DISCLAIMER: This story is NOT apart of the Tainted Series by Kelpurple90. This is a parody of her series. If you want to better understand what is occurring during this parody,please read her story first! You could possibly understand what's going on without, but her series is awesome, and you should check it out!

Hai, guys! =3 CoolCuttz back from high school insanity with another chapter of T:TU! I just want to apologize abagilliontimes for not releasing updates for a while. One word: life. =-=Thank you guys for your patience, too. ;) But, now it's SUMMER!So, here's the long-awaited chapter for my official SUMMER KICKOFF! Enjoy~! ^-^

:Chapter 4 Part 1:

CoolCuttz's POV

As me, the girl, and the rescuer walked to the kitchen, I started focusing on questions that had gone through my mind.

Where am I? Who were those people with the taint that brought me here, and why did they want me? What was going on back in that room, with myEnDragonian? That's never happened before...

The girl beside me broke through my thoughts.

"So," she began, turning to me. "I haven't heard what you're called yet. What's your name?"

I looked back at her with a startled expression, really taken aback. I felt shy all of the sudden. I hadn't really spoken a single word towards anyone yet, had I? I hesitated for a moment.

"C..CoolCuttz," I replied slowly, and a bit quietly. "...my name is CoolCuttz."

She smiled. "CoolCuttz? I like that name. My name's Lomadia."

She gestured to the rescuer. "That's Ridgedog, but we just call him Ridge."

He turned to slightly bow at me with a happy, upbeat expression, and his eyes seemed to hold a peculiar glint. It wasn't anything bad, I knew that... it was something else, like he had rehearsed the introduction, or he expected it to be exactly like this?... I just couldn't put my finger on it...

I didn't have much time to observe it enough to find out, as he went back to attention, turning to lead us into another hallway. He suddenly jumped up, and casually started floating. Floating? He didn't have wings, or anything!

"How did you do that?" I asked in surprise.

"Ridge is a demigod," Lomadia said with a small chuckle. My head tilted to the side with a confused expression. "A demigod?" I hadn't really heard that term before. Sure, I heard 'Notch' and 'God' before, but not a demigod.

Ridge turned to me with a reassuring smile. "I think that story could wait for another time."

An adorable bird's call of some sort suddenly sounded a short distance ahead, and a window ominously creaked open as a small head poked into the hallway. It slowly (and creepily) turned around in a complete, supposed-to-be-neck-breaking half-circle, and stopped as it looked directly at us with a big pair of eyes. Lomadia gasped happily, and whistled a few quick notes its way. With another hoo, it slipped between the two glass panes, opening a pair of lean wings and flying silently towards us. I ducked behind Lomadia with a startled gasp as it came closer.

"What is that thing?" I squeaked from behind her as she stopped. Ridge halted in his floating tracks to look back at us, particularly at me. Was he worried about both of us, or just me?

Lomadia smiled gleefully and extended a gloved arm, and I was caught completely off guard as the creature obediently landed on the leather cover.

"It's just an owl," Lomadia said as she tickled it under what looked like a beak. She tilted her head in confusion. "Are you meaning to say you've never seen an owl before?"

"No! Are they dangerous?" I asked, still cowering behind her.

Lomadia laughed. "Oh, no, not around here! The dangerous breeds are a loong way from here."

I felt comforted from that, and the fact that it hadn't torn anyone to shreds yet. I hesitantly, slowly, came out from behind her. Soon I was standing at Lomadia's side, looking at him with just as much curiosity that he looked at me with.

"CoolCuttz, meet Mr. Owl!" The owl puffed his chest out with another hoot at the mention of his name.

He was a tiny bit over the height of Lomadia's head from his perch on her crooked arm. His feathers were a beautiful array of different shades of brown, and small, white feathers surrounded his wide, amber eyes. His chest was covered by white, black-speckled downy.

"He's a magical version of an owl," Lomadia said as I cocked my head to the side, Mr. Owl mimicking my movements. "He can grow bigger so people can ride him. He's been a good friend of mine for a while now!" The adorable owl hooted happily in agreement. We all started walking once more (well, Ridge was hovering), entertained by me and Mr. Owl going back and forth with a child-like game of copy-cat. After a while, he stretched his slim, chestnut-colored wings out to his sides, and before I knew it he was hovering silently next to Lomadia. I smiled with surprise as he flew towards me, and landed on my shoulder as Lomadia grinned.

"I can already tell that you two will get along perfectly! Mr. Owl hasn't been this friendly towards anyone so quickly before." I gently scratched underneath his beak with an adoring daawwww, feeling a glowing sense of delight. Then Lomadia suddenly gasped, looking in panic at where Mr. Owl's feet were hugging my shoulder.

"Wait, his claws! Do they hurt?!" I frowned, looking at his claws and nervously gulping at the sight. They were long, maybe about as long as my finger. But what made me more shocked was they weren't hurting me. I didn't feel any pain, and they weren't tearing holes into my skin. I shook my head with thankfulness to Lomadia. She sighed in relief, only to have a puzzled look cross her face, and I couldn't help but puzzle with her. Why wasn't I feeling his talons? At home, I'd always end up getting throbbing scratch marks from my dog, Tezukel, and my glitchy-eared cat, Mau Mau. Why wasn't I feeling anything now? From talons like these? She shrugged, and just continued walking with a happy, reassured face, making me shove my own feelings away as me and Mr. Owl continued our game.

Ridge turned to me with a smile of charmed happiness and pride. If I had paid more attention, I would've noticed and it held that unknown emotion again. I was so confused as to what it was... It was like he already knew that I would be like this. But I never saw it until I thought back on this time later. Just as Ridge turned, the long hallway finally came to an end.

"Well, looks like we're here. The kitchen!" As I looked around, I could tell my eyes were as wide as the moon (or as Mr. Owl's) when we walked in, because Lomadia was holding in more laughter. This didn't look like a kitchen. It looked like a full-blown professional diner!

A giant wall, holding chests labeled with item frames, was behind a large marble counter with chairs pulled up to it. Iron double doors in the back led to another area, with iron-plated chests wrapped by ice. Through a low-hanging arch, a warmly-lit room held a large, glorious dining room, fancy lamps hanging from the ceiling in a chandelier array. A long table ran down its center, adorned with potted flowers and candles, and placemats situated in front of many, many chairs. The entire room, floor, most of the walls, and ceilings, were made of out a single type of wood, but it was the perfect color of warm, honey-kissed spruce. Ridge later told me it was called "mahogany".

"It's impressive, isn't it?" Lomadia said, sighing as a knowing look and a warm grin crossed her face. Ridge sat in mid-air, crossing his arms while wearing a proud smirk.

I couldn't help but wander around, Mr. Owl hovering along side me as I went from place to place. It was amazing! My amulet was starting to glimmer from the astonishment that was bubbling up inside me.

"How long did it take you to build this?" I half-yelled, half-asked to them from behind the smooth, white-marble counter. "It must've taken ages, huh?" Lomadia and Ridge cast glances at each other with saddening expressions, Lomadia's hand flying to her neck. I looked at them, puzzled at their sudden silence.

"What's wrong?" I walked back over to them as they turned back to me. Ridge glanced at Lomadia before rubbing the back of his head, unfolding his legs and stood himself up on the floor. "Well.." His voice trailed off as his smile completely vanished, the glimmer in his eyes fading away.

Even though I had just met these people, I could tell Ridgedog wasn't seen often like this, that this wasn't a part of his usual character. I had seen him with some type of happiness ever since I woke up in the lab, only ever being somber and serious when he was sitting in the chair. Mr. Owl flew over to Lomadia, nudging her head playfully with a hoot and nipping his beak like a chicken would to eat seeds. Lomadia strolled over to the marble counter and sat down with a small satchel bag in tow, leaving the conversation hanging in the air, and me and Ridge standing in the hallway entrance.

Then I heard them. Those whispers. I felt myself tense and the hair on my neck stood on end as my pendant instantly went dull. Ridge noticed me stiffen up, stepping forward with a concerned look. "Are you okay? You look like you saw an enderman..."

I turned towards the sound, frozen, before I ran. "...! CoolCuttz?!" I ignored the fact that my ears were extending into my dragon ears and perking outwards, amplifying into my more sensitive hearing, as I sped under arches, through hallways, and in doors. Footsteps were thudding behind me, getting fainter as I kept running, faster and faster, the whispers beckoning to me as I got closer and closer. My heart thudded in my chest as their sound grew louder.

I ended up in a welcoming living room, a couple of grand armchairs and a soft-looking sofa spread across a large rug. Faint lights glowed from indented perches on the walls, while the warm light of the sun, hesitating a long distance above the horizon, brightly bathed the rest of the room through a glass wall. My ears began twitching, the murmurs becoming a little more audible as I wandered towards the large glass pane. Hushed conversations danced around me, as if they were taunting me by not letting me pick out a single voice from the storm.

I gazed out the window, my hands flat against the giant window as I strained to see against the sun's glow. A huge group of trees, probably a forest, was covering the separation between the sky and earth... occasional pigs, cows, and sheep... flowers and grass flowing in the breeze... Clouds running over a pale purple sky... Footsteps and voices behind me growing louder and abruptly stopping... None of them were the cause of the whispers.

Where the heck are they-

I saw two faint, pink dots, growing brighter until they were very densely bright. What were they coming from? And I couldn't see through them... I flinched as I saw them shorten when I squinted against the glares of the lights. I was shocked. They were my eyes. How were my powers activating without me saying my poem?

My vision flared as it suddenly sharpened. I was suddenly swept through the window, out of my body and away from my thought, and speedily soaring over the forest that had blocked my view.