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AN: So here it goes, my first story. I have never written anything like this before and I am really excited to see where it goes. The story is about the unlikely relationship between Gore the shape shifter and Camille the Sky Dancer. I still haven't figured out if his name is GORE or GORP. Any insight on that subject is appreciated. It is hard to tell what they are saying in the episode. Thanks for reading and I really hope for your reviews!

Julie

Somewhere in the Netherworld, in an unoccupied corner, a whiff of blue smoke began to expand. After only a few seconds, a strange cloud like creature materialized. He wasn't sure why this form came so easily, but it was the most permanent form he knew. This was like his home base, his resting form, and he was ugly. His hunched over back had large spikes on it and his thin beady eyes rested under a wrinkled brow. He was not like any creature he had ever met or seen in his long existence. He had never met anyone like himself before, but he was sure that if they all looked like this, then he knew why they shifted so often; they couldn't stand the disgusting form of their own bodies.

The shape shifter looked around this grotesque excuse for a palace. Whoever decorated had no sense of beauty and deserved to be locked away. The shifter had been closely watching the netherworld for the past few days, silently observing the shapes of the inhabitants. He knew nothing of their lives, their habits, or even their names, but he knew their forms backward and forward. He now assumed the form of the largest one with ugly green skin and horrid purple eyes filled with hate.

"How could anyone inhabit a body like this? No matter, I won't need this form for long." As he walked down a winding corridor he met face to face with the 3 other inhabitants of the decrepit place.

"You will obey me," the new found voice of his body took over..

The imps gave him a look of confusion, "But, ah… Don't we always?"

"Then I am ruler of this domain?" he breathed with a grin of accomplishment. "This new shape may not be as bad as I first assumed. Take me to my throne room."

"You? You don't know where your throne room is?" said the imp, becoming more amused by the situation.

"You are to obey me!" boomed the large and hideous form. "Not to question me!" As he threw the nearest imp against the wall, the next one chimed in, not quite as eager as before.

"If you will, follow us this way."

The shifter became more disgusted as he saw more of the Netherworld. Even the imps noticed, visibly wincing as they reached the entrance to the throne room. The patterns of blue and black displayed everywhere reflected a man with no taste. This domain seemed to be more of a prison than a palace.

"Is this it?" asked a voice laced with disappointment and repugnance. "No silken tapestries? No throne of gold? No rare and exquisite jewelry? What ruler would consider a pit like this worthy of even his own shadow?" There was no regret as the shifter began to tear apart the room.

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Most of Skyclone's days in the Netherworld had been spent making schemes of revenge against the Wingdom. It was more than just bitterness over his loss of the right of flight that drove him. It was even more than the hatred of his exile. It was more than his stolen birthright, or his humiliation, or his failure. In addition to all he had put up with and all he had suffered, it was his greed and desire for power that ultimately fueled his revenge. He did not just want his enemies to suffer. He wanted them to kneel to him. Attainment of the Skyswirlstone and the crown was always part of his agenda. Today was no different.

Skyclone marched on his way to the throne room just in time to meet up with Snarl. The bandages the imp wore showed the injury he had recently endured, but his face showed the shame that he felt.

"What happened to you?" said the master with a hint of concern that almost sounded genuine.

Snarl began to blab nonsense. "We didn't mean to do what we didn't do!"

What in the world is he talking about, thought Skyclone, as his listened to the ramble. None of what he said made any sense. "…and I sent Jumble to fix your throne room."

"My throne room?!"

Chairs had been thrown across the room. Lights had been torn out of the ceiling. Wallpaper had been shredded off the walls. Nothing was where he had left it. The fury that Skyclone felt was evident on his face. As mad as he had seemed minutes ago over the plainness of his throne room, it was nothing compared to the anger he felt over its destruction. "Who did this?"

"You did…"

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"How easy it is to fool these fools," said a blue figure hidden in the shadows. "And how even easier it will be to deceive all the sky realm."

AN: There you have it! I hope you enjoyed this introductory chapter to 'Dancing 'Till Dawn.' Thanks a ton to AlyssC01 for her revision and her support, and for posting the episode 'The Last Dance' which inspired me. It is one of my favorite episodes and everyone should definently look it and watch it.