The Dacops Crystal

by Punk19

Angel Irene, youngest daughter of Master Vile, is now working to take back her birth planet from her father. During so she encounters many dangerous adventures, including having to go after the Dacops Crystal, the most powerful crystal in the universe, and having to fight her family for her freedom. Will she be victorious? Or will she be captured and the planet Earth be doomed?

1. Part 1

Her head held high, her nostrils flared on her circular face, her small rounded jaw was set firmly, it made her looks slide some from being beautiful to decent. Her emerald-green eyes were blazing, the ring of golden-yellow that was around her black pupils was larger than usual making the emerald-green irises look smaller. Over the past few months she had been exposed to the rays of the sun and her skin had changed from being slightly tanned to medium tanned, her fiery red hair, the color of a fire truck, flowed down past her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were faded from the knees down and a blue-tone shirt that had a ruffle on the bottom, a pair of expensive brown boots hung loosely on either side of her horse. The man beside her reined his horse in tightly against hers, they were so close that their legs scraped against each other.

"There's the camp ma'am." General Faulk said, he pointed out at a medium-sized camp that looked deserted. "Haven't even woke up yet."

The sun was not even up, but on the horizon was a line of purple which spelled the sun's approach. When the general had spoke a stream of cold air had came from his mouth, on this day of February 1998 the air had a crisp chill on it. The general was wearing his fatigues and a heavy brown coat with a white ruffle, he had a pair of gloves on his hands and a hat covered his sparsely white-haired head. His steel-blue eyes looked as cold as the woman beside him was. The woman beside him was shivering, she was wearing just a brown leather jacket, no gloves or hat.

"Good, call in the troops so we can get this done with." Angel replied sternly. "Last camp to attack before we can say North America is ours again."

"Then onto Europe." the General said. "Lots more work to do."

Angel pulled her horse around and started walking away, it was no secret that she didn't much like General Faulk, everyone in the refugee camp knew it and so did the General. As soon as one job was done he'd start in on another, never giving Angel a chance to regroup or settle her mind. He was also not very considerate to her wishes, like the time last week when he had positioned a bazooka to fire at her father. She had flipped and fired an arrow at Faulk, catching him on the leg. They had had a fight which had ended with Angel promising that one day she would hand him over to her father.

"You make sure to remember General that my father is not to be harmed mortally," Angel said to her second-in-command. "the fight with him lies in my hands not yours."

"Yes ma'am." the General saluted Angel who had kicked her horse into a run.

The fighting started just before the sky had changed from black to purple, Angel had set off a missile that had landed on the side of the camp and General Faulk had ordered the troops at the front to open fire on the tents. The monsters who ran from the tents were felled quickly, but the ones who were in the back ran to a hill and hid behind it, they shot their energized blasts and abilities at the troops on the high hill. Angel sent five more rockets and two missiles up which exploded near the center of the camp, a great cloud of fire and smoke rose from the monster camp, from their place on the high hill they could hear the yells for help from the monsters in the enemy camp below. General Faulk was setting up his bazooka when a high whistle sounded, the monsters who were trying to make them fall back stopped their blasts, the monster camp fell silent, the troops fired from their guns for two minutes before they stopped. Not a thing moved and not a sound was heard. Angel looked at General Faulk, who merely shrugged his shoulders. The sun had just showed itself, sending its rays down on the frosted ground, when suddenly right in front of the hill that the monsters were hiding behind a series of blue and gold snakes formed. A second later a form stepped forward, it was so silent that when he walked the sounds of the dry grasses being crunched could be heard. His very presence seemed to of made the air grow colder, more foreboding. The sun that had just poked up signaling the day's start suddenly hid behind a set of clouds, it made the figure have an even more foreboding feel to him.

"What now miss?" General Faulk asked Angel, he had his gun pointed at the figure but his finger was far from the trigger.

"Tell your troops to fire around him," Angel said, she jumped down from her horse, the dried winter grass crunched under her feet. "I'll deal with my old man."

Angel walked away from the general, she heard him usher out the order to commence firing but to not shoot at her or her father. The shooting started immediately, bullets rang past her as she walked towards her father and as he walked towards her, his sword already out of its sheath. She remembered the sword, it was a unique one that he had used when they had fought once before a few months ago. The blade was thick and sharp, it was treated with a special dust that shone when no lights were on, it shone now in the now black morning. The blade was curved like a snake and the handle ended in a snake's head which was gold, the eyes were ruby while the teeth were pearl. Angel glanced down at her sword.

She had been using inadequate swords in the few fights that required the use of a sword with her father, mostly training swords which were not meant for fighting. The sword just below her hand was as black as night, the blade was as shined up as could be and was as thick and strong as ever not to mention it was also sharp. The handle of the sword was the only thing on it that wasn't black, it was silver. The part that met the blade was in the shape of a dragon, the mouth was open and flame swirls painted in a dull black shot from it, the wings curved down sharply. The handle part was long and thin while the top part ended in a single bubble. With a flick of her arm she pulled her sword, appropriately named Nigrum Gladio or The Black Sword, from it's solid black sheath and held it arched up. Her father was no more than a small run from her, he had stopped walking and was now plainly standing, waiting for her to make her move. Angel knew this tactic well and she duplicated it. She stood her place, the golden-yellow ring that was usually around her pupils had grown making the emerald-green of her irises half the size that they usually were. Her eyes met and kept with her father's. It was anyone's game now, the one who moved forward would start the fight.

Master Vile, a feared conqueror of worlds, a warlord and warlock, stood motionless except for his robe which was caught by the wind. He was wearing a black robe and a black cape that was attached to a pair of shoulder wraps that were dark blue in color, on both sides of the shoulder guards edges near his chin was a snakehead, the right one was dark blue while the left one was gold. Curiously, the snakeheads looked to be alive. Both snakeheads were gently nudging up against his chin, one would slightly nip in affection every few seconds. There was a blue scarf around his neck and two kerchiefs of thick fabric hung below them, one was a dull red and the other was a dull gold in color. On his chest was a breast-plate, gold in color except for a few small circular places which were aqua colored. A gold chain mail hung down from the breast-plate, from it hung a thin gold chain. A white tassel hung down across from the thin gold chain, it was tied off on the end with a red string. Master Vile had a pair of gold-colored gloves on his hands that went back to his elbows, his long blue fingernails poked out of the holes at the end of each finger of the gloves. When the wind blew his robe back Angel saw a pair of black dress shoes on his feet, they were nicely polished.

A bullet whizzed very closely to her head, she felt it graze her ear and she moved slightly, it was that move that made the fight happen. Master Vile ran forward with speed that he looked not to possess. Angel stood her guard until he was near on top of her then swung her sword and slid to the side. Her sword caught on his, a series of sparks flew from both. She turned quickly and chopped her sword down again, catching his but instead of him pulling his sword back he shoved his sword towards hers before dropping it low, her sword and his locked together, near to the ground. The wind chilled her suddenly, she felt goosepimples on her arms spring up, Master Vile's face and hers were barely two inches from touching.

"Missed you in New Hampshire old man." Angel broke the silence between them.

"I was there young lady." her father replied, when he spoke he sent sour-smelling breath onto her which almost made her nose want to curl up into her face.

"Take the hint and eat a mint!" Angel exclaimed, she put one of her hands up further on the handle of her sword and swung hard, her father's sword swung up but he didn't lose his sword like she had hoped.

Master Vile, father and enemy to her, he was a strong fighter and a big threat to Earth. In the under a minute face-to-face contact Angel had seen his great anger roasting in his eyes. He had a pair of golden-yellow eyes that shone brightly even in his anger, small black pupils floated in them. She didn't look much like her father at all, she had inherited some of her powers from him and the ring of golden-yellow that was around her pupils but that was all. He was a big man, a strong and sturdy man packed with muscle. The right side of his head was dark blue while the left was gold, he had a pair of elongated ears jutting out from the sides of his head that were gold except for the stripes that were on them that were black. On each of his elongated ears hung six earrings, when she had had her face-to-face contact with him she had noticed that one of the earrings that hung down from the right ear was a tiny gold-colored peace symbol. She found that funny, her father was anything but peaceful.

She pulled her arms in tight and twirled like a ballerina, before she had been standing ready to fight her father the next she was a raging twirling fire tornado. Her flaming tornado move, as she called it, moved swiftly towards her father and struck him four times, he took three steps back and made a startled grunt but he said not a word. When she had finished her move she moved with the grace and speed of a Thompson Gazelle and closed the gap between her and her father. Using her elemental power she engulfed her sword in fire, when she swung it and it caught up against her father's sword flames leaped at him and he jumped back. He roared and rushed at her, driving her back a few feet, he swung his sword hard four times, she met his sword each time then she leaped into the air and flipped over him, when she landed behind him she turned, her ankle near touching the ground as she did so, and swung her sword. Her sword's tip caught against the back of his cloak, severing it from the rest of his clothing.

"Check this out Old Man!" she laughed.

She twirled hard, after a few hours her ankle would really start hurting but right now she was in business. With her elemental power she pulled the mornings dew up from the grass, when her sword met her father's he was showered by water. He released one of his hands from his sword and swung it, intending to punch her in the stomach and cause her to retreat to catch her breath but she saw it and sidestepped, his fist met nothing but air. With a wild Hyena cackle she swung her own hand which was covered in an ice glove, she had brought the morning dew that had sloshed her father from the chest up back to her and made it form around her hand but this time she had froze it. She didn't swing for his stomach, she swung her fist and it collided with his face. When he pulled back, he had a few cuts on his heavily thick brow and a cut on his cheek, he wiped his face making sure that his eyes were okay giving Angel enough time to back-flip five times, when she landed she was a good hundred feet from him. She heard a whistle and turned her head slightly. The bullets had stopped firing a few seconds ago, they had won the battle and the monsters had retreated, she had been caught up with her father, merely showing off for the troops and being cocky with her father. General Faulk was signaling her return, he rose the reins of her horse who was pawing at the ground in frustration. She nodded her head and teleported, leaving a cloud of smoke lifting where she was previously. She appeared on the back of her horse and, not bothering to replace her sword in its sheath, she gave the reins a pull to the side then kicked her horse into a run. When her father had dropped his hand from his face, having found that the water coming from his eyes was not blood but plain water, he saw her head bounce away then he found himself alone. All of the monsters in the camp that had been there an hour before were gone, either dead or horribly injured or having retreated.

He stood there for a few seconds, so early in the morning and he had not been fully prepared for a fight, still clouded with sleep after waking up half an hour before. His young daughter, the daughter that he wanted to capture and bring home to her rightful planet to a family that awaited her with great love, had been sure-footed, powerful yet he had detected a trace of her not using her full strength on him which infuriated him. His chest heaved up and down, he made his hands into tight fists, his knuckles cracked. He lifted his head up, the chords in his neck growing and bulging out in waves under his skin, when he opened his mouth he let out a great loud roar, a roar of pure anger and frustration, that Angel and her troops heard before Angel teleported them out of the area.

The horse pawed at the ground, being eager to be released of his tack and eager to have a little running room without the bit that had been placed in his mouth early that morning. Angel had yet to feel the pain in her ankle and was literally walking around with great excitement, she had been having fun fighting her father and would have gone on fighting him hadn't she been called back. General Faulk tied his horse up then walked over to her, he rose his hand and slapped her on the back hard enough to make her jump to the side in surprise. This was another thing that she didn't like about the man, he congratulated her a bit too roughly. If it wasn't a hard slap on the back he'd be punching her hard on the shoulder and if that wasn't enough he'd sometimes come up and slap her on the behind, she had slapped him back whenever he had done the latter which had made his mood change drastically.

"What have I told you about hitting me, General?" Angel hissed at him. "Pat! Do not slap!"

"Excuse me ma'am." the General said sarcastically.

Angel turned to her horse and started untacking him, first she removed the cinch that was around the girth of the horse then she removed the cloth from his back. She reached up to her horse's head and unhooked the clamps on the rings, when she pulled the bit out of the horse's mouth the horse tossed his handsome bay head, making his forelock fall into his eyes. There was a rope corral in front of her and she led her horse to it, when she released the horse she gave him a pat on the rump and he went at a trot around the small corral. She knew it wasn't the freedom he had wanted but the camp was very limited for space, as soon as some room had been made she had built the corral, which was only three acres in size. There were only five horses in the camp, horses who were from the wild herds in Wyoming. Two were solid bay mares aged between five and eight years of age and then there were the two geldings that the veterinarian that had decided to stay behind after they had taken the state of New Hampshire back gelded for them. The geldings were both sorrels, one had a solid sorrel face while the other had a thin stripe down his. The horse that Angel had released was the only stallion of the bunch. The general had wanted her to geld the stallion as soon as she had brought him stating that geldings were better mounts in but she had refused saying that that was a lie and she preferred to ride a horse who was intact and who would have the temperament and muscle to race long runs across valleys. He reminded her of one of her father's stallions, the one she had taken with her after escaping from his palace for the third time named Daimaou.

When the stallion came up to her she stretched her hand forward and rubbed him between the eyes, she didn't bother removing the forelock that hung over his one eye. The stallion was one of great beauty, a gray pinto with two coal-black eyes. When she lifted her hand from the stallion's face he turned and cantered around the corral. His every movement was graceful and majestic, his body was full of supple muscle, his neck was big and powerful, his body showcasing all of his studliness. When she had seen him running in a bachelor band she had fallen in love, literally. She had loved her father's horse, Daimaou, greatly and missed him quite a lot, and when she had seen the stallion trotting around, the crest on his neck standing out well and his snorts carrying their way to her even from a distance, she had been instantly reminded of Daimaou.

"Look at that Gasha stud!" she said in admiration. "My big boy. My strong and powerful boy!"

"Yes yes, nice stallion." the general rolled his eyes. "Still wish you would have gelded him. Easier to work on, ma'am. I participated in a round-up some years ago, stallions are really unpredictable animals. Can't do anything with them as they are all brawn and no brain. All about mating and fighting, that is a stallion ma'am."

"General, you're in your seventies and obviously haven't spent much time around horses." Angel spat. "Stallions aren't as bad as you say they are."

"Ma'am I am seventy-three years old I think I know what I am saying when I say that stud there is dangerous." the general said loudly.

"And I'm two hundred and fifteen." Angel snickered. "And have been around horses since my return to this planet in eighteen o' one, even visiting and staying in the wild horse areas for years. So who do you think knows more about horses? You or me?"

"Age is nothing ma'am." the general grumbled. "Just an excuse."

Angel sniffed then turned back to watching her horse who was trotting back to her. What he had said was not true, it was one of the biggest misconceptions of stallions she had ever heard. All of the big shot trainers claimed it was true and that made for a lot of people to castrate good breeding stock. A stallion only fought when danger was near, such as in the wild if another stallion was present he'd only fight to keep and protect his family herd. A stallion only mated with his mares during the breeding season, and when it wasn't breeding season he was very gentle, even nuzzling his mares and foals, playing with his foals and standing guard over his offspring as they napped. A major rule in horse society that most people didn't know was that a horse was more for flight over fight.

"Well if my father does one day capture me at least I'll be able to be around horses." Angel mused. "He has a large stable behind his palace full of fine stock horses. Some of the best bred horses I have ever seen."

Seeing as she had time she sat down on the cold ground, shivering afterwards as the ground was cold and hard, and thought back to when she had been at her father's palace on Gamma-Vile, his home planet. He had an immense palace, she couldn't remember how many floors it had but she remembered the floor she had stayed on mostly which was the second floor then she remembered the first floor and the basement were her father's Chamber of Magic was located, and in the back was a long barn full of stables for the horses, behind the building had been a great many fenced off pastures, some who had horses running in them and some who were vacant. Each pasture was full of green grasses except for the purple grasses that grew in sparse circles in odd places, a few tall trees were in each pasture and a pond was situated in the center of each pasture for the horses, a salt lick in each to keep the biting insects from breeding and leaving behind their next generation. She didn't much remember the interior of her father's palace, but she did remember that he was one for exquisite decoration and that some of the items in his home had his name initialed on them.

"He'd probably see you Gasha and laugh." Angel said to the stallion when he started grazing near her. "He's one for breeding stock that is fast and has a form that is powerful yet trim. I'd hate to know his agenda for the wild horses of this planet."

Irka Surfeit looked up when the sound of shoes clicking on the marble floor reached her, it was early morning and breakfast was being served, she and her husband had been invited over for breakfast by Rita Repulsa, their oldest granddaughter, after her father had rushed off. She had just jabbed her fork into a roasted cockroach when her oldest child, and oldest son, walked into the dining room. She had just to look at him to know he was not happy, he was missing part of his cape and his sword was not in its sheath. When he saw her and her husband at the table, with his children seated across from them, he near exploded.

"What are they doing here?" Master Vile exclaimed in a low throaty growl.

"Y-you said they could be here for breakfast dad." Rita said nervously.

"I did?" Rita's father asked, he stepped over to Rita and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes dad," Rita said. "you were rushing out when I asked if they could be here for breakfast."

"Is it still alright dear?" Irka asked.

Master Vile nodded his head then left the dining room on his ship, a ship that he had named SkullTerra. The dining room on his ship wasn't as decorated as the dining room in his palace, it was basic and slightly comfortable although the air in the room felt thin and the atmosphere in the room was a bit hostile. In the room was a long wooden table that had a candelabra in the center, around the table were some red cushioned chairs, four of which were taken up. There were torches that were on long stands lit up the room, their flames swinging this way and that, sending small shadows against the walls. A shelf ran all along the room, it stopped only at the doorways, on it were an assortment of colored skulls that held candles which were lit. Also on the shelf that went all around the room were vases that held black and red flowers that had thorns on them.

"Guess he's not hungry." Rita sighed.

"Do you think he'll eat with us one day?" Rito asked. "I mean, with all of us and not just you and me."

"Give him time, children." Irka replied. "We have all the time in the universe, he'll come around one day."

Irka looked at her oldest granddaughter, she couldn't believe how pretty she was. She had a circular face with a nose similar to her father's, her skin was lightly tanned but heavily covered in make-up which Irka didn't much like. She liked the more natural look over one that was false. Rita had purple lipstick on her lips, purple eye-shadow on her eyelids and eyeliner around her eyes which were brown in color. She also had mascara on her eyelashes. Her hair was a light shiny gray and was held up by orange ribbons in two twin cones. She was wearing a brown dress with gold embroidery around the lower arms and skirt, she had on a flexible armor-like Madonna cone bra which was bronze in color, it was connected to the dark brown bronze neck frill that had light gold triangular designs on it, blue feathers poked out all around the frill. Rita's hair was being held out of her face by a black band that had gold swirls on it, a ruby was in the middle, running down from the band was a light gray braided outer face adornment. Irka noticed that when Rita picked up her fork she had long purple colored nails, whether these were painted or not they looked pretty.

"Our son sure has made some pretty daughters." Irka said to her husband.

"Hey don't forget me!" Rito exclaimed.

"You're a girl?" Rita laughed.

Irka looked at her grandson who looked so much like herself. Rito was a fully formed skeleton, there was not a bit of flesh on his body. One side of his body was camouflaged while the other was white, his teeth were slightly rotted. She noted that although his face was skull-like he had a helmet on his head, when she had questioned him about it he had told her that he was born with the helmet on his head. The helmet matched the colors of his body, the left side being camouflaged while the right side was white. He had green bands around his wrists and a belt around his waist from which small skulls hung from.

"How can I forget our own special grandson?" Irka cooed. "So very handsome!"

"But he does need to strengthen his mind some." KurukVile Surfeit said, until now he had been silent. "A being can be as strong or as powerful as can be and still be beaten if he or she is not strong intelligently. Remember that young man."

"Yes granddad." Rito sighed, he went back to his chilled snake brain.

The large being sitting beside her would have given anyone outside of their family the great shakes of fear, but for Irka she felt great love and admiration for the man. She placed her hand on his arm and he looked up at her and nodded his head. KurukVile Surfeit, the tyrannical ruler of the Wycos and Vulcan Galaxies and of the planet Oot, sat beside her in a fine robe that made her want to grin from ear to ear in excitement. He was wearing an all brown furred robe from an animal he had hunted and killed almost a month and a half ago, a belt of brown leather was around his waist, from it hung small finger bones from the animal whose fur he was wearing. On his feet were a pair of brown shoes. Her husbands great size was not because he was overweight, he was far from it actually. He was a strong, sturdy man with a great deal of muscle on his body. KurukVile's face was like that of their son's, who had inherited his bi-colored face from him, the right side of his face was white while the left side was red, the wrinkles that were on the right side of his face looked a deeper red while the wrinkles on the left side of his head looked almost gray. His arms, which were out in the open, were full of bulging muscle, his right arm was red while his left arm was white. He had long purple colored fingernails on each of his fingers. His elongated ears went only half way to his shoulders and were a gold color with red stripes. His eyes glowed a fiery red, there were tiny black pupils in the center.

"I suspect that our son had an encounter with his youngest this morning." KurukVile said. "Come in with his sword not in its sheath and looking pissed off. That child of his does need to be taught a lesson."

"Should I speak to him about her?" Irka asked her husband. "He does talk to me, you know."

"Only if you want to my Lovely Bone wife." KurukVile went back to his breakfast.

Irka pushed herself from the table, she had woke up with only half of a stomach for food and was full now. She excused herself and walked out of the dining room, down the long hallway towards a just barely open door, light from the room behind the door seeped out sending a glow against the dark wall. When she got to the door she peaked inside, she saw her son sitting in a chair, he was wiping his sword with a black silk cloth, his shoes were off of his feet, she could see them propped up against a vent. Despite her son going against family tradition of not invading and conquering the home planet and home galaxy, she was very proud of him. He reminded her so much of her beloved KurukVile, they looked very much like father and son.

"I know you're out there," her son said suddenly, he didn't stop wiping his sword with the cloth. "I feel your presence."

Master Vile looked up as his mother walked into his weapons chamber, the chamber that he kept all of his weapons that he either would have use for or he hoped he never would have a use for. His mother, despite her skeletal appearance, moved gracefully. Irka Surfeit, married to his father for over a hundred thousand years, still had a youthful look to her. She looked rather feminine and fragile, while on the latter she was not. Her bone body was darkly colored, each bone in her body was either black or purple, she was short in stature only standing five foot five inches tall. She was wearing a purple dress that was tight around the breasts that poked out like pyramids. A white belt was around her waist, it was studded with spikes. She had black heeled boots on her feet that had spikes on the sides. Her long crystallized hair was light blue in color and it reached down almost to her waist.

"You had an encounter with her didn't you?" Irka asked her son.

"Yes, her and her troops took the last camp in the states here." her son replied.

"The landmarks here, the continents I mean, are so strange." Irka sighed. "America separated? Several states in the northern part separated into north and south? Islands not even big enough to support a comfortable population are packed solid. Viley, dear, I hope you have plans for this planet that will help it some."

"I've already made some changes." Master Vile replied, he shuddered when his mother called him by his childhood pet name.

"Such as?" Irka pressed him for details.

"Such as combining the northern and southern states. South America will be sparsely populated for the sake of the animal lifeforms here while the isands that are small will be unpopulated completely." Master Vile explained. "And that colder regions will be populated. That one I cannot understand myself. Plenty of room on this planet and everyone is bunched up in the warm areas leaving perfectly good space vacant."

Irka walked over to her son's shoes and picked them up, she polished them for him and as she did so she listened to his plans for the planet. Her son had some good ideas already planned, she had to admit that. When he had finished telling her his plans he went silent, Irka looked down and noticed that the shoes that she held were getting worn down, he would need a new pair soon. The soles were near worn down to nothing and the shine on them wasn't as it should be.

"And Angel?" Irka asked. "What of her?"

"She'll be captured and taken to Gamma-Vile." her son replied quickly. "She'll have quite a bit of discipline awaiting her."

"When your brother told me about her I seriously thought she was a child." Irka laughed dryly.

"Well, I did have her transformed into being five years old twice." Master Vile looked up sharply. "This time though, no transforming. She'll be getting the full adult treatment."

"Whipping?" Irka gasped. "You're not going to..."

"Yes, mother." her son stood up and walked over to a sword stand, he placed his sword in its handle then turned towards her. "No more mister nice father. I've been much too nice and patient with her. She'll learn this time that I mean business."

As if the cold wasn't enough, the wind was gusting loudly and throwing large flakes of snow now on the refugee camp. People huddled near fires, children were surrounded by their parents in great big, comforting hugs and adults with no children sat almost on top of one another. Angel limp-walked away from a fire, her body wracked in shivers, her teeth clacking up and down ferociously. The coat around her was now no protection against the winter, it was like she was wearing nothing at all but her skin. Gasha, she saw, was standing with his face facing away from the wind, his body was facing sideways, half of him hidden behind a tree. The other horses were doing the same.

"I won't here when the Donner Party had their problems in the wilderness in eighteen forty-six." she thought to herself. "But I know that what they went through was horrible! Finding themselves stuck in dead winter with hardly any food or water. That was terrible, this is terrible... but we'll make it."

Angel stopped walking and turned around, there was a great space between her and the people in the camp. Besides her elemental powers and her normal powers which included fiery energetic blasts which could be crippling and deadly, she was an excellent transformer. She had just recently mastered teleportation, and although her spells and charms were not as good as her siblings, they were good enough to make a whole mess of things happen. Angel tore off her jacket and flung it behind her, she threw her head back and was engulfed in a pink energy, an energized wind joined the crisp breeze that blew through the camp, it made the people in the camp look towards her. Before Angel had been in her true form, her birth form, now she was in her fiery dragon form, her most powerful form.

Angel's dragon form was as scary as it was beautiful. Her scales shone brilliantly, whiskers of red trailed down from her muzzle and curled around under her jaw, smoke billowed from her mouth. Her dragon scales were bright red and the sharp point to her long tail was fiery red. Her eyes, all one would have to do is look at them to know that it was her. Although her eyes were golden-yellow with extremely tiny black pupils there was a ring of emerald-green around the golden-yellow. Her long nails were white and sharp, her underbelly was yellow and smooth. Angel didn't stand still for long in this form, she pulled her long neck back and with her mouth opening, she drew in a breath. When she blew a long stream of yellow-red fire rolled out. When it crashed to the ground it made a huge, and blazingly hot, fire. The people in the camp flocked to the fire in throngs, many thanked her vocally while others came up and gave her a pat on her foot. The idea came to her that the people in the camp wouldn't mind having some protein in their diet so she jumped up, the wings on her back folded out, and she flew away.

Her winged forms, they were special forms that meant that she had more mobility but also, they were delicate forms because the wings were rather fragile. If she was injured in any form it would carry onto her true form and she would have to heal in that form in order to be healed in her non-true forms. Her wings, though, if they were injured in any way their healing would take a long time because they were not part of her true form. The wings that her dragon-form had were large and leathery, the arm-part of the wing was like an extra arm but it didn't act as one, it ended in a single white claw, the rest of the wings were leathery and delicate. When Angel left the shielded camp she was pursued by Tengas, winged monsters that looked like Crows, but she was so fast that they never caught her. She flapped her wings three or four times and that was all before she saw the blue ocean underneath of her. Looking back, she saw that the Tengas were just tiny dots in the sky. She dived, before she hit the water pink energy formed around her, the energized wind blew back against the chilled beach, when she hit the water she was still in dragon-form, just not one that breathed fire or flew, this form of dragon was only for the water.

Her body scales were a shiny red, all of her forms that she changed into would have red bodies and her eyes would either be emerald-green, golden-yellow with an emerald ring around the outer edge of the golden-yellow or a dull green if the form was of an extinct animal, and her eyes were emerald-green with small black pupils, the golden-yellow ring was almost not noticeable. She had webbed feet and a yellow belly, her tail was long and flat. She dived her dragon-body and went deeper into the ocean, in front of her she saw the shadowy blue form of a Sperm Whale. She lunged forward, closing the distance, when she got to the whale she snapped her jaws on its tail then shot up, her body straight as an arrow. When she broke through the surface of the water, the whale still in her jaws, she transformed into that of the dragon she had flown here as.

"Whoa baby!" Generald Faulk exclaimed. "That's enough to last us for a long time!"

"Which is why I went to get it." Angel said, she shook her dragon-body to rid it of the water that was still on it. "One whale is enough, I'm not going for another."

General Faulk went to his troops and gave out a few orders, the blubber and oil from the whale was to be saved and the meat was to be cut up and given out equally. A group of fifty men went forward, the whale was cleaned then cut into, nothing was wasted. The meat was quickly given out. Later on that night, while eating some of the whale she had caught, Angel thought that the meat had been salted. It had a salty taste to it but it tasted good. From the corner of her eye she saw a dark being walk up to the shield, he tapped his sword against the shield and when a spark sent him back a few feet he started pacing. This being was no stranger, she knew him well. He was her father's younger brother and her only uncle, Triskull.

She turned fully and looked at him, she sent a message to him through her face and eyes which meant for him to back away and leave her and the camp of refugees alone. Triskull was very different than her father, while her father was big and sturdy and had lots of muscle on his body Triskull was lanky in build with a lot of muscle on his arms and legs. He had a body of full flesh which was dark blue, almost black, in color. Despite his name's meaning, he had just one skull. He had glowing yellow eyes with black pupils, similar to his older brother's only his were smaller and weren't as intelligent looking. He had two long black horns and two elongated ears on either side of his head, the only difference was that they ended in skulls that were a dingy white in color. He had a collar with spikes on it around his neck, a chain ran from a circle on the collar to his belt which was dark blue in color. He had a pair of wings attached to his back, the webbed was red and ripped in places. He had a pair of shoulder guards on that resembled the top half of a pair of jaws, there was even a row of teeth on the bottom, the shoulder guards were black in color and ended in a pair of dull gold skulls on both sides. The sword he had used to tap the shield around the camp had a silver blade, the handle was red.

"How pathetic can you get to get back on your brother's side?" Angel laughed. "General!"

"Ma'am?" General Faulk cocked his head her way.

"How long has Triskull been here?" Angel asked.

"Triskull?" the general was confused, he hadn't met or hadn't anything to do with her uncle yet.

"That fellow there." Angel jerked her thumb over her shoulder at her uncle who was looking at her intensely.

"Little under two hours ma'am." the general answered. "Why? Who is he?"

"He's my uncle," Angel explained. "t'was him who brought my grandparents to our planet. My father, his older brother, hasn't been very friendly towards him since."

"Ma'am I am surprised that your father isn't here trying to get into the camp." the General said in a whisper. "How powerful is that guy? Triskull I mean."

"I haven't seen his powers," Angel replied. "but he's very good at the sword. He'll make a mess of things if I leave the shield of the camp for anything hunting wise."

"Daaaaah-muh!" the general exclaimed. "Be glad that after your last hunting escapade you won't be leaving the camp for that purpose. When do we go to Europe?"

"Soon." Angel answered, she looked at her uncle then rolled her eyes when he advanced on the shield only to be zapped back. "Very soon."