Hi! Yes, I'm updating THIS quickly. And I do know how to count to three. YAY! I PASSED KINDERGARTEN! WOOHOO! *uses Pinkie's PARTY CANNON!* So, here's the new chapter. Oh, and check out my brother, Pieguy96. He just joined, so be nice, and review his story, O.K.? Good. :D


Faragonda cringed as she heard the loud shriek of Palladium. She turned to Griselda, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

"We will save him." Faragonda told the weeping DuFour, determination in her eyes. But that determination wavered as a thought came into her head... I hope. For Palladium's sake, we must try hard to save him. But we cannot risk anyone for it... Oh, what am I to do?

A hand on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts. She looked into the brown eyes of the Head of Discipline, who looked as soft as Amore.

"We will. I know he means much to you." She said to the Headmistress, who just nodded, tears slowly making their way down her cheeks.

o-O Alfea O-o

Tears flowed down Palladium's tanned skin as he looked pleadingly into the merciless eyes of Dark Bloom, who raised the three-tonged whip into the air for what seemed like the thousandth time. His body ached; blood poured out of open whip lashes on his chest and stomach.

Palladium's body shook as the whip came down again, and again. His orange brown hair was tinged silvery-red with his blood. He looked on in horror as Dark Bloom slowly leaned over, took a finger, and dug it deep into one of the more serious wounds. Palladium gasped as his eyes clouded over with pain. Bloom slowly, very slowly, wrenched out the finger, which was dripping elfin blood. She raised the pointer finger to her lips, and licked off the sticky substance, smiling at the almost sweet taste.

"Mmm... You know, elf, I kind of enjoy this. We must do this more often..." She said, almost seductively. She made a gag out of thin air, then tied it around his mouth. Her hands reached for his pants, then, using magic, ripped them off his tanned, muscular body along with his underwear. Palladium tried to scream, but only got a mouthful of cloth...

o-O Back in the quad O-o

"Faragonda," WizGiz started. "What does Griselda mean by you care for Palladium very much?" The leprechaun asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Well, we have history. I was on Athryell on a business trip with Saladin, and the realm was being attacked. We saw a little elfin baby, crying in the middle of an almost demolished house. We looked for his parents, and we found them... But they were, let's just say, very incapable of caring for a child." She started to explain.

"What?! So, you're telling me that-" WizGiz was interrupted by Faragonda.

"Yes, WizGiz, Palladium-or EƤrendur, as his elvish name is-is Saladin and I's adopted son."

Woah! Okay, who saw that coming? No one! Exactly! Cause I left NO hints! I wasn't even planning on doing that. I just randomly typed it and it worked. So now I have even MORE of a story! WOOHOO! Oh, and please, please pleeaaase don't forget top R&R!