Miss X

Hey Everyone!
          
          Sorry that I've been inactive for so long, just had a lot of stuff to do and a lot of stress IRL. 
          Good news though, I'm planning out the next chapter of "A Forced Light" right now! Have some RELAY interesting idears in mind. ^^
          
          Wishing you all the best and see you soon,
          
          MissX

Was ist denn die erste FF deiner geplante FF einer FF? 

Wie geht's dir? Ich hab lange nichts mehr von dir gehört. Alles okay? 

Hey Guys!
          You can now find me over on Ao3 under the samel alias (MissX_001)!
          
          I'll porbaply not write anything over there, just reading and comenting.

Just realised how much I've fallen out of the MHA-Fandom....

Update #2:
          
          Hello everyone!
          Sorry this update took so long. I don't have much time right now and probably won't have any for the next few months.
          In my last community post, I shared the prologue to a new fanfiction of mine (yes, another one) that I plan to publish in late/mid-July (when I'll have more time).
          I'm also currently working on a new chapter for "A Forced Light" (I'm about halfway through) and have started the next chapter of "The Multiverse Experiment" (I have the beginning and am planning how the chapter/book will continue).
          
          See you soon.
          
          – MissX AKA Zero

What do you think of this:

The team flew in a perfect V-formation. Their Winterin's wings were the only sound so high in the sky. They were flying above the clouds themselves. Their white armor, with the occasional light blue, slightly glowing highlights, was their only protection against the biting cold and the thin mountain air.
          "Permission to speak, Commander?" one of the people's voices called out through their helmets' intercom channels.
          "Granted, Sentinel," came the prompt reply. This voice was older. Almost a little chagrin.
          "Why do we still have to make these routine flights? There hasn't been any demonic activity here around Taras Nabad for several lunar cycles—"
          As if on cue, one of the bars displayed on the side of the screen built into his helmet shot up.
          "No demonic activity, huh?" another voice said amusedly over the intercom channel.
          "Shut your mouth—"
          "If you two don't stop immediately, you'll be cleaning out the Wintherin stables for the next two lunar cycles, understood?" the group leader growled sourly.
          "Yes, Commander!" rang out in unison. Not only from the two arguing 'Sentinels', but also from the rest of the group.
          "Get down," ordered the 'Commander'. "Be alert. Weapons at the ready. Fire only if something attacks you."

The Wintherin glided slowly toward the ground. They maneuvered carefully, aware that their riders were counting on them. Landing through the dense treetops was more difficult than usual, but the dragon-like creatures native to Argent D'Nur had no problems with it thanks to years of hard training with their riders, the Night Sentinels.
          "The energy is coming from the north-northwest." said one of the elite warriors after everyone had dismounted from their respective mounts.
          They moved cautiously through the dense d'nurian forest. Their Winters ran around them, ready to protect their riders and companions to the core. But after a few steps, the dragon-like creatures stopped abruptly.
          They sniffed. Their snouts raised in the air, as if they had caught the scent of something, and then they ran, to the shock and utter astonishment of their riders. They had to run quite a bit to catch up to their mounts. But what they saw was even more disturbing than the horrors the men had witnessed on the battlefield.
          It was a young girl, no older than some of the new Sentinel trainees. Her long, jet-black hair was disheveled and fell untidy around her head. Her skin was unnaturally pale. She wore a simple, long-sleeved white sweater-like garment covering her upper body and bluish pants-like clothing around her legs. A rectangular, rather small device lay beside her. Its dark screen covered by a network of lighter, intricate cracks.
          
          She had a long gash on the right side of her neck. Deep red blood gushed from it like a fountain and collected in an already considerable puddle around the right side of her head and her right shoulder.
          
          "Send a distress signal..." the squads commander managed to get out. Disgusted, he wondered what an absolute barbarian could do such a thing to an obvious child. "We need a healer immediately."

Update #1:
          
          - Finished with the rewrite of "A Forced Light"
          -Slight character-altering for "The Multiverse Experiment" (only some)
          -Planing out following chapters of "A Forced Light" and "The Multiverse Experiment"
          -Not sure when I'm going to be back
          (Sorry this is so short, don't have much time; AGAIN -_-)
          
          -MissX AKA Zero
          
          
          
          P.S.: Are you interested in a DOOM Eternal fanfiction or storys about my OC's featured in "The Multiverse Experiment"?