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I pushed a button, and my chair moved back, and into the floor. I straightened myself, and walked over to the extremely perplexed limbless hero, who was looking over my portrait. I lifted my long, satin gloved hand, and placed it on his shoulder. He jumped, and landed in a battle stance. Smiling, I raised my hand over my mouth. The seventeen and three quarters adolescent was highly self- trained. He looked at me, his mouth slack and open, staring.

"How... no, when... no..." he stuttered, trying to comprehend what I was. "What are you?" Finally. The question I was waiting for.

"Rayman," I said chuckling. "Can you not give my species a name? I am dying to know what you would call me."

He looked over me, starting from my black night shoes, and ending on the two rabbid ears on the top of my floating head.

"Err..." Rayman thought. "I dunno... a raybid?"

"My thoughts exactly," I replied, another smile on my face. "You are hungry no, are you not?"

In response, he vigorously nodded, mouth watering. My eyes narrowed, something apparently went wrong in my instructions.

"What and when was the last thing you ate?" I questioned, worried. He looked up at the large grandfather clock, now not invisible.

"Holy *^%!" he exlaimed.

"My poor ears." I groaned. "Watch your tongue."

"Sorry," he said abashed. "It's just the last time I ate was 28 hours ago, a real good tomato soup with Italian bread..." My face darkened. My directions were not headed.

"TRIXIE!" I shouted, obviously angry. The short rabbid waddled in as fast as her little, stubby feet would take her. "Bwah, ba bwah daa bwahh ahh bah dwah!" Translated, that means: TRIXE, why didn't you give him his food!

"Ba bwahh bbwahbw!" the small rabbid wailed, forgetting I never punish anyone. (Translated: he was asleep!)

"Bwah, baa badwah." I told her, patting her head. "Baa bwah daa budawadda ba baah ba dab." (Translated{again}: Trixie, it's ok. Just tell the waiters to get the food.)

She nodded, and hurried off to relay the instructions. A few seconds later, the rabbids who brought in the food earlier, and taken it back to stay heated in the oven, came out with the still steaming trays of the food I prepared for our special guest. Rayman's eyes and mouth watered, not knowing how much I slaved over that meal. I snapped my fingers twice, and my chair, facing the table this time, emerged from the ground, and a rabbid carried in a padded arm chair for Rayman.

"Please," I said, motioning at the chair with my flying hand. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Yeah..." he said with a hazy attitude. "Sure." I rolled my actually separate teal eyes. I walked around the table, and filled a plate with everything. Rayman seemed to think it was for me, and his tongue slowly crept out. He really was starving. I smiled, and placed the plate I prepared in front of him. His eyes widened, and then narrowed as he looked up at me, suspicious.

"It's not poisoned!" I laughed, realizing his basis of skeptical. To prove it, I took his slice of roast beef and popped it in my mouth. Rayman's jaw dropped, and I stuffed a warm spoonful of mashed potatoes into his open mouth. He closed it on reflex, eyes re-widened.

"Fwis is delicious!" Rayman exclaimed, then swallowed. "Can I have... some roast beef, too?"

I passed it to him, smiling at his insecurity.

"Hey," he said, his head tilted to one side. "Aren't ya gonna sit down? Did ya already eat?"

"Two no's." I responded. "I am not in the mood for food."

"Sure looked like you were when ya stole my roast beef," he come backed, smirking. He looked absolutely adorable in that tux, with a snobby grin plastered on his face.

"You didn't just go there," I teased. "Fine, I'll have some garlic bread, but only because it is my favorite." I then cut two slices, and put one on Rayman's plate.

"Please," he groaned, jokingly. "You're gonna make me pop."

"Better that then starve," I commented.

"True," Rayman answered. I started munching on my bread. "Aren't cha gonna sit down?"

"Hmm?" I lamly responded, looking up from the table. "Oh, I don't think I will." I looked back at the table.

"Then," he said, still smirking. "I'll make you." I glaced up again, and laughed. Rayman disconnected his hands, and was offering them in front of me. I rested me hand on top of his, and he led me back to my seat. Just like a gentleman.

"So," he began. " How'd you get those rabbid ears? Plastic surgery?"

"No," I responded, not smiling anymore. "My father was a rabbid. My mother was the first limbless."

"How?" Rayman asked, dumbfounded. "I thought I was the first... and only limbless."

"Only?" I said as I raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry..." he responded meekly. "But I don't get it... how did your mother ever exist? Why did she exist? And why in the Glade of Dreams did she marry a rabbid?!"

"I'll answer your first two questions," I answered. "As for the last one, I am not sure if I even know the reason. My mother was... an accident, let's say. Once, and only once, one of every type of lum collided, except for a black lum, and they each formed a part of a body. A super yellow one made the head, brain, and nerve system, a normal yellow one the hair, a blue one the lungs and skin, a red one the internal organs and heart, a green the feet, and a purple one the hands. But the silver one had no where to go, and it cried. The rest of the lums thought about her, and held a conference. Then they decided on a place for the silver lum. She was turned into the part that held everything together, and the conscious, the soul. They then called themselves Addinkalahyn. That is how my mother came into existence."

"Wow," Rayman sighed. "But why?"

"It was an occurrence that happened because the lums decided." I said. "We are not to question that which we will never understand."

"But-"

"No."

"I just need to know..." he attempted hopelessly. He looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Fine," I huffed. "What?"

"How old are you," he said carefully. "Can you give me a time line?"

"Alright," I answered. This was easier than I thought. "37 years ago, my mother was made. When she was 20, she fell in love with, and married a rabbid named Ooreki Maree. For two years, no matter how much they prayed, my parents could not have a child, as my mother did not have the proper organs. One rainy day, my mother was attacked. A group of monsters ambushed her... and my father was almost killed. He protected my mother, until her powers and rage were unleashed when her husband, my father was shot with a poisoned dart. She killed all the beasts, and then rushed to my dying fathers side, and gave him a kiss. Unknowingly, that kiss made the silver lum in my mother to break in two, as my father died. The larger half, about three quarters of the lum, stayed in my mother. The smaller part formed me, and took on my father's ears, and my mother's limblessness, as a legacy. That was 15 years ago. My mother died on that day, from the drain of energy, leaving me all alone, with no one there for me. My uncle, Wiscot, found me crying beside my two dead parents, and raised me as his own, and I taught him various languages as I aged. He always told me I would be the savior of our people, no matter how much I was picked on at school, and everywhere. He was the only person that had faith in me. Everyone said I never should have existed, and called me a freak. Then, Professor Barranaco saw hope in me. I can not forget the chills those scientific instruments gave me. I was run through various tests, around the same time you were captured, around three years ago, when I was eleven. I was used to power machines, and other insane things. When Professor B. got married and had B. junior, you escaped, and I was free to go. I traveled the world, and eventually returned to the rabbids. I discovered they were in desperate need, and I assisted, and they elected me as a leader. I, with the assistance of my god nephew, Barranaco Jr. Jr., created the giant blimp like space-travelers, and discovered Earth as a habitable location. But you got there first, and you know the rest." I concluded, hoping for no more questions.

"You're 14!" Rayman exclaimed.

"Yes..." I replied. "Where are you getting to?"

"You just act so mature!"

"Oookay," I said, weirded out. "Any other questions?"

"Only one," he whispered hopefully.

"Spit it out," I sighed.

"How was I made then?"

"Betilla the Nymph made you, right?" I asked. Rayman nodded in response. "Well, then I guess she and he sisters saw my mother and believed her to be just a dream, then made you based on her." Rayman yawned.

"Someone needs to go to bed." I teased. My uncle came into the room on my call. "Uncle, will you please take Rayman to his room."

"Of course," he said, winking at me. "Found youself a guy?" I blushed.

"Just take him to his room."

When they left, I was able to hear Rayman face palm. I didn't tell him my name.