We learn more about Sylvie's Parents, and the terrible truth they hid from their daughter about their past! I hope you all enjoy this work and will leave me a good comment!<br /><br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651549895" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-11-Office-Games-651549895" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 11: Office Games</strong>CHAPTER ELEVEN<br />Office Games<br />Sylvie trotted towards the imposing stone edifice that had held her mother's law office. The chilly day had not helped her mood soften in the slightest as she left the house that morning, and she pulled the fringes of her western jacket tight about her. The exceptional material kept her warm and calmed her, which Sylvie found odd considering for almost a year it had been the mark of her enslavement. In fact, she thought ruefully as she glanced down at herself, she looked exactly like she did in her posters. For whatever reason, she felt she needed to be ready for anything today, and had donned her full western regalia, even the hat, and slung her rifle with sheath on her back.<br />People waved at her as she walked through town, and friends called out greetings and invites for her to stop and talk for a bit. She smiled and waved at them or returned their calls with regrets that she had to hurry for an appointment.<br />Some of the people she recognized from the range</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651549138" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-9-Guilt-Trips-651549138" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 9: Guilt Trips</strong>CHAPTER NINE<br />Guilt Trips.<br />Sylvie felt lost in thought, which was a new feeling for her, she had to admit. Normally, she considered herself to be a person of action, but now action wouldn't help and she couldn't count on anyone else to help think the problem through.<br />No, that wasn't true, Taryn would help. In fact, she'd been trying to help, but even she seemed to think that the warning was only a bad dream, and it wasn't. If Sylvie doubted anything else, it wasn't that. So what could she do?<br />Could she go to her parents? They'd called that morning while Sylvie was having her hooves done and talked for a few minutes before they'd had to go to one meeting or another. Both of them had scolded her for letting her cell die, much more than breaking down Taryn's front door. She promised she'd never let it die again, and charged it fully before walking out--she just wasn't into soaps herself. Taryn had tried to come with her, and while she wouldn't have minded, she didn't want to come between h</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>