KIM POSSIBLE: CHRONO SITCH, CHAPTER THREE
"Ron!" Kim Possible yelled as she brought up her longsword and shield and dashed forward. "I need it distracted!"
"Kite it? You got it, KP!" Ron shouted back. He took aim with his longbow and fired off an arrow.
The tyrano dinosaur that had been chasing the demi-human warrior woman, Shego, up to the Guardia Cathedral lurched back in pain as the arrow that Ron had fired lodged itself into the left eye of the creature. The tyrano spun its head and glared angrily at the teenaged ranger.
"I've got agro, KP!" Ron shouted. "Make it count!"
With that, Ron turned and began to run away from the Cathedral steps. The tyrano roared mightily and began to lumber after him.
Kim skidded to a halt in front of Shego, holding her shield up so that both she and Shego were behind it.
"Are you hurt?" Kim asked, glancing back quickly at Shego.
"Only my pride," Shego snarled, dropping into a battle stance and willing her two plasma short swords into her hands. "Which I plan on taking out on Drakken now. In the most vicious, evil way possible."
"Your boss?" Kim asked, turning her attention back to the tyrano. The dinosaur was still running after Ron, who was turning and taking pot shots at the creature before continuing his running.
"Damn fool thinks he's got full control of something he calls a Chrono Switch. I'll explain later," Shego said. "Right now, I'm thinking about how many mouths that thing's flesh is going to feed after we're done."
"Right," Kim nodded. She then glanced at Shego's weapons. "Um, are those things real?"
"I'm a soulblade, Pumpkin," Shego smirked. "I use the power of my mind to create these weapons. I can even do neat tricks with them if I focus hard enough."
Kim grinned. "Neat tricks you're willing to test on a dinosaur?"
"Now that I'm not having to take it on by myself?" Shego asked by way of clarification. "Damn skippy! By the way, is your boy toy going to be able to handle keeping that thing's attention like that?"
"If there's one thing Ron can do, it's run," Kim replied. "But you've got a point. I need to make it easier on him." She then turned to the Monique, who was still up on the Cathedral steps. "Monique, love! Can you make that thing any easier to hit?"
"I'm on it, hun!" Monique yelled back. She started strumming on her mandolin and humming a beautiful tune as she bolted forward towards the tyrano.
Monique slid to a halt right in Ron's path. Ron, seeing Monique, leapt over the beautiful black girl just as Monique was finishing her song. Suddenly, her hands began to glow. The tyrano, still focused on Ron (hey, there's only so many times one can be shot with arrows before one exhibits blind rage at his assailant), it didn't notice Monique under it's feet. Monique twisted around to avoid being stomped, allowing her mandolin to swing on its harness strap to settle onto her back, and she reached out and touched the creature on its ankle.
The results were satisfyingly obvious. The tyrano stumbled, tripped on its own two feet, and fell on its face.
"Nice!" Shego grinned.
"I love her so much, Monique!" Kim agreed. She then turned to Shego. "You ready, soldier?"
"Willing and able, Cupcake," Shego said, holding up her short swords menacingly in response. "Let's do this."
With that, both women darted forward. Kim went straight to the front of the creature, who was vainly attempting to right itself. As the tyrano roared in frustration at its helplessness, Kim stopped within its eyesight. Shego darted to the side and out of sight.
"Foul creature, behold!" Kim growled. "My righteous wrath at the danger that you pose to innocent lives will be your downfall!"
The creature roared mightily in Kim's face. Both Monique and Ron, who were still nearby, stumbled back in fear away from the tyrano, but Kim held her ground with an angry, resolute look on her face. At that point, the tyrano finally righted itself and reared its head back for its attack.
Kim dropped into a defensive crouch, holding her shield up high and her longsword at the ready.
"That's right, monster," Kim purred softly, smiling inwardly. "All eyes on me."
Then the tyrano struck. Kim screamed mightily and swung her sword around, her shield still in front of her, as the tyrano snapped its jaws down and took the paladin completely into its mouth.
"Kim!" both Ron and Monique screamed in unison.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the tyrano on its head. As the creature spasmed violently at the jolt of electricity coursing through its body, it spit Kim out of its mouth and high into the air. Kim flipped in midair and fell back down towards the creature, slicing down on the tyrano's jaw.
At that exact same moment, Shego, who had snuck around the creature for tactical advantage, bolted up the tyrano's tail and up its back. Just as Kim's sword slashed into the tyrano's jaw, Shego committed a one-two punch into the creature's upper back. Shego grinned at the visceral feel of her plasma short swords entering dinosaur flesh. Kim slashed down past the creature's neck as Shego ran up the tyrano's neck with her short swords still buried in its flesh. Both women kicked off of the dinosaur and backflipped away just as blood spewed from both wounds.
But the tyrano was still in the game. It's roar was a gurgling cacophony of painful wails, but it still lumbered after Kim as the paladin danced backwards with her shield at the ready.
"Monique!" Kim cried, keeping her eyes on the tyrano. "Singing Blade!"
Without a pause, Monique swung her mandolin back into position. Hitting several chords on the musical instrument, she began to sing an eerie dirge. As she did so, Kim's longsword began to glow an equally eerie blue. Kim leapt forward to land right in front of the tyrano. Just as the creature snapped its jaw at the hero, Kim leapt up high into the air, flipped, and brought her enchanted blade down on the dinosaur's nose. Kim's strike was rewarded with a violent crescendo to Monique's dirge. A fresh spout of blood answered the girls' efforts.
Shego ran in from behind the tyrano, sliding between the creature's legs and then spinning rapidly. Over a dozen new wounds immediately formed along the dinosaur's massive calves and ankles. Shego tumbled forward towards Kim just as blood spewed from both legs. The tyrano began to teeter as is gurgled painfully.
"Now it's my turn," Ron grinned, pulling back his bow and letting three arrows fly at once.
The arrows met their marks. One sank deep into the creature's neck, where Kim had left her slashing wound. The second sank deep into the tyrano's breast, right where the heart might be. The third sank deep into...
Both Kim and Shego winced when they realized where the third arrow sank.
In one final mighty roar that somehow broke through the blood and bodily fluids that was collecting in the creature's throat, the tyrano collapsed onto the ground and began to convulse in its death throes.
"Yeah, baby!" Ron cheered as he watched the monster collapse. "Kill shot!"
"Booyah!" cheered Rufus, the naked mole rat sitting on Ron's shoulder.
Kim stood up in a relaxed position and began to breath heavily, now that the adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off. "It's done. Both Shego and the people of the Cathedral are safe."
Shego strode up next to the paladin and dismissed her short swords. "And now well fed," she added. She then smirked at the redhead. "That rush felt good, though. I think I judged you too quickly, Kimmie. You and I make a good team."
Kim nodded and couldn't help the knowing smile on her face. "Better than Drakken?"
Shego growled and looked off in the distance in the direction from whence she had came. "A damned rolypoly would be a better partner than him right now."
"Do you mind explaining to me what that was all about, anyway?" Kim asked, pointing to the dinosaur.
"Whatever this Chrono Switch thing is," Shego sighed, closing her eyes to try to hide her feelings of both anger and irritation, "it gives Drakken the ability to reach beyond the Darkness Beyond Time and grab pieces of lost time lines we thought had faded into oblivion."
"What?!" Kim gasped, stepping back to consider Shego carefully. "You mean... there's a place beyond the Darkness Beyond Time?"
"I didn't know either," Shego shrugged. "But, whatever it is, it's affected Drakken's mind. He's as loony as an imp on a sugar-rush now."
"Really, Shego? Don't you know that words like that can hurt?"
Shego, Kim, Ron, and Monique all turned to see a blue-skinned Mystic, standing (relatively) tall with his dark blue robes, his frazzled raven-black hair tied back in a ponytail, a wound mark on his right cheek, and a maniacal gleem in his dark eyes.
"Drakken, I take it?" Kim asked casually, glancing at Shego.
Shego slumped her shoulders and sighed in resignation. "In the flesh."
"You may have defeated the tyrano, heroes," Drakken laughed. "But I have plenty more where that came from! With this..." At that point, Drakken held the Chrono Switch up high. "...I will be able to summon anything I want! Want a couple of Dinopoleis and Chronopoleis bound to my beck and call raining destruction down on Guardia? Coming right up!"
"Drakken, you're insane!" Shego yelled. "All of this tampering with the time streams is going to lead to the destruction of our universe! You need to stop this, now!"
But Drakken didn't listen. Instead, he held the Chrono Switch up high and began to chant incoherently. Kim recognized parts of what he was saying as the language of magic.
"We have to stop him!" Shego cried, willing her plasma short swords back into existence and darting forward.
"I'm with you on that!" Kim agreed, bringing her longsword and shield at the ready and following Shego into the fray.
"Don't worry, KP! I got this!" Ron yelled, drawing his bow back and letting an arrow fly.
As Kim ran along, she followed the trajectory of the arrow and her eyes went wide. "Oh, no! RON, NO!"
But it was already too late.
The arrow buried itself deep into the Chrono Switch. It response, the Chrono Switch began to spark and flare.
"What in the...?! No! No, no, no, no, no!" Drakken shrieked as he began to dance around and juggle the Chrono Switch haphazardly.
Shego skidded to a halt several paces away from Drakken. "Um, what's happening?"
Kim stopped next to Shego and grabbed the beautiful demi-human's arm. "Ron just shot the Chrono Switch! We've got to run! Now!"
"What? Why?" Shego asked. "I want to see that thing blow up in Lord D's face."
"If that thing is anything like Lucca's old Time Eggs," Kim explained quickly, "it's going to open up a huge time gate and suck us all in when it explodes!"
Shego's eyes went wide on that. "Okay, you've convinced me, Princess. We're outta here!"
"I'm not a...!" Kim began to protest, but then gave up. "You know what, never mind. Let's just get out of here!"
Kim and Shego spun around and began to run the other way. Ron and Monique, who were still behind Kim and Shego, saw the two warriors begin to retreat and decided that it was probably a good idea. The four heroes began to bolt away from Drakken, who was still dancing about, juggling the Chrono Switch and cursing wildly in a language that Kim recognized as Infernal.
Finally, the Chrono Switch exploded.
Kim and Shego found themselves frozen in place for a brief moment before they were all pulled backwards. Kim saw Monique and Ron were being pulled back into the time gate and she tried to reach out to them. She was trying especially hard to reach Monique. Monique, with a panicked look on her face, tried to reach back. The two girls' fingertips grazed each other before they were both pulled in different directions by the turbulence of the time warp.
Then, a technicolored darkness enveloped all of the heroes right before each of them blacked out.
Ron groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness. He was inside of a house. It looked solidly built, but it was simple, even by Truce standards. There were straw beds rather than matresses. There was no sink, stove, or oven. The nearby table was solidly built and extremely serviceable, but rather crude-looking despite. There were curtains on the windows, sheets and blankets on the bed, and other such creature comforts, but they appeared obviously hand-woven. Most telling was the fireplace... it looked more like a firepit set into the wall rather than an actual fireplace.
Ron sat up in the bed and rubbed his head. "Gyah! I have a headache something fierce." He then looked around again. "Rufus? Buddy, you here?"
A small squeaky yawn greeted the young ranger. His animal companion, the exceptionally intelligent naked mole rat Rufus, had been asleep at Ron's feet. Rufus blinked a couple of times before looking up at Ron. As soon as he saw Ron, Rufus perked up immediately and jumped up onto his two hind feet.
"Yay!" Rufus cheered before scampering up onto Ron's shoulders and hugging onto the young ranger's neck.
"Yeah, I'm okay, buddy," Ron smiled, patting the naked mole rat gently on the back. "But this is just freaky-deaky weird. Where are we?"
"You are near the Manolia Cathedral, in northern Guardia, Ronald" came a voice from the doorway.
Ron turned to the doorway and saw a tall, regal man in half-plate armor. He wore a longsword on one hip and a buckler shield on the other. The flowing green cloak flowing off of his back nearly matched the flowing green hair cascading past his shoulders.
"And you are...?" Ron asked, carefully considering his options. He realized he was without his armor and bow.
"Sir Glenn Stalwart, Servant and Protector of the Crown," the man replied, stepping carefully into the house.
"Sir Glenn?" Ron asked, thinking for a moment. "Wait, as in the Glenn. As in Frog, the guy who was cursed by Magus and helped my Mom and Dad defeat Lavos?"
"Aye," Glenn replied, smiling patiently. "I would be that same man."
"Woah!" Ron breathed in astonishment. "I didn't know you were in 1025 A.D.! How'd you get here?"
Glenn bowed his head and sighed. "Nay, young Ronald. It is not I who traveled to 1025 A.D."
Ron cocked his head sideways and considered Glenn queerly. "Um, then how are you here, if you didn't travel here?"
"By all that is holy in Cedric's descendents..." Glenn cursed under his breath before taking a deep breath. "Nay, Ronald. No one traveled to 1025 A.D. It is you who has traveled to 625 A.D."
"Oh! Okay, that makes more sense," Ron said, nodding. "Wait, what?! I'm in 625 A.D.!"
"Indeed," Glenn nodded. "For reasons we have yet to discern, you have been thrust back in time to this era. The era your mother and father referred to as the Middle Ages."
"Oh, wow," Ron breathed. "That doohickey that that one Mystic dude that Shego worked for must've really packed a wallop! Hey! Have you seen Kim, Monique, or Shego around?"
It was Glenn's turn to consider Ron queerly. "I am afraid that we only found you and your companion there. There were no others."
"Damn," Ron muttered softly, looking down at the floor. "That means they're somewhere else."
"Or perhaps somewhen else," Glenn offered. "It would not be the first time that a party of adventurers were scattered across the eras."
"Ick," Ron sighed. "That so makes things so much harder." He suddenly perked up and cast a suspicious eye on Glenn. "Wait a second! If you didn't find any of my friends, how do you know my name or that I'm even a time traveler? I never gave you the first thing and even I didn't know the second thing."
"That would be because of me, Ronald," came a gentle, feminine voice from the other side of the doorway.
Ron leaned over to look past Glenn and saw a beautiful older woman standing in the doorway. She had long, reddish-auburn hair and brilliant green eyes. She wore a colorful yet simple dress, primary in yellows and greens. She smiled warmly at Ron.
Ron narrowed his eyes as he considered the woman. "Who are...? Oh, my God! Seriously? Oh, my God! I thought you were dead!"
The woman giggled as Ron jumped out of the bed, pushed Glenn aside, and ran into the woman's arms. She returned the hug warmly.
Ron snuggled into the embrace for several long moments until finally looked up into the woman's eyes. "Wow! You look so different with long hair and without your glasses, Auntie Lucca!"
Lucca smiled knowingly. "I know, right?"
Monique opened up her eyes and groaned in pain. She ached all over. She attempted to roll over, but found herself bandaged up rather thoroughly. Both of her hands and her feet were wrapped in crude cloth which was bound by leather tendons. She glanced about and realized that she was in a large cave of some sort. The air was warm, but she gave a guess to that being from a combination of the nearby bonfire in the center of the cave and the large number of people in the room.
The people themselves intrigued Monique. Most were rather burly and unkempt, strong of frame and dressed in animal furs. Some, however, were much slighter of build and stood more upright, wearing tattered remains of elaborate cloaks and robes in addition to animal furs. The spark of intelligence was much more prominent in the latter type of folk.
Monique attempted to sit up, but found the pain to be much too great to endure. Whining softly, she slumped back down on the thick fur bedding she was lying on and took several deep breathes. Hell, even breathing was painful.
One of the more intelligent-looking persons in the room noticed Monique move and approached the bed. It was a girl, maybe Monique's age, if the age of these people were really measurable, with tanned skin and short brown hair. She tugged at her fur scarf and glanced down at Monique.
"I see that Sleeping Beauty is awake," the girl smirked.
"A whole bunch of parts of me wishes I wasn't," Monique sighed, looking back up at the girl. She couldn't help but be mystified by the girl's eyes. They were a rich brown color, like Monique's. But this girl's eyes also had flecks of gold sprinkled within that sea of brown.
"I don't doubt it," the girl agreed. "You took a nasty tumble down Skyward Peak. Nearly froze to death, too, if my Dad hadn't accidentally found you while on a mammoth hunting trip."
Monique's eyes shot wide. "Mammoth? Mammoths haven't existed for nearly thirteen thou..." She stopped herself in mid-sentence, suddenly understanding the implication of what she was about to say. "Um... the Kingdom of Zeal fell a couple of decades ago, didn't it?"
The girl's face darkened in irritation when Monique asked the question. "Of course it did. That's fairly common knowledge that even an Earthbound could comprehend. Why are you bringing up such a painful memory?"
Monique closed her eyes and took another deep breath, ignoring the pain. "I'm not sure you would believe me even if I did tell you."
The girl knelt down next to Monique and glared at her. "Listen. I am an Enlightened One and an Innate. My natural affinity to the element of Shadow makes it to where there are very few mysteries that I cannot comprehend. So, try me."
Monique opened her eyes again and looked at the girl. "I'm... I'm Monique Songmoor, by the way. What's your name?"
"Bonnie Rockwaller," the girl replied. "My family was a prominent family of nobles in Queen Zeal's court until those bastard time travelers and that damned Prophet ruined our chances at immortality. Now we're no better than the Earthbound, scraping for scraps and using our dwindling magicks to hunt for animals like beggers."
Monique glanced around the room as Bonnie spoke. No one seemed to even acknowledge that Bonnie and Monique were having a conversation, let alone...
Monique glanced back at Bonnie. "They're all used to you venting like that, huh?"
Bonnie sighed in defeat. "They're all used to everyone in my family venting like that. Even my dad vents about it sometimes, even though he was the first amongst us to willingly start living the Earthbound way. I was born after the fall of the kingdom, but I've heard my grandmother tell such wonderful tales of what life was like in Zeal. It makes me want to go there so bad."
"Well, knowing that does make my story a bit easier to digest," Monique said, bracing herself. "You see, I'm... I'm one of those bastard time travelers."
"WHAT?!" Bonnie screamed, jumping up onto her feet. "YOU DARE COME BACK TO US AFTER WHAT YOU DID?! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Monique, helpless in her bandages, could only wince and pray as Bonnie began casting a spell.
"I won tsac gninthgil tlob nopu uoy!" Bonnie yelled, her voice taking on a hollow, reverberating sound. Her hands began to wave about in front of her and magical energies began to coalesce between her palms.
Just as suddenly, a large man of the Enlightened One variety stepped in and violently took hold of Bonnie's wrists. The spell dissipated harmlessly. Bonnie simply turned and glared at the man hatefully.
"What are you doing, Bonnie?" the man snapped. "She is helpless in her current state!"
"She just admitted to being one of those accursed time travelers who destroyed the Kingdom, Father!" Bonnie snapped back.
The man turned to consider Monique a moment, then turned back to Bonnie. "She may be a time traveler, but she isn't one of the ones who destroyed Zeal."
"What?" Bonnie asked, confused.
Bonnie's father sighed. "The time travelers who destroyed Zeal would be more along my age by now. This young lady appears to be more along your age. Besides, none of the time travelers who destroyed Zeal had skin color such as hers."
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Monique. "Are you sure. You said they had a robot and a frog in their midst."
Monique simply laid there and glanced nervously between the two of them. It wasn't like she could much more than that, given that her hands and feet were securely bound in bandages.
Bonnie's father turned to look at Monique. "I am more than certain of it. She is a fresh adventurer, not the type who could challenge the likes of Lavos."
"Speaking of...," Monique said, feeling brave enough to enter into the argument, "Wasn't it Lavos and not the adventurers who destroyed the kingdom?"
"The way it was told to me," Bonnie sneered at Monique, "is that the adventurers angered Lavos, who lashed out in anger at the kingdom."
"You listen to your grandmother too much," Bonnie's father mumbled.
"Whatever the case, I wasn't there," Monique added. "And could someone mind explaining to me why my hands and feet are bandaged up?"
"When I found you," Bonnie's father said, calming down noticeably, "you had succumbed to frostbite. The Earthbound shaman here was able to use herbal ointments to save your hands and feet, but we needed to keep them warm and keep the ointment applied."
"At least the Earthbound are good for something," Bonnie mumbled, earning a slap in the back of the head from her father. "Hey!"
"Thank you, sir, for saving me," Monique said sincerely.
"Don't mention it," Bonnie's father replied, raising a dismissive hand. "We all have to watch out for one another, what with the encroaching ice age and all. What do you intend to do now?"
"Well, I need to get back to my era," Monique replied, finally finding the strength to sit fully up. "A villain has a new time-altering device that could threaten our entire world. I need to get back and help stop him. I... I just don't know how to get back."
"Well," Bonnie said, thoughtfully, "there is a time gate far to the south. But it is sealed by magic... some say the Princess Schala herself sealed it at the behest of the Prophet. And even if we could break through that seal, no one here knows how to use a time gate."
"It's still my best shot," Monique grumbled. "I just need to find a way to break that seal and use that time gate. If only I had one of Lucca's gate keys..."
"Well, you're not doing anything until your hands and feet heal up," Bonnie's father said. "I don't know what the weather is like in your time era, but here the wind chill at night is enough to kill a strong and healthy man within minutes."
"Right," Monique mumbled helplessly.
"Now, get some more rest," Bonnie's father admonished. "You'll need it to heal up. Dinner should be ready in a few hours. Trust me, you're in for a treat if you've never had mammoth meat before."
"Father!" Bonnie gasped.
"It's true," Bonnie's father smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
Bonnie could only sigh at that.
Monique watched as Bonnie's father walked away, joining many others gathered around the bonfire. Bonnie stood by and looked at Monique before turning and joining the others with her father.
Monique was left curious by the look the Bonnie had just given her. She couldn't tell if Bonnie had glared at her or looked at her with sympathy.
Kim woke up groggily and stretched. All her muscles aches, especially her back. She sat up slowly and looked around. Suddenly, she realized why... she had been sleeping on the floor. Admittedly, there was a gigantic bear skin rug between her and the hard ground, but it was sleeping on the floor nonetheless.
"Hey, Pumpkin," a familiar voice drawled from over to the side. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
Kim glanced over to see the demi-human warrior, Shego, sitting next to a stone cauldron, stirring the contents with a large, stripped tree branch.
"Ugh!" Kim replied, stretching in order to try to relieve the kink in her back. "Don't count me there just yet. How come you're not feeling this bad."
"Oh, I did, when I first woke up," Shego replied. "But I heal faster than normal people. Some smartass once suggested I was part troll. He took that opinion to his grave, though."
Kim shook her head to that. She didn't want to think of her current companion as being a casual killer. "Where are we? Better yet, when are we?"
"Kudos on actually paying attention to what I was telling you before," Shego smirked, lifting up the tree branch and tasting a bit of the concoction she was apparently making. "Yes, we are somewhen else. Sixty-five million years in the past, to be precise."
"Ugh," Kim groaned again. "Hey! Crono told me about his friend from this era. Her name was..."
"Ayla, I know," Shego grinned. "She's the one who found us and brought us here. That's how I know when we are. She's out hunting right now. But she should be back in short order. The woman scares me, quite frankly. She stand a foot taller than me and has muscles to spare."
Kim nodded. That fit the description she'd been given of Ayla quite well. But then something else popped into Kim's mind.
"Oh, no," she groaned. "If we're in the Prehistoric Era, that means we're in a society that doesn't have the technology to comprehend time travel. We're stuck here."
"Not necessarily," Shego said, tasting the stew again.
"How do you figure?" Kim asked, curiously.
Shego set the stick aside and stood up. "Come with me, Kimmie. I'll show you."
Shego strode out of the cave the hut they were sitting in. Painfully, Kim stood up and followed the soulblade out into the open as well. The brisk night air slapped Kim awake.
"Wow, it's cold out!" Kim muttered, embracing herself and shivering.
"Lavos crashing into the planet twenty-five years ago covered the planet in a dust cloud that's triggering an ice age," Shego explained. "It's going to get much, much worse before it gets better."
"So, where're we going?" Kim asked, striding up next to the demi-human woman.
Shego glanced down and noticed how cold Kim must have felt. Without saying a word, Shego wrapped an arm around the redheaded paladin and pulled her close.
"Shego!" Kim gasped. "What are you...?"
Kim's protests were cut short as an aura of green plasma enveloped both of them. Not only did it dispel the chill of the night air, but the heat seeped into Kim's bones and her muscles began to relax. It made her feel much better.
"Nevermind," Kim cooed, snuggling into Shego. She was going to have to apologize to Monique later.
"We're not going anywhere," Shego said, answering Kim's original question. "We were just stepping outside. To look at that."
Kim watched Shego point up into the sky. Kim followed Shego's finger and gasped at what she saw.
Off in the distance, perhaps a dozen or so miles away, floating in mid-sky, was a gigantic stone structure. It was both roughly carved and elaborately architectural at the same time.
"Do you know what that is?" Shego asked, glancing down at the redhead.
Kim nodded her response to the green-skinned beauty. "I've heard stories about it. It's the Dinopolis."
"And I'm willing to bet they can get us home," Shego added. "If we can get Ayla to help us."
Kim bit her lip at that prospect. If her cousin's stories were to be believed, the Reptites wouldn't help Kim and Shego willingly.
[END CHAPTER THREE]
