A/N: So it's been a while since I officially added anything to this story except for going back on editing a few things I didn't like which I'm sorry for
But I'm back now and I'm perfectly fine, It's just my motivation has been lackluster and this has just been a crazy busy month; However what is not fine this chapter was a pain in the butt and took three days to finish
I try to make it the best I can but I kind of just gave up and let the characters take control of the story
Also sorry if there's any mistakes I kind of just wanted to be done writing this chapter so I didn't really feel like looking back through it to see if I could find any mistakes
Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter because it turned out longer than I expected it to
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Pov: No one
[Group chat: Chaos is our middle name]
Quiver: You know I kind of miss the little demon running around
Vampire in disguise: I hope he's doing okay I would hate to lose anyone who kins the darkness like myself
Paradox: I miss the kid to; What he dose must take a lot of guts for someone his age
Paradox: Do you have any new information on what he doing
Quiver: Sadly no; the poem Rook gave Nedzu Is some of the vaguest and most cryptic s*** I ever read
Paradox: I don't think it can be that bad with half the shit Nedzu says
Quiver: Actually even Nedzu can't connect the dots to what the lines of the poem mean and what they relate to
Quiver: We were only able to infer the barest of details because of the brief information Rook gave Nedzu
Vampire in disguise:That makes me even more curious what this poem says if the Rat God himself can barely figure it out
Paradox: I'm interested in this mysterious poem to since I've heard the two of you muttering over it for months now
Quiver: If you want I could send you a copy maybe you would be able to give us some insight on it
Paradox: I'll try my best but it may fly over my head if the two smartest heroes working together can't figure it out
Vampire in disguise: I would be happy to help and give any information I can gather from the lines in the poem
Quiver: Thank you for your help; I will send the poem snip its since it's rather long
Quiver: A hare covered in white kept underground not allowed to see the light just like another one; left unaware of the player's pawn rolling the dice once more; Yet this story is not done their rising the stakes to this game of theirs. if it all goes right cat's glare should get the queen's prize as easy as a canary in a breeze.
Quiver: Sadly it wouldn't be a fairy tale without foes; There's another hair lurking in the background that's black as night watching them and making them think they are bad things when in reality they are as sweet as a bunny.
Quiver: The foe in this fairytale is known as the reconstructive with 8 crows that's ready to spread his message while the witch in disguise works from behind in hope to get what they came for.
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