Whoooo, this baby's a long one! Mostly because I got carried away with fluff…But fluff is so much fun…Oh, and I wasn't sure how to get this started.

Funny thing. I always type in a long line of "blahs" at the beginning of a chapter while I think of a beginning. Which is where I got the idea of how to start this chapter! Let's hear it for stupid quirks! They saved mon apologetique derriere!

So I finally finished these two chapters. I was so antsy when I put up the author's note, I thought it was against fanfic's rules to do so. I got the hugest scare when I clicked "Login", and it said that I didn't have any stories published! I freaked out!

Loony: It's true. I feared for my life.

Me: Quit being sarcastic. Anyway, it turns out that I had just logged onto Loony's account, and that my blood pressure had skyrocketed for nothing.

Loony: Then I did fear for my life.


"Blah! Blahblah blubbed-y blah blah!" Finn screeched, waving his arms as he hovered in front of my face. "Blah blah bloo blah blah!"

I batted him away, tightening my grip on my Chunky Monkey. "Blah blah!"

He stopped twittering. "What??"

I brushed away the stray locks of bed-head that kept falling into my eyes to get a good look at him. "You're not making any sense. All you're saying is 'blah blah!'"

He wrinkled his nose. "You need to get outside. Your brain's turning to blah blah blah blah…"

My eyes drifted back to the little TV, which was currently playing Pride and Predjudice. I had just gotten to one of the good parts…

And then I heard him use the word 'stupid.' I tore my eyes away from Kiera Knightly and That-Hot-Mr.-Darcy's faces. "What'd you j-just say?"

He stuck his hands on his hips, obviously trying to be intimidating. And as always, he was failing miserably at it. "If you had been listening, then you'd know."

My fingernails dug into my soft blanket I had wrapped around me. "Tell me what you said, you little munchkin!"

"Who're you calling munchkin!"

"You, b-bird butt!"

He gasped, eyes widening, then narrowing. "Well, you're a lazy stupid bird brain! Speaking of which, have you seen your hair? A bird will choose it for its nest if you're not careful!"

"M'not-t laz-z-zy, I'm mourning!" I wailed, ducking my head under the blanket, figuratively hiding from everything and literally hiding from that sprite.

"Well, you need to stop." Finn said. "You think I don't sympathize? I feel horrible! But it's been weeks!"

"Two weeks and five days."

"Can't you grin and bear it instead of sitting here, eating ice cream and watching some stupid chick fli-…" He squinted at the TV screen, "…Why are they spinning in circles…?"

"That's c-called dancing, Finny."

"…….Right…Anyway!" He turned back to me. "Watching some stupid chick flick with weird people in weird clothes with weird accents?"

I started getting really red. Who wouldn't in this situation under my particular circumstances? One of the pillars of my life was being attacked by a tiny fairy! "Th-this is a classic!"

"I repeat: Weird people. Weird clothes. Weird accents."

"Says the deranged oompa-loompa in an orange onesie with a tiny pip-squeak voice…" I muttered through another spoon of creamy goodness.

"What was that?" I shrugged, and he continued after giving me the evil eye, "You should be outside! Caring for your farm! Weeding! Milking Tiny! Socializing! Looking for the bells!" He threw up his arms. "You have to make sacrifices to live life!"

"I am sacrificing."

"How?"

"This is Chunky Monkey." I held up a glob in front of him.

"…How is that a sacrifice?" He asked slowly.

"I wanted Choco-mallow."

"………" He hovered for a moment, just staring at the melting ice cream. Then: "That's it! You're going out!"

- - -

The summer heat pressed down on me, beating at my back like a drum. It was an oppressing temperature, the kind that the Harvest deities saved only for days when they were in a particularly bad mood. Kinda rude of them, actually, to take out their anger on us mortals. What'd we do to deserve it??

Suddenly, it got a whole lot hotter, like the sun was just inches from me. I smiled up at the sky. "Eh-heh, jist kiddin'!" Stupid self-centered Harvest God. "Hey, at least my wet hair is drying faster!" If it was freezing, then my newly showered head would snag me some pneumonia. …Which would then mean that I would have to stay inside with my bucket of ice cream and soft blanket, A/C blasting…Gee, dodged a big bullet there.

"What are you doing?" Finn gave me the look that only the townsfolk gave me, usually when they caught me talking to Finn. The "What-Mental-Institution-Do-You-Belong-To?" look.

"Nothing. Heart-to-heart chat with the big guy upstairs?" I pointed up with an innocently vague expression on my face, then shrugged and continued on my (phonily) merry way.

Because of the ungodly weather, I hardly passed anyone as I walked to town, and even when I entered it. I guess everyone was inside with their A/C's…?

Fine by me. I didn't want any human contact for a while anyway. I didn't think that I was strong enough to endure it.

That stupid house at the top of town stood there, looming, sitting, staring down at me. But I didn't cry. No, I had already done enough of that. My tear ducts will probably be out of commission for a decade before they completely refuel.

But don't think that I was at all affected by the sight of that house. No, nope, I am a-okay! A-…oh-…kay…

I turned on my heel and headed back across the bridge out of town. A bit of me at the back of my mind whispered that this bridge was where we had our first outing. Not even an outing…Was it perhaps…a date?

Guh! Going to town was a waste of time, I should go get seeds instead. I wasn't really thinking when I headed out; Finn just shooed me out and told me to take a walk. Speaking of Finn, he was hiding under my straw hat, complaining incessantly about the summer heat.

…Funny thing, I think he's been complaining this whole time. It's amazing how well you can ignore someone when you get used to their drone.

I stopped at the top of the beach, scenting the salty air wafting up. Maybe a swim would be nice? Clear my head, chase away some of this unpleasant…business? Wash it away like sticky mud, let it disperse in the water.

But then I heard voices. I timidly stood there, thinking and measuring chances. I finally gave into that demon called Curiosity and walked over. Peering over, I saw a bunch of people already swimming.

Stay? Go. Walk up? Run away. I turned, all ready to spring away before I was caught, and henceforth cast into a big social situation that I, quite frankly, didn't want to partake in.

Then I heard my name being called. I silently cursed at myself, turning to see who it was that had spotted me.

However, no one was looking at me, or even in my direction. In fact…

I practically smacked myself for the sheer theatrical effect of it. They were playing a well-known game that involved a blindfolded Maya waving about in the water, trying to tag one of the others. But they decided to give it a Castanet twist.

"Molly!" Maya yelled, uncharacteristically still for a moment in anticipation and strategy.

"Paolo!" The others whispered quietly, trying not to get caught. All except Luke. He yelled as loud as he could:

"PAOLO!!!"

Maya pitched to the side and tagged him.

"AWWWW!" He pouted. "I've already been it a million times!" He went underwater for a spell, counting down…

Then he sprang out and started waving about, splishing and splashing and causing a general ruckus that I'd learned to associate with the young carpenter. All the while, he yelled, "MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY!"

Obviously, he didn't quite get the game.

I rolled my eyes and smacked my forehead again. Looking around, I realized that I'd instinctively ducked down into the bushes. "Stalker…" Finn muttered.

"Shh." I crept forward, coming to crouch a little ways behind a couple of people. It was these three that interested me the most.

"Hm…" Gill scratched the back of his head, ruffling his light hair, which looked white in the sunlight. He could've passed for an albino had it not been for the developing sunburn donning every inch of his exposed skin. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. It was so weird to see Gilligan Hamilton in informal attire – Kinda like seeing a flying pig, or a relevant-to-life algebra topic. "Are you sure that she wasn't just spouting jargon?"

"I'm s-s-sure." Candace squeaked. Ah, poor girl. Even in this heat, she was wearing the same outfit as usual. She must be roasting. "Are there m-many w-words that you can mistak-ke for 'Wiz-'". She clamped her hands over her mouth.

He frowned at her. "You shouldn't be so afraid of the name. Wizard."

"Eep!"

Toby, who was just sitting next to them with his line cast into a little stream that flowed into the ocean, looked over with a smooth face. However, I could just see the tiniest twitch in the corner of one closed eye. "What about him? The Wizard?"

"EEP!"

"Apparently," Gill leaned back slightly, "Our dear Molly has picked up on a dark part of our history."

"How?" Toby drew in his line and got ready to cast again.

"That's just it. How? It's certainly not the preferred small-talk topic of this island." He looked like he tapped his chin, hard to tell from the back. "Maybe it was my father? He's such an idiot, after all…No, that's not it. He relates every minute detail of his day every night at dinner, I would've picked that up."

"M-mayb-be one of them out-t there?" Candace pulled one of her arms from her knees to point out to the water.

Gill shook his head. "No. Where's the motivation? Same goes for our elders. Basically, everyone we know!"

"Ch-Cha-Chase?" Candace stuttered. "As a w-way to scare her off th-the island? Make her l-leave?"

Gill crossed his arms and straightened his posture, gazing out at the lapping waves. "Chase is the last person on this entire planet to talk about that incident, as you full-well know. Out of all of us, he was probably the most deeply affected." He slouched a bit despite consciously trying to maintain good posture. "Of course, I can see your perspective…I've never seen him antagonize anyone as badly as Molly." He sighed, obviously deep in thought. "I wonder if it's because she reminds him of-"

"Sorry to interrupt." Toby said, "But the subject of this conversation is sitting right behind us."

"………" Waaaaait a second. I froze for a moment, still trying to process what I'd just heard. The train was still boarding at the station, if you will.

It finally hit me the very second before Candace and Gill turned to look at me, the first with genuine surprise and the second with an Arctic stare. "…Toby?" Gill said steadily, still looking at me. "…How long…did you know that she was there…?"

The lazy boy shrugged with a slight smile and returned to his fishing.

I rolled back onto my haunches and continued my deer-in-the-headlights impersonation. I was quite good at it too, if I do say so myself. Finally, I managed a lopsided grin. "H-…hey?"

Candace: "…"

Gill: "…"

Toby: "Zzzzzzz…" He adjusted his huge hat over his face and issued another snore. How did he fall asleep so fast? He could give Garfield the comic-strip cat a run for his lasagna.

Candace was the first to break the silence. "H-hey, Molly! How a-are you d-doing t-tod-d-day?" It was obvious that she was trying to maneuver my mind away from what I'd just heard.

Gill just stared with a blank face.

Okay, I'll play along. But only because I didn't want them to ask how I'd heard of the Wizard. I crawled out and sat out in the open before them. "I'd b-be a whole lot better if it was cooler out. You?"

She shrugged. "The s-same." She blinked at me, leaning forward, "But don't w-worry ab-bout the heat. It's supposed t-to get r-r-really nice in time for t-tonight!"

"…Tonight?"

"It's th-the Firefly Fest-t-tival. You kn-know, the thing J-Julius has been r-anting on and-d on about these p-p-past few weeks?"

"Oh…Yeah…"

Gill slouched even more, looking miserable, though he tried to hide it behind his usual mask.

"S-so, are y-you c-c-coming?" Candace smiled.

"Oh…No…"

Gill stuck his hands in his pockets and turned his face uncomfortably to the side, away from me. I could tell that the red that covered his whole face wasn't just sunburn.

"Wha~a~a~a~a~a~at?" Julius and Luna popped up behind them, mouths wide. "Not on your sweet but painfully dull life!" And with that, they snatched me and dragged me off.

- - -

There has got to be something in the Constitution about this…

I didn't even fight it. I was too tired. Let them have their fun, I thought wryly as Luna forced me into that dress Candace gave me before.

But didn't they think that the sparkly eye shadow was pushing it? I ground my teeth as Julius brushed off my complaints and started swabbing it on my lids.

So, in conclusion…of course not.

I went into zombie-mode, my eyes on screensaver. While Julius and Luna fussed with my general appearance, I mostly contemplated what I'd picked up while I'd eavesdropped on Gill and Candace. What was that whole thing with Chase about anyway? I reminded him of who? And will anyone tell me what "the Incident" was, big quotation marks and all? I hated being stringed along, and this stringing has been strung far too long!

Anyway, when I finally came out of my reverie…

I was somehow already next to the river, holding a blue paper thing in my hand. "W-wh-wha-?"

"Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying?" Luna chimed next to me. "You've been soooo spacey lately, Moll'!" I shook my head in a stupid attempt to clear it, feeling something small-but-hard whap against my temple. Luna smacked my hand as it went up to investigate it. "No!" she admonished as if I were a child. "Don't you dare ruin the hair that we worked so hard on! I swear, your hair is so un-malleable, it isn't even funny!"

I sighed and looked down into the water lapping at my feet. By the light of the paper lanterns hanging at the booths, I could sorta make out what had happened to me as my mind had wandered.

"Wow…" I said, sort of pleasantly surprised. However, my voice came out robotic and gravelly.

Julius threw his arms around my shoulders. "Am I not a genius?? I could just eat you all up, my dear!" He coughed and let go. "If I do say so myself. But don't tell Candy I said that, please. Wouldn't want the love of my life thinking that I'm unfaithful, which I am not, B T W!"

"Gotcha." I faked a smile and adjusted the lightning-bug clip in my curled hair.

"WAHHH!" Both Julius and Luna grabbed the offending hand. "No touchy-touchy!"

"…Gotcha."

"Don't you two think that you're fighting a losing battle?" Gill came up behind us with a blue paper thingy just like mine. "She'll never not mess with her hair. It's one of her unbreakable habits."

I looked back, more than a little apprehensive to see his expression, but was happy to see one side of his mouth quirk up in a warm-by-Gill-standards smile. "Y-you listen to the boy, he's full of wise-ness. Knows of what he speaks." This time, my smile wasn't as fake as Selena's…eyelashes.

"Oh, Gill!" Luna murmured, eyes fluttering in what she probably hoped was seductively. "I was hoping to see you here!"

"Had to come. Father wouldn't let me hear the end of it when I said I wasn't." He checked his watch. "When is this over with?"

Luna frowned – I guess that wasn't the response that she wanted? – and walked off after Julius, who was monologue-ing with (to?) Candace.

We were both quiet for a while, both staring off in different directions. Finally Gill gave a great big sigh and turned to me. "I'm sorry for causing you any…inconvenience, Molly. Any way I can make it up?"

I felt my face light up all over again. I stroked my chin in gaudy-thoughtfulness. "Welllll, there are a couple of thing's…"

He nodded. "Fire away."

"Okay, number one. What's this?" I held up my blue paper thing.

He regarded it coolly, then snickered. "Isn't it obvious? It's a lantern!" I blinked at it in wonder as he continued on. "Wow, are you sure that you aren't blonde under all those big red-brown curls?"

"Sh-shush, lemon-head." I waved at him with my lantern. It just fluttered in the night breeze, the uselessly fragile thing. "Awright, number two! I want a big hug, because I really missed having my best friend around."

He rose his fair eyebrows. "'Best friend?'" He grinned, one that seemed slightly more Luke than Gill, "Hey, I'll take that and run with it any day."

"Just make sure not to ruin my precious hair." I joked as we hugged. "And finally, number three…I'll bring that up at a better time, 'kay? This isn't exactly the best setting for it."

A ghost of suspicion crossed his face. "Really? What is-"

"Gilligan!!" Mayor Hamilton came up and grabbed his son, wrapping his arm around his bony shoulders. "Isn't this wonderful!? A perfect night, couldn't have asked for anything better! Ah!" His little eyes positively lit up like fireworks when he saw me. "And if it isn't Good-Golly-Miss-Molly! How beautiful you are tonight! A goddess among mortals!"

"…" Are you sure that you've been eating enough carrots? Your eyesight's going bad. I thought that the amount of makeup I felt on my face qualified me more as a 'toddler who got a-hold of Mommy's makeup kit' than a goddess. But hey, you don't mess with the mayor. Besides, I'm just not accustomed to make-up, maybe it wasn't as clownish as I thought? It's hard to tell with Fashionista-Thing-1 and -2.

Hamilton then launched into a huge speech to Gill, complete with un-needed, gaudy, extravagant gestures.

Suddenly, I felt something. Just the tiniest pull in my semi-conscious. I looked over, up the hill. You know, the one that led into Fugue Forest? … Yeah, that one.

Finn twisted his head back and forth, alternating rapidly between my face and where it was staring at in the distance. "Molly…"

I glanced back to see if anyone had felt it too, that little tug in the gut. But it didn't look that way. Maya was shoving firefly-shaped cookies in her mouth without a care. Dr. Jin and Anissa were examining some water-lilies that floated near the water mill, discussing if there were any healing properties to them. Renee was showing Toby the little rabbit that usually hanged around here. That quiet preacher-boy…Perry?...was staring off into the horizon thoughtfully. Bo and Taylor and Chloe sat off to the side chatting and laughing. Chase was actually here too, leaning against the fence, clutching an orange lantern and glaring off into the orange sunset, his purple eyes fiery and…sad? Nah, I was probably just imagining it. Other people had coupled off and were standing around, talking about whatever. Gill and his father were in a big discussion that didn't look like it would end soon.

So I silently glided off, taking off my black ballet flats for stealth. Which actually doesn't make any sense. Wouldn't you notice someone who was obviously trying not to be caught, walking on the balls of their feet, shoes in hand, shoulders tense, wincing at every crackle of grass?

Thankfully, though, I wasn't noticed. Remember, this is a romantic festival – People were too busy ogling each other to take a good look around.

Kinda wish I had somebody ogling me

…No. Scratch that. Forget I ever thought that. You saw nothing, capishe?

I padded up the hill, feeling the mysterious pull getting stronger and stronger with each step. I pressed on, trying to ignore Finn's incessant nagging. "Dude, calm down. You're such a worry-wart! You make me look like a daredevil!"

He clung to me, little body shivering a little despite the warm summer air. "I dunno, Molly, I just don't have a good feeling about this! Something about this situation doesn't…feel…right…"

I looked around. Everything seemed fine to me. But appearances can be deceiving… "Great, now you're affecting me wi-ith your scared-y-ness." I said to Finn, voice cracking once.

"I certainly hope so," came the way-too-deep-voiced answer.

- - -

"I certainly hope so," came the way-too-deep-voiced answer.

I froze, too afraid to look, too afraid to acknowledge, too afraid to understand…

And too afraid to scream.

I felt one of his steely arms catch both of mine. "AH!" I yelped before he clamped a rough hand over my mouth. "There are so many amazing things to do with the human mouth…" I felt him breathe in my ear, "Why waste it on yelling for help?"

I trembled uncontrollably. Help…Someone help…Oh no…Oh please…

Finn went wild, buzzing and flying, my faithful little sprite. "Oh no you don't you let go of her right this instant or else I'll beat you to a pulp I'll make you wish you were never born I'll make you beg for mercy don't you dare hurt her you PERVERT!" He screamed, and I could just barely hear him thudding against Owen again and again. But for all the heart and effort that he put into it, he was still only a few ounces, still only inches high. And that just wasn't going to do squat against the not-so-friendly-giant.

He grunted and repositioned me so that I was still caught and gagged, but that he had a free hand to wave about. Adrenaline coursing through me like bravery-inducing fire, I bit the hand and coughed out, "Finn! Magic!" I took a deeper breath to scream, but was quickly silenced again.

"What're you, nuts??"

"Mpht-aghank-ka!" I looked behind him to see Finn starting to glow slightly, gathering his powers. That's right…but please hurry up!

"What?" He grinned, obviously enjoying my fear. He drew back his hand – probably to slap me – but instead hit Finn, who crashed into one of the forest's trees and flunked face-down into the sparse grass.

I thrashed back and forth, trying to rush to him. Was he okay?? He sure as heck was not, he was just rammed into inflexible and rough bark! Oh…no no no, not Finny! Help! Dear Goddess, somebody help!

Tears sprang up in my eyes, blurring the devil's face. "Hm. I wonder if I hit a bat or something…Cool! I'll have to find it in the morning!" He grinned again, that same wolfy smile, all teeth and no sincerity. No warmth. No mercy. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes…" He stroked my jaw with his thumb, back…and forth…back…and forth…Almost hypnotically. I almost didn't notice that he was slowly dragging me into the forest…Almost.

He shoved something nasty in my mouth, gagging me with a dirty rag that tasted a lot like charcoal and oil. I felt a stab of pain, looking down to see a piece of twine had been tightly knotted around my left wrist. I saw him tie the other end around a sturdy branch that was pretty high above my head, then double-knot it, then triple. "Can't take any chances, right? Can't have you escaping, blabbing off to everyone, including my serious girlfriend. Kathy already doesn't like you…Thinks that you're out to steal me away from her…" He shoved his nose into my soft neck, prodding it like a wolverine does to its kill before digging in. "Stupid…All girls are…But at least they're good for something…"

I struggled as he started messing with my dress, playing with the soft fabric. At least he wasn't doing anything yet…

But the threat was evident, ominously approaching, seemingly unstoppable. As if to prove this point, he lightly kissed the tip of my nose, then promptly knocked me on the back of the head with a stray branch. Black spots exploded in my vision, making the night even darker.

Why do predators have to play with their prey?

My entire body went into overdrive, starting with my brain, though it was really fuzzy from the assault of adrenaline and red-alert hormones and tree branches. Everything was on fire, everything was charged with potent electric power. HELP! HELP ME! DEAR GODDESS! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY! OH NO NO NO NO NOOOO!

Suddenly, there was even more electricity in the air than even I could generate inside myself.

And what did I do? Why, I fainted from the sheer shock of it all.

* * *

"…Molly!"

My eyelids fluttered.

"MOLLY!"

I lifted my head up, looking up.

There was a figure curled up on the ground. I slowly but surely realized that it was Owen. My instincts immediately told me what that meant: He was out of commission! Escape! Escape!

My already clumsy fingers stumbled around the tight knots on the tree branch. It was just so high…

I gasped when I heard a moan. My antagonist was coming to – he slowly sat up, still confused and wobbly.

I redoubled my efforts with the twine, not even caring how it rubbed my skin raw wherever they came into contact.

Finally, miraculously, it came undone. But not even after I took two steps towards freedom, he caught me again. "Where do you think you're going, my little doll…?"

I struggled – guess that I still haven't gotten it through my head that there was absolutely no chance of escape when it came to this monster – but it became half-hearted and weak as that last thought started to dawn on me.

I was just…so…tired…of it all. Maybe I should just give up. Give in. Let it be over with. Let it be done. Then pick up all the pieces that I could manage to hold and live on…

"No! Don't you dare give up!"

My eyes snapped open, my heart stopped. "Mgtck??" No…it couldn't be!

And yet, there he was. Disguised in a huge black shroud, but it was him nonetheless. Shifting back and forth at the entrance of the forest, pacing, staring in with an intensity that I'd never seen before. His hands glowed, his eyes glowed, even his skin and white hair. Everything about him was charged with something almost tangible. Powerful. But for some reason, neither he nor his magic seemed to gain entrance into the forest, though he seemed to be trying with everything he had.

"I can't…get…in. You need to get out here, Molly, then I can protect you!"

"What. Is. Your. Major. Malfunction??" Owen grunted as I struggled with all the more fervor. I twisted, I turned, I punched, I kicked. I tried to be strategic about it, but I honestly could hardly remember to breath, let alone where weak points were.

Thankfully, there was one universally-known weak spot that every girl remembers, no matter how dire the situation. I swung my foot around and swiftly kicked at him in that area.

And suddenly, I was free.

I sprinted. I ran for all that I was worth and more. I ran for life. I ran for freedom. I ran for safety. I might have even ran for lo-

And I tripped just short of the exit, my fingertips centimeters from Wizard's, my right ankle on fire.

I couldn't help it; I just had to look back. And what I saw was Owen towering right above me, frowning down. He pressed his boot firmly into the small of my back.

He looked up and stared at the Wizard. "Who the hell are you?"

"O-oh…" I was surprised to hear the crackly rasp of an elderly man leave Wizard's hood. "I am me-erely an old sto-ry tel-ler. May I ask who the-e he-ell you are?"

He sneered, "The last thing you'll ever see in your worthless life."

And then he punched at Wizard.

- - -

"Nhkoh!" I screeched into my gag as Owen's right fist went right for Wizard's hooded face.

But before it could connect with it's target, he caught it in a glowing hand, stopping it entirely. "You…shouldn't have done that…" he said dangerously, now in his regular voice.

Owen's eyes widened in surprise and…fear? "N-no! You've g-go-ot it a-all wro-o-ong!"

"…Really…shouldn't…have…done…that…"


Wahhh, I feel horrible! I promised you guys more "Mizzy" and there's hardly any "Wizzy" in the "Mizzy"! It's more like just "M" or even *shudders* "Mowen"! ARRRRG!

Which is why I decided to wait to update this until I had the next chapter done too. I simply can't leave it on such a horrible note! You people deserve better!

Maybe I should rate this story "Mature" because of this chapter? I'm pretty sure that this is as…bad…as it gets (I think). I dunno, I don't think I will unless it gets called for with a passion. I never knew that I could ever write something as serious and scary as that, and so easily, too. …It's scaring me… :(

Anyway! Please review! I love them very much, no matter what they say! I'm kinda afraid to say this, but I'll even accept constructive criticism! Emphasis on constructive. See, I did it again. Constructive. As in: No flames. I haven't gotten any yet, but I have a feeling with this chapter…I just don't like it, tho I feel that it's crucial. It was a scene that I've been intending on since I started this. (See, you need a big bad dragon with princess-toasting breath before the shining knight can ride in and make everything all happily-ever-after…-ish…)

So…anyway…no flames, please! Capishe? Capishe. (I love saying that, and I don't even know how to spell it! Capishe capishe!)