The storm was over, so whose tale is this really? Centered around will, obligation, love, and duty among debris. How thin is the line between old and new, if feelings never truly disappear? It isn't seen by the naked eye, everything that fell apart, so all parties walk blindly, yet cautiously, knowing one wrong step could inflict pain. There's no real way to avoid it. All there is to do is trust instinct and depend on sheer luck. {Sequel to "Through Hierarchy".} ~~~~ [Record: #1 ocxneteyam] [Record: #1 entanglement] [Record: #1 avatarfic] [Record: #1 quadrangle] [Record: #1 lovesquare] [Record: #4 omatikaya] [Record: #3 rotxo] [Record: #2 avatarthewayofwater] [Record: #1 avatar2] [Record: #1 avatarfanfic]
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