A.N. Once again I must apologise for the length of time that it has taken me to produce this update however there have been factors within my life that have not allowed me to put hand to key for a time and robbed me of my creativity. But I have returned and with me comes the universe that has dwindled for the past few chapters. I have noticed that the writing in them has slipped a little and apologise for this too however this chapter shall return to the old, better ways and as soon as I am able I shall return to my old work and bring it to a standard that you will enjoy beyond their current state.

Do not be feared however, I promise that the next update will take no more than seven days and will continue with the new standards that I have set myself. As always, I thank you all for the huge support that you have shown me and my writing with a special thanks to those of you who have urged me to return to my writing, it does really make a difference. I hope that this chapter will prove worthy of greater praise and await your opinions with expectation.

Goodbye and Good Fortune

Fallen Saga Creator

Fried- Three days after the formation of the alliance.

'AAAAAAHHHHG!' The man screamed as pain lanced through him, his soul twisting in agony as it was torn from his body and sucked into the darkness that held him. The mortal body withered as its essence left it, the energy that gave him life now food for the beast that held him. A beast with silver hair and white skin. With a sigh of pleasure Kuja threw the lifeless husk from him, the former soldier's armour screeching as he skidded across the marble floor of the Friedian throneroom. His fingers that had so easily driven holes into the man's skull now returned from the gruesome, blood soaked claws that they had become, the scarlet of the man's blood disappearing as they once became the slender hands of Kuja's physical form.

Holding up a small mirror he smiled in pleasure as he watched more of the burns that marred his face fade away, the guard's life-force giving him the strength he needed to heal himself. An ugly patch of blackened skin still trailed down over his left eye, the jagged mark disappearing beneath his collar, the skin around the black red raw and blistered. He grimaced and the thin mirror shattered as a sudden flare of temper smashed the floor beneath him with an outburst of energy. Nervously the demonic guards that lined the hall edged back toward the walls, quite whispers in their guttural language passing between them as they watched their master.

He was a head shorter than them, their bodies tight with sinew and muscle, cruel fangs and horns decorating their heads with monstrous visages, wild leather armour and brutal swords and axes giving each the look of a fearsome warrior. He was slim, like a young girl almost in complexion and build, no line of muscle touching his skin beneath the robes he had taken to wearing since the maiming he had suffered during his defeat. Yet he could have killed them all with a thought.

Sighing, Kuja turned, the jingle of bangles and fine jewellery following him as he moved with an eerily graceful sway to sit in the throne at the end of the hall, the fine red carpet that led there soft beneath his bare feet. The hall was tall, seventy feet marking the top of the rafters, columns lining it to a pair of large, ornately carved double doors. The sun shone through the large, stained glass windows, the scenes of Friedian history changed now to depictions of Kuja's glory, a spell from the monster himself responsible for the transformation. He sat in the golden throne with a sigh and picked up a small vial of rose water from a stand beside him, sighing as he dabbed it onto his face with a white kerchief, cooling the burning pain of his wounds.

A knock came at the door and the demons either side swung them open to reveal a man dressed in fine clothes, his neatly trimmed beard slicked with oil and curled at the end, a tiny moustache perched beneath a sharp nose and narrow eyes. His black hair was tied behind him in a tight ponytail, the sword at his side not the fencing rapiers that most nobility used but a broadsword designed for battle. He strode past the demons with impunity but approached the figure lounging upon the throne with reverence, a hint of fear touching his eyes as he knelt.

Kuja's eyes brightened as though he were a child whose favourite toy had just arrived, 'Ah King Lonas, welcome. I have been expecting you.' The man was King Lonas, the monarch of Fried, and a man of whom it was said that his skill with the sword was overpowered only by his lust for power. He had been the one to summon Kuja to this world, seduced by promises of ultimate power and a continent for his kingdom.

'Master Kuja, I'm afraid the news is dire. Not three days past it would seem that not only have Lindblum lent Alexandria their aid but that a military pact has also been formed with Burmecia and many of the smaller kingdoms, it would seem that your presence here is no longer a secret.' Behind them a demon suddenly convulsed, his eyes widening as pain consumed him and invisible hands tore his insides apart, the sound of rending flash and popping, cracking bones echoing in the hall. The violence lasted only a moment but when it ended the demon collapsed to the floor, a boneless sac of flesh. Kuja had not batted an eyelid.

Pinching the bridge of his nose as though weary he sighed, 'Such frustrations. And all because of that damn genome slave whose heart was linked to the summoner. Will somebody please tell me why bad things only ever happen to evil people?' He appealed to the air for an answer but received none. Sighing he clicked his fingers and the remains of the demon turned to dust, a breeze that came from nowhere scattering them to the winds. 'Well at least now my hordes have been strengthened and if you continue to reward your guards with audiences before me then I shall be fully recovered in a matter of days.' He turned and suddenly he was a monster, red scales and fire wreathing his face as his eyes became pools of chaotic energy and his mouth became a cavern of flame as his words rang throughout the hall. 'AND THEN THE SUMMONER AND HER GENOME PET SHALL DIE A THOUSAND TIMES!'

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It was a half-moon, the cloudless sky alight with bright stars, the torches of the city dulling them only a fraction. The guards moved through the city in a long practised clockwork walk, designed to expend the minimum energy as they made their rounds. Their half-plate glimmered dully in the light from torches as they walked with shield on arm and hand on sword hilt, the recent occupation of Alexandria teaching everyone the value of readiness.

On the walls of the castle the guards patrolled diligently, nodding in recognition as they passed each other, one of the Knights of Pluto moving among them with quite confidence, overseeing every detail with an experienced eye. Boots scuffed against the stone of Alexandria Castle's walls as more patrolled the battlements, their eyes flickering from the courtyard below to the grounds outside, occasionally turning upward to admire the beauty of the night before resuming their rounds. A mouse would have been noticed if it entered.

A dozen genomes were not as they pressed themselves against the second wall, the guards on the outer ramparts not even pausing in their rounds as the genomes began to scale in the shadow cast on the wall by a round tower. They were dressed in a cloth that seemed to shift colour, their bodies practically invisible against the wall as they climbed silently and swiftly. A mask covered each face and head, the thin slit that let them see showing skin painted with plant dye. One, the leader lifted his nose to the breeze and let the scents from the castle fill his nostrils as they paused only feet from the second ramparts. His eyes narrowed as he caught the scent of magic heavy in the air, its unique tang wreathing the entire structure.

His ears told him when to jump and the moment he moved so did those with him, a dozen cloud shadows leaping the ramparts and walkway in one. Plummeting the fifty-foot drop beyond each landed lightly and noiselessly on all fours, sharp eyes piercing the darkness with ease to spy every detail of the courtyard as they crouched in the shadows of a neatly trimmed hedge, the white flowers that dotted it in full bloom. Guard criss-crossed the grassy castle gardens, the dust of stable and barracks confined to the outer grounds. One guard with sharper ears that the rest turned at the sound of wind rushing through clothes, his hand drawing a few inches of his sword in readiness for battle. Beside the leader one of the genomes fingered the charcoal-smeared dagger at his waist as the guard took a slow step forward but a the leader thrust an arm in front of him, his head moving a fraction to forbid the guard's death.

The guard took another step forward and one of the genomes to the right of the leader pulled a wriggling cloth bag from the pouch at his waist, a quiet squeaking from inside announcing the occupant as a rat. Pulling open the drawstring bag he squeezed gently and the creature shot from its prison, squeaking loudly as it scampered into the torchlight. The guard grinned and sheathed his sword as he resumed his rounds, calling the all clear to the other guards who had paused in their patrol. A moment later a dozen genomes were on the move once more, invisible within the shadows as the smallest patch of darkness served as a hiding place. They gained the keep wall and an oily rag with quick, precise lock picks meant that not a sound announced them as they slipped through a side door, the lock sliding noiselessly open.

In his bed Zidane sat bolt upright, a familiar tang in the air waking him. His room was next to Garnet's and it was but a moment before Zidane had pulled on his trousers and slung his dagger belt around his hips, opening the door only a crack to peer into the corridor. All seemed normal for a moment but then a dark shape appeared from nowhere, more dropping silently from some unseen entrance in the high ceiling. There were about a dozen of them as they moved along the hall, their camouflage only serving to highlight them now in the brightly-lit space.

They crouched outside Garnet's door and then hell broke loose. Zidane snarled as he leapt among them, both daggers whipping forward as he drove into them and the entire group fell in a tangle of limbs, heads, daggers and tails as the answering sound of thirteen daggers flashing from sheaths met him. The tumbled to a halt and Zidane held his daggers at two throats, a third trapped beneath his knee as a fourth struggled to breath, his windpipe trapped between Zidane's bicep and chest. Their answer was three daggers hovering over his neck and four more pricking his ribs. He grinned at the genome beneath him as he stared back at him with wide, startled eyes, his own dagger one of those at Zidane's throat.

'Yo Marcus, wassup?'

The genome beneath him grinned as recognition dawned. 'Zidane? What are you doing here?'

'Guarding the summoner. And yourself?'

The genome shrugged, 'Well we was sent by the Queen to find out if the summoner really had awoken and exactly who she was.'

Zidane's grin widened. 'Well, you know that girl that stayed over in Bramble a while back.'

His eyes widened, 'You're kidding?'

'Nope, she's the summoner and guess who's her personal bodyguard.'

One of the daggers at his ribs shook as the holder chuckled, an eyebrow rising from behind a visor, 'How personal is "personal" Zidane?'

Zidane gave him a dry look, 'Don't be weird Blank.'

The genome smirked, 'Sorry, I guess you've started to rub off on me.' In a moment the daggers were gone and the genomes had all stood from the heap on the floor. But before another word could be spoken the doors to Garnet's chambers swung open and a vision of vengeful justice appeared there. The Summoner, glowing white with energy as thick coils of power grew from the dazzling pool at her feet, white flame rising from each of her hands as her eyes shone. A word from her and the genomes in dark clothes were suddenly hauled from their feet and pinned to the opposite wall, the energy of Alexander binding every muscle in their bodies, the grip so tight that they could barely breath. They watched with wide eyes as the fearsome yet angelic figure seemed to float rather than walk from her doorway, her feet never touching the ground as she gave a small smile to Zidane and he greeted her with a grin.

'Zidane, the presence of these strangers so close woke me and I heard the sound of blades. Did they come with evil intent?'

He shook his head, smirking at the looks in the eyes of the genomes, halfway between wonder, terror and sublime joy. 'Nope, well, they weren't gonna try and kill you if that's what you mean. The queen sent them to find out the cause of the fireworks we made four days back, she wanted to know if you were really the summoner.'

Garnet nodded and the genomes fell from the wall, each landing on all fours before rubbing a hand across his throat, trying to regulate their breathing as their eyes stared at Garnet as she stood before them, bathed in the Summoner's power. Zidane held out his hands and hauled Marcus and Blank to their feet, both genomes immediately bowing low, fists over hearts as they intoned an ancient Genome ritual.

*As the sun rises and sets so shall the genomes stand firm, to serve the summoner when she rises to stop the darkness forever.*

Garnet knew nothing of their words but guessed at the meaning as each of the other genomes followed suit, none raising their eyes to look upon her until she spoke. 'Arise genomes. I am Garnet Til Alexandros and I am the Summoner. Your penance has been hard and you have fought it as stalwart and noble warriors that make me thankful to the good spirits for thy aid. Take the news back to your queen that the Summoner has awoken and that your long penance is over. All that you need do now is bring the stones to my hands.' Blank and Marcus turned and with a word sent half of the genomes slipping back down the corridor, in two days Bramble would hear Garnet's words.

Blank turned and bowed low, 'Lady Summoner, if it pleases you we will take our leave now and return by morning so that we may formally present ourselves as representatives of Terra.'

She nodded once before retreating back into her room, the genomes letting out breaths that none had realised he held. They had just seen the Summoner, the link between the mortal world and the Good Spirits of Heaven. For five thousand years their entire race had waited for her and now she was here and a sight to behold, at once powerful and beautiful, frightful power and angelic serenity combined within the swirling vortex of her magics. It had only just begun to sink in that they had witnessed the fulfilment of their race's destiny and they looked at each other with wide eyes, shock written on their faces still as though they sought confirmation of their sight with their fellows.

Zidane smirked as he watched them, remembering his own reaction to seeing her enveloped in power for the first time. He had lain shattered upon the ground; his grip on life fading as his blind senses searched desperately for some clue that his burning pain had won her freedom, that his sacrifice had been worth it. Then a hand had touched his forehead like the panacea to all ails, brushing strands of his hair from his face as the cool, wondrous glow of her magic flowed from her touch, his every fibre energised by her simple presence. His eyes had opened and for a moment he had thought himself in heaven as an angel met his gaze. He had not seen the summoner until the next day, for that night she had just been his Garnet, his angel.

He turned his back and only a rustle told him that the genomes had left, their scent already fading, wrapped as they were in the intrinsic stealth spells of their race. Opening the door only a crack he moved to Garnet's side as she stood on the balcony. The half moon hung in the sky in a perfect crescent, its light spilling through the open doors to cast an arch on the floor as fragrant night breezes playfully pulled at the drapes, the thin silk floating as it rustled through them. Standing on the balcony a silken night-gown that had been hidden beneath her power now highlighted her figure, subtle shades of moonlight playing across the sheer fabric. He moved behind her and her hand covered his as he laid it on her shoulder, her slender fingers interlocking with his broad, too-large paws. She pulled him close and closed his hands over her stomach, leaning against the warm strength of his chest.

She gazed out over the city, over her city as she spoke. 'They came, just as you said.'

He nodded, her soft hair silky against his cheek as he held her close. 'Yeah. Once the Queen knows that you are the Summoner then she'll come here with the genome host and the alliance will have forty-five thousand genome warriors.'

She turned her head, looking into his eyes, the huge pupils even larger than normal in the darkness of night, the moonlight glinting off them as it never could with any other man. 'So many? Will she commit your entire race to this war?'

Zidane nodded, 'This war is what we have been preparing ourselves for five thousand years. We have trained every day and every night so that when the Summoner calls to us we may come and be a sword in her hand and a shield on her arm against the darkness. Besides, if we do commit ourselves totally, if only half of our army fights and it is defeated then our entire race will die anyway for Kuja will have won. Better by far to die in a battle for your race than to die as part of one that has already been beaten.'

She turned in his embrace and her arms surrounded him, pulling her smaller frame tight against his chest. 'Zidane, I want you to promise me one thing.'

He lifted her chin and was startled to see tears in her eyes, 'What?'

'Promise me that you'll always come back to me. Promise me.'

Leaning his forehead down against hers Zidane cupped her cheek and slipped smoothly into genome recalling to her ears the oath that he had taken what seemed like forever ago. *Motun crayia simahfayeal, sorcoros myanifal.* He stared into her eyes, 'I promise Dagger. I'll always come back to you.'

The rough pad of his thumb brushed over her lips and her eyes closed as she pursed her lips and leant upward, waiting for his kiss. He leant down and his lips touched hers, one hand holding her close as the other tangled in hr hair, the feel of her against him so natural that he knew that he would never find fulfilment except in her arms.

They had not slept in the same room since that first night when Garnet had awakened but tonight changed that as once again they slept in each other's arms. Garnet asleep against his chest, her silken black hair falling across his chest as his shoulder became her pillow, the odd beat of his genome heart lulling her to sleep. Their hands were linked, his fingers intertwined with hers as she felt the line of his jaw move against her temple with his breath.

That was how the next sunrise found them and indeed most of the sunrises from then on as the two grew only closer with the passage of time, the feel of Zidane's warmth and her softness becoming familiar sensations to the two. Preparations for war continued, Garnet's genome bodyguard swelling to seven as the six genomes that remained joined Zidane at her side. It only swelled the wonder that many of the Alexandrian citizens felt when she swept among them in her beautiful white gowns, seven, sharp eyed, exotic warriors flanking her with their oddly swaying stride.

The broken Prima Vista was salvaged from its crash site outside the city walls and added to the Alexandrian fleet. The militia began training with the soldiers, swords and armour pulled from chests in every attic and basement as Alexandria prepared itself for war. In two other cities similar happened. In Lindblum the latest inventions were wheeled forth and tested, the hum of new airships taking off a constant background buzz as factories worked double time. In Burmecia, Dragon Knights began training the populace, weapons edged with Burmecian crystal shining as hundreds were lifted and wielded as one, the iron discipline of the Burmecians shown in the rigid ranks that even the civilians held steadfastly.

Then suddenly, five days after the second genomes had arrived a line appeared on the horizon at dawn. At first it seemed like the shimmer of a cornfield as the wind passed over it, ignored for the, most part of the guards that patrolled the walls as a trick of the light or a low hanging cloud caught by the rays of the rising sun. Then, as it grew and widened, coming ever closer to the city the cry went up as those in the towers found their telescopes showing them a host of forms, running, leaping and climbing toward the city. All bore the girding of war, many of their blond heads enclosed within fearsome helms as their tails whipped behind them as they moved.

The cry went up as the Alexandrian spire shone with the rays of dawn that the city was under attack and the long, pealing tolls of the alarm bell rang out. Men and women, each sleeping with weapons close to hand streamed out from not only the barracks, but from the houses and businesses of the town as well in answer to the call, every citizen prepared to die defending their home. Within the castle however, there were those who looked toward the advancing host not with consternation, but with joy and relief in their hearts, seven of them standing on the very edge of balconies as they let out wild cries of greeting.

The genome host had come to Alexandria and its people were ready to fulfil their destiny. The chatter on the walls fell as Alexandria's three generals put a stop to the alarm bells and turned to the town to restore order, their presence calming nerves frayed by the unexpected summons to the walls. It took time but eventually, just as the genome horde arrived outside the walls of all knew not to greet them as foes. Yet the gates were not opened to them, the city greeted them arrayed for battle, the seventy-foot outer wall bristling with weapons as all watched for some sign of treachery.

The genome host was a sight to behold as the steady, ever present beat of drums filled the air. Though yet incomplete still it numbered thirty thousand both men and women. Clad in the light leather armour of their home and the natural tones that they wore by nature at points it became hard to see the host, even in the numbers which waited not three hundred metres from the city. They waited but still swayed, their shoulders turned and twisted as the entire army danced with the wind making it impossible for the archers upon the walls to pick their targets among the mass.

Then, the drums stopped and from the head of the horde stepped forth a woman flanked by forty hard-eyed, stone-faced genomes, their hands never more than an inch from the hilts of their weapons as they stayed close to their charge. It was the genome queen in all her savage glory. Furs of all the most dangerous beasts and monsters in terra draped around her, gold, silver, diamonds and a hundred other precious stones making music as she walked, the jewellery upon her elegant and extravagant at once. She strode forward, unafraid, the mere force of her presence making her seem fearsome to those that waited upon the walls despite the fact that all she held within her hands was a small box carved in delicate swirls, the designs seeming living whenever the sun caught them.

In greeting the gates swung open and the entire genome host froze as a carriage drawn by a half-dozen white horses trotted forth, golden gilding glinting against a back drop as white as virgin snow. Either side of it, eyes filled with pride and duty went three genomes, their armour just as light as that of the host that they faced but now plate instead of leather. The almost magical techniques of the Alexandrian armour-smiths had forged breastplates, greaves and bucklers of strongest steel that felt as light as the leather they had grown used to and they wore them with pride as the sun glinted off them. The carriage halted and they with it, standing tall and proud as watched the faces of the genomes before them, all lit with expectation.

Blank, a small smirk upon his face kneeled as he opened the carriage door and a seventh genome stepped out, a red cloak about his shoulders as he stepped down turning and bowing as he held forth a hand to the figure inside the carriage. A figure that thirty thousand genomes waited with baited breath to see. A slender hand took his, a ring holding a stone wreathed in yellow flame upon its finger. He straightened as she stepped from the carriage and thirty thousand weapons were thrust skyward as the genome host set up a wild cry that shook the walls of Alexandria. Garnet was not wreathed in power as she stepped from the carriage but that made her no less a sight to behold.

Dressed in her white gown she portrayed beauty, innocence and regal power all in one. The white silk shimmered as the sun caught it, the lace at her cuffs stirring gently in the breeze as her long, silky black hair flowed with the currents. No make up touched her face but she needed none to make her beautiful, a small tiara of diamonds and flowers across her forehead as she turned her gaze to the genome queen and allowed a small smile of recognition to cross her face.

She moved slowly toward the Queen and her bodyguard, her own genomes guard closing ranks behind her, Zidane walking at her side, his armour and cloak a stark contrast to her gown but somehow a compliment as well, as though the two were meant to go together. As Garnet stood before the Queen she bowed her head and smiled in recognition,

'Queen Miniko. It is good to see you again.' Her words were heard even through the deafening cheering and the Queen smiled in reply, an eyebrow rising as she took in Zidane beside her, smiling fondly as she saw the babe that had grown into the warrior before her.

She held up her hands and silence spread through the genomes, each waiting for her word. The queen then did something that she had done before no other, going down on one knee she bowed her head and pressed a hand over her heart, the sign in Terra of humility and servitude. Rising she held forth the box in her hands, 'Summoner, we have waited five thousand years for your return and have kept our oath to guard the summoning stones. I have brought them to you so that the prophecy may be fulfilled and darkness shall not cover Gaia.'

All watched as Garnet reached forth a hand and gently ran it over the designs, her fingers tracing the ridges and curves until they came to rest upon the latch. Slowly she pulled aside the slim bolt and opened the box, Zidane beside her holding his breath as a thin bar of light shone through the box as she opened it a slit. Then she pushed back the lid and power erupted into the sky. Light of all the different colours of the spectrum shot into the infinity of the sky, flames burning red mixing with black slivers of energy as purple bolts of power spiralled upward from the box. The display of power summoned winds of magic that thrust all back, Zidane, the Queen and the genomes with them tumbling backward as Garnet was borne upward on wings of energy.

Then the spirits appeared and all gazed in wonder and fear at the gigantic forms. A beast of red wreathed in flame, half wolf and half man, a dragon of black, purple fire spewing from his gaping maw as gigantic wings shod in impenetrable scales beat the air into submission. A woman of surreal and exotic beauty clothed in ice. A demon with a breath that could decimate cities, a knight upon a six-legged horse with a lance that could split mountains, an aged scholar with a trident of lightning in his hand and eyes amid his long white hair that crackled with power.

All rose from the box as it lay upon the ground, their cries heard from miles around as the sight of their power lit the sky across the continent. Their massive forms spiralled upward, a spectrum of colours and energies that nearly blinded those who watched. They paused as they reached Garnet, the summoner floating hundreds of feet from the ground with a small smile upon her face, her eyes calm and content as she felt each of the spirits before her pledge its allegiance. Their presence appeared in the back of her mind like a comforting blanket as each reached out to her, their names appearing upon her tongue as she looked to each.

Ifrit, Lord of Fire, Shiva, Queen of Ice, Bahamut, Dragon of Power, Ramuh, Wizard of Lightning, Odin, Knight of Battle, Diablo, Master of Gravity. Each alone could cut a swathe through an army, together they could decimate a horde and fight against its master, Kuja, the greatest evil upon Gaia. The avatars became intangible as they each found a home in her, their energy fading from the real world to join with Garnet's spirit. The mighty column of power began to fade, the winds that roared about it dying to allow those on the ground to regain their feet once more. When the sky had cleared the rings of cloud that had crowned the column began to return to normal, only a single figure now present in the sky in place of the spirits that had flown there before.

Garnet floated back down to earth with the eyes of all upon her, every face shining with wonder and devotion as they looked upon the woman who would save them. She still shone with the power of the spirits that had joined with her, crystals of ice floating from her tiara as lightning danced in her eyes and sparks trailed behind her fingers. The ground were her feet touched smouldered for a moment as the energy that roared within her body overflowed for a moment but as she paused for a moment she calmed the flood. Kneeling she ran a hand fondly over each of the gems that nestled within the box, feeling each spirit respond to her touch upon its stone.

Only Zidane heard her words as he approached her, her quiet speech meant for the spirits alone. 'Please my friends, aid me so that I may do what must be done.' Closing the box she stood and took a deep breath, the power fading from her visage as she grew used to having the spirits inside her.

Zidane approached hesitantly, almost afraid that wielding such power may have somehow changed her, 'Dagger?'

She turned and smiled to him, the small private smile that she only gifted to him and none other. 'Yes Zidane?'

A smile split his face as he looked into her eyes and saw their the potential for power but also the woman that he loved, 'I love you Dagger.'

'I love you too Zidane.' Then one person took up the cry and was joined by every voice as both those on the walls and upon the grassy plains proclaimed to the world that the Summoner led them. Sixty thousand people, some human, some genome, some burmecian all spoke with one voice, weapons and shields glinting as the early morning sun caught them, its rays filtering through the clouds as the cry rang out.

'Summoner! Summoner! Summoner!'

A.N. I hope that this chapter has been worth the wait, I have tried to put more effort into this chapter than I have in the past and hope that it has made a difference to the quality of the writing. I look forward to hearing all of your opinions and as always any e-mails to my personal address (on my profile) will be answered as soon as possible. As I said, the next chapter of this saga will be posted within a week and I look forward to seeing all of you there. Until next time,

Goodbye and Good Fortune

Fallen Saga Creator