Before you read the story, know this. My character is an OC, and it is After the final battle of DA2. It's a bit alternate, because through the story I want to let Carver and Bethany both be alive. Just for you to know. AND it is OC x Fenris. Just be warned. Don't like it, don't read it

And for the rest, I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

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The Guardian

Chapter 1

Beyond the Wasteland

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Along with the rain, an unexpected visitor came…

Dark clouds hanged over Kirkwall. As the rain fell on the City of Chains, the water streamed through the streets, trying to cleanse the scars away. The sun had been down for quite a while, but the moon and stars were hidden behind the thick clouds.

The Merchant Prince walked through Hightown, with his beloved weapon on his back. He whistled a small tune softly, and the song echoed through the empty streets, with the pouring rain as it's choir. It has been three years now since the Champion of Kirkwall's disappearance. Passing the once existed Chantry, Varric shot a glance at the building. Nothing was left of it.

He, the Pirate Queen, The Guard-Captain, and the Dalish elf, had returned to Kirkwall, the City of Chains.

After the final battle between Mages and Templers, the Champion of Kirkwall, was forced to leave the city. After they fled in the hills, Hawke had said his goodbye to his friends. They haven't heard of him since.

Varric sighed heavily. The city had been in a chaos since. Templers were everywhere, good or bad, and the mages only became more rebellious by their presence.

He passed the Amell estate and saw the already fading family crest of the Amell. He started at it, remembering his friend. The time they all brought together in that place, it was lost now, and now only part of the many stories he told. He has been released recently by that Seeker. He silently thanked the Maker for it.

Sighing again, he continued with walking again.

They haven't heard anything from Anders ever since. Varric guessed that Blondie would be doing something Underground against the oppression of Mages. But on the other hand, he could be completely possessed by Justice.

The Prince of Starkhaven has angrily left their side once Hawke decided to let him live. He swore that he would hunt down the Apostate Mage, but Varric hasn't received any word of the actually hunt. But he did receive a word of how Sebastian claimed the throne of Starkhaven back.

The Broody Elf had left them too, and started to think about a life for his own. He told that he would go to Starkhaven. Varric knew through his spy network that Fenris there. How he was doing, that would remain a mystery.

He walked down the stairs towards Lowtown. He held his gaze forward. There was no one on the street, since it rained so hard. And because Hightown was still recovering from the heavy blast it received. The Merchants had moved on to another location in Kirkwall. It was good for the business, though the circumstances were lesser now. But the market that once was filled with the stalls of the many merchants were gone.

Varric frowned. Many things had changed. Every day, the threat of war grew, and the tension between the two groups were enormous. The Chantry is about to fall, and the raising power of Tevinter grew. The growing influence of Orlais was a threat for Ferelden, and the Qunari has not forgotten their defeat. And besides that, the Templers had rebelled against the Chantry and every Circle in Thedas had raised to rebellion against the Chantry. The entire world is at the brink of war. And above that, the most important people of the world were gone.

Varric had knew that far from his spies and Cassandra Penthagast.

"Maker watch over you for the dark times ahead of us."

Remembering the words the Seeker had said to him, and the concern in her face, he knew that this was serious. Somehow, he wished that he knew where Hawke was.

Placing his first step on the step of the stair that leaded to Lowtown, he heard footsteps from someone else.

He looked up at the sudden passenger, he saw a small person. But he couldn't see the face. Wearing a red cloak, while the hood covered the face. Varric could tell this one was new in the city. The cape was open and revealed the body, which made clear it was a woman. Both her hands were wearing brown leather gloves. On arm was naked, while the other was completely covered by the long black glove. Her neck was covered by her brown dull leather armor, but over it she wore a sleeveless white with red coat, who was half open. Under her chest was an tight belt. She wore a brown skirt, and boots until her knees. Her boots were wearing protection and she had an small bag on her hip. A sword with a blue sheath was on the waist, alongside a dagger.

This person wasn't a simple traveler. The woman passed, without looking the dwarf. Varric stood still and just looked attentive at the woman. She had a strange presence. One that said that she wasn't someone you could mess with. Her red cape following her ,and when she turned the corner, she disappeared from his sigh.

Varric felt suspicious. Perhaps he should use his spy network to gather information about the mysterious woman. Somehow, he didn't trust her presence in Kirkwall.

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The woman passed the location of the former Chantry. She looked at it for a while. It was only a ruin now. She shook her head. She could feel how thin the Veil her was. Magic was the cause of this, as she had read from the many reports.

She walked towards the Amell estate, hoping to find something. But with one glance, she felt the hope falling down. The estate was hardly worthy enough to call it a house anymore. And it seems that thieves saw their chance clear to steal whatever was worthy to take.

She grunted and cursed frustrated, knowing that she was too late. The Seekers had reached the place sooner than she did. Everything that had any valued information was long gone.

She turned around and walked back, thinking what her next step should be. She walked in a corner and was in a corridor. It was cold and dark, and the rain only grew.

She embraced the darkness, but she held her hand on sword she hid under her cape. She was wary, since her current position wasn't the best one. Walking without any noise through it, she focused her mind on the area before her.

Something was rumbling in the darkness. Even though it was a small noise, it was loud enough for her to hear it. She didn't stop walking. Feeling a small grin her lips, she knew someone was watching her. It would be foolish to hope for a drunkard. They had managed to follow her.

She held her eyes open, but concentrated on the sound. One person was behind her. She could hear the following footsteps. One person, a mage, was waiting for her ahead. She could feel it's magic. And at least two people or more were on the roof, keeping an eye on her. Her lip curled up. She is going to enjoy this, since it would help to lose her frustration.

Speeding up her pace, she had her hand firmly on the sword. Her eyes saw the mage before, readying his magic. The mana responded on the mage call, and the Veil shifted. She could hear the person behind her speeding up his pace too.

Her feet started to move faster, and she ran. She ran faster and faster, until she saw the mage. The man was startled at the appearance of her. Setting off the ground, she jumped in the sky, with a dagger in her hand. The mage let out a startled gasp, and summoned his spell.

But it was too late. She landed on the man, and sliced his throat with the dagger. The mage yelped, before he chocked in his own blood. He fell on the ground, as the girl was on top of him, pinning him down. She was covered with blood and looked penetrating at the man. As the lights went out of his eyes, she looked at the man. The emptiness of his eyes confronted her, and she placed her hand on his eyes, closing them gently.

Hearing a bow that echoed through the corridors, she heard an arrow whiz behind her. It just missed her ear. She jumped off the man, and dodged another arrow. Making a cartwheel, she threw the dagger at the man and hit in his right shoulder. The scream echoed through the once empty corridor.

She jumped between the walls of the corridor up and lifted herself until she was on the roof. She landed on her feet and rolled over. The archers immediately reacted and shoot arrows at her. She dodged them skillfully. The archers continued with shooting and she caught one arrow in her hand. Her fingers clenched around the wood as the cries broke out. She ran towards the first archer she saw, and slammed the arrow in the leg of the archer. He let out a small grunt and fell on his knees. She punched the man on the head and he fell on the ground.

She took the bow and the arrows, aiming them on the other archers, who continued with shooting. She started to move and shoot at the same time. Meanwhile, she tried to look for a route to escape. She hit someone, and the archer fell down with a groan.

Hearing others coming on the roof, she looked over the shoulder and saw more people with the red cloak. She used the last arrow and shot it at the front man. He smashed the arrow away from them with his weapon, and gave the command to charge forward.

Walking back slowly, she looked over her shoulder carefully. The only option she had was running over the top of the houses. Looking one last time at her pursuers , she jumped back and ran over the roofs of the houses. The rain hits her face, and it became a mix of water and sweat.

Lightning from the sky lighted up the city and shortly after a loud crash of thunder shrieked through the atmosphere. She looked over her shoulder to look at them. A small flash from the lightning revealed all their faces, including hers and their red eyes.

The others followed her tireless, and she moved faster. Jumping over to the other house, she rolled over the ground and landed on her feet. She grunted at blow, but moved as quickly as she could.

She started to notice the slight change of houses. They became more poorly. Nevertheless, she didn't slowed her pace for it. She jumped up and in the air she turned around. While she hang for a brief moment upside down, she threw her dagger at one of them, and hit someone. Landing back on her feet with her face forward, she saw that the edge of the house had arrived.

She braced herself, since she had to jump quite a distant down. She realized that she must have entered the next section of Kirkwall. With all the strength she had in her legs, she jumped over. Feeling herself fly in the sky, she activated her own magic. An second skin of lightning covered her body. It buzzed around her, and lighted the surrounding up. When she landed , the lightning covered the blow, and released an force of electricity. The ones that jumped after her, were blown away, and were crashed against the wall. Someone was blown inside the house, and a startled scream came from the room, along with some frustrated curses. She showed her mockingly smirk at them, as one of them snarled at her. He gave the sign to follow her. The ran over to another houses that stood beside the roof she was one.

She ran over and jumped from the house off again. Rolling over when she landed and she stood on her feet in one flexible movement. She ran forward and jumped on the next roof. As she was hanging in the air, she suddenly she saw that the roof beneath her was a lot weaker and it was certain that it wouldn't hold her. Too late to change it, she prepared herself for the fall and took the still sealed sword out of her belt.

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"All for us, thank you very much!" exclaimed Isabela happily. She embraced the small pile of money they had won. Merill giggled and looked amazed at the small fortune they won. Varric, and Aveline growled at them.

"Damn you, Rivaini…" Varric said, and tossed his hand of cards on the table. Aveline did the same and muttered something about "Cheating whore". Isabela laughed delighted and had small twinkling lights in her eyes.

"This is your share, kitten." She said to Merrill. The elf took her money and admired it fascinated. Isabela smirked and brought her attention to her own profit. "And this is my share…"

She said with a wide seducing grin. She was already imagining a pleasurable night at the Blooming Rose. It was amazing how the business of a brothel never stopped. She could hear the growl that came from Aveline. Isabela smirked at the guardswoman, and childishly stuck out her tongue. Aveline rolled her eyes, and drank up her drink with a frown.

After that, they were quiet again. Varric ordered another round of ale. "Another round, then?" he suggested, but it was declined.

Nobody said a word, since no one knew something what they could say. After a couple moments of awkward silence, Isabela growled frustrated. She stretched herself out and brought her hands behind her head, and rested her head on them.

"It was much more fun when everyone was here…" groaned Isabela. She pouted, closed her eyes.

The rest knew what she meant. There was a silence then and the only sound was when Norah putted down the ale on the table. They all had to admit. These silent moments occurred more now since everyone went on their own way.

Norah left the room as Varric gave her the coin. There was a heavy sigh from the dwarf and just looked silently in his cup with ale. It reflected his image. He slightly frowned at it, since he suddenly noticed he was looking old in it.

"We are becoming more broodier then that Elf." He said with a small chuckle. He got a small laugh from Isabela and a giggle from Merrill.

He lifted the mug ale up and settled it on his lips. His head went back as the drink entered his mouth. The bitter taste was welcoming, and he was staring at the ceiling of his suite. Tonight nothing specials is going to happen.

As Varric looked at the ceiling, Varric heard shouts outside, and he frowned. Slowly, he took Bianca. The strange thing was, the sound came from the top. He glanced at Aveline, who had her hand on her shield.

"Is there a party on the roof, Varric?" Merrill asked as she looked with a scowl at the roof. The roars continued outside.

Varric opened his mouth to answer her, but a crash interrupted him. A loud crack was sounded from the roof, and something broke down. Before anyone could make out what happened, the roof broke down. The sound of stone rumbling and cries of wood went through the room, and dust immediately spread through the room. Something fell in the room on the table with a loud tumble and a groan. The table creaked loudly in protest with the weight.

Isabela and Merrill jumped up with yelp, and Aveline took her shield and sword and Varric Bianca. They held their weapons up and aimed at the thing that fell down. The dust covered the sight of the person who fell. They heard cough and saw something red through the dust. Small trail of dust followed down and landed on the ground. Varric narrowed his eyes, and then saw the red cloak.

The dust went away and the form of her became clearer. A head with brown short hair was revealed. Everyone looked stunned at the person The woman pulled her hood back without revealing to anyone her identity. Varric eyes widened, as the woman raised to stand up.

"You?" he exclaimed. In his voice was surprise and somehow accusing. Aveline cursed loudly.

The woman looked at him and made a "Tsk" sound. She looked around and bend down to pick up her sword on her knees.

There came more sounds from the roof and they all looked up. With the sound of fast footsteps, more people with red cloaks jumped through the hole and landed on the table. They roared at the woman and surrounded her. Varric looked bewildered at them, and held Bianca ready. He looked at the others and they had the same expression as his: stunned.

Their swords were pointed at the woman. She was still kneeling, but her sword was steady in her hand. Her jaw line was visible, and it showed that she clenched it together. One of them took out his sword on her and before they could actually hit her, she took her own sword out. There was a clear sound from the sword that filled the room. It was almost as if the sword was singing a rare tune. The steel of the weapons clashed against each other. She was strong enough to make her opponent stumble. Kicking the person away, he fell off the table. She held her blade defensively up and looked at all of them.

"Get her!" one of them commanded.

The other attacked her all in the same time. The woman made a cartwheel in the sky. She managed to get between two persons and landed off the table. She slowly raised from her knees, and in one hand she had her sword, while in the other her dagger.

Another sound of thunder was sounded outside, and the light of it enlightened the room. Varric narrowed his eyes, and for a quick moment he saw a red flash from their faces. Feeling a cold shiver over his back. The woman held the two blades up, and made a mockingly gesture at her opponents. They ran to the woman.

Varric heard Merrill shriek, as she looked wide eyed at the woman. He looked back at the woman, and saw that her hands were enlightened with magic. A veil of lightning went over her body. The men and women who were trying to attack her, jumped at her. The woman released the electric field, and all of them, including Varric and the others, were blast away. The crying sound of lightning sizzled in his ear.

She made a cartwheel and landed on the table. Looking around her, she saw the most of them were laying on the floor. The room was now filled with groaning and knocked out people. She ran towards the table. Placing her weapons back, she snapped her fingers. Lightning went over her body again, and soundless she jumped through the roof.

The rest was left stunned. Varric looked from the roof, surprised and amazed, but the woman didn't came back. He looked at the others, who were just as he, looking dumbfounded at the place where that mysterious woman once was.

The other men stood up, and followed the trail of the woman who just fled out. They didn't pay any attention at the others and left through the hole of the ceiling.

Varric blinked a couple of times and looked through the hole where all those people in disappeared. In his mind went many questions. Who were they? What did they want? Why didn't he knew them? Since a long time, Varric had no clue who these people were, or what they want. No one of his spy network had told him about these people. The Red Cloaks.

A frown appeared on his forehead. He vowed that he should investigate these people carefully. Then a new realization hit him then. Looking bewildered at the roof, he growled and roared.

"Who the hell is going to pay for that?" he made angry fist gestures at the hole.

Corff stormed in the room, as he had heard the noises from Varric's suite. When he saw the damage he actually shrieked loudly, followed by the curses of Varric. The bartender demanded angrily a explanation for the roof. Aveline stepped in and tried as best as she could to explain what happened.

But none of them was certain what happened.

"All I can say is, a stranger fell through the roof." Said Aveline with a light shrug. She glanced back at roof, seeing the sky was clear, and the moon was shining brightly in all her grace.

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Isabela walked through Hightown, On her way to the Blooming Rose. She was humming a little song while she walked. On her face, she had that smirk she always had.

After the little scene in the Hanged Man, Aveline and the other Guards tried to search the Red Cloaks, as they had referred to them, but they didn't found a trace. They just disappeared in thin air.

Although the dwarf was upset about his roof, shortly after, he was found a new inspiration for one of his stories. Promising Corff he would fix the roof, he had went down and told everyone an amazing story about the woman that fell in his suite. Of course, he had made it more interesting, by adding some snakes and chains in it. Isabela didn't feel to listen at the story she already knew.

And after Isabela brought Merrill back to her house, she went on to her own business. Isabela chuckled softly. On these days she missed Hawke the most of it. And Fenris, even if it was just to watch him. Snickering at her fantasies, she saw how both men were glistering before her.

She reached the Red Lantern district and she pushed the door of the Blooming Rose open. The place was still as crowded as always. A heavy smell of sweets and perfume infiltrated her nose. She walked through and stood in the main chamber, filled with whores. She ogled all of them, having a hard time deciding which one she wants. Seeing the proprietress of the brothel, she walked towards Madame Lusine.

"Isabela." Said Madame Lusine with her thick accent. "I presume you came for our many services." She said with a purr

"That's right, sweet thing." She responded and with a grin and a wink.

She held the small pouch of gold before the woman's eyes. They followed the sway of the pouch greedily, as if she would snatch it away.

"Well, you know how things go." Madame Lusine held her palm up. Isabela gave the small pouch of sovereign to her. Feeling the weight in her palm, she winked to Isabela, telling her she could do as she pleases.

Isabela walked off with a wide grin. She sat on a chair and tried to decide once again. She felt an uncomfortable feeling though. A feeling of guilt, as Hawke reappeared in her mind like many times.

The storm had ended, and outside, if you would hear carefully, you could hear the water dropping off the windows. Isabela listened to it carefully. She tried to calm herself, and tried to bury the feeling of guilt away. She could hear the champion's lecture in her mind, and scowling at him for disturbing her night of fun, even if he was gone. Her mind was distracted when the main door opened once again. she didn't saw the person that entered. As she tried to see who it was by leaning a little bit forward, she saw in her corner of her eyes another person approaching the exit.

A woman, a prostitute, walking from the stairs with a slight seducing rhythm in her swaying hips. Her blond hair fell on her back, and her heavily made-up face had a smile full off promise. She walked towards the door and disappeared from Isabela's sight. She welcomed the newcomer with some words. Isabela couldn't hear the words, as they were spoken in another language. The blond-haired woman reappeared again.

She walked towards Madame Lusine and gave her a pouch of gold. She whispered something in the woman's ear. Lusine looked at her suspiciously for a moment and then waved her off with a short nod. The prostitute walked back and took the probably new client with her.

Isabela became a bit more curious and stared bluntly at the entrée. Sitting on the point of her chair, she focused her gaze on the entry. When they entered the room , a familiar shape came forward. Gasping surprised, she couldn't believe her eyes.

A red cloak, now slightly damaged, was covering the person's body, but Isabela was certain it was the same person that had fallen through Varric's roof.

She observed the room carefully and the woman followed the prostitute without a word. She looked at Isabela for a brief moment and then walked upstairs in a room. Isabela followed her with her eyes. She saw them stopping before the door of a room. The prostitute let her entrée the room first and then followed her. With a small bang she closed the door behind her, to give them some privacy.

Surprised as Isabela was, she sat there on her chair. She stared at the door that remained closed. Feeling curious, she wanted to know who she was and there came a wicked grin on her face. She looked at the Madame Lusine, who was busy with another client. Raising up, she went upstairs and looked around. No one was here, for a moment.

She couldn't help to feel a bit excited. What more secrets can this woman have? A scandalize affair?

Placing her ear to the keyhole, she grunted as she concluded that they were speaking to softly for her to hear. She opened the door slightly, and thank the Maker, she did it soundless. Peeking through the door opening, she held her breath to listen carefully.

She saw the two woman. To her surprise and disappointing if she was truly honest, they were still clothed and merely sitting at the fireplace. The red cloak was still around the woman, but her hood was off. She was sitting with her back towards the door. The only thing she revealed was her brown short hair that only covered her neck.

"… I must thank you for the trouble, Lucrezia." She said to the prostitute. Her voice was strong, and Isabela could hear the Ferelden accent in it.

"Oh please! It always pleasures me to see you, love." She said with a purr. She was definitely from Antiva, as she had that funny accent in her voice.

Isabela saw the prostitute pouting at her. "Too bad you never come for my services."

The woman snorted. She didn't approve the statement she made. "I am certain you can entertain others." She growled.

Lucrezia sighed disappointed. "It's such a shame. For you, I would do this even for free…" she muttered, and the other woman coughed a bit awkwardly.

"I came here, because my contacts said you had something to deliver me." Said the woman with a pragmatic tune. "I hoped to find some useful information about the Champion, but alas… his house was empty."

Isabela flinched at the mentioning of Hawke. What business did she had with him? Opening the door a bit more, and quickly glancing behind her to see if she was still alone. Nobody was upstairs, besides the people who were doing things in the rooms.

Lucrezia chuckled. "It seems that the Templers or something thought the same. They have infiltrated into the estate of the Champion. If anything useful been there, it is lost now."

Lucrezia stood up and walked towards the desk. Opening a drawer, she took a letter out of it. She gave it to her. "I have used my own contacts to find something, but some stranger said that she had something useful."

The brief was opened and she read it silently. "In Antiva?" questioned she. She looked back at the blond haired woman. "Lucrezia, what is your opinion?"

"I think you should be careful, that's all."Lucrezia said with a nonchalant tune. With a sigh she turned to the bed and laid on it seductively. "But let's stop talking about the boring stuff. Let's have some real fun."

She hinted to come closer by gesturing the woman. The woman stood up with a sigh and putted her hood up. She threw the letter into the fireplace and she took something out of her pocket.

"Here is some money and my thanks, once again. You have been a good help." She said emphasizing on the word.

Lucrezia groaned disappointed. She stood up from the bed, and walked over to the woman. Taking the straps of the red cloak she wore, she played with it playfully.

"Fine…" she sighed. Her hand caressed the woman's face, but the woman turned herself bashful away, making clear she didn't appreciate the gesture.

"Really, you are a stoic, rough little thing." Lucrezia said, and crossed her arms. "But I like it rough anyway, so-"

"No." the word was dropped in. No other options were open, and with a sigh Lucrezia eventually gave up.

"What are you planning to do now?" she asked and looked at the woman.

"I think I am not going to take a boat to Antiva. I am heading towards Starkhaven for a short stop and then straight towards Antiva. In that way, I can hide easier from my pursuers." She answered glancing over her shoulder.

Lucrezia was quiet. "So… I guess I won't hear from you now." She had a small trail of disappointment in her voice. But with a cough she cleared her voice in that seductively voice. "Pursuers' you say? Always on the run."

The woman shrugged. She walked slowly towards the door without saying a word. Isabela saw her approaching and ran from the door. She ran over the railing and leaned over the railing with her back against the door. She acted as casual as she could, although her heart was racing. She heard the woman leaving and walking down the stairs. The hood covering her face and she pretended to straight her cloths and pulling her gloves back. She looked once again at Isabela, who pretended not seeing her, and then left the Blooming Rose, with a silent nod to Madame Lusine.

Isabela waited for a moment, looking at the red cloaked woman. Seeing her disappearing out of the brothel. She waited just a bit longer and then ran off the stairs. She passed Madame Lusine hastily.

"Isabela! You haven't-" called Lusine after her, but Isabela passed.

"Another time!" she yelled and she slammed the door open and ran through the night back to Lowtown.

She saw the Hanged Man and came with a loud bang in. The customers and Corff looked surprised at the Pirate as she ran upstairs. She heard some of them whispering things, but she didn't care. She stormed into the suite of Varric by banging his door loudly open. He flinched at the sudden intrusion. He looked surprised from his book. The Rivaini panted and looked bewildered. Her face was slightly flustered. She leaned against the door frame.

"Rivaini? That bad?" He said surprised.

Isabela shook her head as she panted. "We… must… gather… the rest!" she panted.

She walked in the room and fell on the chair with a gasp. Varric raised an eyebrow and Isabela continued with speaking. "The Red Cloak woman… I saw her at the Blooming Rose…"

Varric's eyebrows shoot up. "Interesting." He said flatly. "If you're telling me you bed her-"

"Not for that! I found out that she is after Hawke!" exclaimed Isabela.

Varric's amused face, crumbled, and then looked serious at her. "Why? What does she wants from him?"

Isabela shrugged. "I don't know. But she is heading towards Starhaven and then to Antiva. I eavesdropped her. She had some contact person in the Blooming Rose. For some reason she is searching for Hawke. "

Varric was quiet for a moment. He didn't said a word. His eyes were looking for the right words, as many theories came up.

"You think Hawke..?" he interrupted himself. He thought deeply and then stood up. "You go pick up Daisy. I am going to bring Aveline along."

Isabela nodded. "It seems our rest days are over!" she exclaimed with an excited tune in her voice and disappeared, running towards the Alienage.

Varric took Bianca on his back. For a moment he looked at the short summary he written down about the Red cloak woman.

"It seems this one is going to be an interesting one indeed."

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I am sorry if there are grammar mistakes. I am not English. Reviews are welcomed and I hoped it was enjoyable to read it.

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Chapter 2

Savior