Dreams are a funny thing. That same source of hope and inspiration, can also rip the strength and drive right out of you. I had two people pushing me to write, and keeping me from giving up when everything that could go wrong, did, causing a massive delay in chapter three. Now, chapter three sits waiting for editing, still, chapter four is more than half written, and I find that both the people who were my most adoring readers, and who pushed me to work, have both walked away from what I do. Niether have read the third chapter, one of whom has been reading through book after book since I made it available to them. It really opens my eyes to let me know, I was a fool to think I could create a story worth reading, or that anyone would ever wish to see my work once the novelty wore off. Chapter three has been put in the hands of one more editor, and it may just be the last posting in the life of Agrok Asreigh, for those who take the time to read it, I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot to think about to decide if this project will go on, or if I will accept the reality of it all and scrap this farce.