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An Important Question. (Update)

So, it should make you guys glad to know that I have begun to work on the first chapter of the sequal. I'll give a little sneak peak in a minute however, I have a question to ask but you need a bit of back round info first.

I feel I'm repeating myself when I say that the upcoming book is much more plot driven but, to properly link it to this book, some changes may need to be made. Adding details, editing, finishing scenes, reworking story elements and even rewriting a few chapters, especially the first few.

Just a few things that I feel are important to add to make the stories flow better together. This book is kinda old and I would like to update some of the older chapters to a better quality. I can barely even read the first chapter because it hurts my soul to think I was that bad a year or so ago.

So my question is would you rather me work on the new book or fix this book first?

Ok, now that's out of the way, here's a sneak peek;

As I found my way into the kitchen, I was immediately consumed by the overwhelming feeling of not being alone. Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant and I become more tense and aware of my surroundings. Trying desperately to distract myself from the sense of uneasiness, I crossed the kitchen as though everything was normal, opening one of the cupboards.

I reached in for a cup and pulling the newest one out, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. I turned around, only to jump back in shock and drop my cup, causing it to land on the tiled floor with a loud crash. "Well, well~ Isn't it the famous Y/N?" His accent shone though his voice clearly, making it ever more glaringly obvious who it was.

There stood a very Thomas like figure, one that I had been recently introduced to along with Thomas himself of course. He confidently sported a black Stuart era duke outfit with green trim on the shoulders and a bright green sash. The curly mustache above his upper lip and silver streak in his messy hair made it clear who he was, if the outfit didn't give it away.

The purple smudge made his demented eyes pop out even more. I regained my composure, glaring pointedly at him. "Remus."

Hope you liked that! I'll keep you guys posted!

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