49 is the average age of those who teach in Mogwarts. (Yes, I do use trivia to determine chapter symbolismzz also lol.)

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Even better news!

I got another 5 chapter done in the re-reading and did some decent progress on the Fantasy Outlining.

On the outlining of the fantasy story I'm currently on a low-point for the MPC (Main Perspective Character), where his about to pretty much collapse from the stress/pressure of the other chapters kept ramping up. The plan is to use this section to deepen the MPC relationship with another character in the story.

Also I'm not sure if I mentioned this but the MPC has been told that his best chance to stop a war is to kill himself. So, take as you will.

Reminder though this is all a outline, so its bound to change a lot.

Still I'm very excited in being able to share a bit of what I'm cooking up, even if its just a blue-print.

(Also I feel this chapter is kinda mid compared to the past few. But if you disagree feel free to tell me why, because the comments are probably currently the best part of sharing this.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Jefferson: "AAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Rachel: "STOP IT! I'LL DO IT! I'LL-"

Foolish.

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C: "REINA!"

Broken.

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Stolen story; please report.

Susan: "...What's the plan?"

Cowardice.

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Me: "In the end, humanity can not stand against the monsters in the night. It can not overcome the poison in their minds. And they certainly can not conquer the demons within their hearts."

The screens faded away.

Me: "Do you see know why death is a mercy? For even with your gift you could not teach a single one how to be just or kind. And without that they will never unite or progress past their rotten nature."

As my strings pulled me to bow I saw thousands of screens rotating around me.

Each one told a story. Each one contained a human. And each one spoke of the tragedy,

of Humanity.

Me: "You do see, don't you?"

The screens meshed together into a purple humanoid. And on its long fingers were strings jutting out. Curling, intertwining, and cutting through each other. I could not perceive where they ended or how many the purple creature had.

The only string I could comprehend came from the index finger pointing at me.

The string was as straight and steady as a pole of steel.

And it went through my chest, wrapping around my silent heart.

Me: "That for a human to see hell they must but only open their windows? That in this hell they are not only the victims...but aggressors as well? That-"

I was reeled in like a small fish by my master. Its index finger poked at my chest, then went up to my chin to raise my head to be consumed by its eyes. Which contained a darkness I could not describe.

Me: "That Death would be a mercy for such a pitiful race?"

I tried to deny it. Tried to find a reason to prolong their existence. Tried to re-ignite the hope I had for mankind within my heart.

...

But my chest was silent.

As there was no counter.

No way to deny the truth.

NNR: "But...how can we spare them?"

As it let out a sigh I took notice of its mouth.

It was like a thousand red fireflies had been squished together to form it.

And now that I noticed, I could hear the slight buzzing of wings around its lip.

To compare it to the faint but lovely sounds of the fireflies you might find near a pond would be a lie.

No, there where simply too little space and too many fireflies to make any sort of harmony. Instead, they flew in a disorganized and wild fashion. Bumping into each other, crashing into walls, and falling to the floor of the creature's mouth.

It was mayhem.

It was cruel.

It was the truth.

Me: "We teach them. We make them give in. And we begin it, with the child who shall bring upon humanities extinction. The child who shall be...your student."

The final section! (Section.)

Let me explain to you what this section is. It is the part of the chapter that tells you that it is the end of the chapter.

Got it?