"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟸

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱
𝟣𝟤
𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢
(𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝)
𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚆𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝟾 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗, 𝙽𝚊𝚝,
𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚆𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑
𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚢, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢!"
"𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢," 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎," 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.
"𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 ," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍." 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝?"
"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍." 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝."
"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚊𝚛.
𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇? 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁.
𝚃𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
"𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚖," 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛," 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
𝚃𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. " 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎," 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍." 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎," 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍." 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏." 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.
𝙰 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.
𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚍. 𝙰 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎.
"𝙾𝙼𝙶 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻!!!," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎!"
𝙼𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠.
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙿. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔'𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖.