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Chapter 5

Qui-Gon and Mace were pinned down by heavily armed guards in a hall way. Their sabers were a blur, deflecting bolts and sending what they could back to their owners. They were so close to finding Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon could feel it. His head was pounding from the boy's unyielding pain, his multiple blaster burns were insisting that he stop or at least find some sort of cover, and he was exhausted from their weary search across the galaxy, but Obi-Wan was was in arms reach and he couldn't stop now.

The guards started to press forward, pushing the Jedi duo back further down the hall, further away from Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon stole a quick glance towards his friend. No talking was needed between them, the look in Mace's eyes said it all. They retraced their steps a few paces back to where a giant pillar stood.

Their enemy didn't give them much of a chance to catch their breath but it was enough for Mace to tell Qui-Gon the plan and to also check his friends physical state. Mace leaned out from the safety of the pillar to see where the guards were then he gave the signal. The plan was that they were going to make one gallant push through the wall of blasters and bodies then make a mad dash for the captive padawans.

First Mace rolled to the other side of the hallway so they could attack from both sides, then he and Qui-Gon charged. They had taken the guards by surprise. They were moving forward, gaining precious ground. They were so close to breaking through when the worst pain Qui-Gon had felt since the bond had reopened flooded into every corner of his mind. His body couldn't take it all at once. The last thing he felt was a real burning pain erupting from his shoulder.

When he woke Mace was standing over him. "Qui, are you okay?"

He shook his head, still trying to figure out what had happened. He tried to lift his hand to relieve the pain behind his temples but the pain that shot through his arm left it limp on the marble floor instead. He grunted and laid completely flat on the floor.

Mace did his best to make Qui-Gon as comfortable as he could while he rubbed what little bacta they could spare on the wound. "Easy there. You took a nasty blast to the shoulder."

Qui-Gon barely nodded, "What happened?"

Mace shrugged then leaned against the wall, "You tell me. We were about through when you fell to your knees. I guess it was lucky that they only got you the shoulder and not your thick head. Anyways as I was moving to cover you the guards just stopped shooting and ran, weird right?"

Qui-Gon did his best to shrug then with one loud grunt hoisted himself to a sitting position. Mace move himself into a position so he could either force Qui-Gon back down or help the man up.

The world was still spinning when Qui-Gon looked around and he hurt like hell but he dismissed his own pain when he realized he was feeling next to nothing coming from Obi-Wan. He had to search deep into their bond to find what was left of his boy, shreds of Obi-Wan's signature floated around but they too were slowly disappearing.

He wasn't about to accept defeat, no sir. With the help of Mace he got up and then they raced down the war-torn hallway. When they reached the end they were standing before a giant locked steal door. Mace ignited his purple blade and started to cut through the door while Qui-Gon did his best to keep Obi-Wan's signature intact.

"Hurry Mace! He's fading!"

Mace nodded then with one good kick pushed the hole through the door. Together they stepped inside and took a good look around the room. They didn't say words, they just moved. Mace went to Bant and did his best to calm the poor girl down while Qui-Gon went to the bloody table.

For the longest time he just stood there looking at the mess that used to be Obi-Wan. After he got over the shock of everything he used his lightsaber to cut the restraints then called upon the force to help him pick up the boy.

Obi-Wan was once again as light as the day he met him. He was as still as a statue and as limp as a rag doll. His little Jedi tunic was in shreds just like the boy's back was. His boots and belt were no where to be seen and what skin he could find was cold to the touch. If it hadn't been for the blood seeping out of the numerous cuts everywhere on his frail body Qui-Gon would have thought him dead. He hesitated, not wanting to look but he had to, carefully, not to bring any more harm to the boy, he sank to the floor. Once situated as best he could be he gently tilted Obi-Wan's head so he could see the right side of his neck.

His anger was at boiling point and would have been unleashed if Mace hadn't been in the room. Right there, forever permanent was the scar from Obi-Wan's sketch book. The unfinished circle, the mark of his fallen apprentice.

They met no resistance on their way back to the ship. The whole facility seemed abandoned but they didn't look too much into it. Once aboard and in hyperspace Mace and Qui-Gon did everything they could with the meager medical provisions provided in the ship. Even with all the blood and grime cleaned off, Obi-Wan still looked beyond horrible. With Mace in the cockpit talking with Bant Qui-Gon had to stay with Obi-Wan in case he would wake up. Of course he wished to stay next to Obi-Wan, if it was his choice he'd never let the boy out of his sight again but just looking at him, so hurt and close to death, constantly reminded him that this was all his fault.

Xanatos would pay a horrible price. He would find him one day and do what he should have done long ago. Forget the Jedi Order and their blasted rules, he was going to make sure Xanatos would get everything he well deserved.

Beside him Obi-Wan started to stir, Qui-Gon forgot all about his anger and focused on Obi-Wan. He leaned over and put Obi-Wan's little hand into his and gently squeezed. "Obi-Wan, little one, its alright. You are safe now."

Obi-Wan's head rolled back and forth on the little pillow and his heartbeat started to pick up. Qui-Gon started to talk faster in hopes of calming the boy down but to no avail, Obi-Wan started squirming around on the bunk until finally he screamed out loud. Mace and Bant heard Obi-Wan and were in the back room in a flash. Bant stood at the door frozen in place but Mace ran over next to Qui-Gon to try and help calm Obi-Wan down.

"Qui what happened!?"

Qui-Gon shook his head. "I don't know. One minute he was still then the next he was like this."

Mace shook his head and went to get another sedative injection out of the med kit. "It's not safe to give him another one so soon. His mind is an open book right now, I sense he is frightened and in much pain. Is there anything different that you can detect over your bond?"

Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's thin wrists and gently pushed them onto the cot to keep Obi-Wan from harming himself then he closed his eyes and searched their bond, or what was left of it. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and look at Obi-Wan's tense, tear streaked face. "He's mumbling nonsense up there. I can pick out some things but missing others. He's saying... something about worms, and that he wants them out."

He looked up at Mace, not knowing if anything he had just said made any sense, but something must have for Mace stood there as still as a tomb one moment then he closed his eyes and laid his hands over Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan's thrashing calmed down a little as Mace's hands floated over every inch of his little body. When he was done Obi-Wan went completely still except for his labored breathing.

Mace turned around and looked at Bant who still hadn't moved. He walked over and got down on one knee so he was closer to eye level with her. "Tell me again everything Obi-Wan told you the last time he saw you."

Bant wiped the tears away from her big eyes and hiccuped, "h-h-he said that the maggots hurt the worst... but t-t-o have no fear for there was freedom in tomorrow."

Mace nodded then flew over to the cupboard and pulled out an emergency kit. "I've got Obi-Wan Qui, got with Bant to the cockpit."

His voice was so serious. He couldn't remember the last time Mace had talked to him like that. There wasn't much else he could do but what he was told. He looked at Obi-Wan's little wounded figure and leaned down and gave his little bruised forehead a kiss then left with Bant.

Even the beauty of hyperspace travel couldn't distract Bant this glanced up at the Jedi Master in the pilots chair. His arms were crossed and he was staring at who knew what. When they had first boarded the ship, by accident, she had stretched out with her feelings and bumped into his. Over the years she had come to find that all Jedi saw things in the Force different ways. For Obi-Wan, he saw feelings, her creche master saw shapes and Master Mace said he saw textures, but for her she saw colors. When she touched Master Qui-Gon's aura all she saw was a dark grey color. After everything she had been through and seen in the last who knew how long it had been it didn't scare her but just shocked her feel that from a Jedi.

Now his eyes looked so distant she wondered what color he felt like now. She was about to reach out again to feel when they both heard a scream coming from the back room. Qui-Gon turned in his chair and palmed the button that opened the mics in every room in the ship. Even the way he palmed the device frightened her but that was nothing compared to the tone of his voice.

"What's going on in there Mace... talk to me."

At first all they heard was almost silent whimpering then they heard Mace's voice in the distance, "Courage young one. You are the son of the Force."

By then Bant was standing next to the speaker, soaking in every noise she heard. She forgot she was not the only one in the cockpit until Master Qui-Gon's voice made her almost jump to the ceiling.

"Mace what's happening!?"

This time Mace talked back, "Calm down Qui, you're probably frightening Bant and Force know what your doing to Obi-Wan through your bond. From what Bant had told me Xanatos had fed Obi-Wan muscle maggots. I thought he might hold on long enough for professionals to deal with it but his fits earlier worried me."

Qui-Gon jumped out of his seat and Bant ran out of his way, afraid of being trampled if the Jedi did anything rash.

"You are operating on Obi-Wan!"

Before Mace could reply Bant piped in, "Trust the Force Master Jinn. It'll take care of Obi-Wan."

Qui-Gon blinked and looked over at Bant. She didn't move any but looked down at the floor. Why did Obi-Wan say this man was to be his master? He was scary.

"Bant is right Qui, trust the Force. There's nothing you could have done with that bum shoulder of yours. Besides I'm almost done. Mace out."

Qui-Gon sighed and turned the mics off. He rubbed his face as he slowly sank back down into his seat. After some time he looked over at Bant.

This Jedi was a puzzle to Bant. One moment he was speaking heated words to a council member but then now he was sad and tears were starting to form in his eyes. Perhaps Obi-Wan simply wanted a puzzle for a master...

Qui-Gon wiped his eyes and straightened up, "My apologies young one. I probably have frightened you as my friend pointed out. Please know that was not my intention at all I was just..."

"Worried for Obi-Wan." The words escaped her before she even had thought about them.

He looked at her and nodded. She looked down at her webbed feet then walked back to her seat and sat down. For what felt like forever they just sat there in silence looking at each other.

Finally the door opened and Mace came in. He looked exhausted and there was blood all over his scorched tunic. Qui-Gon quickly got up and got his friend to take his seat.

Both Bant and Qui-Gon held their breath, waiting for Mace to give them the verdict.

"I got them all out... I think he will make it to the temple."

Bant sighed with relief, Master Mace had saved her best friend again. Qui-Gon thanked his friend then went to be with Obi-Wan. Even after everything Obi-Wan had told her over the past year Bant could see just how much Master Jinn loved Obi-Wan.

When he and Bant had been waiting in the cockpit Qui-Gon thought there was a chance they would never reach the temple. Thank the Force they finally did though. When they landed an army of Jedi healers and council members were there on the landing pad to greet them. He barely had the time to tell Obi-Wan to be strong or how desperately wrong he had been. They all followed the gurney to the operation room, but they only got as far as the waiting room. Once Vokara Che left Mace and Qui-Gon were flooded with questions. He was exhausted beyond words, every bone in his body burned every time he moved, and where Obi-Wan was supposed to be in his mind it was cold and vacant. He was in no mood to talk and he made that clearly visible.

Several hours later Vokara slowly walked out of the operation room with her head low and her twin tails even lower. Qui-Gon and Mace were the only ones in the waiting room when she came out, but that didn't stop them from running to her the moment they saw her.

She didn't even reprimand Qui-Gon for not being looked at yet she only sighed and bowed to Mace. "Master Windu, Jinn. We have done everything we can at this time. There were numerous fractures, pints of blood lost from whippings and all the other cuts, irregular heart beating from electrical shocks, missing and torn muscles from the muscle maggots and worst of all poison was trapped in his lungs. We've cleared it all out but he's on a breathing tube not to mention iv's and other tubes to pump blood and neuroscience back into his system. We know he is going to survive now but I've never seen a jedi as young as him survive this much."

Qui-Gon rubbed his face and sat back down in his chair. Obi-Wan, his Obi-Wan had gone through hell... Vokara went on talking to Mace about the recovery time she predicted for Obi-Wan but Qui-Gon didn't hear any of it. He was calling out to Obi-Wan through the Force. Stang he didn't even know if the boy would be able to hear him but he kept talking and talking to Obi-Wan. The boy was still as non-existent was he was before then something Vokara said brought him back to reality.

He jumped out of his seat and looked at Vokara. "Say that again Master Che."

Vokara nodded, "From our scans because of the amount of electricity that pumped through his body his mind in general will be frazzled and he may have lost his connection to his limbs."

By the time she had finished Qui-Gon had sunk back down to his seat.

Mace put a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder then looked into Vokara's eyes. "What does that mean doctor?"

Vokara shifted her weight back and forth before answering, "It means he may be paralyzed anywhere or everywhere and his mental state could be beyond repair. I am so sorry."

She bowed and then left.

Two weeks had gone by and Obi-Wan had only woken up twice but hadn't stayed awake long enough to respond to anything anyone had said. By then all the Jedi in the temple had heard word of little Obi-Wan Kenobi and they had payed their respects to Qui-Gon in some form or another.

Talh looked from the door frame of the small ward room and smiled with a heavy heart at the sight she saw. Poor Obi-Wan looked so small in that bed, there were so many tubes he was connected to she couldn't tell where his skin was anymore. Beside his bed the stubborn Qui-Gon she knew snoozed in the chair. Vokara had asked her to try and persuade Qui-Gon to go get some rest but even standing at the door she knew was a hopeless cause. Nothing would tear Qui-Gon away from Obi-Wan.

She quietly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge and looked at Obi-Wan. She thanked the Force she wasn't the one who found him. According to Mace it was the worst he had ever seen.

Gently she placed her hand on his little leg and whispered, "Stay strong young Obi-Wan. The Force has big plans for you in the future and this is just its way of strengthening you for the road ahead."

She had to blink back the tears but no one was around to see them. She was about to move her hand away when Qui-Gon's big callused one wrapped around hers. She looked over at him and saw tears in his eyes.

One tear rolled down Talh's face as she nodded. "He has a big future Qui-Gon."

He nodded and was about to say something when Obi-Wan stirred. They both held their breath focused all their attention on their little one.

Obi-Wan groaned and blinked but then for the first time since returning home his beautiful three colored eyes were awake, bright, and aware. He winced and looked around until his eyes fell upon Talh and Qui-Gon. Ever so quietly he whispered, "is it tomorrow?"

Talh looked at Qui-Gon not understanding what Obi-Wan meant but then she watched as her long time friend leaned over and brushed his hand through Obi-Wan's locks. "Yes little one, tomorrow has finally come."

It brought tears to their eyes as they saw Obi-Wan's eye fill with his own tears and he fell back asleep but with a small smile on his face.

When word got around that Obi-Wan had woken up and actually spoken the whole temple went into celebration. Never had there been so much hope carried in one little boys situation.

After that day Obi-Wan woke up more often. The lashes were almost gone and his muscles were slowly starting to look like they would mend, because of the extent of the maggot damage Obi-Wan had little control over his lower limbs, but thankfully the scans had been wrong and the electricity only frazzled his brain every once and a while. His connection to the Force was still elusive but every day when he woke Qui-Gon was there to help him release his pain and push away the nightmares or even roll him around in a wheel chair so he didn't have to stay in bed all the time.

Once he had enough muscle built up again in his arms Qui-Gon had given Obi-Wan his sketch pad back so then he at least had something while still in bed.

Qui-Gon had just gotten back from a talk with Yoda and Mace and was looking at Obi-Wan. The boy was quieter than usual, his sketch books lay closed at his side and his hand was rubbing against his neck. He scooted the chair closer to Obi-Wan's bed then cleared his throat. Obi-Wan slowly moved his hand away from his neck and looked over at Qui-Gon.

"Master Qui-Gon sir?"

He hesitated then looked over at the wheel chair in the corner of the room. "ah... how about a little stroll?"

Obi-Wan raised one of his eyes brows, "We've already gone on one today. Won't Vokara be cross?"

Qui-Gon waved his hand, "Since when did that ever stop you little one?" Then in one swift motion he had Obi-Wan's little form in his arms and he placed the boy in the chair. As he push Obi-Wan down the halls he couldn't help but wonder if this was how Obi-Wan was to live for the rest of his life. The latest reports from the healers said that it would take weeks if not months for Obi-Wan's muscles to heal back together and the boy's depressed mood wasn't helping his healing process. It made Qui-Gon worried and even more angry at Xantos.

When they made it to the Room of a Thousand Fountains Qui-Gon sat Obi-Wan under a tree then went back to thinking. The more he thought about it the more angry he became. Finally Obi-Wan stopped his angry thoughts.

"Qui-Gon, are you so angry."

He turned and looked down at Obi-Wan then at the grass. "I've been thinking about Xantos. Everything he's done and-"

Obi-Wan cut him off by placing one of his little hands on Qui-Gon's. "Like Talh said. This was a test from the Force... but not just for me, for you as well." Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan locked eyes. "Will you pass the test Qui-Gon?"

Would he? Yes he would, he would for Obi-Wan. He closed his eyes and searched his mind for all the anger and grief he had harbored for so long. He took a firm hold of all of it then mentally took a deep breath. He counted one... two... three, then he let it call go. There was pain as he let it all go but there was a greater joy to replace it as hewatched it all fly into the Force then disappear. He felt so much lighter, it was a good feeling. He could feel Obi-Wan's little healing aura beside him beaming with joy. He would always have the scars but he knew it was not right or his place to seek revenge on Xantos.

When he opened his eyes Obi-Wan was leaning against him asleep. He smiled then picked up the boy and took him back to the healers ward. When he got there Vokara started to yell at him but when she felt the change in his aura she closed her mouth and watched him walk by. He tucked Obi-Wan into bed and kissed his little forehead then settled into the chair next to the bed.

The next day after Obi-Wan's therapy session Qui-Gon was reading a data pad while Obi-Wan was drawing. Qui-Gon again talked to Yoda earlier that day and the little green troll had guided his grandapprentice in the right direction. He looked over at Obi-Wan then placed the data pad on the nightstand.

"How are your muscles feeling today Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan laid his pencil down then looked at Qui-Gon. "I'm starting to feel them again and they telling me they are soar."

Qui-Gon chuckled. "You have been doing a great job young one. I am proud of you."

Obi-Wan smiled and looked away for a moment, "I'm proud of you too Qui-Gon. I'm glad you passed your test yesterday. You look completely different in the Force now. It's a good change."

"All thanks to you young one."

Obi-Wan smiled then started to draw again. Qui-Gon cleared his throat and placed his hand on the sketch pad, gaining Obi-Wan's attention. "Young one... " He eyes started to fill with tears and he couldn't bring himself to look Obi-Wan in the eyes anymore. Obi-Wan quickly closed his pad and did his best to lean over and put his hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder. He wiped his eyes then looked back at Obi-Wan. "Please forgive me Obi-Wan. I have been such a fool, because of my mistakes with Xanatos I have been afraid of taking another padawan. That day in the sparring arena I just... I didn't see you looking up at me, rather a young Xanatos. It had taken me four years to realize I had become attached to you and I was afraid. Afraid I would ruin you so I did what I thought was best. I left. While I was gone I meditated and asked the Force for an answer. The only conclusion I came to was that I needed sever the mysterious bond. I didn't realize how much it would hurt you. I'm so sorry Obi-Wan. I was and am still an old fool. When Xanatos took you that was when I realized how important you are to me. I love you Obi-Wan as one of my own. You are a boy I will always be proud of."

The room was silent except for the sound of tears hitting both the floor and blanket. Qui-Gon looked up and with his tear filled eyes he met Obi-Wan's beautiful three colored tear filled eyes. Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip then spoke in one of the quietest voice Qui-Gon had ever heard. "So... you really do want me?"

Qui-Gon shook his head, "Oh yes Obi-Wan yes I do. I have been an idiot and because of that.. all of this happened. I'm so sorry."

Obi-Wan wiped his eyes then gave Qui-Gon's arm a little pat. "I forgive you Qui-Gon. I did a long time ago. This was a learning experience for us both wasn't it?"

Qui-Gon did his best to chuckle, "Yes I suppose so."

No words were needed they both worked together and the darkness that had been blocking the two minds vanished. The one strong mind was once again fully connected to the healing mind.

His other half was finally back, after months of emptiness his mind was once again complete. They leaned in and embraced each other. They stayed that way for a long time before Qui-Gon puled back just enough to see Obi-Wan's face. Through teary eyes Qui-Gon attempted to smile then held out a solid red bead.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, ever since I have known you, you have taught me so much. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my padawan learner?"

Obi-Wan looked at the bead then back at Qui-Gon and smiled, "Yes Master I do."

Four weeks had pasted since Master Qui-Gon had asked him to be his padawan learner. It was such a great feeling to know that the Agi-Corps were now a distant worry and the path side by side with his master was the only thing on the horizon.

The therapy for both his physical self and mental was grueling but every time he was at his lowest his master was there to pick him up and help him. Bant had been right, under the worry and self doubt Qui-Gon had loved him more than anything and now his master took every opportunity to show him just how much. He no longer needed constant conformation of his master's love but he could see that it made Qui-Gon happier so he let him.

He looked up from his sketchpad and smiled at his master dozing on the couch. When Qui-Gon had shamefully told him he had looked through his sketch pad he had been embarrassed that Qui-Gon had seen all this silly drawings but now he was over it. Qui-Gon kept a respectful distance from his book now but every few drawings he'd show Qui-Gon what he had done. Lately he had drawn different lightsaber hilts that he hopefully would one day wield.

Today he was drawing a pod racer. He didn't know why of all things he was drawing a racer but alas he drew. He put the final touches to the dusty background when his free hand unconsciously made its way to his neck. He stopped drawing and kept feeling the texture of his new scar. It was so surreal to think that one of his drawings he did years ago actually came true. He still had nightmares almost every night but with Qui-Gon's help. It was getting better.

The ache in his back told him had been laying on the floor too long so slowly he got up to his feet with sketch pad in hand. He looked around the room and decided the spot next to his master was where he wanted to be but that was at least ten steps away. Even with the top healers working with him and healing sessions every day his muscles still were mending on their own time, which was a ridiculously slow pace. He was forever greatful to Master Windu for what he did for him on the ship home. According to Master Windu if the maggots had gotten any closer they would have torn holes through his lungs.

Just thinking about the feeling of those little parasites in his body made him shiver. He prayed he'd never be forced to eat those little monsters ever again.

After banishing any more thoughts of muscle maggots he started the hard task of making it to the couch. He made it about two and a half steps before his legs gave out and he started to fall. He had his eyes closed and was expecting to feel the floor on his face but the floor never came. Instead he was picked up in one swift motion and was cradled protectively in his masters mighty arms. He held the sketch pad close to his heart and looked up at Qui-Gon. His eyes were a bright sky blue today, they were beautiful.

Qui-Gon smiled, "And where do you think you were going little one?"

He smiled back, "I was coming to sit next to you master but it seems you beat me to it."

Qui-Gon then chuckled then walked back to the couch and sat down. Once Qui-Gon was settled he leaned his head against his master's chest, listening to the constant, strong thump thump of his heart.

"You are getting stronger and stronger every day my Obi-Wan. I am so proud of you."

"Thank you master."

Qui-Gon rested his chin on his head and started to rub his back. He loved it when his master did this, not only was it comforting but it also was a way of messaging his muscles. He was about to fall asleep when Qui-Gon spoke up.

"What have you drawn today Obi-Wan?"

He looked up at Qui-Gon then opened his book. "A pod racer master."

He let Qui-Gon take the pad so he could look at it better, after all he did have a heap of padawan in his lap. "Force Obi-Wan you keep amazing me with your drawings. How are you so precise?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure... I just.. know."

Qui-Gon smiled, closed the book then gave it back to him. "Well it is wonderful Obi-Wan."

He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck while he looked away from his master. "Thank you master." His hand brushed against the scar again and his whole body stiffened. He didn't move a muscle until Qui-Gon moved his hand away from his neck. He let Qui-Gon gently lead his head back to his chest where he heard the comforting thump thump of his heart. He closed his eyes and started to fall asleep to Qui-Gon's voice.

"It's all in the past little one. You'll walk away from this in time. One day soon we will be assigned to a field mission and we will help those who need help. You'll see."

Yes one day he would be completely well again. One day he'd be out in the galaxy next to his master, helping systems that needed the Jedi. Perhaps tomorrow.

Author's note: My humblest apologies for not posting this chapter sooner. School has been crazy busy and I have to admit I've been beating around the bush with this chapter. I wanted it to be perfect and by wanting that goal It's been rather hard to find just the right words.
The circle is now complete. Obi-Wan and Bant were saved. Obi-Wan lived to become a padawan and Qui-Gon's broken heart has been healed with the help of Obi-Wan and the Force officially has the biggest "I told you so" against Qui-Gon.

So I've decided that until school is over I'm taking a break from writing. I thought this was a swell ending for this story. So in the future keep your eyes out for On The Horizon, the Sequel to The Freedom in Tomorrow
I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have imagining all of this.
A big big thank you to all of you that have review at some time or all the time! It truly has kept me going during this writing process. Unless you are a writer yourself then you'll probably never know how much the reviews push you to keep going. Thank you all.

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