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Varunia And Pickle Meet Shabernigto

Chapter 1

"Yo, Pickle!" Varunia waved from her throne as he came in the main hall of Shabernigto's temple in Seiruun. He waved back, swinging a large scepter around his head.

He ran up to her and with a annoyed glare, he pointed his finger in her face, "What is the meaning of this?!"

She stared into his finger for a moment, then slapped it out of the way and looked at him, "What is your problem? All I did was require you to wear the high priest robes on a regular basis."

In Varunia's opinion, the robes looked very dashing on him. The dark browns and blues of the robes, all trimmed with gold suited him well. His headpiece was made of pure gold and jewels and weighed over three pounds, and covered only a small portion of his long green hair. His hands were decorated with jeweled rings. The scepter he held was silver, with bronze decorations and a large blue diamond on the end. His hair was tied back with a leather strap, decorated in gold lining. His dark brown eyes were flashing with anger right now, though.

"How could you? You closed the kitchen?" He demanded, almost in tears.

"Yeah, I figured that it needed redecorating, so I closed it down and am having some people come over and fix it up a bit." She explained, "Meanwhile, why don't we go somewhere and get a bite to eat?" She stood and patted him on the head on her way by. He fallowed her slowly, his stomach grumbling the whole way.

Varunia strolled down the hallways to the door outside, where a group of minions stood, waiting to cheer for her. The crowd rushed toward her as she walked outside. Pickle fought to keep them away enough that they wouldn't crush them against the building.

"My, what a predicament." they heard a terribly familiar voice from the air above them.

"What are you looking at, Xellos?!" Varunia teleported to where he was in the air, just to glare at him.

"Sore wa himitsu desu!" Xellos said, smiling and teleported away.

"Why that..." Varunia growled and was just about to fallow him when she heard Pickle's strangled cries, "Oh yeah! I forgot!" She flew down to him and picked him up by the hair. He yelled, holding his head. She carried him high over the city, when she felt some type of bumpy turbulence. Pickle looked up at her worriedly.

"What's going on?" He said in a high panicked voice. She laughed loudly and shook him around some more.

"Nothing, Pickle! It's all fine!" She swung him to the left, and felt her power really leave her, "Oops!"

They plummeted to the ground at a slight angle, because of the way that she had swung Pickle. Varunia still clutched Pickle's hair, trying to get her powers to go. Pickle was screaming in horror, desperately hoping that Varunia was joking around. Just as they were a few yards above the quickly approaching ground, Varunia regained her flight abilities and they soared up at an extreme rate.

"I feel sick..." Pickle cried, clutching his stomach. Varunia slowed and lowered him to the ground, just outside the city, where he promptly got sick all over the ground.

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"Are you okay?" Varunia asked once again as Pickle coughed again. He nodded. "Okay, then you need to change clothes. Those really stink, and besides, they attract bandits."

"But Varunia, I don't have my other clothes..." He paused, "Don't you like beating up robbers?"

She yawned, "Yeah, but I need my high priest to protect me or else it wouldn't look right." If I can't convince Pickle that I'm still okay, then I'm dead where I stand.

He stared at her for a few moments, "Oh! I get it! You lost your powers! It's your time of the month!"

Varunia stared at him blankly, "I won't even pretend to know what you're talking about. Anyway, I do have my powers, so there!" She promptly threw a fireball in his face, which didn't do any damage, considering that it was so small. Oops, that was really small. I meant to do a big one.

"Oh, so I guess that I was Wong." He said, wiping the smoke off his face with his sleeve. Varunia spotted something, as she saw up his sleeve. She grabbed it, and looked up it.

"Pickle! You are wearing your normal clothes under that!" She ripped the robes off him, to reveal his normal clothing, sword and all.

"Yeah, sorry. It just didn't feel right without my sword." He explained. Then, he grew serious looking. Varunia looked around wildly, realizing that they were surrounded. "You take the ones on the left, and I'll take the rest."

"Okay..." She looked at the five bandits on the left and started her confidant act, "I hope you all have life insurance, so I can collect it! Or a bounty on your head at least!" She jumped toward them, fighting them.

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Pickle fought them off for a while, before ever drawing his sword. When he did, they had lost badly, and ran off screaming. He looked around, waiting for a sarcastic comment from Varunia about how he did, but it never came. He was slightly confused, since she wouldn't let him have all the fun himself. He scratched his head and started calling her name.

"Here, idiot." A strained voice came from the bushes. Pickle wandered over there after only a little trouble. He saw her curled up on the ground, just like a cat going to sleep. He looked down at her.

"What's wrong?" he kneeled down by her, "Hey! You're bleeding! I didn't know that Mazoku/dragon crossbreeds could bleed!"

She glared up at him, "They can't. Get me to a healer or I'll break your..." And she passed out.

"Hmm? Is she serious?" After a bit of debate, he decided to take her to see his cousin, a world recognized healer. At least, he thought so. He wasn't really sure.