First attempted dialog! Hope I don't sound like a fool.

I don't own any of these characters though I wouldn't mind wielding Excalibur.

"Ragnarok I think we are lost," whispered Crona. "And it looks like it is going to rain and I just don't know how to deal with that!"

The Demon Sword sprung out of Crona's back and pounded him on the head.

"Ow! Ragnarok what did I do? You are always hurting me!"

"You idiot! Man up! Rain won't hurt you! Besides. There is a cave right there if you don't want to get your dress wet."

"It's not a dress!"

Frustrated with Crona's weakness Ragnarok morphed back into the pink haired boy's body leaving him alone. Crona hung his head and started walking toward the cave.

"It's not a dress. It's...a robe."

Just as Crona stepped into the cave the clouds released their load. It was a heavy rain and he sighed knowing that he would be stuck in the cave for quite some time.

"Great," he thought still looking down at his feet now submerged in six inches of water. "It is almost as wet in here as it is outside."

When he finally raised his head and looked around, he realized that this was no ordinary cave. All around him were broken pillars and straight ahead was a well-lit shrine with a sword plunged into it. Crona's eyes grew wide with terror. His friends at the DWMA had warned him to stay away from this place and here he had accidentally stumbled up it. They had said that what he would find would be lame and he didn't know how to deal with lame!

"Ragnarok. We are going to stay near the entrance. This is a bad place."

"Don't be a wimp!" Ragnarok chided after appearing and giving Crona noogies. "It can't be that bad. It is just a sword! I want to see and then you can run back and sit in a corner crying until the rain stops."

"If you stop hurting me I will go a little closer! And I can't sit anyway Ragnarok! It is wet in here!"

Ragarok ceased his noogying and settled comfortably on top of the boy's head. Slowly they inched closer and closer to the pedestal at the end of the cave. Crona's face was twisted in fear and The Demon Sword only looked on with mild interest.

"Is this close enough?" Crona asked still standing in the cave's water.

"No! Get up there and let me see that sword and prove I'm better!"

Slowly Crona crawled up the hill where the sword resided and stopped, still on his hands and knees. There it was, the legend itself right in front of his nose. Before Crona could speak, Raganok quickly reached over his head and pulled the sword from its resting place. A bright light shone as The Holy Sword was raised high into the air by The Demon Sword.

When the light diminished, standing before Crona and Ragnarok was a short, completely white anteater shaped little creature.

"Ragnarok. I'm not sure I am going to be able to deal with this!"