It's been two years, hasn't it? Well, a long time ago, I did this fic, The Battle for Friendship, which, looking back now, wasn't very good grammar-wise, but had an original plot. Well, I asked my viewers about the idea of a sequel, and they all agreed. Because I had already started doing one, I decided to go ahead and work my fingers off to post it up.
Fall came and went, and I never did post it. In fact, I gave up on it because it strayed off-topic a majority of the time, and was just not working out. However, it never left my mind, and nagged at me, even after I went AWOL and my old laptop died. So, recalling the events I enjoyed (though I'm sad to leave out the Stantler organization of S.A.N.T.A. Stantler Annoy Naughty Trainers Always because it's not worth it), I decided to re-write it.
And having discovered the site again, I figured: "Why not? I made a promise, so I'll stick to it." So, here it is, the long-awaited sequel my readers have been waiting for two years to read.
Sorry about the long intro, I just wanted to give a little background history as to why the sequel's so late.
Some parts won't make sense unless you read the prequel, but it's not quite recommended. This takes place 25 years after the war ended. Oh, and though it doesn't make sense, I ended up still having Mia live in a house xD. It stuck from the first version, so I had to. And as mentioned in the prequel's epilogue, she's married to Mewtwo, who speaks in Italics.
Rated PG for mild language, mild peril and violence.
Disclaimer: The Pokémon characters here or mentioned are copyrighted to Satoshi Tajiri. The few original characters in here are of my creation.
Now, without further ado, here's Finding the Golden Rule. Enjoy!
Mount Silver, the only other true landmark that connects Kanto with Johto next to Tohjo Falls east of New Bark Town, usually is a peaceful place. Many Pokémon species thrive amid the mountain's shadows, their power abnormally greater than those that live further away. The elevation and strong creatures make the trip dangerous. Like Cerulean Cave before it mysteriously collapsed, the Pokémon League had control over it, choosing who went in the territory or not. The rule had always been followed by the loyal Trainers, who took his or her time to meet the special requirement of becoming a Pokémon Master. Only a few had entered and returned unscathed.
But rules were meant to be broken, whether for good or bad, as was the case with illegal organizations that have spread throughout the land. Team Rocket never was the one to obey and stay broken up. Believed to have ended years ago, no one suspected Mount Silver to be targeted by them, one of their first acts in returning. Neither did they have knowledge of the official satellite that was launched back in the days of their reign. Having cleverly disguised it as the Hoenn's project, it still continued to remain in orbit, taking snapshots of the rain forests, jungles, even the trenches of the sea in their greedy search for rare and powerful Pokémon.
Their search happened to end up at Silver, sending the headquarters amazing photos of the grasslands and even sneak peeks into the caves if it caught any holes in the rock. The Grunts were astonished, their slow minds barely soaking in anything it was telling them. The few Admins saw the profit they could make with the powerful creatures living there. The pictures were at random, yet very clear and vividly colored. When the satellite passed into the mountains of Blackthorn, they gathered up the photos into a separate file and sent it off to the higher ranks.
After thoroughly searching them, reports came in a couple hours later with their opinions:
“We've already sent Grunts over to the mountain, and none of them succeeded, if still alive.”
“You can find Gyarados anywhere. What makes these so special?”
“Tyranitar don't agree with us.”
“Last time we were there, the Pokémon League almost caught us poaching.”
These were from the different groups who had been assigned a certain amount of pictures. But one found an extraordinary photograph they never commented to the others. Instead, it was immediately sent to the Secretary, and he nearly fainted upon glancing at it. Without another word to the others, he sped for the office of Team Rocket's leader, barging through the door with cries of “Sir, they found it!”
The man, usually one who lost his temper very easily upon disruption, grew very interested, and didn't even snap at him to leave. From his seat, he shot up very quickly, and reached out a hand for the report. He was handed a single satellite photo of what appeared to be grassland. Clearly shown in the middle was a small, salmon-colored Pokémon, the shape of a cat. The long, skinny tail was in a loop, frozen during its flips. Nearby was a small, greenish-gray Larvitar, lying on its back so its ruby-red belly was seen, arms sprawled out. But it wasn't important, no. The cat was the main interest.
A sinister grin appeared on the Rocket Boss's face, and an evil chuckle emitted from his throat. “Excellent work,” he congratulated, his dark eyes unable to tear away from the picture. “Where was this taken?”
“Mount Silver, Sir,” he reported, standing erect. “Our satellite passed by a couple of hours ago.”
“Well then, by the time we get the copters ready, it'll be around sunset. If it hasn't already left, the Mew would be sleeping.” Releasing the photo so it drifted to his desk, he pointed out the door. “Gather our strongest henchmen and get them on the copters in fifteen minutes. We can't let this one get away.”
With a salute, the Secretary ran out of the office. A greedy glint to the eye, the boss sat back down, hands clasped together. It's been many years since he last seen it, yes. False reports have been made about sightings of it, but pictures never lie. Not even the rarest of all Pokémon could escape from a spacecraft.
The power would soon be his.
Chapter One: Capture
“Mommy, why do I have to go to bed? It's only summer.”
Mia smiled at the comment, holding her gently to attempt to wash her daughter's face. “I know, Bianca, but even little Mews have to get their rest.”
The small kitten kept squirming in her mother's hands, trying to escape from the drenched washcloth. “Mmph, I'm not tired. I could play with Dillian all night long.”
“There are dangerous predators out at night,” her mother explained, scrubbing Bianca's cheek when the child couldn't bend any further. “Many are Dark Pokémon, and not very friendly. If you were to get hurt, I'd be very sad.”
“Dillian's a Dark Pokémon, and we get along just fine.”
A fit of laughter came from the doorway, and the little Mew scowled at her brother. He was slightly taller than her and white instead of pink, but he was the same height as Mia. He was leaning up against the entrance, violet tail swishing in mirth. Pointing at her with a knob-like finger, he gasped, “Doofus! He's a Ground! Everybody knows that!”
“Andrew, don't call her names,” his mother warned, failing to see the tongue her daughter stuck out.
His sapphire eyes lightened up when he answered “Yes, Mom,” frowning at his sister's expression. “But she's making faces at me!”
Mia released her when she was finished, sighing heavily. “Kids, not before your bedtime. Andrew, let me wash your face.”
“I already did!” he quickly exclaimed, backing away from the bathroom. “And I brushed my teeth, too!”
His twin flew up to him, narrowing her amethyst eyes. “Let me see, then!”
“No, get away!”
That was when a blue aura surrounded him, much to his disappointment. Sulking, he was pulled into his mother's grasp. He pouted as he sat on the counter, awaiting his fate. “Oh, Andrew,” she whispered, wringing the washcloth under the running water. “Why can't you get along with Bianca?”
“Because she's a girl,” he grumbled, his skinny arms folded tightly across his chest. “And girls carry loads of-ACKPTH!” The cold water made contact with his face before he could finish, and his sister enjoyed watching him struggle. She couldn't help but point and laugh.
It was lucky for him Mia was careful with her children. She was mild in her scrubbing, yet he would complain about his face being rubbed off or getting too clean. Bianca grew tired of poking fun of her brother and instead asked her mother questions. The answers were pleasing, though she would still get confused from it, adding even more queries. Andrew would roll his eyes as he listened, knowing he could give her his answers if she asked. He knew everything, after all. If Mom or Dad weren't around, he did it with a simple statement and left it at that. Sometimes though, he would get in trouble when she decided to get a second opinion.
Bianca decided to ask another question before she could fall asleep. As Mia tucked her in, she piped up, “Mommy, where'd you get that necklace?”
The Mew smiled, her fingers wrapping around the golden links. The single, curvy word “Friend” glinted in the lamp-light when it moved. “My best friend gave it to me when I was twelve, around twenty-five years ago.”
“Who was she?”
“Her name's Azalea Vanner, though her surname is now Fuji.”
“Is she a Pokémon like us?”
Mia shook her head. “She's a human.”
Andrew turned his attention toward his mother at the word. Human? As in what Nurse Joy was? “What's a human?” was his sister's next question. He rolled his eyes.
“You remember Nurse Joy from down the hill, in that big round building?” When her daughter nodded, she added, “That's what a human is, and that's who Azalea is. Only, she's not a nurse, but a mother. She has three daughters.”
Bianca sat up. “I don't understand. Why friends with a human?”
“Because she's a sweet-heart and a very brave woman. I still have yet to introduce you two to her. The next time I go back to visit, I'll bring you along.”
“Has Daddy met her?”
Mia grinned. “Once, back in the first days of engagement. He was...” She briefly looked away as she thought of a word that wasn't very offensive. “...very reluctant to go.”
“What's 'relactent' mean?”
“It means he didn't want to go,” her twin spoke up from his bed. “Right, Mom?”
She nodded. “Exactly.”
“But why?” the kitten wondered some more, her violet eyes bright with curiosity. “Why didn't he want to go?”
The Mew sighed to herself. She was afraid the subject would come up. Gently pushing her back down to the pillow, she replied, “When your father's ready to answer, you can ask him. But he still won't talk about it.”
“Oh, you curious little thing. One day, you'll know the answer.” She kissed her forehead lightly. “For now, sleep. You have much to do in the morning.”
“Aw, again?” But Bianca snuggled into her covers, turning to her side so she could face away from the wall.
Smiling, Mia flew over to Andrew. “Good night, son,” she whispered, kissing him as well. “Behave tonight, okay? You know I need my rest. Nurse Joy's orders.”
“When is it due again?” he asked, wiping a hand on his forehead. He hated good-night kisses.
She placed a hand on her bulging stomach. “In a few months, sometime after your birthday.”
“Five-years-old I'll be,” he grinned, laying his head down.
“And me!” his sister giggled, making him sigh.
Mia noticed. “Andrew, be nice to your sister. You two are very special twins. Be thankful Nurse Joy was able to keep you both alive until you no longer needed any medical support.”
Her pregnancy with the twins was a difficult one, as her body wasn't meant to carry them. She didn't know the dangers being a first-time mother, and thus didn't get the much rest she needed. Had it not been for a mysterious miracle, she would've lost them in the delivery. Now expecting again, she was more prepared and had asked for the twins' cooperation. Her powers were growing more limited, and eventually she'll be unable be able to move around. It was very different when it came to her two children. With the due date growing closer, she now needed to be cautious even more. Feeling herself becoming weak again, she turned out the light and proceeded to leave the room. “Where'd your father go, by the way? He's been out since after dinner.”
“Maybe he's talking to the neighbors?” Bianca guessed. “Or telling the Dark Pokémon to keep away?”
“No, Bianca, don't be stupid,” her brother snorted. “Why would he?”
“Andrew, what'd I say?”
“Sorry, Mom,” he muttered, turning around in his bed. “`Night.”
Waving to them, Mia softly closed the door. Exhaling deeply, she made her way out of the house. Opening the wooden front door, the cold chill of the mountain air blew in, stinging her skin with less intensity than it normally would, her delicate fur keeping the warmth close. She glanced around the shadowed yard for her husband. When her keen eyesight didn't see him near-by, she flew off a ways, hoping he wasn't too far from the house. Moaning under the pressure of carrying a child and feeling herself losing her strength, she gazed up at the night sky. Though the moon was out, the clouds from the previous rainstorm kept slinking in front of it, blocking the silver rays. He'd be coming back soon, she knew. Yet, there was a ledge not too far off. One could stand at the edge and see an endless mileage of grassland, the Pokémon Center within sight at the hill's edge below. And at the moment she looked over, she spotted the silhouette of her husband, over-looking the landscape.
Placing her hands underneath her belly to support it, she floated over to his side, spying the lights on inside the building. Glancing over, she saw he was indeed staring at the Center, a questionable look in his sharp eyes. Mia reached over to touch his shoulder. “Mewtwo, honey? It's time to come in,” she reminded him. “You've been out for a while.”
He nodded, shoulders heaving in a sigh. “I know, Mia,” he said, turning his attention to her. The eyes, though harsh in appearance, were soft in gaze. “Are the children in bed?”
“Without a fuss.” She smiled, even though she was steadily growing tired and in pain.
Sensing her fatigue increasing, Mewtwo gathered her in his bony, yet powerful arms, holding her close to his chest. Mia nuzzled up against him, ear pressed to hear his heartbeat. It was a remedy of hers when in stress to be held by her husband, kept warm by his soft fur and soothed by the life inside him. She closed her eyes when he began to rub her stomach. “It won't be long now,” he told her. “You are getting your rest, are you?”
“I don't repeat the same mistakes again,” she assured him. “Hopefully, I won't have problems this time.”
He wrapped his tail around them, looking back up to face the Center. Mia glanced up to know he was in his thoughts, yet the way he kept staring at the building got her concerned. “Is something wrong, hon?” she inquired.
He was silent for a few moments, thinking about what to say so as to not get her worked up. If she wasn't in her mood swings, he'd say exactly what he planned. He started carefully. “It's ironic how I promised to not make contact with a human being. And yet, here we live in a quiet, untouchable area with a nurse not too far off. Sure, she's a nice woman, but... I'm just surprised she said nothing about us.”
“She told us herself she would keep our identities a secret,” the Mew recalled from the first day they entered the valley. “It's been kept, hasn't it?”
“Yes, but... sometimes a Trainer would come by and stay at that place for a day or two. Now, no one outside the mountain range has seen hide nor tail of us, but it's only a matter of time before someone does.”
“Well, I trust her.”
“Mia, Mia... You've been around humans longer than I have.” She heard a quiet growl in his sternum, a warning he was beginning to lash out. “I, however, have been with the wrong group for too long. It's harder for me to trust than it is to you. Your human friend wasn't an exception. It's amazing you've kept contact all this time, and yet nothing has happened.”
“Azalea knows what her brother-in-law did was wrong,” Mia said, frowning. “But she's not him. Her husband's the same. He disagreed with his brother and suffered with him. What he did was his choice. But just because they're of the same family now doesn't mean you should judge her.”
“What if her off-spring find out about their uncle's past? Would they act upon it as well?”
“They're wonderful daughters, Mewtwo. Remember, even if there's a bad apple in a family, it doesn't mean the whole batch is spoiled. Tyler, though he looked up to his brother, had gone a different direction long before the other did his. He learns from his brother's mistakes and vows never to act upon them.”
“Children idolize easily. They could take this the wrong way.”
The cat sat up and stared Mewtwo in the eye sternly. She grasped his shoulders before continuing on. “Her children, honey, are grown-up now. They know the difference between good and evil, their parents taught them that. I promise you they're good people, and I trust them with my life. When will you learn to look at the world optimistically and find out for yourself not everyone's like... him? As long as there's still love in the world, there's the good. I learned this as a child many years ago. And our children are interested in life. One day, they will know the good and the bad. They can't be protected from the world for very long. It'll catch up to them.”
He shook his head. “No. I don't want them mentally scarred. They're not ready for reality. They can't learn this yet.”
“We're not going to throw everything in their faces, dear,” Mia sighed. “Little by little, we'll be teaching them. Every day, they're learning something new, for the good and bad. Just today, Andrew discovered exploring unknown territory can get him lost.”
Mewtwo groaned inwardly. He had spent the morning looking for his lost son when he wasn't in his room, growing impatient—and worried—with every unsuccessful hiding place he could be in. Upon finding him stuck inside a small hole in Silver's cave (“How in the WORLD did you get in there?!” he had yelled at him in disbelief before widening the opening), he nearly caved in part of the tunnel getting him out. After the scolding from his parents, Andrew was grounded. “Oh, how can we forget?” he dryly wondered.
“Whether he chooses to do it again or not will be his choice in life,” she continued, ignoring his satire. “But we gave the lecture to Bianca in hopes she wouldn't do it as well. These are small lessons, Mewtwo, but as they get older, they will be taught bigger things.”
“We have plenty of time for that talk,” he pointed out.
“There's that, but also about you.” Mia hugged him around the neck. “Bianca asked me why you didn't want to go visit Azalea at first. I told her to wait until you were ready.”
He raised his eyes worriedly to the heavens. He was afraid that certain question would come up. “I don't want the kids to think they have a... false father.”
“You aren't false!” she chided, surprised. “You're real, just like the rest of us! This proves it!” She grasped his hands and placed them on her stomach, just as the child inside kicked. “The twins prove it. I prove it. You just don't take pride in yourself, dear. And even if you do turn out false for whatever reason, just be real for the children. They have a father figure to look up to. Don't destroy it. Build it. For them.” She leaned her head up against his throat. “For me.”
Mewtwo slid his hands to her back, hugging her close. He closed his eyes, thoughts now turned to the twins. They indeed looked up to him, sometimes mimicking nearly every movement he did if they found it interesting, or even taking his words seriously. There were nights he heard the children arguing who acted like him the best, and he would chuckle about it. As their parent and current teacher, he knew what a figure he was to them. But the most important thing was caring for them. He was scared in the early hours, yes, frightened and worried about his son. Grounding him was the least bit of severity he could give, though thankful he was unharmed. It was a blessing, yet a curse all the same. With Mia, however, he knew it was more of a special gift than something he was stuck with unwillingly. And he couldn't say no to her.
They parted from the sweet embrace when his wife perked up. One of her ears flicked. “Do you hear something?” she whispered, looking around the area keenly.
Indeed he did; the source was coming from the sky. It wasn't a flap of wings of passing Murkrow, the whistling soar of the occasional Skarmory, or anything that came from a living creature. It was more the sound of beating fans at a very high speed that grew to a roar. The wind started to pick up swiftly, almost knocking the Mew over. Turning their attention to the above, they saw with horror the shape of a man-made flying machine against what little moon was shining. With the one came a few more, the whirs of the blade-like fans tuning in intensity. Its metallic shell gleamed perfectly at an angle, revealing a printed crimson “R” on the side.
The psychic cats gasped at one glance. “It's them!” Mia breathed heavily, eyes unable to tear away from the fleet of helicopters. “They found us!”
Mewtwo took action at once. “Mia, fly back and get the children!” he ordered, standing up, still clutching her to his chest. “Take them to Mount Silver immediately! They can't all follow you there.”
“What will you do?” she queried once released from his grip.
“I'll keep them at bay to give you some time. Don't argue with me and go.”
“No! I can't leave you alone!”
“There isn't time!” he growled, eyes blazing in rage. She backed away a bit from the sight, shivering in fear. “Take the kids and hide! I'll catch up.”
Mia wasn't very eager to leave him alone to fight off the Rockets. But the one look in his fiery eyes, and she didn't have any choice. Choking out a “Good luck”, she hurried to the house as fast as her body was enabling her to go. Her stress was beginning to slow her down, but the thought of protecting the twins dulled the pain. Upon arrival, the door swung open as Bianca flew down toward her. It wasn't from fear of the invasion, but of a sign she had been bothered. Andrew wasn't too far behind. “Mo-ommy-y-y!” she cried out. “Andrew was throwing his things at me, and I told him to stop, but he wouldn't!”
“It's not true!” he shouted quickly over her little voice. “It's Bianca who's keeping me awake with her questions! She started it!”
The Mew didn't hear what they had to say, and instead began demanding their attention. “Children, now is not the time to tattle on each other,” she quickly responded. “Head to the cave, and into the emergency room where we showed you.”
The children were confused, not taking heed of the strong winds. “Why, is it another drill?” the girl kitten guessed.
“Are we spending the night there?” her twin took his turn.
Her mood swing immediately took effect, and she angrily pointed in the cave's direction. “I don't want to hear another word from you two!” she yelled. “Just follow my instructions and get into the cave, now!”
Bianca looked behind her mother. “Where's Daddy?” she pointed out, before being ushered away by a pull to the arm.
“He'll come in few minutes, now hide in the cave!” Mia's voice was ready to holler, and she wrenched the kittens from the area. They were becoming fearful, one from the anger in their mother, and the other from the void in front of them. Their eyesight hadn't sharpened as their parents', and had never seen what the area looked like at nighttime. The experience was a shock to them, and they could only whimper at the surrounding black.
Suddenly, there came the crack of a scream from far behind them, and it caused the Mew to drop Bianca's arm at once. She gave a gasp and spun around, eyes wide with dread. The twins searched the sky, wondering where it came from. They noticed something was missing. “Where's Dad?” Andrew muttered in worry.
Mia could only mouth her husband's name, her heart in shock. And with a wail, she fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands. “Mewtwo... no... NO!” It was over. She knew better than to leave him alone, but he insisted. He couldn't handle the Rockets' advanced power of technology. Only they knew what hideous machine they used to snag him.
The kittens turned to each other frightfully. What had happened? Bianca inched up to her mother, wanting to know what was going on. “Mommy? Where's Daddy?”
The small voice only caused her to weep harder.
Over the hill, they heard gruff voices, shouting to one another. Squeaking, the girl shot behind her brother, who floated frozen in spot, confused. “Mom? What's happening?”
Abruptly, the sobbing ceased, only allowing the tears to fall in silence. Slowly, Mia raised her head to face the source of the Rockets, and her grief was depleted. They were advancing, armed with terrible weapons that would harm her and her children. Being several months pregnant wasn't a wonderful advantage when in need of protection. But her motherly instincts kicked in, and launching into the air, she pushed the kittens into the safety of the dark cave. “Hide yourself,” was all she told them before turning around to face her perpetrators.
Being the youngest, Bianca wasn't the one to do clearly as she was told. Her curiosity at the age of four got a good hold on her, keeping her back. She wanted to know exactly what they were hiding from, and why her father had gone missing. Her brother, though he had as much knowledge as his sister about the whole thing, knew better than to disobey his mother. Sensing his sister wasn't behind him, he turned back in time to watch her pause at the entrance, staring out at the scene before her. He shot back to her, grabbing her hand to her surprise. “Come on, Bianca! We have to hide, Mom said!”
She shook her head. “No, I wanna see the humans some more.”
He stopped. “Humans? Here?”
“See for yourself! Mom's fighting them off!”
Before their eyes, they were able to see the hidden powers of their protective mother. One by one, she was throwing them aside like how they have seen her with pillows at their father in one of her moods. They were picked up by an invisible source, save for a mysterious rosy glow, and tossed to a random direction. The children could hear them land not too far off, and little, strange words would come from them. What was interesting about the humans was how they were dressed in all black, seen from the light of the moon, and always wearing caps on their heads. In their hands, they carried unidentifiable, shiny objects, though Andrew thought one looked like the dart gun he had before it was taken away for misusing it. And yet, none of them had a clue what was happening and why they were there. “Who do you think they are, sis?” he murmured to her.
She shook her head, shoulders raised. “I don't know. But it looks fun.” She watched as a human was thrown into a group standing by, knocking them over.
“Think we should help? Mom's getting tired.” He pointed at how she was dropping altitude and was slower at dodging fired shots of the nets.
“Dunno, I'll ask.” Taking a deep breath, Bianca shouted out, “Mommy, can we help?”
Mia gasped, snapping her head back to see the children exposed to the Rockets, who spotted them as well. She was angry at them for staying, but it consisted more of fear for the children's safety. “Kids, run!” she called out to them. “You're not supposed to be here!”
The small rosy kitten tilted her head. “Why?”
That was when Andrew yelled out in astonishment, pointing at the nearest human. The man had stepped up to them when he exclaimed “I have the kittens covered!” He raised a long, wide item onto his shoulder, aiming the barrel of the weapon at the kittens. She looked up as well and began screaming without knowing why.
Her powers fading, Mia grew unconcerned for her own safety in exchange for the kids. Gathering the last of her available strength, the mother spread out her arms. The dying wind came to life on her silent command, scattering the Rockets around her. Aiming for the kittens, she swung around once and a narrow twister shot from the ground before her, speeding for the twins and the threatening Rocket. In the corner of his eye, the man spotted the funnel and dove for the ground, dropping his weapon. Andrew and Bianca caught the sign too late. Being light in weight, they were sucked into the funnel, grabbing for each other and screaming.
“Andrew, I'm scared!” his sister shrieked, her hands loosening from the winds.
He could barely open his eyes to see her, his mind believing they were going to die. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing. But his grip on the only family he had with him, though it squeezed the hardest he could, was starting to slip. By letting go, he was destined to perish. Gathering the little air in his lungs he could get, he hollered to her over the howl, “Don't let go! It's our only chance!”
Their strength not fully developed, they fell away from each other, and were lost inside the spinning vortex. The lack of proper oxygen caused the two to pass out even before they knew what was befalling them.
Mia began to tremble in weakness and anxiety as she swept her arms to the side, guiding the tornado away from sight, carrying the children with it. The tears welled up, but only a few trickled down her face as she watched the storm she created pass by, knowing it would last until it passed the mountains. She feared for their safety, but believed they would be taken care of. She could only pray they make it to the destination together and in one piece.
Her strength used up, she collapsed with a struggling breath. Seeing her weakened and their chance, the Rockets gathered around her for the tranquilizing, evil triumphant grins on their shadowed faces. Mia's vision started to blacken even before they powered up the gun. The last thoughts were on the kittens before she fainted when the needle pierced her neck, accepting her fate.
A/N Originally, it was to start without a prologue and where they had been chased out of their house.
I'll try to post a new chapter every Saturday when I can. Otherwise, I'll notify you. Thank you!
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