TBH this is the type of thing that made me prompt a rewrite - it's only 5300 words but it wouldn't have ever had space in the original story. Anyways, enjoy. Next week we get started on some reedits of OG season 1 content.

"Stay here," the Janitor said to her. "I need to get someone."

Then he was gone, before Janna was even able to come up with an excuse. As soon as he'd left, though, a million thoughts he'd held up began racing through her mind.

So, he knew that the library was destroyed, but hadn't seen her do it. Could she lie and say someone else had done it? No, no one would believe her.

If he came back with a secondary witness she was expelled for sure. She could run? But it would only delay the inevitable. She could try and keep them out of the library? But that would only make her look more guilty.

Having run right over all the options in her immediate vicinity, she was already driving up to the scapegoats when her phone vibrated. The book had completed its transfer. Her careening thoughts screeched to a halt at that, years of school survival instinct kicking in - whatever she was going to do, she needed to do it quickly. So, immediate first objective: secure the book.

The enormous tome on the printer was about as easy to get down as it had been to get up - not at all - and the trash can she'd used as a transport prop had disappeared in all the chaos. With few better ideas, she made to push it behind the scanner (it had worked after the zombie crisis, after all), but was saved the trouble when its first pages slid open and were revealed to be blank.

She flipped through a few more pages to be sure. It seemed that her "copy" had been more of a "transfer." There was no sign of Glossaryck, but she wasn't about to search from cover to cover for him. She wasn't about to cry if she'd seen the last of him, either.

So with the book no longer a concern, she turned to the room and found that with her train of previous ideas parked, it was impossible to get it moving again. Her every instinct from every previous prank gone wrong only screamed run, and that no matter what, it would be better if she was not caught at the scene of the crime. Nothing else could be heard over the sirens in her head. So with no better options, she started for the door.

Her phone vibrated again, but she hardly noticed until something moved next to it in her pocket. A moment later there was a muffled voice that stopped her dead. It wasn't that she understood the mumbling - it was that she'd apparently picked up a talking mouse as a passenger and hadn't noticed.

Though as she quickly found out, it wasn't a mouse but a little blue man.

"Janna," Glossaryck said as she extracted him from her sweater, "Would you mind disabling texting on your phone? It's making me -"

Her phone vibrated again and he was cut off. In a robotic voice, he instead recited "seriously need to study for math test, can't put off forever."

Janna checked her home screen to see a pair of texts from Jackie about something along those lines and quickly disregarded. She also saw a notification that her scan had downloaded. A bolt of inspiration struck.

"Glossaryck," she said quickly, "I need some spells that will help me clean this library up before the Jan- uh, a guy who saw it, gets back."

Glossaryck took a full pivot around the room and stroked his beard. "Hmm," he considered. A moment dragged into seconds, and Janna started pacing out of impatience. Every moment was another second she could've been running, and the alarm bells in her head hadn't stopped.

"Well," the little genie finally said, "most of the easy ones would probably kill you." Janna was back on her way to the door before he'd finished, but he hovered over in front of her face before she could leave. "But," he added, "if you can spare a little elbow grease it should be doable."

Elbow grease aside, Janna would've given her whole arm if it meant staying in school. The "probably-kill-you" part hardly registered. "We've got 3 minutes. Tops."

Glossaryck nodded and zoomed forward, putting his hands directly through the screen of Janna's phone. She winced and bit back a shout, before she held it up and realized that the glass hadn't been broken. Glossaryck's hands had literally gone through the screen - he'd pulled up the new copy of the book she'd made and was fishing through its pages like a tiny paperback underneath the glass.

"Ah, here we are," he said. He'd flipped through pages so fast that the phone had gotten hot. "I don't have enough time to explain repairing spells, but this should work."

The cluttered page format had not been done any favors by being digitized and downsized to a 6 inch screen. The text, even zoomed in, was only barely legible.

Growth spell, Janna barely managed to make out, good for restoring wilderness after battles. Promestus Revival. Use wand for direction.

"Restoring wilderness…?" Janna read, puzzled, and Glossaryck nodded.

"It's for regrowing forests," he said. "You don't have a wand to use with it and there's no guarantee it'll work, but the shelves are made of wood and you're in a hurry, so…"

"Promestus revival!" Janna shouted without a moment's further hesitation. She looked around expectantly at the bookcases. Nothing happened.

"You'll need to think about exactly what you want to happen," Glossaryck instructed, then zoomed over to a bookcase that was mostly intact. It was on its side, and a few of its shelves had been split down the center somehow.

"Hold up the pieces and try again," Glossaryck said, and Janna nodded. She knelt, and held two pieces of one of the shelves together like she'd glued the edges. Then she imagined them fusing back into one, and put that thought at the center of her brain. "Promestus revival!" She exclaimed once again, and this time, she felt the magic flow.

Before her eyes, the treated wood remembered that it had once been part of a tree. New bark formed on the splintered edges and bridged the gap between the two halves. A moment later and she was looking at a shelf with a rough strip of unsanded bark down the center of it, and a knot grew into the pattern as the magic faded away.

"Wow!" Glossaryck chuckled, and he leaned in to examine. He'd produced a magnifying glass from somewhere, and leaned in close to examine the pattern. "I mean there was a chance, but I wasn't expecting that to work!"

Any time for self-reflection on Janna's part was cut short, though. She was admiring the new growth, too, until Glossaryck up at her with the magnifier still in front of his face. "Quickly, princess!" His overly enlarged mouth urged. "99% of women in your family haven't graduated high school - don't become a statistic!"

Janna held up another shelf and recited the incantation once again. "Who's the 1%?" She asked while the bark began to grow.

"Your mom's sisters," Glossaryck said. "First generation to get the opportunity. Still, that doesn't mean - oh, careful!"

With Janna preoccupied the bark had quickly grown beyond the seam of the board, not fully repairing it and instead spreading in a line across the back of the bookcase. Only with her full intent behind it did the spell finish the repair.

"OK," Janna noted. "Concentration required."

Unfortunately, concentration wasn't the only thing required. She finished the first set of shelves quickly, but by the time she moved onto the second she discovered that it had been without a doubt the least damaged of the room. And although the repairing spell wasn't taxing for a single use, as well over a dozen shelves were turned back into partial trees, all in the space of less than 10 minutes, Janna quickly found it harder and harder to stand up straight.

Still, with the last (and decidedly worst) bookcase now knitted back together from what looked to have been a lightning strike, she was now face to face with the results of her labor: 16 scabbed (but otherwise quite intact) bookcases, lying about on the floor. One was almost entirely bark - but for a small piece, it'd been completely shattered.

Janna surveyed the room, impressed as she was tired. Still, more than the new fatigue, even more than her amazement at the magic working, she was surprised that the Janitor hadn't returned yet. "Now what?" She asked Glossaryck.

"Well, you need to put them back the way they're supposed to be, obviously." Glossaryck had taken up a perch on her shoulder, and was watching with interest. "And no, there's no spell," he added before she could ask. "Not one that wouldn't, you know, make you pass out."

So she heaved and walked instead, and the idea of passing out was starting to sound better and better. The thin layer of books on the floor made it virtually impossible to move anything efficiently, and her surprise at the Janitor's continued absence turned to flat out amazement as 10 minutes turned to 30.

"Done," she finally forced out. She was gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. What had been a relatively mild, AC-fuelled climate had proven still too hot for continuous, panic-driven labor. In front of her were 16 bookcases, more or less back in the same places that they'd been a few hours ago. "Anything else?"

"Try and pick up some of the books," Glossaryck advised, and with fear of expulsion still on her mind, Janna hardly gave herself time to catch her breath before she bent over and started to retrieve spare pages.

By the time she had her first armful, someone cleared their throat at the doorway. Janna looked up and saw that the Janitor had finally returned, with none other than the principal of the school himself in tow.

She stared the two down. No one moved, but the Janitor's eyes went wide as he surveyed the shelves.

Without a word, the principal advanced. He hardly spared a glance at Janna. He'd done his absolute best to ignore her existence since assigning her detention, and this was no exception. Instead he inspected the room.

The books still on the floor (virtually all of them) were met with an upturned nose but little else, and as his eyes passed over the newly embarked bookshelves, if he noticed the change, he chose not to say.

He returned to the entrance, where the Janitor was still staring at Janna with confusion evident on his face. Janna stared back defiantly. Only when the principal stood to his side, obviously expecting his attention, did he look away.

"In light of recent… events," the principal said, "I'm forced to conclude that there may have been some lingering effects. As you should be able to see, every shelf in this room is quite intact, and the Russo brat-" at this he gave Janna a hateful glare, "though obviously fatigued, seems to be here early to clean up. As unbelievable as that is."

"Oh, because I'm not allowed to learn my lesson?" Janna retorted. She was painfully aware that nothing which the principal had just said was true. And yet, she couldn't help but defend her pride.

"I would sooner believe that the bookcases magically fixed themselves than that you learned anything," the principal assured her nastily, "but the library has no cameras. I'm going home. Enjoy your cleanup work."

The Janitor said nothing as the principal exited. Instead he walked over to one of the bookshelves and ran his fingers along the strip of bark that had knit it back together. He gave Janna a suspicious look, but presumably had nothing else to say. "Work starts in an hour," he barked at her, then turned and left.

Janna forced herself to wait five seconds after he'd left, counting it down in her head. Then she gave an enormous sigh of relief and shoved the pile in her arms onto a random shelf before dropping to the floor. Her head was humming and her eyes went unfocused.

Glossaryck emerged from her pocket, where he'd evidently been hiding. "Well done, Princess!" He exclaimed. "At this rate you'll beat the statistic! But I think you have someplace else to be in the meantime…"

He tapped his watch-less wrist meaningfully and Janna's tired brain clicked the puzzle pieces together. She'd spent what felt like a day walking through Nowhere, but that didn't match popping back into the library like only a few minutes had passed. The clock over the doorway read 2:30, which meant she'd hardly been out of the library for more than a couple hours. It also meant that by some fortunate stroke of fate, she'd been given just enough time to comfortably beat Joleen home… if she hurried.

As soon as she stepped out into the school, though, hurrying became a BIG if. Somehow, walking through Nowhere hadn't felt like much while she'd been there. Now that she was back on Earth, on the other hand, the sand still stuck to her shoes reminded her that she'd already spent the day on her feet. What she'd intended to be a run quickly turned into a pained stumble, and by the time she was on her doorstep it was a chore just to push the front door open properly.

An hour's nap also quickly proved to be insufficient for anything - she awoke once to Joleen squacking at her when she arrived home a few minutes in, and the remaining time felt like seconds.

Rather than her phone's usual blaring timer, though, her eyes snapped open to Glossaryck hovering in front of her face and "eerp"-ing at her, obviously annoyed about it.

She shut off the alarm and laid back again, wishing more than anything that there was any way she could skip her evening's service. Glossaryck, no longer forced to simulate the sounds of an alarm clock with his mouth, remained nearby.

"Please never use that alarm again," he said, and Janna couldn't spare the energy to shake her head. She got up and headed towards her evening doom in resignation a moment later, still without acknowledging him.

"It's violating!" He called after her, before following behind.

Unfortunately his nuisance didn't stop as she walked, and she was reprimanded on everything from her posture to her attitude. Only when she finally managed to smack him with her phone screen on arriving did he go silent and disappear.

The Janitor was waiting for her, broom in hand, and thus began the slow slog of Janna forcing herself through her evening routine. The Janitor's extra hours were paying off, not that she had the capacity to notice. Most of the classrooms were once again habitable, though there were still a fortune's worth of doors and windows to replace.

It wasn't until she was on her way home with the sun setting behind her that she remembered she'd been texted from Jackie, hours ago.

School back in Friday, study session tonight?

Seriously need to study for math test. Can't put it off forever.

Only through multiple evenings of sheer exhaustion was Janna finally forced to acknowledge the panic that rose in her chest when she remembered all the homework she hadn't done.

Busy day, she replied. Come over tomorrow.

She was about to put her phone away when Glossaryck emerged from it, unbidden.

"Good news, Princess!" He exclaimed. "I've found a way to make it so that -"

The phone buzzed in her hand, and his sentence was cut off. His eyes crossed. "Sounds good," he said robotically. "See you tomorrow."

He shook his head and buzzed his lips. "Nevermind," he finished, and disappeared back into the screen.

The remainder of Janna's slog was just long enough to make her wish she knew how to fly - and, for the first time, to make her consider that learning to do so was going to be a lot harder than she thought.

Mewni.

A quiet breeze rustled the landscape, and tousled the few scraps of grass which stuck out from the barren dirt of Ludo's former manor. The sun was setting serenely in the distance, casting an orange light over a field of ramshackle huts and tents which had appeared in its place.

Yvgeny Bulgolyubov, known to his monster compatriots as "Buff Frog" for his hefty appearance and amphibious features, punctuated the quiet air with swings from an axe.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

It was late - after working hours for the slummy field of monsters behind him - but his shift had only just started.

He took a moment to wipe the perspiration from his slimy brow. He didn't sweat - not really - his skin just kept itself wet.. But the dampness got in his eyes, nonetheless.

This accompanied a hefty gut and flabby arms, with a wide, sharp-toothed and toad-like mouth that gave him the immediate appearance of a fat bipedal frog. Of use out of Yvgeny's more unique features, though, was an ability to forego sleep for days at a time, so long as he was properly hydrated.

Belying Buff Frog's stature was a strong spirit and powerful muscle, hidden by the flab and the slime. During the day, Buff Frog worked as a parent to 12 tadpoles which he'd found shortly after Ludo's manor had been flattened. Together they inhabited one of the larger tents, somewhere behind him. At night, though, he worked as a builder, enforcer, spy, or advisor - whatever Ludo said he needed to be.

Tonight, he was to gather lumber for a construction project. By himself. All night.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

He couldn't stand the feeling of losing sleep. It was akin to slowly losing feeling of his body, over and over again. But he tolerated it, for the sake of his family.

A few more swings, and the pine he'd been swinging at gave a mighty groan before falling to the ground with a crash. It was a smaller tree compared to the others - only a hundred or so feet at most.

Yvgeny surveyed it and unhooked one of the dozen waterskins hooked to his belt, draining it in only a moment. Then, taking position among some of the sturdier branches, he set to work and began to pull.

Hours passed uneventfully. By the time he'd dragged it into the sleeping camp, the moon was high in the sky and he'd drained most of his water supply. A long gouge in the ground followed in his wake.

It was nearly midnight when he finally heaved it into place at the pile with its fellows. A trickle of other creatures was following as well - either the camp's night watch, or else his few fellows which were nocturnal.

"Buff Frog!" A voice hissed from the darkness, and Yvgeny tensed. It'd been hours since he'd last heard a voice, the whispering breeze of the woods having long been replaced with the monotonous snores of a city of hard-working monsters.

Yvgeny squinted through the darkness. The new moon was just bright enough for him to see a glint of metal, and an equally hulking figure to his own, looming a few feet away.

"Meat Fork," Yvgeny addressed him. He didn't know the creature's real name, just as he hadn't bothered sharing his own.

The two approached a watch-fire to conference, Yvgeny's enormous compatriot coming into full view. Meat Fork was something called a "Phacochoerus," a word which Yvgeny had once read but had never been able to pronounce. He doubted his partner would've even gotten that far.

He had a long, snouted mouth like a hog's which snorted when he breathed heavily, and two sets of small, tusk-like teeth extending past his lips. A pair of long, serrated ears extended up from his head, and he was covered head to toe in shaggy brown fur. An undyed shirt and denim pants provided modesty, but did little to hide a bodybuilder's enormous figure, as much a bodybuilder's musculature as Yvgeny's gut was a strongman's.

A pair of giant forks attached to cupped iron were belted into place over his hands, because (by his own account, anyway), 'they looked cool.' Next to Buff Frog himself, he was one of the camp's senior members and one of Ludo's few trusted enforcers.

"You gotta help," Meat Fork whined uneasily. The tusks in his mouth made everything come out with a mild snarl, but here it did little to hide his nervousness. "The boss is acting weirder than usual. He just fired me. Again."

Buff Frog nodded. There were several ways that Ludo could be acting weirder than his normal, already bizarre self, but only one which would have him dismissing either of the two of them. He, himself had been "fired" at least once a day since they'd started setting up camp a week ago.

"I vill take care of it." Buff Frog replied. Contrasting to Meat Fork, Buff Frog spoke with a thick Russian accent - not that Mewni had a Russian equivalent - as the only way he'd ever found to make his throaty, ribbeting voice sound natural.

Meat Fork nodded gratefully. Buff Frog handed him his axe and gestured to the pile of felled trees. "Go get another log," he instructed. "I vill help when I return."

With that, he set off through the dark.

He'd never been good in the night. Even when temperate, the chill bit his skin terribly and his species was rarely active when the sun wasn't up because of it. Enough sleepless nights and full waterskins, though, had helped him get used to the sluggishness and the bite, and the moon provided just enough light for him to weave between the packed tents.

Ludo's "throne room" was obvious from the few other ramshackle structures which the monsters had managed to erect. Despite hardly being a single room of his former castle, it was quite obviously the largest building for miles. It'd been cobbled together from what few finished boards and logs that had been produced, and reinforced with scraps of stone rubble and the occasional metal bit that had survived the blast radius.

The "front door" (a cloth sheet hanging from the entrance) was unguarded. Buff Frog pushed it aside to see a typical scene. There were a few scraps of furniture which had been blown to bits, and a few new holes in the walls since his visit earlier in the evening. In between was a mess of food scraps, bits of clothing and other, less pleasant mess. A few poorly-made torches cast flickering light and long shadows over the scene.

Buff Frog spotted Ludo immediately. The tiny creature was curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth and muttering. He'd abandoned the robes he'd worn prior to the castle's destruction for a poorly-stitched cloth gown, and his face had somehow become even more unsettling. Beady eyes which had always been shrewd and cruel now also carried the tint of madness, and there were flecks of foam and old food on his beak. He'd even begun to grow a beard, somehow, strands of grey sticking out from beneath his green molt.

Buff Frog approached and began to hear what he already knew he'd find. "Don't want it," Ludo muttered. "Don't like it. I don't like it. I don't want it. Needs to go away. No more voice. Just Ludo. Don't like it. I don't want it…"

"Boss?" Yvgeny cleared his throat and announced his presence, making Ludo jump.

"Ech!" He crowed, then turned and surveyed his servant. "Oh. You. What do you want? Go get me some food."

Buff Frog ignored this. There wasn't enough to go around as it was, and Ludo had taken a full 3 course meal once that day already. Most of it was now lying discarded across the floor.

"Boss, are you okay?" He asked instead, just as he had every other time this happened.

"Yes!" Ludo immediately squacked. "No! Maybe, I- I don't know, I- who are you?"

His eyes went wider and he stared at Buff Frog without recognition. Then some fog cleared from his eyes. He squinted, and scowled. "Wait a minute. I know you." He said. "I fired you! Get out!"

Buff Frog sighed in resignation. "Boss, vhere is your vand?"

"Wand?" Ludo's eyes darted away nervously, the previous command already forgotten. "What wand? Why? Who told you? WHAT HAVE YOU HEARD?"

Yvgeny ignored this once again, and Ludo restarted his muttering. "I don't like it. Threw it away. Don't want it. No wand."

Buff Frog spotted it in a moment - a skeletal hand laying among the mess, grasping a stone in its four-fingered grip. It was lying face down, its knuckles visible.

He gave another glance at Ludo. He'd silently resolved, as soon as he'd seen what it did to his former boss, to never touch the thing if he could help it. Fortunately, he'd never needed to.

"Oh, there it is," he said instead, and started over to it. "Vell, if you don't vant it, I vill just take -"

"NO!" Ludo screeched. Quick as a flash he was back up off the ground and bounding towards the wand, on all fours, like a beast. "It's mine!" He shouted. "You can't have it! Nobody but me!"

He grasped the forearm that functioned as its hilt and held it once again, close to his chest, cradling it like a child. "Mine," he said with a mad giggle. "My wand."

Face up, the stone the wand was holding was finally visible. In its center was a jagged, glowing green half-star. It made Buff Frog shudder to look at.

"My wand…" Ludo muttered. "Wand… yes, I won't leave you again. No, this isn't like those other times. Never again…"

He then looked up, and looked quite mad - and quite angry. "You!" He screeched. "You tried to take my wand!"

Buff Frog held his breath. He'd done this three times now - and just like the other two times, he wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

Ludo held up the wand, and Yvgeny took a step back. "Wait," he said awkwardly, "I -"

"I don't want to hear it!" Ludo screeched. "Prepare to feel the wrath of my wrath!"

He waved the wand forward and Buff Frog flinched. He was expecting a death blast to the chest - the same spell that had levelled towns and the Mewni Royal Castle. But after a moment with no searing pain, no blast of force, he cracked an eyelid.

Ludo looked just as surprised. He stared at the wand and then tried again. "My WRATH!" He said louder, and forced the wand forward again.

Once again, nothing happened.

Buff Frog relaxed, though only slightly. He was still dealing with a madman, after all.

Ludo shook the wand. "Oh come ON!" He shouted. "Why won't you - NO! No. He tried to - but I want to - NO!"

Buff Frog slowly backed out of the tent, muttering something about "gathering more wood." Outside, he could hear Ludo continue to rant. "You always do this! I want to destroy someone ONE TIME!"

Before long, Yvgeny was back among the sleeping city, little more than watchfires to guide him back to the lumber pile. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Once upon a time, Ludo had been Buff Frog's boss. They'd chased the princess of Mewni, Star Butterfly, hundreds of kilometers in a vain effort to steal her wand, but it hadn't amounted to much. Ludo wasn't one for planning, or general competence for that matter.

To Buff Frog, stealing the wand had been a job. Ludo's castle had been warm and accommodating, even if the bird himself was somewhat eccentric. The food had been good. Such luxuries were exceptionally rare for monsterkind, and he wasn't even sure how Ludo had managed to keep the place - but so long as he did, he never found himself short of new recruits. Aside from getting beat up by Star and her companions every few days, life had been pretty good.

Lost in thought, he found Meat Fork hauling another tree into camp - this one considerably smaller than Yvgeny's, and, he noted with pride, he was having quite a bit more trouble with it. He positioned himself on its other side and without a word they began to pull in tandem.

After a few weeks of attempts, a new monster, competent and menacing, had shown up and Ludo had ceased to matter entirely. He was out of the castle and left to fend for himself, and Buff Frog had worked for his replacement instead. But that was fine. After all, the castle was still warm, and the food was still good.

But, although he'd been present with some of Ludo's other former minions, Buff Frog had never been able to understand what had actually happened the night the castle had been destroyed. Only that like most of his coworkers, he'd dug himself out of the rubble afterwords and everything had been gone.

With Meat Fork, Yvgeny carved the rut in the ground deeper as they retraced their steps to the lumber pile. The log was hauled next to it and set aside, Meat Fork huffing and puffing while Yvgeny drained his last waterskin.

A few days after the castle had been flattened, Ludo reappeared - unhinged, and sporting a gruesome new magic toy. Mewni's royal court - oppressors and tyrants, good riddance - was dethroned in a matter of days.

And now they were here. A new, much larger band of monsters had followed Ludo back to where his castle had once stood, a scattering of Buff Frog's old coworkers among them. Under his instruction, camp was made and construction began. They didn't know what they were preparing to construct - Ludo wouldn't tell, if he knew himself - but it had been the first real long-term plan Yvgeny had ever seen the bird attempt.

Except it wasn't Ludo. Not really. Ludo was the one who had fired him and Meat Fork multiple times, and flattened the camp one night with his wand. Ludo was who he'd found in the corner, and who'd tried to blast him a few minutes ago.

The rest of the time, it was the wand. Buff Frog was sure of it. It was whispering to Ludo, telling him what to do and who to order about. It was the wand who'd forced Ludo into rehiring him, and made him a lieutenant, and the wand that wanted the lumber.

Yvgeny arrived at the well and began refilling his water supplies. He chose to avert his gaze from the nearby hovel where his old boss was still crowing.

It didn't take a genius to make the connection. It was Toffee's clawed hand that was gripping the crystal. Somehow the lizard was still alive (or at least conscious), and he was the reason the camp hadn't been flattened again. He was the one dictating Ludo's every move.

The following morning (and 3 more trees later), Yvgeny's muscles ached. Meat Fork had called off after the first log - technically, he wasn't supposed to be working to begin with.

Buff Frog stumbled just far enough to get a bowl of hot porridge from the ration tent as it opened, one of the few perks of being a high-ranking monster. Then he found his way to his own tent, downed half the bowl, set the other half next to the basin of water where his sleeping children swam, and gave a contented sigh as he sank down onto a flat pillow.

He'd need a few hours to sit and recover, but his children wouldn't allow him to sleep. He thumbed the waterskins instead, and eyed the babies. Each one was the size of a baseball, now - double what they'd been a few days prior.

Ludo or Toffee, it didn't really matter to him. He had a real family now. And the tent was warm, after all. And the food was good.

Comment response!

Gallifrey says, "this seems a lot like elder scrolls magic!" to which I would respond yes! When I was trying to classify how Janna's new magic works, Skyrim was the first place I thought to look for the different schools. Not quite identical, but definitely intentionally similar.

Guest (1?) says: "this reminds me of Joleen's trial!" which, I'm glad you noticed! That similarity was also very intentional. A magic-oriented space to play around in is relevant a lot. Ishkilthul is still coming. I like his character too much to get rid of. It definitely could be Tom, but I'm also still trying to use what I already have when I can.

Guest (2?) says: "All that for one page?" To which I would reply, yeah, the whole book got scanned when she did the one page. I don't know how. Magic.

I've replied to the last reviewer privately, in the hopes of having a discussion, but if anyone else notices any potential discrepancies or plot problems like that let me know so I can make sure to better fix them next time around!

Next week starts a block of chapters that most of you will be very familiar with, from the original Season 1. Not sure what the extent of changes will be, but I'll try to keep to what I have while still providing something new and entertaining regardless.

See you then!