Hey guys! Here's another addition to the story, hope you like it! By the way, italics and underlines mean It's what Fang's thinking. No, Max can't hear it.

Chapter Summary: What's really in Fang's mind? Is Max aware? And is Aragoth already starting their takeover?

Max's POV

God, it's boring after being flown for forty five minutes in a way uncomfortable position, being carried by a person I can barely remember at all. I was still having my back to his chest, so going to sleep wasn't a good idea. Go to sleep, Max…

"We both well know you're bored, Max." He said, looking straight ahead. I should know; his chin's been on my head for fifteen minutes straight. "Why not sleep? After all, I'm going to be doing all the work from now on." Not.

"What do you mean by that?" I said icily. If only she knew….

"After all, the princess of the story has to be spoiled right?" It's fun teasing her…

"I will be flying at some point." I replied. See what I mean? He just loves to make me mad.

"Not while I'm around." He- I think- smirked.

I dropped it. I wasn't going to keep this up, for I'd probably only get madder, right?

So, after yet another fifteen minutes, Fang shifted me so I was being held with his arms under my knees and on the top-part of my back. I think it was called bridal-style? I don't know. I should say, it was comfortable, if only I had time to sleep.

"Four o'clock!" I heard Sheva call out, and looked as rocks were aimed straight for-you guessed it- Fang and me. I tried to wiggle off so I could fly, but Fang only tightened his grasp and started swerving in a zigzag. Rocks were shooting up here and there, and the others were barely making it, flying higher up. We were still grazing the treetops.

"God dammit, Fang! Let me go!" I growled, attempting to wiggle out again. Did you guys guess what happened? Nu-uh. I need you for the Diamond.

He tightened his hold even more. I can't breathe all too much now!

"Not gonna happen, Maxy." He said, and flipped us so I was laying down on him and he was flying upside down. "See the sky? It's pretty this time of day." He murmured.

"Stop trying to change the subject!" I said, wiggling again. "I don't care about the damn sky right now! I need to get back to the others and figure out what's going on!"

He sighed, I guess in defeat. "Can't win over a princess, matter-of-fact. But maybe a prince would overthrow that." He murmured. "Prince Fang… what a terrible ring to it." He laughed.

But he did resume is normal position and let me on top of Sheva. She was looking at the trees, looking for the attackers. This place was unclaimed, for the disputes over this area haven't ever stopped. They were probably trying to take the land in secret and thought we were trying to get territory. Ha.

"We are one of many!" A voice rang out. Soon others joined the rant. Moles? Sounded like it. I started cracking up. (Remember the summary wit the underground baddies? It's not all moles, though)

"What s it, Max?" said Sheva, concern etched into her bird features.

"They're-laugh- moles!" I exclaimed. Sheva and Fang, along with everyone else, started cawing or laughing, some of them saying to others things like "Ha! Moles!" or "Pathetic!"

Fang and I were the first to stop, and I jumped off of Sheva (which surprisingly didn't lose balance in her laughing fit) and started on our way to the next drop site- seven miles ahead.

"Dammit…" I heard Fang mutter. "I wanted to have a punch or two…" I rolled my eyes. Even hybrids are all aggressive. I'll have to make sure she thinks I'm all smiles and jokes for now.

Within ten minutes we have flown only one mile of the seven, mainly because somebody kept freaking stopping me. Fang was trying to get me to land into a clearing up ahead for a break, which was unnecessary, and play a game or two. This is so out of character. Just a little longer, I think. I need time to think of my next move.

"Fang?" I asked, twitching a bit. He was trying to drag me down again. Surprisingly he didn't just hug me or whatever and went. He looked at me, stopping. Great.

"Yep?" He asked, popping the p. Oh god. What's wrong with me?

"Are you a good leader, or a freaking procrastinator!?" I said. He just snickered.

"Can't I be both?"

"We have a job to do." I said sternly. Yep, and mine is to use you.

"Alright, alright." He said, shrugging his shoulders. I sighed and went back up and on track. The sun was going to set in, about…. Two hours.

(Two hours)

Don't you just love it when you're exactly right sometimes? Like when you say someone will crash into a window and you point at it and someone does at that very same time. The sky is a purple hue now, and we're all waiting for Fang to start the fire. He wasn't doing it right, but he kept muttering "I can to do this" over and over. So I stopped and watched, amused. Why do I have to act like an idiot?

After another two minutes, my stomach grumbled. "God dangit, Fang!" I said, and took up a bunch of sticks and stones, making a fire in a fraction of the time I waited. I could tell Fang was mad. Just fake it, Fang. You'll get your prize soon enough.

I finally got the meat cooked (The hunting party returned half an hour ago) and started eating, finallt filling my stomach. I finished quickly though, and stood up.

"I'm going to the creek." I said, pointing to the direction I saw one at earlier. "Be back soon." Should I go? Nah…

Everyone nodded, and I started my two minute walk over to it. The forest wasn't that dark, thanks to super vision (no, I can't see through things). I went over to the water and hovered above it. I cupped my hands together and dipped it in the cold creek, letting the chill run though me before lifting them and drinking.

I was done soon, and as I turned to make my leave, something caught my wing.

Not a branch, though, a rogue.

"Wait a sec, bud. I'm starving, you look tasty, and I'm too lazy to catch the big'ens."

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Uh oh!

Anyways, hope you enjoy it.

FR