When will you update on your story with tangled? I would of asked in achieve, but I don't know how to use the app and I can't ask when I go to the website. Not pushing you just curious?
I never received a notification on this, sorry. I have half the next chapter written but I am currently busy with my job. I hope to post the second next chapter within the next week. If you would like a preview, hereâs a portion of the first part:
âA chair sat at the side of the bed, empty aside from a folded pile of clothes. Varian swallowed as he noticed the inclusion of a familiar apron handing off the back and something he hadnât thought heâd see again.
Pushing his legs over the side of the bed, Varian grunted as he reached over and pulled the pair of goggles from the top of the pile. His stomach rolled as he brushed his thumb across the old leather of the straps, clenching his jaw against the sudden wave of emotion.Â
Dropping them to the bed at his side, Varian climbed to his feet and was surprised to find that little waver came with his step. There came no crick in the roll of his shoulders, nor callus beneath his feet from endless walking. He wasâŚ
âDamn,â Varian breathed, glancing down to the top of his hands as he flexed his fingers. No scars, no wrinkles, no spots. Young again. How long has it been since his knees didnât crack with every step? That his back didnât ache from years of exertion? The idea of dealing with puberty a second time was not ideal, but it was better than letting fire consume everyone he loved. He owed his father that much.
Most of the grime had been cleaned from him in his unconsciousness, although a hot bath was something heâd been dreaming about for many decades. With the end of the world quickly approaching, however, now was not the time for luxuries or sentiments. He had not traveled so far or lived so long just to seek comfort in the familiar.Â
Varian dressed as quickly as he dared, hissing only as he had pulled his shirt over his head.Â
The apron was left hanging on the chair as he buttoned the final button of his vest, unneeded despite its nostalgic pull. He gave into weakness when it came to his goggles, looping them around his neck.Â
Varian stilled after walking towards the door, listening quietly to the murmurs coming from the other end of the house. His hand tightly gripped the door, unable to find the strength to step over the threshold.Â
âWhy are you scared?ââ
I donât know,â Varian whispered, glancing back towards his mother as she walked to his side. Her eyes flickered down to the goggles resting against his chest, reaching up to pass her fingers through them.Â
âSentimental fool,â Ulla hummed, eyes crinkling with affection. âI canât believe your father kept them.â
Varian swallowed, reaching up to clench tightly to one of the lenses. ââŚI stole them from your things. He was upset when he found out, but⌠He let me keep them.âÂ
Ulla smiled. âBetter than gathering dust in a trunk.â
















