Hello Underland fans! And welcome to the third (and final) addition to the Trickster trilogy! I am very pleased that I got this far in the series, but I know that without my dedicated fans, (who stuck with me even when my writing reeeaaallllyyyy sucked,) I never would have been able to finish either fics. This story is for you guys!

-O-

You would think after a break up like the one in The Trickster's Heir would break a person to bits. It did break Lilly, but she managed to pick up the shards of her heart and sew them back together.

However, the shards healed rather crookedly, and she was always missing the one chunk right in the center...

In the three years that have passed since Tam was an ass, our favorite DragonMaster became rather... emotional.

Her parents and bonded dragon, Xerxes, always hung around, making sure she was somewhat happy. Nevertheless, they could never fill that one hole that Tam had savagely ripped out on her birthday.

She has now possessed a colder demeanor, and she is now forever in a slight anger. She refuses to talk about Tam.

This is just a small run through of how our biter little tale has been of late, not part of the story.

So, you're sitting there thinking, "WTH am I reading this?" Well, it's because I would like you to know, 'cause Lilly will be different, I wouldn't want to shock you, now would I?

Eh, onto the real chapter!

-O-

Straw flew everywhere as Lilly struck the bag with her foot. The sack still wasn't empty, but she was still angry.

She dodged in, landed several fast blows as the straw scattered and caught in her hair. But she was in a rage; a very bad one.

Lilly growled and let a small yell out when she kicked the punching bag off the hook on the ceiling. Straw floated down lazily, landing on the floor soundlessly.

'Lilly, are you sure this is... healthy?' Xerxes, the giant blue dragon, rumbled from his bed.

"Xerxes, if it makes me less angry, it's healthy- for you guys, not myself," she grunted, getting down on her hands and knees to pick up the springy stalks.

'If you say so...' the dragon drawled.

"I do say so," Lilly snapped.

Xerxes rolled his eyes. He was used to this.

-O-

Elsewhere in the world, Tam was currently wandering through a birch forest. The white trunks stretched up like giant skeleton hands. What made it worse, was that it was the middle of winter. How

Tam loved winter. If you can't tell, that was sarcasm in it's most extreme form, snark-asm.

He had been living in the Overland for the last three years. The last three years had given him a lot of time to think on his past. A LOT of time. Quite honestly, he had no idea why he truly left, it was just a rushed action in his opinion. Stupid quick-paced author.

Another flake landed on his nose. But it wasn't snowing; however, there was wind. Tam glanced up like a startled deer, and gave a yelp as a cascade of snow fell from a tree like a white waterfall. It thudded and whumped around him, then settled, leaving powdery crystals stuck all over him, even down his collar.

He let out a sigh, and shook himself like a dog. It helped slightly. He hated snow. He hated it to the extent where he didn't even have words to describe his hatred...

There wasn't any snow in the Underland, though.

Tam closed his eyes, but snapped them open when the image of her flashed in his mind. He didn't want to think about it. Ever. That was a mistake he had made, and now he was dealing with the repercussions.

But it was so damn painful to deal with alone.

The wind picked up, swirling delicate flakes around his head in a flurry, then whisked them away to play in the air.

Tam looked around his surroundings. He was on the edge of a forest, out before him was a vast plain, sparkling with snow and ice as the mid-day sun hit it, creating tiny little rainbows in the frosty air. It was breathtaking... or would have been, if he hadn't been freezing his ass off.

-O-

It was another long boring dinner back in Regalia. Very long and boring. It was almost as bad as having to sit through a school lesson.

Several people were scattered around the table, Lily's parents had very official seats at the head of the long stone slab, while Lilly was a few spots down. Ayla was visiting in her spirit form today, along with Zeva, who was a nibbler. Ayla had explained it took too much energy to turn into their real forms when visiting the living land, but it was easier to change to something else. Or, really, that was the dumbed down version.

Lilly frowned a little more, and dragged her spoon through the stew before her. She had been in a foul mood all day- very snappish. No one had really talked to her, except for Xerxes, and even he had found her unpleasant. But that was the way she was now. Some might call it teen angst, but when you lived in a giant cave, constantly waiting for the enemy to strike...

"Ya know, Lil, it'd do you a whole lotta good to not snap your spoon in half," Ayla smirked from her left.

Lilly blinked, and gazed down at said utensil. She had it in a death grip. She released it, and stretched her stiff fingers slowly, one by one.

"Thanks for the advice," she grunted. Yes, she was still a little pissy to Ayla, when she was in a bad mood, like now.

"Anytime," Ayla gave her a bright little smile, the kind you'd just love to rip off and smash it on the ground, "Soooo... how's things?"

Lilly gave her a deadpan expression, "How do ya think?"

"Geez," Ayla muttered. "You don't need to be so... angry."

"I'm not angry!" Lilly hissed back.

This hiss drew much attention, for it had been in a dead space of conversation. Heads turned, and the clinking of silverware stopped. Lilly gave a small huff, and glared around the table, "What're you folks eyeballing' me for? Don't you have better things to stare at?" she grumbled.

There was an audible gasp from several of the nobles and higher ups. Luxa was casting her a cool angry, 'I'm so going to ground you when this is over,' look, and Gregor had given himself a Star Trek face-palm, and Ripred was currently trying not to suffocate on his food from laughter. And you know what the worse part was? They were still staring.

Lilly gave a loud sigh, slunk out of her chair, and booted out the door without being excused.

She climbed to the ducts, and snaked her way to the balcony, letting a shrill whistle out before leaping from the marble ledge.

Xerxes swooped low, and caught her gently, then looped away into the darkness of the outskirts of Regalia.

'Dinner was that bad, then?' he rumbled.

"Horrible. Ayla was, well being Ayla," Lilly began.

'So she was being normal,' Xerxes translated.

"People started staring at me for no reason whatsoever!"

'You were rude to someone, and made them do silly gasps.'

"And Mom looked like she was going to kill me! Dad was just embarrassed, and Ripred was choking on his shrimp in cream sauce."

'So, you were in a bad mood, and you just pissed in your nest,' Xerxes concluded his translation with a snort.

"That's not funny!" Lilly snapped.

'Oh, but of course it is! It's like you're speaking a foreign language, and I understand you, clear as day. That's just how well I know you,' Xerxes shrugged his massive shoulders.

"Hmph, whatever."

-O-

Ending on a rather abrupt note there, I know. What do you expect? On another thought, sorry it took a while to post (you're thinking, 'what? You just finished TTH yesterday') my computer was spazzing on me, and Open Office was freaking out, sooo, yeah.