summons a demon and cursed him. The demon sent him to some kind of prison that was like hell or something as a punishment for his crimes. His friends and family looked for him but he was never found. And nopony ever found out it was her. It was a very dark and depressing story.

I guessed that the picture was meant to be the place he was sent too. But why did it stand out to me? It went very well with the story. So why did I feel like this? Why did I feel like it was connected? No matter how hard I tried the thought wouldn't go away. The picture matched the scenery of that night. That couldn't be a coincidence. Could it? No, it couldn’t be. I didn't want to believe it. But yet, I felt like I didn't have much of a choice. This picture, it had to mean something. I just knew it. Something was telling me that it did. I didn't know what I thought. But I knew it meant something important.

I started flipping through the pages trying to find some answers. I looked at the front cover and even looked at the content and the author’s note trying to see if it said anything more about that picture. But nothing stood out? It was a picture by itself with no meaning. I turned the book around and looked at the back cover. Just when I thought I was at another dead end, I looked at the left bottom corner of the book and saw that the original price tag was still on the cover with the name of the store where the book was first bought from.

"Sophie's bookshop," I read out loud. I had never been there before but I was familiar with the name. Apparently, from what I have heard from Celestia and a few others, it was very well known for knowing a lot of history and knew a lot about old artifacts and paintings. Maybe they could tell me about this picture. Maybe, someone, there would know if it meant anything. Or better yet maybe I could ask them about that cemetery. Maybe they knew a few things about it. I was starting to think that cemetery was more involved with this than I first thought. It all started when I went to that cemetery. That had to mean something. Which was a scary thought to me considering that cemeteries were meant to bury dead ponies.

As much as I wanted to find Discord, I thought maybe it would be better to get answers about that cemetery. Something was off about it and Discord must have felt it too. Something there followed me. No, it followed us. It followed the both of us. I needed to figure out what. Not just for me, but also for Discord. If something was happening to him, I needed to stop it. He didn't deserve to deal with something that I cause. I knew what I was going to do next. I didn't know if the owner would know anything about the cemetery but I had no other options. I was on the set of another dead end and I needed some answers. I needed to know what was going on. What more did I have to lose? I grab my saddle bag and put the book inside.

I left about 10:00. I knew by then my sister would be already starting her duties and I would not likely run into her. which was a good thing at the moment. I made sure to put on a cloak so nopony would be able to recognize me. The last thing I needed was a bunch of ponies gathering around me asking me a bunch of questions. By now I was pretty sure everypony knew about my little “accident”.

Soon I found myself walking on the streets of Canterlot.

Even though it was fairly early in the morning, it seems that everypony was already up and moving. For the streets were filled with ponies. I tried my best to not look noticeable and just blend in with everypony else. Luckily for me, everypony seem to be too busy and caught up with whatever they were doing. I kept my head down and kept walking on the sidewalk, hoping that I would find the bookshop quickly. I needed to be quick so no pony at the castle notices my absence. I didn't need Celestia to worry about me even more than she already was. And I didn't need to answer any more questions from her or anypony else. Of course, now that I thought of it, I have been avoiding answering all these questions. Everypony kept asking but I kept avoiding. I didn't know how long it would be before Celestia would start demanding them. Celestia did have some rights to know. Discord deserves to know and even Fluttershy deserves to know. But I said nothing. I felt so bad, but I couldn't tell them. I couldn't tell nopony.

I was quite surprised actually that she didn't press the matter further. I honestly thought that she would have been a lot firmer than she was in our conversation. Maybe she felt sorry for me. I had been through a lot and though she didn't know what, she did know something was going on with me. At least she was considering some of my feelings for once. Maybe she didn't want me too stressed out even more than I already was. But I didn't know how long it would last. Now that I knew she was getting suspicious, I had to be a lot more careful with the things I was doing. Which meant I needed to be quick and not have her find out what I was doing this morning. In all honesty, I barely knew what I was doing.

It felt like it took forever, but I finally managed to find the bookshop. I was standing by the glass door, watching ponies go in and come out. A part of me wanted to go in, but another was saying that this was pointless and I should go back to the castle. I didn't want anypony to hear me. I thought about coming back. But I was already here. Why wait? I stood there for 5 minutes. I took a deep breath and went in. The shop was gleaming inside and out, although it did have the sterile over air-conditioned feel of a big boxed in store. It wasn't a big inside but it was a decent size. It did have a lot of books, though.

Rows after rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward. There was a fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, along with a young adults section. There was also a children's section with low shelves and floor cushions, comfortable leather armchairs, and tables for quiet study. It totally reminded me of Twilight. How could one love a library so much like Twilight? I could never fully understand that. I mean books are okay but I was never in love with them or anything. I looked around at all of the books and wondered: where do they get all of these?

"Can I help you?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw a griffin standing not too far from me; her arms crossed. "You look a little lost."

"Sorry," I said.

She smiled."You're fine. But do you need help?"

"Yeah, actually I do. Do you work here?" I asked.

She laughed. "Yes, but I'm not an employee. I'm the owner."

My eyes widened. I was a little surprise. I almost didn't believe her." You are?" I questioned.

"Yes. Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"What? Oh, no. No, there's nothing wrong. I'm just a little shocked. That's all. You seem to be, you know-"

"Young," She finished. I gave her a guilty smile. It was clear to me that I wasn't the first to say that. "I'm 21."

"Sorry. I didn't mean anything bad by it," I said.

"Don't worry about it. I get it a lot," she said, still smiling. "It uses to be run by my mom. I took over after she died about 2 years ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry," I said sadly.

"Don't be. She had a good life. Also, I learned to accept death. Unlike most here, I don't really get upset about it. Not anymore at least. What's the point of being sad? I mean my mom would want me to be happy and move on with my life."

"I guess," I responded as I used my magic to pulled the book out of my bag. "I really never knew my mom. And she really never understood me." I signed sadly.

She nodded. "I know. It really does suck. I never knew my grandmother. From what I have heard, she was amazing. She died way before I was born, though. She was young. My mom was only a year old at the time. She left way too soon."

"I feel like a lot of things do," I said.

She shrugged."Fun while it lasts, right?"

"I guess." But I didn't agree with her. What was the point of having fun when you knew already how it was going to end?

"Can I see that book?" she said suddenly.

"What?"

"The book you're holding. Can I see it for a sec?" she sounded a little excited.

"Umm, sure,"I answered. I passed her the book with my magic. She opened it and started to flip through the pages. She smiled and gasped.

"I know this book. My mom would read some of the stories to me when I a kid. I haven't seen a copy of this book in years. It's an old book. They don't even print it anymore. It's that old. This book is about 200 years old. I'm amazed it's in great condition. Where did you get this from?"

"It was given to me by my sister," I said. "She knows how to take care of her things."

"I can tell. I just loved the stories in here."

"Well, I think some of them are a little...too much," I said, thinking about the story about the man who was a killer and the picture that looked like hell.

"My mom didn't tell me about them till I was older. But to be honest, there are not that scary. Really, only one was really dark." I already knew the story she was talking about.

"You're talking about the one with the man who was a killer and someone sent him to Hell or something?"

She nodded."Yep. That's the one. I heard it was based on a true story," she said, smiling creepily.

"I highly doubt that."

"Who knows? It could be. The curse is said to be real," she said.

"The curse?" I asked.

"The one in the story. When you really piss someone off, they summon a demon to haunt you or kill you."

"You really think that's real. There's no such thing."

"Believe what you want." She looked down at the book."I know what I see. I know what is real or not. I know the truth."

"So do I?" I snapped."And the truth is that it's not real."

"Sure. Just tell that to the boy who painted this picture," She said. It took me a second to realize that she was pointing at the picture I saw early that morning. Wait, she said boy. A boy painted the picture. That meant she really had to know about it.

Maybe this visit wouldn't be a waste of time.

"Boy. What boy?"

"His name was Psybeam. A very famous painter about 300 years ago. You can go to like any art museum and found his work there." She pointed at the picture." And this was his first. Many were impressed with his work. Mostly because he only painted things he really saw with his own eyes."

"I don't understand. Why would he paint that, then?" I asked.

She signed."A guess you want a history lesson then." She walked over to one of the table and sat down on one of the chairs. She looked up at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit."

I rolled my eyes but yet I listened. I sat on the chair in front of her."Okay?" I asked, waiting for her to speak. She place the book gently on the table.

"He was 17 at the time. He never believed in this stuff. Ghost, Jagges or what they are called now demons, curses, and Hell they were all silly to him. Mainly because of his parents. They kept him away from that. Said it wasn't healthy. But he had a friend and she believed. Some say she was practicing Black magic. Or what most ponies call it nowadays, shadow magic. But it was never proven or anything. Anyways, she took him to a cemetery one night. From what I read it was because she wanted to prove to him that it was real. But while they were there, she left. No one knows why. But she did. Said she'll be back. After awhile, she didn't come back and he decided to leave. And that's when he saw it."

I leaned in closer to her, very interested in everything she was saying.

"Saw what?"

She pointed at the picture."That." Though I already seen the picture, I looked at it as if it was the first time.

"At a cemetery, you say?"

"Yeah. Actually, they say it's not too far from here. Maybe about a hour away. No one goes there anymore. It hasn't been used in like 50, 60 years."

"What?" I was shocked. Not only he saw what I saw but it was at the same place too. It had to be the same cemetery. It was the closes one here. This had to be a connection. I just knew it.

"After that, everything changed for him. he tried to tell what he saw to others. But no one understood him. So he painted the picture. To show everyone what was really in this world. To show what he saw."

"What happened to him?"

"Well, like I said, he became an artist. He painted what stood out to him till he died. He was amazing," she said. She looked at the book. I could tell it meant something to her. She was just barely holding her tears. "Just like my mom. I miss her reading this to me."

"I'm really sorry. I know it hurts." I reached out my hoof and grab ahold of her one of her hands."It will be okay."

She froze the moment I touch her and looked up at me, weirdly. I was about to say something when she nodded and said, "I know. I'm fine. It's just...nothing. It's not important." She looked around the store." My mom loved this place."

"So are you Sophie or is that your mom's name?" I asked.

"That's my mom's. My name is Misty."

"Oh, okay. Just wanted to make sure."

"You're okay," Misty said. "So is there anything else you like to ask?"

"Actually, yes. The reason I came here was I heard you would know about a cemetery," I answered.

"Which one?" she asked.

"I believe it was the one you were just talking about?"

"With the painting? Okay. Yeah, it's not that far from here. There used to be a small village there a long time ago. Not many lived there."

"Why not? Was there something wrong with it?" I asked.

"Depend on what you believed and what you're scared of," Misty said as she closed the book.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the village had ponies mostly but there were some dragons, griffins, and zebras. Despite the differences, they all had one thing in common. Their beliefs. They all believed in the supernatural. The village was filled with psychics, witch doctors, shamans, and witches. At least, that's what they say. Many others ponies were scared of them. Some hated them because they were different."

I knew how that felt. I thought about the time before I was Nightmare Moon. I felt like ponies hated me because I was so different from Celestia. I acted nothing like her. I was more playful than her. I didn't take things as serious as Celestia. I just liked having fun. I didn't really put much thought into the things that I did. Celestia on the other hoof wanted to be perfect. She spent all her time trying to as wise like Star Swirl. She wanted to be like him. To be good at magic like him. I wanted to be good at magic but I guess I never really tried that hard to be. Then the rest started. But that's a whole another story. It didn't help, though. That was how everypony knew I was different. Because I was crazy. Maybe I still was. Maybe things would have been different if I acted more like them. Or at least, did a better job of hiding my secret.

"What happened to the village?" I asked.

"It was a fine place and all. For a while, at least. Then one day, about 100 years ago, everypony started to get sick all over Canterlot. Just right out of the blue. No one knew what caused it, no one could find a cure. It went on like that for years. Ponies getting sick and passing. Many did die, sadly. Once you got it, you were dead. It was worse because it was a painful death. Very slow. You would get all these bumps all over your body and your face would turn red. You would feel like you were on fire. Then your throat would swell up, making harder to breathe- "

"I get it. It was a bad disease," I said quickly. I wanted her to just get to the point.

"It would take 2 weeks before you would die. Very slow and painful. It was a bad time. Many wanted to know why it was happening. Or what was causing it. So some did try to find out what was going on. What some did notice was no one in that village got sick. So they were blamed. Of course, the villagers said they didn't do anything. They told Princess Celestia, but she said there wasn't enough proof. But it turned out that someone from that village did cause the disease."

"What?! Why?" I asked. I didn't understand. How could someone do this-this to innocent lives?

"In his words: To give more to his master," she said. "I know. Bullshit."

"It is, but what did he mean by that?"

"There's no point explaining that. That's a whole another story. One for next time I'll say."

That's if there would be a next time. I thought. "How did he cause it? How did he spread it? How did he make such a deadly thing?"

"No one knows. He never said anything."

"So what happened to him?"

"He was punished for it. Locked up for the rest of his life. But the damage was done. Many were angered. They lost a lot of loved ones due to that monster. They wanted payback," Misty said.

"They locked the guy up. Isn't that payback enough?"

"They wanted him dead. They wanted him to be hung. They wanted him to be killed. It was the only way they would be happy with it. "

"But?" I asked.

"But Princess Celestia never believed in an eye for an eye," she explained. "No matter what ponies told her, she wouldn't kill him. She said it would be wrong of her to do that. She always had a habit of being too noble."

That I could say was true. Celestia said to kill ones that have killed would make you just as bad as them. Of course, she wouldn't sentence him to death.

"So what happened then? What did they do?" I asked.

"They were mad. So they decided to turn on the village. Everyone thought that the whole village was evil. Ponies started killing them. Some formed groups. They would wear masks and kidnapped anyone in that village and killed them," she said. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her hand."It was sad. It got way out of hand. It wasn't safe there anymore. So the villagers in the village left before they were killed."

"Did Celestia do anything?"

"Did all she could do. At least, that was what she said. But I believe she could have done more. She didn't even warn the villagers that they were wanted dead," she said, a hint of anger in her voice. "Some say that Celestia orders her guards to kill them. I don't believe that but she never really was fond of them as well. Others say it was why she didn't try so hard to protect the villagers."

I knew better than to believe that. Celestia was never like that. She wouldn't want anyone to be killed. Even if she didn't like them. I wanted to say something bad to her. My sister cared about all her subjects. She must have done everything she could do. I mean, she can't change how they felt or what they did. Misty shouldn't have to blame my sister for the action of others. But I knew it was better to say nothing about that.

"I'm sure she did all she could have done," I assured her.

"I guess. Anyways, as time went on the village disappear. All that's left now is the cemetery."

"Wow, that's a lot to take in," I said.

"Well, that's all I got to say. There's not much left to say about it. Just that the last to be buried there was about 70 years ago."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

She laughed a little. "Because it was my grandmother. The one I told you about earlier." She got up from her chair and started to walk up to the counter.

"Wait." I got up and followed her. "Your grandmother lived in the village?"

"Yes, as a child. She was 10 when she left with her family. But she still wanted to be buried there with her parents when she died," Misty answered. "She wanted to be with her kind." I froze the second she said that. "Her kind." Like as one of the villagers. It couldn't be.Yet, that was all too familiar. The only one said it like that to me. And come to think of it she was a griffin. Just like Misty...

"What was your grandmother's name?" I didn't know why, but I felt like it was important to ask that.

"My grandmother's name? Her name was Dusty."

"Dusty?" I asked.

"Yes."

I nearly fell over. I knew right away where I heard that name from. The gravestone I was looking at that night. The name on it was Dusty. Were they the same griffin? Did me and Discord looked at the same gravestone of the one who attacked me?

Dusty lived in the village, was buried there and me and Discord looked at it. It couldn't be, though. But it made sense. That would mean I was...no. There was no way I was being haunted by a ghost. They don't exist. They couldn't be the same griffin. Maybe they had the same name. And lived in the same place?

"Princess Luna? Is that you?"

I looked up at her, shaking. Crap. She knows. "What? No." She leaned closer to me as I trotted back. "What are you doing?"

"It is you," she said shocked. She gave a quick bow. "I'm stunned you would come here. I mean why would you want to know all of this?"

"I'm sorry but I have to leave." I turned around to leave.

"Please, wait for a second," Misty cried as grab ahold of one of my hooves. "Just tell me why you want to know this stuff."

I turned and face her with a mad glare. "Let go," I said. I pulled my arm out of her hand. "I'm leaving now and I don't have to explain myself to you."

She stared at me for a minute."You broke your wing at a cemetery, right?" I looked at her weirdly. It was like she took no reaction to what I just said.

"Yes, why?" I answered harshly.

"Was it the one I was talking to you about?"

"Why is that important to you?"

She gasped."It was, wasn't it? That means you saw her, right? That's why you're here? Cause you saw what Psybeam saw? Because you saw my grandmother?" She sounded excited about it.

I wasn't excited. That griffin has been putting me through hell. How could she be excited? "You saw my grandmother. But that would mean.." she paused and looked up at me. "You're one of us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"But you do. I felt it when you touch my hand at the table. And I felt it again just now when I touch you.You are one of us.That's why here.You saw something that night.You saw what he saw."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I cried.

"You can't hide from the truth. No matter how hard you tried. You can't," she said. "You are-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. She quickly stopped talking and started taking steps back. "I'm not one of you. So stop saying I am."

"But Princess," She paused. We both realized that the ponies in the shop were now staring at us. I was hoping that nopony knew it was me. I looked back at her

"I never once said what we were." I was taken back by that. I should have known better than to act up like this. I realized my mistake and also what she had meant by that.

"I'm sorry, Misty." And I ran out of the shop.

It was 10:30 in the morning.

I went back to my room and spent a whole hour doing nothing but crying. I felt so guilty for what I did at the bookshop. I was angry at the pain that wouldn't leave me. I was so stressed out from trying so hard to hide from everypony, even Celestia. I was upset on how much it hurt to hold everything in place. I was so close to breaking. I was slowing falling apart. Why did I feel this way? Why was this happening to me? How could I stop this?

I cried till I ran out of tears. But even then, the pain was still there. I saw no end to this. I felt sick all over again. It was getting worse. It was only a matter of time before Celestia found out. Then once again, Equestria would think I was crazy. Who was I kidding? I was crazy. No doubt about it. I was hearing things, seeing things and the nightmares...It wasn't normal. I wasn’t normal. I couldn't go through one night without a light on. I was scared of my own night. I was hating the time when Celestia would have to lower the sun. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't do anything anymore.

Misty said I couldn't hide from the truth. She was right. I have been trying to hide from it for too long. I was crazy and that was the cold, hard truth. I wasn't normal. I was Princess Luna, the crazy alicorn princess. That was what I always was and what I would always be. I couldn't change that. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn't run away from the truth. And once Celestia found out, it would get even worse than it was now. I could see it now; being locked a room, being drugged every other hour, always watched.

No. I wasn't going to put through that. Not this time. I needed to end this before it was too late. But how? I looked up at my nightstand and saw my painkillers.

Maybe they could kill my pain.

For the first time in a while, I smiled.

I got up and took my painkillers with me into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked just as crazy as I was. I started crying again. Was I really going to do this? I felt myself shaking really badly.

It's okay. It will be over soon.

I used my magic to open the bottle of the pills that would soon kill my pain. I took a deep breath. There was no turning back. This was it. This was the end. I wouldn't feel like this anymore. It would be all gone. I put the bottle close to my mouth.

Do it. Do it. What are you waiting for?

That was the question. What was I waiting for? I couldn't come up with any reason. Unless that was the answer. Nothing. I was waiting for nothing. I closed my eyes.

Here it goes. I'm sorry, Twilight and her friends. I'm sorry, Equestria. I'm sorry, Discord. I'm sorry, sister. I wasn't strong enough. I tried. I really did, but my demons won. I can't take this anymore. I can't live like this. I'm sorry.

I looked at the bottle. It was time. I started to put the pills into my mouth.

I felt four pills in my mouth when I heard a loud crash in my room. I quickly thought it was Celestia checking up on me. I couldn't let her see what I was about to do. I spit the pills out and put them back in bottle quickly. I trotted out of the bathroom quickly, excepting to see my sister. But when I got out, my room was empty.

'Hello. Is someone in here?" I trotted by my bed and saw that my nightstand has been knocked over. "Oh, no. Not again."

Before I could think of anything, I got a strange feeling. I felt like there was something behind me. What if it was the Griffin...Dusty whoever she was or that bull-like creature from the Everfree forest? But then I realized. I still had my magic.

They won't get me without a fight.

I lit up my horn, turned around and blasted whatever was behind me. I saw a figure fly across the room and slam into the wall followed by a cry of pain.

"Show yourself. Who are you?”

The figure got up and walked up to me. My mouth widened at the sight.

"Well, hello to you too. I come by to check up on a friend and this is the greeting I get? I'm started to realize why you don't have many friends now, Luna." It was only 11:30 in the morning.

"Discord!?"

Author's Notes:

Well, Discord's back. Told ya he would be. So how was this chapter for you, guys. I hope it wasn't too dark for some of you.

I wanted this chapter to be really good. So I took more time on it. Also between life and a ton of school work, it took a while to get the time to write. Hoped you liked it.

Leave a comment and a like. Next chapter will be shorter but still good. Now since Discord is finally back.

Till next time!!!!!