Why, hello peoples! Happy Thanksgiving! I can't believe they don't have it in my home country, England. Speaking of holidays they don't have, like 4th of July… Well, they DO have Guy Fawkes Day. Sticking firecrackers down toilets is always fun! Not that I've ever done it. I'm a goody-two-shoe. Anyway… Yeah, so here's the next chappie!

Dimentio's POV

The first thing I was aware of was that I was covered with something heavy, warm, and fluffy. The second was that there was a person standing near me, muttering something. I opened my eyes slowly.

"Huh? I am confused… like a cow being taken to the slaughterhouse." It took me a few seconds to realize I had just uttered a simile. The person walked over to me, and I recognized her as the armored girl.

"Ya feel better?" She asked gently. She had long, shiny brown hair that also had green streaks, and reached her waist, and it was swept back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a luminous emerald, and she had soft facial features. She was smiling, showing her pearl-white teeth. I noticed they were a little sharp. Her armor, I noticed, wasn't on her person. Instead she wore a silk green shirt, a pair of jeans, and some socks. Also, she had a silver necklace with an emerald embedded in it.

"Yes… I am feeling good. Pardon my asking, but who might you be?" I asked, coughing a little. Then I asked a little disappointedly, "Are you a princess?"

The girl laughed. "I'm Emerald. I'm the one who rescued you, blah blah blah. And yeah-freaking-right. Do I LOOK like I'm wearing a crappy girl dress? Or a 'pretty' crown? Heck, I'm as much of a princess as Bowser."

"No, you most certainly do not." I laughed slightly. "Speaking of Bowser… Do you know anyone associated with him? Or perhaps a past enemy?" I asked, kind of dreading the answer. Emerald's smile faded when she saw the slight panic in my eyes.

"Yes… But the good news is I haven't told them you're here. I know you must be nervous, considering you betrayed them." She nodded. "No offense."

"None taken. At least they don't know I'm alive yet." I replied. Then I saw her thinking about something, and I took a wild guess. "I realize you're going to tell them at some point."

Sure enough, when the words left my mouth she relaxed. "Okay, good." Emerald smiled. Just then, my stomach rumbled. We both looked at each other. "Dim? –May I call you that? - What was the last thing you ate?"

I smiled sheepishly, like a student caught passing notes. "Uh… I can't remember?"

Emerald rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll go get you something then." I grinned my usual smile.

"I don't mean to be a burden, like a large, bulky package waiting for the mailman to deliver."

"Pssh. I've had sick guests here before." She called from the kitchen. "Nothing I can't handle. By the way, what do want to eat and drink?"

I looked at the clock. 12:27pm. "If it's no worry-"

"Nope!"

"-Then could I please have a fried shroom plate and mango juice?"

"Coming right up." Emerald replied. I could hear the sound of the pan sizzling as she put the cooking oil and mushrooms on. The smell wafted in soon after the sound. My stomach growled softly. To put my mind off the food for a while, I looked around the house. The walls were a type of light wood, with white paint and paintings covering it. The sofa I was sitting on had a couple of cushions decorated with detailed dragons. In front of me was a large glass coffee table, with sketchbooks and pencils neatly arranged. There was a large stone fireplace, and photos in delicate silver frames atop it. Behind the sofa was a spiral staircase, leading up to the second or third floor.

"I like the décor. By the way, are you an artist?" I asked. Emerald walked back in, holding the food and drinks.

"Thank you. I decorated it with artwork after I built the house. I guess that kind of explains the question." She grinned, showing her unusually pointed teeth.

'Fangs?' I wondered. "Yes, it is quite exquisite, like an ice statue standing in a foyer of a castle."

"Thanks. Here's your food then." She said, sitting down on the arm of the sofa to eat her own food- a fried egg and sky juice. She passed my tray with the mushrooms and a glass of mango juice. The glass appeared to be made of emerald, and had a dragon etched into it. I took a sip, and the wonderful, creamy, exotic taste filled my mouth. It took all of my composure not to down the glass in one gulp. Next, I poked my fork into one of the mushrooms and ate it. It was crunchy, but not burnt, just the way I liked it.

"That was delicious." I said happily after swallowing the last mouthful of mushroom, and drinking the last of my mango drink.

"Glad you liked it." Emerald said, taking a bow. "Wow. It's dark already. Where do you want to sleep?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you want to sleep on the couch or in the guest bedroom?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"I think I'll sleep in the guest bedroom." I replied, standing up and picking up the tray with me. Emerald took the tray out of my hands, and stacked it on top of hers.

"I'll do it. You need rest, dude."

I nodded, just now realizing how tired I was. "Ok. You're right. I'll go up to bed then." I tried to float up, but only got several inches into the air. I picked up the blankets, and drifted off towards the staircase. "Goodnight, Emerald."

"G'night, Dim." Came the reply from the kitchen, along with the sound of silverware and cutlery being put in the dishwasher. I floated up the staircase, and saw the second floor. It was… beautiful. Lovely structures of animals, suits of armor, houses, glasses of lemonade- anything you could imagine carved and made of precious gems and metals. I hovered there for a second, amazed. Then I remembered my fatigue and kept going up the stairs. I finally reached the third floor. This was basically a hallway, with four doors. One was painted blue, with a photo hanging in a silver frame, the photo showing a sketch of a detailed bath. Another had the same thing, but with a bed with the words: Emerald's Room-Knock first. The third door was smaller in width then the others, and when I opened it I saw it was a heater. I closed it, and looked at the fourth door. It had a photo with a silver frame like the others, and was showing a bed with the words: Guest Bedroom. I turned the handle and drifted in. I saw a normal wooden bed, with a white quilt, sheet, and pillows, and by that was a bedside table with a lamp. There was also a recliner with a rug facing a TV and gaming console. There was a mini fridge plugged into the wall as well. Photos were placed along the wall in no particular order. There was an in-built closet as well, and opposite the bed was a set of shelves with books, CDs', and magazines. There was a laundry hoop and basket as well. The room was about medium-sized.

"This is quite an amazing house." I whispered to myself, and then flopped onto the bed, not bothering to change into pajamas. I turned off the lamp, and soon fell asleep.

Done! How do you like it so far? R&R please! With a cherry on top?