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   Nausea was the thing that came to mind when I woke. My stomach doing horrid flip flops, taking everything in me not to hurl. Turning to look out the window by my bedside, it was still dark out. A dark, moonless night that seemed much to dreary for me. Sitting up I groaned in pain, holding my abdomen. This is not how I wanted to start my adventure. Turning and pushing the blankets away, I set my feet on the icy wood floors of my home. 

   "Lovely..." I was in no way amused by this. It was dark, I was in pain, and now I was cold. Definitely not how I wanted to start my day. But no matter, I would press on. After all this would all become a normality once I set out towards the big city. Once I got around to it that is, seeing as the trip would take me three days by horseback. I cursed herself again for crashing my motorbike a few days prior and wished that I had known how to fix it within a timely manner, along with the materials on hand. But whatever, that was what this trip was for, that and to see the newest released automatons they created this year.  

   Chuckling softly to myself as I remembered that fact, I felt excitement start to creep into me as I leapt up fully out of bed and got ready for the day. Brushing my hair, getting dressed, packing everything needed at the last minute like usual. By the time the sun finally peaked over the hills I was finished with my frantic searching of the house for miscellaneous items that I needed for my trip. Organization was not something I was accustomed to. My house was filled with seemingly random pieces of wires and metals, cogs and gears of all shapes took up most of the tablespaces, and the soft humming of handmade machines were a constant source of sound in the house.  

   However as much as I'd like to use the items around the house I had to fix my bike, I wouldn't have been able to. None of them were the correct metals I'd need, or big enough. It frustrated me to no end.  

   My pain completely forgotten, I headed out the door to the stables around the side of my small cottage. I had only one horse, that's all I really needed. One to get me there and back again. Sighing I got to the horrid task of getting the saddle on the horses back. Poor old Archie was getting old and cranky these days, tending to no longer want to wear the cursed thing. She was still very impressive though, being a charcoal black mixed with the grey hairs of age. Long mane and tail well kept, and fur neatly brushed every day. Archie had been around since my parents had been young, the old hag only getting more aggressive as the years went on. But I loved Archie all the same. 

   Currently there was a stare down going on between the two. One small girl of nineteen holding a saddle and one cranky, old horse who was having none of it. Archie snorted and seemed to narrow her golden eyes at her young owner. I narrowed my hazel eyes back, determined not make this trip any longer than it needed to be. With a grimace on my freckled face, I got started. Walking forwards towards the horse, Archie took the matching number of steps away. I grew frustrated, I tried backing the old coot into a corner, only for the damned horse to dance away just as I thought I had her.   

   This went on for a good hour before I managed to get the horse saddled and ready to go. I was drenched in sweat and exhausted by the end of it.  

   "VICTORY!" A battle cry of triumph was let out, taking the last bit of my energy. "Victory at last! Who's the best? I am! Me! Raven Heartstone that's who! Booyah!" I fist bumped the air, and slumped to the ground, exhausted. 

   But I was the winner of their battle and proud of it. Not nearly as proud of my sire's kingdom, but close enough. Speaking of the kingdom, it boosted my ego a bit to know I was serving it so well. Being a weapons dealer and manufacturer of one was not easy work for most people, but it was for me. I created the proto-types that would be shipped out and tested. If the possibility came up that they passed those tests? Well they would then be used in the royal forces, mass made for the family's and countries protection. Each time I made a successful weapon I would be paid a set sum for every weapon sold. It was a nice life.  

   Granted I could be using my talents for furthering the automaton industry or that of the sky-sailing industry. But I had a nice deal going on with the royal forces and could see all the newest tech that other inventors sent in as well. It was rare for me to send items in for testing, I was content with the amount of income I had. I only really made new weapons when there was a lull in demand of her tech. Plus I didn't only make weapons, I also made various types of flight suits, protective gear, and oddly enough different types of animatronics. 

   I was well known in various industries, both the weapons and entertainment. I labeled everything under Haywire Industries that was weapons related, and everything under entertainment Haywire Entertainment. Entertainment items was her most enjoyable things to create. 

   Wait, crap, I was getting sidetracked again. Well no matter, it was time for me to head out. Archie was set to go and pacing the stables, bags tied securely to her back. Getting up off the floor, Heartstone went over to the horse and got onto the saddle, coaxing the old hag to move onwards. A slow walk is what we started off with, which then turned into a trot, and then a full run. Archie may have been old, but it doesn't mean that she was fragile and about to break. No Archie was the opposite of that, she was still as strong as she was when she was younger.  

   Plowing through almost the whole way there, with only two stops, they made it to the city with a day to spare. The city itself was amazing, buildings made of various metals and woods all scattered around. Wide streets filled with every type of locomotion that you could imagine, only barring those bound to the sea. The sky filled with various types of ships and planes, gliders and helicopters. Yet very little smoke seen, only the older models still spewed black soot from the coals they burned. Almost everything now was run by a new source of energy. Her kingdom was well known for their wonderful, technological advancements. So many items were created here to better the world. To me, this kingdom was the best of all, allowing an amazing amount of creative freedom to be seen by all. 

   Yes, this is the kingdom I loved, and it loved all its inhabitants in return. The land was rich with many different materials for metals and fertile earth for farming. The land was generous with what it gave to us to use, and so we take care of her in return.  

   Crap, I've gone on yet another monologue. Well can't do much about it now can I? Either way the city was wonderful and I was not about to waste my time here in one spot. Urging Archie onwards, we headed into the depths of the city. Wearing my signature top hat, bowtie, and vest with pocket watch, I was ready for this. I was ready for social interaction, I could do this. As much as I told myself this, I knew for a fact that I most certainly could not do this.  

   I was terrible at talking with people, becoming a full stuttering mess, curling in on myself attempting to look smaller than I already was. At four feet, eleven inches, that was saying something. Well, at the very least I could look like I knew what I was doing, up until the point someone was trying to talk with me. As much as I wish I could change how shy I was, it was a very difficult thing to do for me. Sure, it would go away with time as I got to know anyone, but first meetings were a total no-go. Although with official meetings and balls that I had to attend I've been told I put on a very convincing poker face. No pesky emotions giving away the silent screeching going on in my head, caused by the close proximity of those people. Although I hate those with a personality that think they're the greatest thing since sliced cheese. Egotistical pricks, hogging all the self-confidence to themselves. 

   But no matter, I was born this way for whatever reason, so not much I can do about it now. I knew where I was going, and I knew who I was going to talk to. Unless it was the new hire they told me about, then I might have some issues. Both from my antisocial personality and shyness, but also from how much of a fan boy I've been told he is. Now don't get me wrong, I love the fact that so many people like my work, it's just the fact that when they get excited about seeing me, they often forget I am just a human being. A very shy, easily spooked one at that. Even with automatons I still have issues, I'm just no good with social interaction with anything humanoid or with human like intelligence.  

   Arriving at my destination I was very much relieved when I saw it was during a lull of activity. Only a few amateur inventors around mixed with a couple of bikers looking for upgrades seemed to be in the building. Getting off the horse and tying her to a post outside, I headed indoors. Inside was amazingly nice and cool, nothing like the smothering heat that the city was known for.  Walking towards the back with a smile on my face and head held high, I desperately was hoping for a face I recognized. Sadly, it was the new fellow. I sighed in defeat, you couldn't win them all. Resigning myself to this fate, I strode forwards, albeit much slower than I was walking before. Stopping in front of a completely distracted boy, who's phone was the most interesting thing in the world. Raising an eyebrow at this, I poked his arm closest to me to draw his attention. 

   "Um, excuse me, do you uh...know where I can find Lillian? She said she would, um, meet me here? I called a uh... a few days ago. I'm here to pick up a few things. If you could get her for me I'd appreciate it um..." I looked at his name tag. "D-dylan? Dylan. Yes, I'd appreciate your help." I fiddled with the chain to my watch, actually glad I managed to make it all the way through the question without being a blushing mess. The boy just stared at me, shell-shocked it seemed. This lasted a few more minutes until he finally seemed to snap out of it, his mouth forming an 'O' in surprise. 

   "You're Raven Heartstone! The creator of Haywire Industries and Entertainment! Holy shit! I've been following your line of work since you started three years ago, your designs are brilliant!" Welp there went any confidence I had remaining in continuing a conversation. "Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT! I can't believe you're actually here! Can I have your autograph? Please?! I'm a massive fan of yours and this is a dream come true!"  

   "I, um, well...?" There is was, my brain is shutting down. I numbly nodded at the overly excited fellow and signed a blank piece of paper for him. At this point I was on auto-pilot and down for the count as he rambled on about whatever trinket I made. It wasn't until the point that I felt someone's hands on my shoulders and shaking me did I snap out of it. 

   "Raven? Raven!" Oh, look, there were fingers snapping in front of my face. Looking up I saw Suszi, another hire at the store, one I knew well. "Hey, come on now. Snap out of the autopilot. Come on wake up, I made Dylan snap out of fanboy mode, it's time for you to snap out of it too." 

   I gently reached up and removed her hands from my shoulders, taking a deep breath. Looking up at her I smiled shyly, my cheeks going red a bit at the fact I had to be shaken out of my shock again.  

   "I'm good, I'm good, please stop shaking me. I am back down to earth." Chuckling softly when she let me go, I took in her appearance. She'd dyed her long ass hair again so now it was a mix of neon blues and purples, all swiped to the side and half of it shaved off. I'd never understood that trend. She also had purple contacts in, hiding her normally hazel eyes. Face still covered in a mass of freckles on caramel skin, she was beaming at me, proud to have snapped me out of it.  

   "Awesome! I was worried I'd need to get the air horn again, after about ten minutes of Dylans ranting about how cool you were before I showed up, I thought you were too far gone!" Laughing she punched me in the shoulder, painfully might I add. As much as I loved this girl's personality, I did not love the fact she liked to rough-house with me. I did not like pain in the slightest. Now this doesn't mean I'll just curl up and whimper when confronted, but still. 

   "Yeah, yeah, I know, no need for that horrid air-horn again. That was a one-off event, that we do not speak of. At all." I gave a pointed look at her, to which she only grinned and put her hands up.  

   "Hey now, no need to get hostile, we're all friends here. Now then, I heard you were looking for Lillian? What'd you break this time? Was it your bike, seeing as you have Ye' Old Archie here, I think that is the problem," She seemed to love tapping her chin while rambling out loud, and when I nodded in response to her last question, she grinned. "HA! I knew it! You need parts again don't you?" 

   Nodding again, Suszi took off like a rocket into the back of the store, leaving me once again with Dylan. Scratching at the back of my neck awkwardly, I looked him over. He was cute enough, I guess. Short, dirty blonde hair was the first thing I saw, along with dark brown eyes staring at me. His face was almost a flawless white, with a small burn scar under his right eye. Sitting down, I couldn't tell how tall he was, but I knew he probably was taller than both me and Suszi. Which wasn't much considering I was a full four feet and eleven inches, while Suszi was around a good five feet four. At nineteen and twenty-three, I don't think she and I were getting any taller.    

   Either way, he was slightly above average, not someone I'd go for or flirt with. I was horrible if it came to any type of flirting, way too shy for it. I just melt or shut down when it comes to flirting, especially when it's directed at me. It is a major fault of mine, because it will cause me to freeze up and not react. Social interaction of any kind seemed to shut me down it seemed, more than others. Well, until the poker face was in play that is. Then nothing can stop me.  

   Coming back to reality, I realized that Dylan was rambling on about something or another. Unknown to him, I didn't even hear a single word he'd said. Not by any fault of his, mostly mine. I tend to zone out and do whatever in my head if I'm not building something with my hands.