Authors Note: All right, here's part two for you all. Thanks for the hits and reviews I've received so far, they are very much appreciated. I tried to proof read this one a bit more carefully but if you do find a mistake please feel free to point it out in a review and I'll gladly fix it. Also, please let me know how I'm doing on characters, meaning how you think I do in portraying the characters in their original form. I've taken some liberties in putting them in bad positions for the humor of it (later on) but for the most part I'm trying to keep them the way they were. After all, that's how I fell in love with them! Thanks for reading and enjoy!

The rest of the journey went on relatively well after that. Though Glitch pestered Cain for a pit stop and Cain responded with an offer for some permanent rest, the two still managed to reach their destination without killing each other or losing their sanity.

"All right, we're here. Now keep your eyes open, the Eastern Guild Fighters are not to be taken lightly…" Cain began in a hushed tone as he walked slowly along the leave scattered ground, his eyes sharp and alert as he looked for signs of movement.

Glitch let out a small snicker at the unintended pun, causing Cain to turn around and give him the same stern look he'd given him for talking about rhythm and soul. Glitch's smile dropped as he looked back at Cain's hard expression.

"You know Cain, you could have a sense of humor every once in a while," he said, but Cain didn't look very amused.

From up high upon one of the tree bridges that wove across the canopy of the forest, two Guild Fighters looked down with all seriousness on the pair of misfits.

"Azkadelia has sent more spies," one noted to the other.

"Then we shall attack, from the skies," The other concluded.

Now deep within the forest, Cain was beginning to loose his sense of direction. Though he was sure Glitch would be utterly unhelpful, he posed the question anyways.

"Glitch, do you remember any of this?" he asked, looking over to where Glitch was curiously observing his surroundings.

"Glitch!" Cain called in a rather loud whisper.

"Oh…hello….did I miss something?" Glitch asked, wandering back over.

"Does this look familiar at all?" he repeated.

"Oh well of course! I remember last time I came wondering through here I was on my way to…" After a long pause, Glitch brushed off the forgotten memory and continued on.

"Well I was just passing through when those little savages sprang up around me! Nasty little men they are, with horrible poetry might I add, and they just tied me up without even giving me a fair trial! Such injustice. The queen would have never allowed for it…." Glitch told Cain, who wasn't very sympathetic.

"Right, but do you remember this place? Anything familiar? Where did they attack from?" he asked, all business as usual.

"Oh well that easy, they came up from the ground," he said, trying to use Cain's condescending tone of voice, but failing miserably.

"Or was it from the sky…" he said, having second thoughts.

"Forget it, Glitch. Just be alert," he said, continuing at his slow pace, glancing both up and down in anticipation.

Glitch was now feeling a bit upset, having failed to remember anything about the Guild Fighters. After all, that was what he was here for.

"Come on…think…think…let's see…there was some trees….and then….Oh! Some leaves…yes…oh these ones look familiar! We must be close to where I was….hmm…and there was that thing….oh what was it!" Glitch raked both hands through his disheveled, curly hair as he tried to grasp the fading memory.

Then something shiny caught his eye.

"Ha! That was it! Cain! I found it!" Glitch yelled in triumph, forgetting that they were supposed to be keeping quiet.

Cain looked over to Glitch who was running over to….something.

"Found what? Glitch, hold it." Cain said, but it was no use, Glitch had found something and wasn't waiting for anyone. Cain hurriedly ran after the ex-inventor, wondering if maybe the headcase really did remember something. He did have his moments after all.

When Cain caught up, he found Glitch staring at something shimmering on one of the large tree trunks. Upon closer look he found it to be a mirror, or something close to it. It was circular and though it resembled a mirror, it didn't seem to be solid and it wavered in the thin light trickling down from the canopy above.

"Oh dear….this is horrible!" Glitch exclaimed. Cain barely had the chance to become worried before Glitch continued on.

"When we get back to the castle I need to get a good haircut. Oh dear this coat is quite ripped up…and is my zipper tarnishing?" Glitch continued to examine himself in the mirror, coming across more and more awful revelations about himself.

"All right pretty boy, go fix your hair somewhere else, we have more important things to do," he said, dragging Glitch away from the mirror, but he paused. Looking back at the gleaming object, he scrutinized it for mere seconds before realizing what it was.

"Come on let's go," he said, urgency in his voice as he pushed Glitch forward to prompt some movement out of the confused man.

"Wait, what? Why are we running? I thought I told you already, I'm an inventor, not a runner!"

"Well you better learn to be. That wasn't any regular mirror back there; that was spying glass. If you don't move it those Guild Fighters will have us corned and trapped before we even get a chance to give them this letter," Cain said, turning right as he heard the soft rustle of tree branches around them.

"Spying glass! So they saw my horrible hair as well? This is almost as bad as the time we saw that wanted poster…" Glitch lamented, only to be answered by another shove in the back by Cain, who was a much faster, and much more coordinated runner than he was.

Once they were well away from the spy glass and in what Cain thought to be a safer location, he stopped, trying to regain his senses again. Glitch didn't realize they were stopping and promptly ran into Cain's back.

"Ow! Watch it Cain. You can't just go stopping suddenly like that, you can't just go stopping suddenly like that," he complained, twice.

Cain turned around, hand over the bruise that was forming on the back of his head, and tried to keep that good fatherly side of him from becoming an abusive father.

"Look, your just going to get in the way. Go wait for me back on the Old Road and I'll come back when I'm done talking with the Guild Fighters." He explained, but Glitch didn't like this idea very much.

"Ha, well I'd gladly avoid another pass with these midgets but you've gotten us too lost for me to get back. And plus, I can be helpful; I did save your life after all. You know Cain, this is just that Boy Scout syndrome of yours acting up again. Judging by your constant need to show your masculinity, I'd say you have a severe case…maybe even degree five. I know some good people who could get you the psychiatric help you need….or knew…" Glitch trailed off, again, cocking his head to the side as he searched his half a brain for the rest of his sentence.

Cain was near fuming, though he tried not to show it. He was about to respond when he suddenly realized they weren't alone. All around them small men clad in animal skins, colorful feathers, and war paint were pointing their varied spears, axes, and arrows at the intruders. Surrounded, Cain and Glitch stood back to back, taking into account just how outnumbered they were.