"I did it..."

"And so can you."

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Gear's POV:

So... hey.

It's been a year since Delamont and, um... it's been an eventful one.

I'm still a bit of a wreck; I say a bit, I'm a complete wreck.

Me and Lana are still engaged, if anybody's wondering about that. I'm still incredibly grateful I get to marry her, especially after last year with us both nearly dying.

But, I'd rather forget about that, to be honest.

People dying isn't really something I wanna talk about nowadays.

I'm just... drawing, if I'm being brutally honest right now.

I know you would rather be thinking I was making out with Lana or some shit, but I'm an artist, OK?

This whole drawing shit thing is kinda my job- OK, that's a lie, it's actually my career-  so I'm passing time and getting some work done, in one sense of the word or another.

And... aw, fuck, my phone's going off now. 

I throw my notepad across the couch, unplug my phone and see who the fuck is calling me at 11am.

Why the fuck is it an unknown- ugh, fuck it, this better be important!

"Hello?" I say. 

"Hey, is this Gear Duran?" A voice says over the phone. It's quite obviously a girl.

"Um... yeah. Why?" I ask.

"OK, this is gonna sound crazy, so bare with me." She warns.

"My name's Nikita Dragun and I'm with the Society Against Evil. Do you have a minute to talk? We need your help." 

TO BE CONTINUED IN FINDING FANTASIA...