#PartTwo

[marve2014]

No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Two

Summary: Wednesday confesses to Enid about Y/N.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence.

Minors DNI

Word Count:2.0k Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. Also, the note in the photo, is the note that Wednesday gave to reader.

“I don’t see this ending well Tyler. You know I’m sensitive.” You nervously tell him as the phone begins to ring.

 “Shut it y/n, it’ll be fine. Just be quiet and I’ll pretend I’m alone.’�� He whispers. On the fourth ring you finally hear a loud voice answer the phone.

“This is Enid Sinclair; how can I help you?”

“Oh, hi Enid, this is Tyler, from the weathervane, Sheriff Galpin’s son.’’

 “I know who you are Tyler, we’ve met before.’’ Enid states plainly.

You hit Tyler with a pillow and mouth idiot to him, making him hit you back with the pillow.

“On yeah, so sorry about that. I was calling to talk to Wednesday. My coworker told me she stopped by looking for me. Is she available to talk? " Tyler asks as you start to pace around the room nervously.

“Alright, sure, here she is.” Enid replies and gives the phone to Wednesday.”

“Hello Tyler, why were you not at work today? I needed a ride to the train station like you said you would give me. If you weren’t going to take me, you could’ve told me, and I would’ve found a different way to get there.” Wednesday says blankly.

“I’m sorry about that. I had some personal stuff going on.” Tyler explains. “I heard you met Y/N today though. She relayed you needing me so here I am.” 

“Your personal problems hold no importance to me and yes, I met her. Incompetent at best. She sat with me when I wanted to be alone and then wasted the cafés money by giving me a croissant that I didn’t even eat. Not to mention her abysmal ability to control a crowd. You really shouldn't leave her alone in there you know, she’s a nuisance.” Wednesday complained as you suddenly stop walking and just stare at the ground trying to not tear up.

 You snatch the phone from Tyler and loudly state “Yeah, well you’re not all sunshine and daisies either Wednesday Addams.” Hanging up before she has a chance to respond and handing Tyler back his phone.

“I am so sorry y/n. I had no idea she would say something like that.” Tyler says as he watches your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

“I told you it was a bad idea, come on let’s go eat dinner.” You pull Tyler by the arm back downstairs and see your mom and Tyler’s dad heading to the table. Sitting down Tyler sits cross from you and both parents sit across from each other.

The first person to speak is Sheriff Galpin. “So, y/n, how are you enjoying working at the café?” 

“It’s pretty good” you respond “I get all the free coffee I want and most of the customers are nice. Working with Tyler is fun as well. He’s become like my only friend.” You giggle and start putting some of the pasta your mom made on your plate.

 “I’m so glad you’re enjoying it baby.” Your mother states as she smiles up at you fondly.

All four of you continue making light conversation just enjoying each other’s company having no idea the panic currently happening across town at Nevermore academy; specifically, what is occurring in one Wednesday Addams’ dorm room.

Currently at Nevermore:

Wednesday Stares down at the phone trying to process exactly what just happened she’s frozen in the spot she’s standing unable to form a coherent sentence. Enid finally snaps her out of her panicked state by taking the phone from her grasp.

“So, would you like to talk about what just happened? Because I sure would.” Enid states as she forces Wednesday to sit in front of her typewriter.

 “I would rather carve my eyes out than talk about that.” Wednesday glares as she stands and starts to pace back and forth frantically and begins to mumble under her breath.

 “Why? Why did I say that? I didn’t mean it. She was actually nice to me. Why why why?!” Wednesday finally catches her breath and looks up at Enid “She smiled at me."

 “Okay? And?” Enid asks.

“You don’t understand! She smiled at me, and it made me feel like I was the only person she was looking at; I absolutely hated it.” Wednesday says as she grabs one of Enid’s stuffed animals and wraps her hands around its neck.

“Okay, so you don’t like her?” A confused Enid questions.

“She called me pretty, no one has ever been dumb enough to call me pretty. I watched her for like 20 minutes while she worked all because she was smiling!” Wednesday starts to touch her face not expecting to find a layer of warmth and redness coating her cheeks.

“My face feels warm Enid, I think I’m going to be sick. Why is it so warm?”

“It’s not warm Wednesday, you’re talking about her and blushing.” Enid explains as she smiles at the poor girl’s confusion.

 “I do not blush!” Wednesday yells. “Take it back or you will not wake up tomorrow” She threatens.

 “No can-do bestie, you’re blushing! OMG you like her, like her.”

 “No.” Wednesday argues.

 “Yes!”

"No Enid" Wednesday Growls

“Yes Wednesday!” Enid begins dancing around the room singing loudly “Wednesday has a girlfriendddddd”.

 “I do not have a girlfriend you idiot; I am meant to be alone.” Wednesday says sullenly.

“You’re going to be alone if you don’t go to the café and apologize to her!” Enid says seriously.

“I can’t do that. I may have a black heart and murderous tendencies, but I can feel embarrassment and I refuse to embarrass myself, especially in front of her! This is why I’m meant to be alone.”

Enid glares at her and says “Oh, shut up. Go apologize tomorrow and make her understand that you don’t have normal people emotions. You’re an Addams; nothing about you is normal.” Enid states as she smiles and crawls into her bed.

 “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said” Wednesday notes. “She’s already making me soft; I really am my father’s daughter. Ugh, Dreadful.” Wednesday rolls her eyes and decides to go to sleep so she can go to the café first thing in the morning and try and catch Y/N at work.

The Following Morning:

Y/N P.O.V.

“Tyler, I’m telling you right now, if she or anyone from Nevermore shows up, I will throw myself on the ground and pretend to be dead.” You dramatically say as you both start opening the store and getting ready for the morning rush.

“Please don’t, I don’t need you hitting your head on the cabinet, AGAIN.” Tyler laughs.

“That was one time and I thought I saw a spider. You also said if I gave you $10.00 you would never bring it up again! Pay me back or I’m going to post the video of you slipping on wet coffee and tag every person we know!” You joke as the front doorbell chimes, and you get a small line of customers.

Working in sync, you and Tyler managed to clear the line until you both came face to face with the last customer in line- Wednesday Addams.

You immediately dropped to the ground as promised and squeezed your eyes shut, playing dead. You stayed that way for at least three minutes until peeking one eye open and seeing both Wednesday and Tyler towering over you; Wednesday showing no emotion and Tyler trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Well, this is awkward.” You state, making your way back upright to your feet.

“Do you often faint at the sight of others?” Wednesday asks blankly.

“Tyler, please tell Wednesday that I’m not talking to people who think I’m a nuisance." you say rudely. "I’m going on my break, tell her she better be gone by the time I get back, or I’m leaving work early today.” You walk out without another look in her direction, throwing your apron on the counter.

Wednesday looked down and mumbles under her breath “You should have told me you weren’t alone; I wouldn’t have said anything like that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have said it in the first place, Y/N is a nice person, not a nuisance.” Tyler counters her argument as he makes her usual drink.

“Look Tyler, I need her to talk to me so I can explain. I’m going to write her a note on this napkin, please give it to her.” Wednesday asks as she reaches for a napkin and begins writing.

“Here and give her Enid’s number as well please. I’m going to go so she can continue to work.” Wednesday leaves and 10 minutes later you come back in to see only Tyler and a customer ordering a coffee to go.

“She left and asked me to please give you this as well as Enid’s phone number.” Tyler says as he hands you the folded note.

You read the note and roll your eyes, deciding that you would not be telling her if you were going to be showing up or not. Shoving the note in your back pocket, you look at Tyler “Do you think I should meet her?”

“I think that Wednesday Addams is the most complicated person I have ever met and that there is more to her than just being dark. I think you should go. If I remember you did call her the love of your life.” Making his way over, he gives you Enid’s phone number.

“Well, I’m not calling to let her know, she shows up or she doesn’t; and if she makes me wait, I’m leaving.” You say confidently.

“Good choice, now back to work.” He smiles and makes you an iced coffee.

The rest of your shift goes by without a hitch, you decide to go home and change instead of showing up in your work clothes smelling like coffee. Walking into the house you notice your mother is still at work, so you have the house to yourself. After showering you pick your clothes, nothing too fancy, you don’t want Wednesday thinking you put too much effort into this affair. You settle on a pair of black leggings, black booties, and a cream-colored long sleeve dress that ends mid-thigh. You settle on a neutral eye look with and a matte nude lipstick. Looking over yourself one last time in the mirror, you think you look amazing and head out to the carnival.

 Upon arriving you see a mix of kids from Nevermore and Jericho, all playing games and enjoying themselves. You walk over to where there is a short line for food and wait patiently before deciding to go ahead and go to the forests edge. Upon getting there you see a strange boy in glasses walk into the woods as he mutters nonsense to himself. You slowly begin to follow him to see what is going on. Hearing leaves rustling behind you, you see Wednesday with her finger raised to her lips telling you to be quiet. She walks up to you trying to make as little noise as possible.

“I know you’re mad at me, but I need you to stay here, do not follow me into the woods any further please. I need you to trust me; Something bad is going to happen and I can not have you there. Do you understand?” Wednesday asks as she has a firm hold on your shoulders looking you directly in the eyes.

You continue to stare at her and just shake your head yes and watch her head into the woods. After about 5 minutes of silence, you disregard what she said and start to walk further until you stumble upon Wednesday being held up to a tree 10 feet in the air and a boy ranting about her being the demise of Nevermore and how he needed to kill her. You go to scream at him to let her go but are met with growls from a monster you have never seen before. You see the boy get attacked and Wednesday fall to the ground.

“WEDNESDAY!” you yell before everything fades to black.

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[radiosabasound]

Il giorno perfetto. Il giorno in cui le stelle si allineano per un congiuncimento astrale che determina l'avverarsi di un sogno, di un'aspirazione di un desiderio. Sembra che tutto sia al suo posto, come avevi sperato. Ma poi un'incrinatura. Lo stesso cielo che prima si presentava perfetto, adesso mostra un piccolo squarcio che però si sta allargando sempre più fino a diventare un enorme buco nero che inghiotte il congiuncimento astrale, i tuoi sogni, le tue aspirazioni, i tuoi desideri. Non può finire così. E allora cerchi qualcosa a cui aggrapparti. Li intravedi in quello stesso buco nero e contro ogni legge della fisica dell'universo, proprio da lì spuntano due puntini luminosi. E' lei la salvezza, sono i suoi occhi a dirtelo. E' lei la luce in fondo al tunnel. Più forte di qualsiasi avversità. Più resistente di qualsiai destino avverso. Il suo nome significa "Nobile di stirpe". Il suo nome è Alice. Buon ascolto da  Mauro Gentilezza su Radio Saba Sound

[saintsnsinnersbdb]

The Black Widow’s Web: The Call of the Black Window (Part 2)

Written by @Sox_Goose_Tech.

The cold night air clung to Vishous as he made his way through the streets of Caldwell, the city’s usual noise muted by the late hour. He moved through the shadows like a predator on the hunt, his body taut with tension, his mind focused on one thing: the vision. Her. The woman who had haunted his every thought since that night. Her voice, her scent, the promise in her eyes—it was all burned into him, a constant, gnawing presence that he couldn’t shake. The message had been clear: Find me.

And he had.

The club was hidden in one of the seedier parts of town, its entrance nothing more than a nondescript door set into the side of an abandoned building. But beneath that door lay The Black Widow’s Web—a place he’d only heard whispers about. A den of indulgence and danger, where power and pleasure intertwined, and secrets were traded like currency. It wasn’t the type of place just anyone could walk into. But Vishous wasn’t just anyone. He descended the narrow, dimly lit staircase, the air growing heavier with every step he took. The smell of incense, thick and cloying, filled his lungs, mixing with the scent of sweat and lust that seemed to seep from the very walls. His senses were on high alert, every nerve in his body attuned to the pulse of energy that thrummed through the place. It was almost suffocating, the heat and the noise pressing in on him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A heavy velvet curtain hung in front of him, the last barrier between him and whatever lay on the other side. He pushed it aside, stepping into the heart of the club, and immediately, he was hit by a wall of sound and sensation.

The room was bathed in deep red and gold light, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the plush velvet walls. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, leather, and smoke. Bodies moved together in languid, sensual motions, the low hum of conversation punctuated by occasional gasps and moans. Everything about this place screamed indulgence, decadence. But beneath it, there was an edge—a sharp undercurrent of danger that hummed just below the surface. His eyes scanned the room, his body tense, ready for anything. He could feel it—the pull, the same electric charge that had drawn him into the vision. She was here. Somewhere. He moved through the crowd, his boots silent on the plush carpet, every step deliberate. His gloved hands flexed at his sides, his instincts on high alert. The deeper he went, the more the tension grew, coiling tight in his chest like a spring. The sounds around him blurred into a distant hum as his focus narrowed. She was close. He could feel her. And then he saw her.

Zaerael stood at the far end of the room, half-hidden in the shadows, watching him with those same dark, dangerous eyes. She was dressed in black, a form-fitting bodysuit of leather and lace that hugged her curves and glinted in the low light. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale face. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Almost otherworldly. But there was something in the way she looked at him, a quiet, simmering intensity that made his blood heat. It was the same look she’d given him in the vision, the same silent promise wrapped in danger. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a knowing smile, as if she had been waiting for him. And she had. The crowd around him seemed to disappear as he moved toward her, every sense locked on the woman in black. The air between them crackled with tension, the same electric current from the vision thrumming through him. His heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears, but his expression remained carefully blank. He didn’t trust this. Didn’t trust her. But he couldn’t deny the pull.

"Vishous." Her voice was like silk, smooth and sensual, wrapping around him like a caress. She leaned back against the velvet wall, crossing her arms over her chest, her dark eyes gleaming in the low light. "I knew you’d come."

His body went rigid. The sound of his name on her lips sent an alarm ringing through his mind. He hadn’t told her his name. He’d never even seen her before the vision. His eyes narrowed, suspicion hardening his expression. "How do you know my name?" he growled, his voice low and full of warning.

Zaerael’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, as though his suspicion amused her. "I know a lot about you, Vishous," she purred, pushing off the wall and stepping toward him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, the predatory gleam in her eyes never leaving his. "More than you think."

Every nerve in his body screamed for him to back off, to put distance between them. But he held his ground, his gloved hands curling into fists at his sides. "I don’t play games," he said, his voice a growl of warning. "So let’s cut the bullshit. How do you know who I am? How do you know about the vision?"

Zaerael’s dark eyes glittered with something dangerous as she stopped just inches from him, her head tilted slightly in amusement. "You don’t remember?" she whispered, her voice a low purr that sent an involuntary shiver through him. "The vision was only the beginning."

His jaw clenched. He didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way she seemed to know him, the way she moved as if she had him already figured out. There was too much he didn’t know—too much that didn’t make sense. And that was dangerous.

"You felt it too," she continued, her voice wrapping around him like smoke. "The connection. You were drawn to me, just as I was drawn to you."

His pulse quickened, his breath coming a little faster. The primal hunger he’d felt in the vision, the need to take, to possess, surged to the surface, making his muscles tense, his mind screaming at him to resist. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was telling the truth—at least part of it. The connection was there. But why? And how? "I don’t know what game you’re playing," he said, his voice dangerous and low, "but you won’t win."

Zaerael laughed softly, the sound like velvet brushing over steel, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Vishous," she murmured, stepping even closer until her body was flush against his. He could feel the heat of her through his clothes, the soft press of her curves against his chest. His hand twitched, his instincts screaming at him to push her away, but his body refused to obey.

"You and I," she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, "are two sides of the same coin. You need this. You need me."

He clenched his jaw, his hand coming up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer even as his mind screamed at him to stop. Her scent filled his nostrils—dark, dangerous, intoxicating. His body hummed with the same electric tension he’d felt in the vision, the primal hunger roaring to life inside him. But something still wasn’t right. How did she know so much? And why had she invaded his vision, his very soul, without him knowing? "You don’t know me," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through them both.

Her smile widened, her eyes darkening with something dangerous. "Maybe not," she whispered, her breath hot against his lips. "But you will."

With that, she slipped from his grasp, disappearing into the shadows as if she had never been there. Vishous stood frozen for a moment, his body still humming with the aftershocks of her presence, his mind racing. She was gone, but the questions she’d left behind burned hotter than ever. She knew his name. She knew about the vision. And that meant she was far more dangerous than he had originally thought.

The game had only just begun.

[twes2363a]

This video is from one of my stories, Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team. This is part 2 of the full episode of Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team S1 E7: The Haunting at Camp Meldew Lane. Synopsis: There's another mission for the Gavinville Paranormal Team to do, and they have to go to a youth summer camp at Camp Meldew Lane. As the campers and camp staff explains about the hauntings at the camp, will the team put a stop to an evil family causing trouble at the camp?

[catandravendesigns]

Mr Green or Nurgling??

[wiziwiz]

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[bitsandpiecesaworkinprogress]

The Green Dragon Part Two

He entered the king's throne room, and he approached him. The herald announced him in a dramatic fashion, which was his cue to stagger into the room, with careful notice to show the dent in his armour. Here, he was far away from the truth of the matter, and he hoped that this wouldn’t end his adventuring career. He was fighting all the men that he had squired with for this opportunity.

“The dragon destroyed me, O King. I was unable to reason with him and he forced me out.”

The king said nothing. He waited a little longer until he added.

“I can still do it; I was almost able to defeat him. I just need another go. Your daughter, the princess, my betrothed, is still there in great distress. And I just need to go back and finish the job. She is starving and cold. You wouldn’t let your daughter be left there. I know that I can do it.” Here the knight raised his sword and held it there and it felt like invisible strings were playing.

He stooks once more at the tower, where the dragon and girl had bested him. In quiet moments along the ride, he would think about the way that the dragon and the princess had humiliated him and made him feel like he wasn’t good enough and at the first test of honour he’d failed but he also knew that he was going back, and he knew that he was ready this time. The dents were gone from the armour, pounded smooth and the scratches buffed out so that it looked almost as clean and bright as it had been except from a slight crumple. She had been correct in a way that he felt the shame rise. It has been a rapid rise from squire to Lewis to knight in his own right. And in his heart of hearts, he knew that he probably had maybe a year to go. And that maybe he hadn’t been ready for the responsibility of rescuing the princess. But then he remembered that he had to live up to expectations that had been placed upon him.

 Then he thought of his recent mentor in Lewis. He was happy to sit at home and drink and eat after many years of adventuring. He wasn’t hungry for achieving any goals, and he decided that he wouldn’t have that. Even if he did become a prince by marrying the princess, he was going to not let it destroy him and give in to a woman’s domesticity. She would bear his children and provide a safe harbour to return to at intermittent periods of his life as he would quest onwards and continue to prove to the king how valuable he was. And that knighting him wasn’t a bad idea.

. But eventually he was game to try the door that had last time been open for him. This time however there was a slight problem with his plans. The door was locked this, and a new course of action was needed. A face popped out of the window, the same window that he’d been had been ungratefully ejected from. It was the princess, and the knight gave a quick wave.

“You came back,” she shouted to the knight. And to the window she yelled presumably to the dragon that she wanted him to go down and tell the knight to leave her alone. And soon after the winged green dragon appeared and flapped his wings out of the window and landed in a large rumbling and a gust of wind as the wings flapped. The dragon then shifted back into a man.

“You’re back again. Beatrice doesn't want you here.”

 And with that, he looked at him.

“You took her away and now you are preventing her from going home.”

The dragon looked at him and tilted his head. In a soft voice he answered,

“I sheltered her when she made the decision to leave. It has become my responsibility to help her, and the door is always open for her to go and come back whenever she wants. She wants to stay here.” The emphasis on the word here.

The knight felt something rise in him. He had felt it before, he was uncomfortable. It was a stronger feeling, and he couldn’t dampen it like he had in the past. The last time that he’d experienced it was when he had been unexpectedly knighted when he felt unworthy but then his thoughts had rationalised his worth. But to feel that a magical being had emasculated and made him revisit his views. He had never hurt him, had not even drawn a weapon against him and somehow that had made the difference. He was prepared for a short and glorious fight, and this was turning out more complicated than he expected. Without thought he wandered down the path that led away from the tower and the green dragon stood there watching him walk away.

[d20discoveries]

Part Two

Greece Part Two is out now!

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Clone Cadets (Star Wars), The Miner Kids Additional Tags: TBB - Missing Scenes (TBB S2E10), fixit, Spoilers for TBB S2E10, Missing Scenes, Snippets, Could Be Canon, Different direction for the ending, Alternate Ending, the Empire being evil, Tooka adoption!, Echo's back!, shields and cloaks and whatnots, happy endings and all (but of course), Retcon, Some Suspense, some humour?, Some Fluff, some technobabble (Tech Echo), Part two (because of cliffhanger part one), Reunions, Family Reunions, some suspence, Wrecker gets to blow things up, A real short fic to wrap things up!, (I really need to learn to wrap things up faster!) Series: Part 16 of The Bad Batch S2 Add-ons Summary:

Set during and around season two of Star Wars the Bad Batch Spoilers for TBB S2 episode10

A fixit version of sorts for episode ten / part two.

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker are hurrying to stop the signal being sent from the shipwreck on an imperial frequency.
Are they too late to save the newly released slave younglings from becoming part of the Empire?

Part of the Bad Batch Add-ons series

[brunoindreamland]

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[saramackenzie1982]

So, where am I using Henry VIII, burnings, Lesbos and the Wars of the Roses? Find out here: https://www.saraelliemackenzie.com/post/findoutfriday-answers-2 #PartTwo #TheAnswers #TuesdayTrivia #HenryVIII #EnglishReformation #EnglishRenassaince #SixWives #WitchBurnings #Heretics #ProtestantReformation #WomensHistory #VacationFun #GreekIslands #Sappho #Lesbian #CousinsWar #RedRose #WhiteRose #CivilWar https://www.instagram.com/p/CoMzqv1rn1u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[childdevourer1]

Just finished dr season 2 and

Holy

Fuck

[twes2363a]

This video is from one of my stories, Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team. This is part 2 of the full episode of Squad: The Gavinville Paranormal Team S1 E6: The Carn-Evil of Doom. Synopsis: The Gavinville Paranormal Team sets out on another mission which is to defeat the Carnival Master at the Sunnyview Carnival here at Gavinville. How will things go?

[libraryofcirclaria]

24 January 1322

Library of Circlaria

Third Level Society: First Version

Story Eleven: Peter Quora and Sophia Qalmers

Part Two: Sophia Qalmers

From the time I first heard from him until the time I left Cabotton, I saw Jeo Brock as an inspiration, a source of motivation for my success. However, I had never felt romantically drawn to him like I did to Peter.

When Ceri Mains broke the news to me, on the mid-morning of 3 November 1319, of Peter's disappearance, I was absolutely distraught. I had felt somewhat assured at first that Marius would call us back with news of Peter spotted. But as time went by, the dread began to sink in. At the end of two weeks, Marius had said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Peter may be lost to us."

That had me crying non-stop. It was as if a piece of me was gone. But Jeo came to me and offered me comfort, assuring me that there was hope because there was no certain evidence of Peter having actually died. It was only a shred of hope but I clung to it nonetheless.

I was surprised to learn that Jeo was with the mainstream Alconist faith and was, in fact, a regular churchgoer. He invited me at that time to go to church with him. At first I hesitated a bit. Though I still believed in the Alconist faith as well, I had not been active in attending services. In the end, I decided to go with him, finding comfort as Peter Quora's name was included in their prayer circles.

During that time, I was looking back on the OCEA tab conversations I had with Peter in the past. He spoke a lot about his experience with his dymensional plane assignment on Mount Carris, where he had supposedly had his "vision" of the other worlds. Mount Carris was where my curiosity began leading me. Around May 1320, I convinced Jeo to go with me.

It was actually during that trip to Mount Carris and the Lake Maern Reserve when I heard about the religious doctrine of the Great Author and even brief mentions of the Pagewriter and Pageturner Guilds. However, most followers of the Great Author in the Lake Maern Reserve were neutral to that rivalry, and did not believe what was perceived to be an Anomaly destroying the Multi-verse. So I only focused on the doctrine of the Great Author, itself.

We traveled to the summit of Mount Carris and met with special darkfire spellcasters to engage us in the darkfire treatments to help us see the same kind of "visions" of the other supposed dimensions of the Multi-verse. After a few sessions, both Jeo and I sensed the soul of Peter Quora, supposedly alive somewhere in this world.

I found a great deal of comfort in Jeo during this trip. The night after we sensed Peter, we returned to a hotel across Lake Maern located in former-Tekon, where we both shared a room that night. It was here that Jeo expressed romantic interest in me. At first I was confused, but then Jeo reminded me of his relationship with Rose Anne being polyamorous, and that all partners were consenting of Jeo having a second partner, me. And I felt that perhaps the feelings of comfort and assurance with Jeo were romantic as well. So I consented.

It was a happy romance, and a healthy one. Jeo and I spent a great deal of quality time with one another over the months that followed. But this was interrupted in November 1321 when the message from Marius arrived of his report of Peter. As it turned out, it was all a ploy to land me in the hands of the Dam People, who interrogated me until I admitted to myself and everyone else around me my feelings of romance to Peter. That was when I realized how my romantic feelings were for Peter, and that I did not feel the same way to Jeo. When I returned to North Kempton, I confided this to Jeo, who voiced understanding but has been wanting space for awhile.

I know Jeo is a man of good intent. And I hope things turn out well with him either way.

When I first met Peter Quora, I felt very much attracted to him. He was handsome, tall, broad-shouldered, and had his signature jet-black hair. He was extra-confident and excited in his ability to build dymensional planes of other worlds. Other people did think he was cocky at times, but he did respect those he wronged when the occasion arose. And contrary to what some may think, he was not obsessed with his craft. He had a life. He was a holistic person, having his share of pastimes like bicycling, water-boating, and observing birds from his little airship.

I was attracted to Peter, though I never showed it at first. He was more than ten years younger than me, so I feared risking publicity. We were, nonetheless, good friends with common interests. We formed such a tight bond of friendship, in fact, that when we started going long periods of time without seeing each other, going about our lives, we would miss each other and then reunite so easily. One of those moments was in the summer of 1316, when I met with Peter for a ride down a bicycle path nearby to Cabotton University. It was for an article I wanted to write on him, and he obliged to take part. It was very informal though.

Peter then invited me to join his Quora Chapter agenda, to come and begin staying with him at the Galleston Farmhouse in North Kempton, starting September 1318. It was a good reunion and a comfort to all of us as we were still coping with the recent death of former Cabotton Headmaster Thomas Snow. Ivella was with us too, but then she passed that November. She was a role model to me, so I was sad. But then I realized how close Peter felt to her as well. Peter and I spent a lot of time with each other then, providing each other company and comfort. And I felt that was when our bond grew the strongest.

I was excited to travel with Peter to South Masonia. But I noticed that as the time drew nearer, his zesty confidence became increasingly accompanied by agitation over logistical issues like funding, logistics, and communication with the Chapter Leaders. It was a high-stakes situation for him, for sure, but I also grew concerned that he was overlooking something even more important: Combrian nationalism, which even then had begun growing dangerous. It seemed that his confidence and frustrations were beginning to cloud his judgement in that regard, and the Finzi Administration was not helping. Nonetheless, I went with Peter and everyone else.

Peter talked about his "vision" aboard the Airship Steadfast en route to South Masonia, and he talked about it in great detail. Rose Anne and Ceri Mains, as well as everyone else, thought that Peter's conversation was a bit questionable but accepted it for his quirks, alongside with his insistence to board a traditional airship instead of a gyroplane. I, meanwhile, was very frightened, not of Peter but of the possibility of him drawing unwanted and dangerous attention. This, of course, was made worse by the attempt made on his life by the assassin that evening.

So I left, not because my feelings for Peter changed, but because of my own safety, combined with knowing that I had no chance whatsoever of talking Peter into coming with me. In fact, I found myself longing for him even more when I returned to North Kempton.

I had to reflect on all of this because Peter was brought up in conversation between Colin and the rest of us in the dining room of the Galleston Farmhouse earlier today. We finally had that long-overdue conversation on that letter from two-hundred years ago. "Was Peter Quora the prodigy foreseen in the Rickard Stevenson letter?" everyone around here seemed to be asking.

Colin had cast a firespell to cremate the body of the assassin who tried to get Peter by the lakeside cabin on our first night in Combria. It was done immediately and quickly before we could identify him, but not before Colin was able to determine that he was an insider from the Combria Chapter of the Pageturner Guild, located in Northmoor and headed by a figure known in this room by many: Kara Martins. So that was where Colin went, where he disguised himself as a wannabe recruit and secured a job assisting their Curator for Artifacts. It was during this spy game that Colin came across the very letter and stole it. And here it sat today, in the middle of the Dining Room Table.

There were some things predicted by the letter that have come to to pass. First was the notion of the drive to improve the quality and technology of planecrafting. Indeed, we are much further along than we were, even seventy years ago. It also predicted that we would one day have the ability to immerse ourselves into these dymensional planes, a feat achieved by Ceri Mains. And it also prophesied that a second Great Tree "standing in a courtyard of academic excellence" would be struck down by a bolt of lightning, an event that happened at Cabotton University back in 1281.

Then came the Letter's prediction of the dymensional planecrafter prodigy. Kara Martins and the Pageturner Guild were convinced that Peter Quora was that prodigy. And Colin found out that it was Kara Martins who ordered the still-unnamed assassin after Peter.

Colin knew, of course, that things would only get worse if Peter was assassinated. Even if the Letter was right, Peter would be only but an instrument, with his death failing to stop the supposed Anomaly. Peter's death would also reignite conflict between both the Pageturners and the Pagewriters. Colin also voiced concern that Stevenson's Letter may even have oathcrafting attached to it, thus the reason he stole it. He emphasized, though, that in this case, the letter should not be destroyed because it is not that simple with oathcrafting scripts, and that doing so could actually make things worse. Colin ventured to Mount Carris to see if he would be able to observe what Rickard Stevenson observed, or even to get clues. He also wanted to observe Peter to see how he compared to the supposed prodigy in the letter, thus the reason he returned but seemed distant.

It was only after the incident in front of Marius' house, after Peter failed to show up at the abandoned house afterward, that Colin discovered that he was being followed by yet another masked assassin sent by the Pageturner Guild. Colin lured him, traveling all the way to the South region of Ancondria, thousands of miles away even from the Retunian Ancondrian Territories, where they ended up at the top of a large cliff, and the assassin inexplicably leapt off.

Colin's time in Ancondria lasted two years. Colin returned to Remikra afterward, where he discovered at the Galleston Farmhouse what happened with us and the Dam People, relayed to them by Susan Parans who was at Cabotton University. Colin went to Susan and got details from her on our whereabouts; thus was how he found out about Marius and carried out his plan to rescue us.

So the Dining Room conference dealt with two matters. First was what to do with the Letter; it has been determined that we hold it here in the Galleston Farmhouse in a secret location for the time being. Then there is the second matter: How true is the Letter with regard to the Anomaly?

Tension had been building up in Combria for some time. Things finally came to a head on the day of Peter's disappearance. They overtook the army bases, the Cantons of South Masonia, and, later that day, the Governor House and Legislature in Jestopole. They effectively forced opposition party members to flee while having their conservative counterparts convene in that chamber twelve days later to vote for Combria's independence. Finzi and the Commonwealth government refused to recognize this because the independence vote was not done democratically as a popular referendum as required by Commonwealth law; so the Prime Minister declared the move an illegal coup sent a joint combination of National Guard and Retunian Civil Guard units in order to put an end to the uprising. Combrian nationalists resisted this; and thus civil conflict broke out.

This past September 16, nationalist-conservatives sympathetic to the Combrians overthrew Gymia Provincial Legislature in Ligam. Two days later, they ousted the opposition and had their representatives vote independence for Gymia. Finzi responded the same and deployed the same kind of joint forces on 21 September. The next day, independent Gymia tried to join as a member of the Remikran Union, a request that was promptly rejected. So the next day after that, 23 September, they agreed to be annexed by Combria, thus the Combrian Confederation formed.

When I traveled through last November, I saw their flags everywhere, posted at every streetlight, every store corner, as if their leader was obsessed with letting us know that this particular nation was an independent nation. The Confederation as virtually a police state too, with certain demographics like those of the Darkfire Community having no rights at all. Also was in place a mandate for all young and able-bodied men between the ages of 18 and 22 to enlist in the military, as the Confederation had an agenda to overtake the Basin District.

At the heart of all this was a hatred toward Holz Finzi. But the spark was Finzi's response to the neurovirus outbreak in South Masonia in 1319.

It was called Benjamin Arnold Syndrome, named after the doctor a few years ago who studied some of the first cases. However, the first reports of the disease actually go all the way back to 1281, by a missionary named John Carol. Carol was visiting the far-away Canticulan nation of Rellihan that summer, helping a remote village in the Chokian Mountain region in the nation's Southern part. That village stopped sending him messages and was not responding to Carol's repeated outreaches. He went back and saw that everyone in the village was either dead or incapacitated mentally, having been stricken by the mysterious disease.

Then there were reports from invading Lykian forces as they attempted to overtake Northern Canticula in the late 1280s, reporting the same symptoms of psychosis. In fact, that may have played a huge role in the downfall of the Lykian Republic.

But in both instances, as well as the outbreak in South Masonia, the symptoms were the same. First came two days of intense fever, nausea, and vomiting followed by five to eight days of optimal health. Then, over the week that followed, victims would start becoming confused about things, mostly in the form of forgetfulness. Then they start recalling false memories. Then came the hallucinations followed by the inability to perceive any form of reality around them as well as the loss of basic skills like speaking and eating. Then came coma and death.

Moreover, when it emerged in South Masonia, it was very contagious, thus the reason for the Finzi Administration's harsh quarantine measures.

So came a question at our Dining Room meeting: Was Peter Quora infected?

I can see why one would speculate. I remember when Peter talked about his "vision" on that airship flight. It was really vivid to him, and it seemed as if he was perceiving a reality that did not exist in our world. And then he had his "stomach flu." But the "visions" happened before his stomach sickness, not after. Also, he seemed normal otherwise after the "vision" moment. So it's inconclusive whether or not he was infected. I feel that he was not.

And from this came another important question: Was Benjamin Arnold Syndrome a manifest of the Anomaly?

The South Masonia outbreak was seemingly unstoppable, claiming 637 lives before it stopped. But stopped it did, contrary to what the Letter predicted. And furthermore, Finzi's quarantine measures kept it effectively within the limits of South Masonia.

There is also the origin of the Doctrine of the Great Author and the Anomaly. I have come to believe that our reality is a conception of a Great Author but I do question the story of the Anomaly.

The story was conceived, apparently, in the 1050s by a man named Ron Forester, who fell out with the Edoran Church after a shift in his beliefs against the Alconist faith. In the fall of 1054, he had a dream in which he was told by a mysterious divine being to travel to Mount Carris to inhale the vapors of burning bark of a certain pine tree in order to receive a vision and an important message. Forester obliged and arrived at the Mount Carris summit in Summer 1055, where he received his "vision" of the Great Author, the Thread of the Greater Human Conscience, and the Multi-verse. He then returned to his home in the city of Edora proper and met with friends to write down the Great Author Doctrine. The surrounding community shunned Forester and his friends on the grounds of "moral corruption." But nonetheless, in 1055, the Council of the Great Author was founded. And upon his death bed, Forester made a revelation to the Council of the prophecy of the Master Pagewriter, the Master Pageturner, and the Anomaly, but never clarified whether it was the Master Pagewriter or the Master Pageturner who was correct in their method to slow down and vanquish the Anomaly. This led to a schism in the Council which, in 1071, split into the Pageturner and Pagewriter Guilds. They have been rivaling each other through fights and assassinations since.

The most significant incident was, of course, Rickard Alexander Stevenson's failed assassination of James Lawrence Kontacet I in 1086.

While there were some components that seemed convincing, Stevenson's Letter was counterweighted by another piece of paper: Ivella Ogden's will, which contained a letter of her own.

Ivella Ogden's letter discussed her time with her granduncle: Merlin Kent Ogden, who built a dymensional plane both for her and himself. He warned Ivella to keep a low profile with this and enjoy it as a hobby, however. And no matter how hard she tried, Ivella could not get him to open up about why.

Then came Thomas Snow, Martin Cross, and John Fleming, who found out through close friends about Ogden's dymensional plane and asked to use it for the development of a Project for the students of the Westerhill Institute. Though that Project was a success, it had been shut down by new school administration, sparking the student uprising that led to the establishment of Cabotton University.

It was after all of this that Merlin Kent Ogden finally opened up about his earlier experiences. He had served as a Dungeonmaster over a TableQuest session back in the 1140s, but was receiving bad publicity started by a member of the Pageturner Guild, condemning his agenda as sacrilege. Wanting to put an end to this, Merlin infiltrated the Pageturner Guild and found out about the Stevenson Letter. Though he never saw it, he learned enough about it to know about Rickard Stevenson's failed assassination and his decision to take his own life.

Merlin located an archival house in Combria and tried to find Stevenson's obituary, only to discover that Stevenson was actually reported missing rather than reported dead.

Merlin listed this find, along with many other things he determined false in the Stevenson Letter in a publication of his TableQuestor Journal, which he distributed to his questing members on a monthly basis. Two weeks later, a masked assassin made an attempt on Merlin's life, which emotionally shook him to the point of him deciding to end the TableQuest session and move away to seek a new life. Thus, he found his way into the ebony mining industry.

Ivella felt that Merlin was living too much in fear, however. And after his passing, Ivella and her cousin, Glenda Browen, decided to build a dymensional plane and start a TableQuest session out of their Cabotton residence at 124 West Mason Street. This, of course, led to the Darius Weller incident. However, instead of fleeing in fear like her granduncle, Ivella decided to found the Third Level Society, with democratic checks and balances to ensure the issues with TableQuest sessions at the time were not possible in her organization.

She wrote about the future of the Third Level Society. She wanted it to be a dynamic version of the original Project devised by Snow, Cross, and Fleming, with the world of Arturia and its questing, obstacles, politics, and challenges serving to strengthen humanity in achieving the original Project's Three Principles, which, whether the Pagewriters were right about the Great Author and the Anomaly or not, she held in high regard.

The first of those Three Principles were to have a consistently running dymensional plane, a goal we have long since achieved. The Second Principle was to expand universal access to as many people as possible, in other words, giving as many people as possible the chance to build avatars and engage. The Third Principle was to enhance world and humanity preservation by building a dymensional plane on neighboring Planet Nephina.

We know that Planet Nephina is a safe world upon which humans can set foot. The question is when we will have the technology to cross the airless void to get there. I presume it will not be for a few more decades.

Regardless, in the two years having elapsed since Peter's disappearance, we have reconstructed what we believe to be the world created in Merlin Kent Ogden's dymensional plane that once stood at 124 West Mason Street. And it is a basic world, consisting of open ocean in the midst of which stands the Isle Mains. The exception here is that, with 90 years of dymensional plane technological progress, we have enhanced the weather and small geographic details while maintaining the world's integrity. Like the original, there stands a Lake in the middle of the Isle. There are also three villages inhabited by perpetual avatars and daemons, as well as some variety of flora and fauna. I immersed as an avatar in my own form and name, and walked around the Isle before settling in a hammock on the deck of one of the Lakehouses.

My younger self would have found this dymensional plane to be incredibly boring as there were no quests or political dynamics to be had. But today, I appreciate the respite, a break from the chaos out in the real world.

And this place certainly does not feel like the real world.

**END OF STORY ELEVEN**

<- 17 November 1321 <-

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