Hello, my 3.23 readers! Thank you for giving me the time of day, hard work is much more rewarding when people care to appreciate it (though it's for my benefit as much as yours), especially since it took me forever to get around to finishing this one...

Which brings me to another point. May I present to you story time with Amy!

"Once upon a time, there was a happy little fangirl named Amy who was addicted to fanfiction. Now, one day Amy got a really nifty fanfiction idea in her head, in fact, she had many. However, as an aspiring writer and a Word Nerd, Amy also had standards (it's probably a foreign concept for many fanfictioners, but bear with me here). So, because she wanted to write a fanfiction and retain some quality of writing, she made a detailed outline of the story, wrote the story, and then edited the story. Then she posted part of it on so that it wouldn't just sit in her computer for all eternity.

"The End."

I guess the point of that was just to say that I have the entire story written already, but I'm gonna torture you by making you wait for the rest of it. After all, I want to have a little bit of fun too. *smiles* Enjoy today's chapter.


Chapter 7 – Now What?

When we were back in the woods, we started a fire and were all sitting around it, trying to figure out what to do with our prisoner. Iggy had bandaged us up, and while there wasn't any life threatening injuries, we were in no shape to fly. We were going to be here longer than I thought. "So do you think we should let her go?" Nudge asked. "I mean, she's just a kid, and when she's bruised and unconscious and tied to that tree she doesn't look so bad. We could just untie her and steal her weapons and leave before she wakes up."

"We can't, Nudge," I said, "we're not going to be ready to fly until the end of the week, and you know how much damage she can do."

"Yeah," said Gazzy, "but I kind of get what Nudge means, about her not seeming so bad. She isn't as scary when she's out cold."

I had to agree that Zanna seemed a whole lot less scary right now. With her head flopped onto her rope-bound chest, her hair falling out of her braid, she looked like a normal, albeit bruised, little kid. I almost felt sorry for her.

Fortunately, I was smart enough not to buy it. "It doesn't matter how she looks," I said, stretching out one of my bloodied wings and motioning to it, "we know the damage we can do. I say that we keep her prisoner until further notice, and maybe question her about why she's after us. My guess is that she's from Itex." Everyone nodded and muttered their agreement, minus Fang, who was looking at Zanna with a strange expression on his face. Something was up with him, I decided, and I made a mental note to talk to him later.

"I think that we should clean up and go back into town for some food." I finally decided. "Seeing as our last attempt to get dinner was interrupted."

"We probably should leave someone here with Zanna though." Iggy pointed out.

"I'll stay." Fang offered quietly.

"Are you sure?" I asked as the others started to walk away. Fang nodded.

"Okay then, "I said, "We'll bring you back something." Then I followed the others into the woods and towards town.

Zanna groaned as her senses slowly returned. Max and her Flock had really done a number on her. Or maybe it had been the brick wall. Either way, she hurt like crazy. Revenge will come in due time, she reminded herself. Lifting her head slowly, she took in her surroundings. Everyone was gone except for Fang, who sat on the ground, deep in thought. Good, Zanna thought, he was still recovering from her previous effect. Now was the perfect time to strike.