DISCLAIMER: This is from a fan to fans. Of course, my bad, I don't own Dungeons and dragons cartoon, don't own D&D tabletop rpg, don't own Forgotten Realms or even some pc game based in that like Baldur's Gate or Neverwinter nights. I would like it but isn't the case, this is for no profit, only a little story based with D&DC characters and based in Forgotten Realms with the base of the rpg. If you miss something about the cartoon or the FR, don't ask me to include it. If you want something changed (the guys younger, from the 80's again, the Big Spooky One as Venger's master…), don't ask me to include them. Remember, is my story…
Note: I made the kids more from this era than from the 80's but more for the sake of pop culture references than for another reason.
Note 2: Also, this is my very first attempt to create a story in English only. My mother's tongue is Spanish, so patient with mistakes and gramma.
Chapter 2
You'll see me again
In the thunder and rain
I come crawlin' , I come crawlin'
I've got eyes everywhere
From the shadows I stare
At you darling, my darling
Not the nicest guy – Lordi
They started their travel through the Great Sand Sea, also called Anauroch, almost two weeks ago. Their stay in the desert was not pleasant at all, specially because they were busy trying to defend a little nomad community from the evil army of Shade Princess, the ruler of the strange floating city of Thultanthar.
Eric was saying all the time that the most difficult task was learned the names of those places.
In any case, contrary to what Dungeon Master suggested, there was no way home in Thultanthar, not a portal, not a way, not a spell and not even a clue. That was another time, like many others, but they were beginning to feel as if they were reaching the limits. Of course, they couldn't say their guide in the Realm was cheating them, mostly because he never spoke clearly but the sensation of being fools was growing up over the years. In certain way they were like gunpowder, only needed a spark, and the Hell would be served.
But… it wasn't that time. They, like always, cried a little in silent after seeing their hopes broken again and continue the travel with a new direction and a new riddle in their minds.
"When things start to get difficult and everything seems a lie, hold fast to the one whom you may know more" that was the riddle the little man gave them.
Only the riddle. Dungeon Master always provided a little explanation in the past, something about the things that were going to happen, but that time…
'Nothing!' shouted the Cavalier suddenly.
'Oh, man… not again' said Diana.
'Yeah, Yeah… again. I mean… C'mon, guys, this is strange in the little guy's style'.
'This is rare… 'said the Ranger.
'Thanks, man '
'But I still think that was DM' Eric stopped immediately to smile.
'Me too, Eric, so give it up' said Presto using his hat to attract some fresh air.
'You can't be sure…' he knew that war was lost, but he could die fighting.
'We are' said Diana.
'No, you maybe… but not I' he started the debate for third time 'Our white hair Yoda has some habits and a formula… yeah, yeah, formula. When he is going to risk OUR lives, he use this: Young pupils, insert bad guy name is taking over insert some unpronounceable place and if you go maybe there will a way to go to your home world. Go for there, and there and there and, remember insert stupid riddle that only make sense when the time is right. The formula only changes a bit when is One-horned guy the bad guy. That's all… This time is nothing like that. This time is like: Go for this road and screw you up!'
'Eric!' Sheila left her thoughts to cover Bobby's ears with her hands 'Don't speak like that in front of my brother!'
'Besides, I don't believe he knows the meaning of that word… not at all, if you know what I mean' Diana hit him with the elbow, that made Eric laugh a bit.
'Well, Eric, I'm with you about that this is strange, but could be worse' the ranger was just shrugged.
'Yeah? In what form?' asked the cavalier.
'He could not giving us a riddle at all'
'That would have been stranger' said Presto, nodding.
'Are you ok, sis?' asked the barbarian when he could manage to escaped from the hands of his sister.
Sheila was thinking again. She couldn't get out of her head the idea of what strange seemed the silent of the Dungeon Master. She believed that he was concerned about something but she wasn't brave enough to ask him or to discuss it with her friends. No, she remained silent, as always and now her head was screaming with theories and ideas.
And it was that chill before… She knew what it meant, she knew it. Every time since a couple of months, when they were near to a danger, to something evil, she chilled like that. It was the sensation of being touched by something really cold and unpleasant, like in the ghost stories… But that wasn't a story, she recognized the sensation… But she didn't want the laughs of her friends, so she was keeping that in secret since the first time she confirmed how was it.
And she had to recalled herself that one wasn't the only secret she wasn't sharing with the gang…
'Yes, I'm fine, Bobby' she smiled softly 'I was thinking in DM'.
'Don't worry for Mr. Big Mouth words, Sheila' advised her the acrobat. 'There is nothing to worry about.'
The roar. For Sheila's speculation it was taking a long time to appear but there was it.
The sands moved around them like an earthquake and from below began to show up a huge large body covered with purple scales. The enormous beast started to be clearer according it went out of the sand but that doesn't reassured them more, on the contrary, they were getting more nervous as more they saw about the monster.
'Prepare to fight!' yelled Hank raising his bow and starting to shoot a burst of fire arrows.
'A purple worm?' cried the Shadow Demon, seeing the scene where they couldn't possible see him or the arch-mage. 'Master! I think you have exaggerated this time!'
Venger denied with the head, showing a worry face.
'I think my invocation has gone out of line…' he sighed. 'No matter… This will be an extreme training to have my swordsmanship out of retirement'.
The Shadow saw his master's eyes and could recognize the warrior spark in them. He was excited, not only ready to fight but wanting that so badly… The eyes of the Shadow Demon went to the huge purple worm again.
'Good luck, master' he whispered.
'I do not need it' said the mage, who was started to run to the beast drawing the sword in the process.
'For him this is just funny…' said the shadow, unbelieving what he was seeing.
The monster had begun to attack them with cruelty, trying to eat them alive.
The first who was attacked was Diana, but her natural agility once again saved her life. She jumped on top of the worm, trying to keep in balance but the movements of the creature were so violent that little was took for her to going into the sand, only in the last moment she could manage to be able to turn on the air and fall more or less upright.
Then the beast turned its attention to Eric, who was behind his shield, watching everything carefully. Sure, he was scared to death, as always, but with the practice that could only provide the years of dangers and monsters, he developed time ago some battle sense or ability to analyze a fight and even when the worm didn't move its head, he knew he would be next in line to be attacked. He lifted his shield just in time to receive the tail stinger, the attack making him to go back a few steps.
'I can't stand another strike like this!' he yelled at the ranger.
'I thought your magic shield could stop anything' mocked the acrobat while trying to hit the worm with her javelin.
'The shield can, but I have my limits, sister!' he was trying to avoid another attack 'Another hit and I'll go to home not using a damn portal at all!'
Then the purple worm, surprisingly, made a fast move, too fast for being from so huge beast. Sheila was avoiding the attacks, being secure over the invisibility cloak when she saw the movement of the creature.
'BOBBY, LOOK OUT!' she yelled at her little brother but it seemed that it was too late.
The gigantic worm opened wide its mouth and went fast to the ground, were the young barbarian was trying to put his unicorn pet away from danger. He couldn't even scream seeing the terrible mouth of the worm, when suddenly the boy felt a strong push by one side that made him fall to the sand. When he looked back to see who had pushed him, he didn't see Hank or another of the gang like he hoped but another person who the position of the suns and the shade of the worm don't let him to see who was clearly.
'Run, boy!' he, because that voice was undoubtedly from a guy, was holding the mouth of the beast with a big sword, using the weapon to prevent the maw from closing.
The barbarian was slow to react but when he could, with the help of his sister taking him from the shoulders, he ran near the ranger only to see better the man who saved his life.
He was a man, but a big one, over the seven, maybe eight feet high, with a long black hair that came loose to the waist and with two big black wings in this back coming from the thick hair. His skin was pale, almost white but with some reflex in blue and his eyes were red blood.
'Who is that guy?' asked the barbarian.
'Dunno, but he's helping us' said back the ranger while he was still firing the arrows.
In that moment the purple worm pushed a little harder and the swordsman couldn't contain it much longer. With an elegant gesture, he took the sword only for the grip, while moments ago he was holding the monster thanks to have the other hand in the blade, and let the beast to move forward. The result was the worm eating sand while Venger took the sword upside down and hit it backward, introducing the weapon on the head of the beast. The being roared and the arch-mage smile satisfied, taking hard the grip of his sword when the worm lifted its head, raising him in the air with the move to be still up later, using Venger the sword like a support to maintain the balance.
'HIT IT FROM BELOW!' he yelled at the ranger 'ITS WEAKEST POINT IS IN THE UNDERBELLY!'
He didn't have to repeat it twice and Hank started to use the less purple and more yellow coloration of the beast's underbelly like a target and Diana was trying to make the same, using her javelin like a spear.
Presto, in the other hand, was trying to conjure something to aid his friends but with that tense situation and Eric yelling at him, was difficult to concentrate… and the result were a fan, a complete set of Pirates' toys, a water-gun with no water and a copy of Counter Strike Source for pc.
'Presto, you're a moron like a magician!' shouted the cavalier.
'I can't concentrate in this situation!' he apologized.
'You can't cast a spell even with Sesame Street lessons!'
Sheila was about to yell Eric to leave alone Presto when she saw the worm too much close to her, she screamed in respond.
'Sorry, beautiful' whispered Venger to the worm while extracting the sword from the flesh of the beast 'But you must to die…'
He nailed the sword again but this time the cold steel entered in the eye of the monster like if was going through hot butter. The mage put one foot on the pommel of his weapon and jumped, provoking with that gesture that the sword enter more into the head of the purple worm, making a massive damage to its brain. In the same moment the mage landed gracefully, the monster stopped to roar and with a final move, fell in the sand, dead.
Venger then sighed relieved, thinking it wasn't all that bad, specially taking the lot of time that he had not wield a sword or do an acrobatic move. Then he looked at the bunch of kids and smiled softly.
'Leves, erthurir!' he said with sympathy in that strange language for them 'Are you all right? Is anybody hurt?'
'No, we're all ok, thanks to you' said the ranger.
'Oh, there is no need to thank me, it was my pleasure to help if I could' he started to go to the dead worm to recuperate his sword. 'I am just glad if I arrived in time'
'More than in time, man' said the barbarian with his trademark enthusiasm. 'And that way of fight… Wow, that was classic!'
'Anyway, thanks' said Diana smiling and putting in the right place her tiara. 'But we don't know your name…'
'Frederick… Frederick de Vegalia, is a real pleasure to meet you all' he bows and was so elegant in the manners that someone could imagine him standing in royal courts around the Realm, and not like a servant, but a ruler, a king or something like that.
In the shadows, the Shadow Demon was looking to his master with the eyes wide open… He was telling them his real name! Or almost part of it. Somehow it was a good idea, if he had to say his name to the elves and they had something to detect lies, they wouldn't see a lie at all.
'Well, Fred, old buddy' Eric was smiling, not at all about being helped, but to have someone who will fight for him 'Thanks for the help'
'If you do not mind, I prefer being call Frederick' his smile was trying to apologize for himself. 'I do not like at all nicknames'
'Don't mind the cavalier, Frederick' said Diana. 'He's always that stupid'
Eric was looking bad to the acrobat when the thief come close to the group. She was feeling nervous and didn't know why and was difficult for her to approach to the stranger… And that was funny, 'cause she doesn't feel him like a stranger.
'Thanks for rescuing my brother, Frederick' she was looking at the sand but she made an effort to look up and look into his eyes. 'Are you a paladin?'
She asked and that surprised the mage. He did not think they knew what a paladin was… well, they met Strongheart and Dekion but there was a different thing met a paladin and recognize one in simple view.
'What make you think that, my lady?' he asked, openly curious.
'The symbol' she pointed Tyr's insignia. 'I saw that in a temple a month ago and some cavaliers were wearing that and I heard about they were paladins so…'
Venger smiled softly and nodded.
'I was a paladin, once… But not anymore, not for the order, almost' he started to caress his neck, playing be nervous. 'But now I am not more than a simple warrior. That is all'
'They kicked you out?' asked the little barbarian, interested more a more in the strange Frederick.
'Bobby!' Sheila chided him 'Don't be so rude! I apologize for my brother'
'Do not worry, young lady' He seemed so nice… 'Kick me out… I guess you are speaking about if they casted me away. In fact, they did… But some bad habits like wearing the sacred symbol are difficult to avoid'.
He took his sword, extracting it from the monster's flesh with a single hit and he waited a bit to the magic of the sword would effect and in seconds the blood in the blade started to vanish, like if the sword was drinking it.
'Autoclean! I call that a real magic weapon!' said the cavalier.
Venger then made an elegant gesture to save the sword in the scabbard and looked at the gang with a worry grim.
'Are you lost from one of the caravans?' he asked. 'I could help you to find your parents…'
'Ha! That will take a long trip, buddy' said Eric.
'No, we're not lost from a caravan. We were traveling through the desert' responded Hank.
Venger opened his eyes like if that was a big surprise.
'Oh, for the hammer of Tyr… That is too much dangerous!' he looked at all of them. 'You are just children… This place is tough, even for experienced adventurers. What are you crossing the Anauroch?'
'That's like the joke about the chicken and the road…' said Presto.
'This is complicated…' Hank admitted. 'But we want to reach the other side'
'Dungeon Master told us so…' said Bobby, shrugging.
Venger looked really amazed, like he was seeing a miracle… He was a good actor, nobody could say another thing.
'So you are…' he said 'You are Dungeon Master's emissaries.'
'Emi-what?' asked Bobby.
'He's saying we are DM's delivery boys' Eric clarified.
'Oh, I meant not to offend you, because this is such a great honor but… you are just children' he seemed concerned. 'When I heard about you, I expected someone… older. Your feats and skills are legendary but even when I heard the words 'young ones' associated with you, I never expected something like this… Someone so young…'
'Don't worry, we're stronger than we look' said Bobby, overconfident about his own skills.
'I do not have a doubt about that… I heard about you fighting hordes of menacing orcs, dragons, evil mages and witches and…'
'And don't forget about One-horned guy…' said Bobby, really proud.
'One-horned… You are meaning the Dark Lord, Venger' Outside Venger aka Frederick looked concerned but inside he was really amused… Even speaking about him they did not realize who he was. 'That is a plus, he is not someone to take lightly. I never battled him before but I heard he is insane powerful'.
'Yeah, the key word is insane' said the barbarian.
'If you do not mind, it will be my great pleasure travel with you' he bowed before them. 'At least until we leave the desert'.
The all looked at the warrior and laugher seeing his formalisms. He looked concerned but they stop laughing.
'Don't need to be so polite… You're welcome' said Diana.
'You're worry about us, aren't you?' Bobby was looked Venger with some complicity.
'Well…' he smiled. 'It is hard for me to understand why some being of the Absolute Good like Dungeon Master could let younglings into such number of threats and dangers'.
'Yeah, buddy, for us too' said Eric.
'We have our magic weapons, so we aren't helpless and now we have some practice' Hank smiled confident. 'We, right now, could kick Venger's butt without sweat'.
All was smiling, even Venger, but inside he had to recall himself about what he was doing… He had to control his temper not to break the masquerade, break the Ranger's face, one and every one of the bones of those pester children's bodies and not necessary in that order. But there was something that helped him to control his emotions: The Thief. She wasn't laughing or smiling, she was quiet, serious… and she looked worry.
'There is something bothering you, my lady?' he asked softly, going a little towards her.
'No, there is nothing' she said, looking at his face only for a few seconds… Somehow, she felt that those red eyes could burn her into ashes. 'But I guess that we should not make that kind of jokes'.
'Sheila is scared of Venger…' sang her brother.
'I'm not scared!' she said, angry. 'And less of Venger… But ignore the danger is acting like a child.'
And she started to walk, waiting for nobody.
Presto was trying to return the things to the hat when he saw the gang moving again following Sheila, who was far ahead. Venger was hurry too, trying to catch the thief.
'Young lady' he called. 'I think I must to apologize. I guess my speech provoked your reaction, I am so sorry. I did not want to mean that you and your comrades were unworthy of the honor of being Dungeon Master's pupils for your age… And I did not want to call you immature or something like that, I am feeling that I was misunderstood and I am sorry. It was only a surprising thing'.
'Isn't your fault, Frederick' she said, but she didn't smile or even saw to the former paladin. 'Are those… jerks… They are always acting like if nothing was happening and as if we could take care of all and that isn't case. I don't bother to call Venger "Asshole!" seeing directly to his tinny whinny little nose, not in the middle of a battle or so but we're always pushing him and pushing him, these days with no care at all. And I have the bad feeling that we will regret of that'.
He smiled, satisfied not only 'cause she was showing him some respect… in her way… but about her way of feel and thinking.
'I think you are too much mature than you look, young lady' he said, softly.
She smiled and couldn't avoid blushing strongly. The hot in her cheeks alerted her about that and she stared to walk more slowly and seeing the sand in her feet.
'Well… Thank you… And the name is Sheila'
'Sheila… Beautiful name for such a young strong warrior' he smiled, full of his natural charm. 'And is not a common name... Are you from Maztika or Kara-Tur?'
'I don't even know those places… We're from a different world' she didn't know why, but she was feeling nervous and in some sort stupid.
'For another plane? Oh, that is interesting' but he seemed not be worry about their origin. 'I myself traveled to another planes, a few… It was really dangerous. Even Sigil, the nexus between planes, was really a challenge'.
'You… You can open portals?' asked Presto with an amazed look.
'I can' he said smiling. 'But only to Sigil. Attempting to open portals to other worlds without passing through Sigil is almost impossible. And Sigil is not a recommended place… is not secure, not even for native beings'.
'But that isn't the power of a paladin…' She thought aloud 'Am I mistaken?'
Venger denied with his head, while smiling broadly.
'That is a power that only magicians or wizards could perform'
'Are you a mage? Too?' It seems the barbarian was ever more excited about Frederick than before.
'I am a mage, yes… I am a warrior mage or mage warrior, I am not sure what comes first'
'Wow… you must be some kickass guy! I saw you…' the barbarian started move like if he was fighting with a sword. 'And that was not magic! Wasn't, yes?'
'No, young one, that was with no magic at all. I do not use magic if I do not see a true necessity' He was aware that he was gaining the admiration of the boy and in his mind that made him laugh hard… It'll be a pity when the bubble explodes with his revelation. 'In fact, it was my magic affinity and the rejection of stop use it the thing that provoked my fallen into the order… Well, I will be sincere with you, was not only that. But that was a strong motive too'.
'Those guys are jerks!' said Bobby angry. 'A paladin with magic is double-trouble for bad guys!'
'I see that you and I share some point of view, young one. But rules are rules and I could not avoid them like if I was special. They are there for every man or woman who wants to enter and stay in the order. And the majority of Paladin's orders have pretty the same rules' he looked relaxed but disappointed.
'What rules are that?' asked the ranger, really curious.
'You must follow the precepts of your God or Goddess' quoted he direct from his own memories. 'You have to battle the heart of Evil where it was. You must got a life of humility and continue redemption. You must vow to a life of servitude, to a life of kindness. You have no proud, you have no needs beyond your duty and your God or Goddess. You will fight with the tools provided by your deity, you will need nothing more' he sighed. 'That is the basic of every paladin… then every religion make its own points and commands'.
'And for that they kicked you out?' asked the barbarian.
'Yes. When you break a rule, you have a consequence, when you break a couple, you got expelled. That is my case' he shrugged his shoulders. 'But the matter about the magic had no sense at all: is part of my most basic nature. It is like having a tail and try not to move it'.
'You most basic nature?' repeated the wizard.
'What are you?' asked Bobby.
'I am half-dragon' affirmed the mage. 'And in my nature magic is like breathe, it is impossible to avoid'.
'You don't look too much like a dragon for me…' said the barbarian seeing critically to Venger.
'Bobby…' called his sister.
'No, I do not. My skin, time ago, was scarlet red but Time changes people, some times in ways more visible than others. So, let's say my body, in the same way of my mind, is the result of my life'.
'But… ' for some reason, Sheila was seeing Venger with a really concerned face. 'What could be so hard, so… horrible to change your own skin?'
He smiled gently.
'Miss Sheila, who told you that was something that bad?' he nodded… she had some serious empathic powers. 'Yes, it was. I was buried by… a really wicked and evil sorcerer, a demon with the face of someone nice and pleasant. I was years underground, alone, lost in the dark, in a tomb no bigger than a few meters. I had no light, not a candle… I could survive thanks to my nature and my magic. But when I was rescued, I had this aspect, this… pale decrepit appearance. I lost the color of my skin and I could recover my body form but not my face, it is still in the bones'.
They all looked Venger with a puzzled expression as comprehensive one.
'Who in the Realm could do you that?' asked Diana, coming close to the mage to finish to put a hand in his arm.
'Venger?' asked Bobby, feeling really sick and angry.
'No… Like I told you, young one, it was someone I trust… I could trust him my life like I did… And that trust was paid in suffering' he looked to the acrobat and took her hand softly… and she could say that touch had something… attractant. 'Do not worry, it was time ago. Sometimes I feel I could forget all about that, but experience changes us. I am not so confident than in the past. It is inevitable'.
'That's horrible!' said Sheila.
'Like I said, is something in the past. That cannot hurt me anymore' he smiled.
'That's a good policy' said the ranger. 'What happened to that mage?'
'He is out there' he said, not worry at all. 'He is making the same to others, using and manipulating them like he did to me. And when the time comes to him to not find any use in them, he will send them to certain death. It is an endless cycle'.
'And… you can't do anything?' asked the acrobat.
'The Fallen Paladin's word, sadly, is worth nothing' he said, with a depressing face. 'I only can see the events and be ready to help. It is less than I want to do, but is something'.
'Maybe we can do something…' suggested Hank.
'Oh, no, c'mon… We aren't the Salvation Army or the Fifth Legion…' Eric started to complain. 'Don't take me wrong, Freddy…'
'Frederick, please…'
'…You're so cool and all, but if I had wanted to help everyone, I had begun a career as a nun' he finished.
'Eric, if we can help, is our duty…' tried to reply Diana.
'Duty? Who asked for that self-called duty?' he replied back. 'My damn duty is return to home, see all the movies I lost while being here, enjoy my life and being only afraid when my mom starts to speak about lawyers'.
All the gang was seeing Eric with contempt and disrepute but the former paladin step forward and raised his hands urging for calm.
'Eric… Is it Eric the name?' the cavalier nodded, looking strange to Venger. 'Eric is right'.
'Am I?' he asked back.
It was not only the cavalier the surprised one, all of them looked to the face of the warrior questioning him with their looks.
'Maybe you are all honored right now for the service you are giving to the Dungeon Master, but you are all children and I guess you are looking for your way to your home-plane' more or less, all nodded. 'If you do not want to stay here, your first priority is finding that way. The thing I wanted to say is that the mage I told you before is my issue, my responsibility. My task, in some way… You do not need to get involved and is not your duty at all'.
'See?' Eric looked victorious.
'But I would like to help…' said Sheila.
'You will help me if you travel with me' he smiled, taking the hand of Sheila… She felt the same strange tickling than Diana, but she wasn't brave enough to keep the touch. 'I normally travel alone, all by myself. Your company will please me'.
'In that case, we better move now' said the ranger.
'Yes, is the smartest thing to do' said Venger going near to Hank and pointing to some place in the horizon. 'In a couple of hours we will arrive to a cave on a small cliff. Merchants and travelers use it like refuge in sand-storms and to sleep in nights. We can pass the night there'.
'Thanks for the advice, Frederick' said Hank, very polite to the paladin. 'Do you know well this desert?'.
'It is not the first time I travel through the Anauroch but the last time was long ago, so I bring some good maps' was funny, because in the view he was only carrying the sword and a really small bag strapped to the belt. 'If you desire, I could make a copy to you'.
While talking, the gang was moving through with Hank and Venger speaking pleasantly and guiding the march: Hank for habit and Venger because he knew where they were going. Bobby was following them very close with Uni by his side, listening carefully to all that they were talking. Then were Presto and Eric, speaking about Frederick and what amazing he was. The young magician was far more excited than the cavalier, but both wanted to ask him about tips and tricks.
In the end of the march were the two girls, speaking about the former paladin too, but more in the fashion of two teenagers speaking about the captain of the Wrestling Team.
'He's big!' said Diana, cheerfully.
'Diana, low your voice' said Sheila in a whisper 'You don't want him to hear you, do you?'
'Who said I'm not?' her smile was diabolic. 'Oh, mama, look at that! He has muscles over muscles… His legs are like bags of melons and his arms like legs… Sister, I think I'm in love!'.
'You aren't speaking seriously!' said Sheila, who was unavailable of remove the eyes from the warrior.
'Sheila… Are you made of stone or what? And speaking about stone…' she approached her friend 'Do you think he is that big in ALL?'
The young thief blushes violently.
'Diana…'
'That's the name, don't spend it' the acrobat touched her with the elbow. 'And I think he likes you…'
'No way!' then she looked at her friend.
'Oh, yes… He was playing with that big purple pokémon, I can say that and when you were in danger… Powned! That wormy was sushi'.
'Do you think that?' she looked again to Venger's back. 'I mean, seriously'
'For my bad, yes… I think the big dragon wants to take you to his cave and embrace you with his black wings' she winked.
'Oh, c'mon…' but she, most for her own surprise, was feeling eager.
'Yes… And that's bad for me… I mean, I had some scientific curiosity about how hot can be a dragon skin under certain situations'
'Diana!'
'Hey, I only was planning some test with his ears and my thighs'
'Oh, boy… You're such a pervert!' Sheila called that her in surprise.
'No, I'm a woman… when you get to my age, you understand'
'I'm only two years younger than you!' she said 'Maybe for that he prefers me… I'm fresh new meat, not some second-handed dish!'
'Oh, wow… You really like him to show me your claws in that way, kitty' She put an arm over her shoulders. 'Relax… I'll let for you the prize… But if you don't start the conquest and I see some weak point, I'll go through that like an iceberg to the Titanic'
'Yeah' she laughed 'Titanic is the key word'.
Both girls laughed hard, inevitably attracting the eyes of the guys in front of them, stopping the march a few seconds. The boys looked the girls with a surprised expression and then they started the way again with the girls continuing their little talk… They didn't know that the object of their chat was hearing all. Even Presto or Eric couldn't say about what they were talking, not even trying, but Venger was far from being human and his senses, especially hearing, smell and sight were really accurate. That girls' chat was making him smile inside his mind. The pride…
