Hello once again. Ty practically writes herself but I wish she would chill out sometimes.

Just a little bit out there: Retrieving the Egg Part 2

"Hi again," Both Twilly and Valencia are startled by my greeting. Valencia had been leaning on the statue again with Twilly sitting on her shoulder. They had been engrossed in some sort of hushed conversation before I stepped in. "I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" I ask bluntly.

"…Yes. You just sort of snuck up on us." Valencia answers, laughing nervously. "Did you get the egg?" She ventures.

"No, but I'll get it soon. I just need to ask you something,"

"And what might that be?" Valencia asks, somewhat uneasily.

"A particularly giant vulture with four red eyes took the egg before I could get to it," I begin, scowling. "Do you know anything about it?" I snap before I could stop myself. Valencia, taken aback by my bark, looks back at Twilly with an enquiring expression before she responds to my question.

"Sure I do; it was probably a vultragon. They're wretched scavengers that steal and eat each other's eggs. Their eggs look very similar to dragon eggs. If it was a big as you say, then it's probably the Ultra-Vultragon. He lives at the top of Mt. Moordor."

"So what kind of place is this Mt. Moordor?" I ask snappily. Twilly was examining me worriedly.

"Moordor? It's a deadly mountain of treasure and the bane of door to door salesmen everywhere," she chuckles, trailing off when she notices that my serious posture hadn't changed. "Yes…a huge vultragon lives at the top. It's in the area so that vultragon was probably the one that took the egg."

"Where is it?"

"How about I show you this time," Valencia offers and Twilly nods in agreement. "But I think it'll be better if we do that tomorrow. It actually is going to get dark this time." She was right. The sun was setting over the horizon and had dyed the sky a soft orange.

"You did a bunch already Ty," Twilly adds. "Maybe it's time for a rest."

"Not happening," I say, resolute. "Like I said, I already dallied for too long and something might happen to it if I just stand around. I'll track it down myself if I have to."

"Well if you're that enthusiastic, then we should hurry on." she concedes.

"No. Don't come,"

"What?" she says, surprised.

"I want to handle this one alone. I just…I don't mean to be rude but…" I try to explain. "I just want to fight this one by myself. Privately if you will."

"Could you elaborate a bit more," Valencia asks, becoming a bit irritated. I guess I'm coming off as rude.

"I'm sorry, it's just that…" I really don't want you to see me fight that thing. I need alone time. I really need to go crazy for this one. "I don't really want to…" I trail off. Valencia raises an eyebrow at my attempted explanation and tries to question me further but Twilly stops her.

"It's okay Ty. We understand." Twilly assures me. Valencia obviously still wanted a straight answer but Twilly shook his head at her and whispers something into her ear. Whatever he said, Valencia gives in and pulls out another piece of parchment and starts writing. This is suspicious as hell but I can deal with this later. I need to go salvage my pride.

"I'll get it back this time," I say to Valencia and Twilly as she passes the directions to me once again.

"Here, let Twillies heal you." I think it over for a second and shake my head.

"No thanks Twilly. I only have a couple of scratches here and there. Nothing bad," I say, subtly covering up the small puncture wound on my side. "Heck, I can use them as another motivator to take down that thing."

"Ummm okay…sure. But please be careful,"

"Of course. Now, I'll be seeing you guys later."

"It'll be easy," Valencia promises. "All she needs to do is just simply walk in."

"A salesman's nightmare huh," Looking at the mountains of trash here, one could mistake it for the sneevil dumpsite. It was close but just as out of the way as the dumpsite but according to Valcencia's directions "It looks like the dumpsite but it isn't. Sure there are hills and hills of books, weapons and other miscellaneous things but there is a difference. There weren't any valuables at the dumpsite because I took them all, everything here is just trash. And the layout's different too." Then she doodled a cat with a bag of gold. "And another thing. Since it's getting late, maybe the vultragons will be asleep. Or they might be nocturnal. I'm not actually sure. Maybe you'll get lucky." Not likely. "You may also be wondering why there are doors just standing around there. Me too. I would tell you the quickest way to the top through those doors but I didn't memorize it. You can probably just test all of the routes out. You'll get there eventually."

Alright, the sun had just barely gone sunk into the horizon so there's still some light out, that means the vultragon might still be awake, at the least if I could finish this fast, I could keep Twilly and Valencia from waiting and get this over with. I could even see where the thieving vultragon was. It was perched on its nest on top of a high cliff that hung amidst the mounds of garbage. I couldn't see a clear path to the nest but judging from the directions, it had something to do with the doors that were hanging around. I was standing in front of the only door that was on the ground. Cautiously, I open the door and peek through. A smaller vultragon stares back at me through the opening and I quickly shut the door.

"So they're magical dimensional doors." I say to myself. "Random…but that's okay I can work with that. One of them has to lead to the big guy, right?" I look back up to the ultra vultragon's nest again and luckily, I spotted a purple doorway a few meters behind the beast. "Right. Onward then." I take out my sword and clasp the doorknob, preparing to charge in.

"One…two…three!" I yell, swinging open the door and stabbing into the vultragon. The bird squawks before I fling it off the ledge that the door transported me to. Without a pause, I swing open the next door and jump in and stab into another vultragon. If I'm quick, I can just find the ultra vultragon nest, get the egg and leave.

I open door after door, crunching bits of trash underfoot, but I couldn't find the nest. Actually, I didn't find any other vultragons besides the last two that were now on the ground waiting to become someone else's dinner.

"Wait a sec," I say out loud. I stop for a moment to examine my surroundings and sure enough, I was on the same ledge that I was on before. I must have been going in circles.

"Is there another door?" I mumble before noticing a green door positioned a few meters away. I hadn't spotted it in my hastiness. An angry squawk jolts me out of my thoughts and I look up to find probably ten of those ugly birds perching on the other ledges and hills of trash. They were looking down at me with murder in their eyes.

"Oh, hi there. I'll just be leaving now," I squeak nervously, pushing open the door and coming face to face with one of them. I froze on the spot, not wanting to set them off. The vultragon in front of me was analyzing me, perhaps wanting to leave me alone. Predators don't attack if they think it'll be too much trouble right? As if answering my question, the thing screeches at me and the others follow suit. The bird launches itself at me, claws outstretched. I jump back through the door and slam it on the vultragon just as it's about to get me. It lets out a pained cry as its bones break and it falls to the ground, twitching.

"How'd you like that bird brain?" I yell, trampling on it as I go back through the door. Two of its friends were on me the moment I stepped through. They flew at me, claws stretching out towards me. I slash the first one down but the other digs its claws into the unprotected parts on my side where my the puncture wound was. I scream something probably profane and grab its neck just as it's about to peck me in my eye. The bird was almost as big as me and I could hardly wrap my hand around its neck but I manage to rip it off of me. It struggles, flapping its huge wings, but I keep an iron grip on it and drag it through the next door with me. Just as I'm through the door, the other seven swoop down to me in a mess of feathers and sharp beaks aimed at one tiny goal. Without thinking, I shield myself with the choking bird and one of the faster ones sinks its claws into it and getting stuck. Their shrieks are deafening. I immediately throw them the ledge before stabbing another and lobbing it down on the ground.

"Ha! Gotcha you little bastard," I say, before another two blindside me. We all go flying over the side of the ledge and I grab wildly at the two of them. Randomly flailing somehow worked and I grabbed on to both of them. Using them as a cushion, I fall on to the ground without breaking a bone. It wasn't a long fall but it was enough to probably rupture an organ or something. My back felt like it shattered from the impact. The rest of me just felt like they got ran over by a boveox or whatever you call those green cows. The fall was also long enough to turn the birds into mush or something resembling it.

"Oh..oh…my god. I think there's a claw stuck in my spine," I gurgle, dizzy. I think I squeezed their guts out of them. That's sort of gross I guess…is the ground supposed to look oruple? Another squawk grabs my attention and I make out the shape of the group of remaining vultragons.

"Hey, are you sure you want to keep fighting," I half yell half slur at them, picking up one of the dead vultragons while still a bit disoriented. "Look at me! I was a dumbass bird who decided to piss this freak off and look at me now! I'm an empty toothpaste tube! Derpaderpaderp," I was using the corpse as a puppet or some sort of crazy shit that I will so regret later. I flap the dead bird's wings and wave it around, flinging bits of meat off with the motion. The others only needed to see five seconds of the outburst before deciding to leave.

"Hee hee," Once their shapes disappear into the coming night, I wobbly get up, abandoning the bird corpse and go to retrieve my sword which had fallen nearby. Wordlessly, I make my way back through the doors and found myself stepping through purple double doors and standing just a few meters from the ultra vultragon. It was snoozing on its nest that sat on a cylindrical rock that came up to my neck height.

Pulling out the healing potion from my bag, I down its contents before tossing it at the vultragon. Bullseye, it smashes right on the bird's head. The monster, rudely awaken from its sleep, turns its attention to me. Screeching, it spreads its wings and hops onto the side on the nest giving me a view of the egg…eggs.

"I see you've been busy. Six eggs…I'll just take them all and figure it out later," I taunt, getting ready to attack.

"Kreeow! Kreeow!"

"You can shut the hell up! You're the one whole stole the egg in the first egg. You probably stole all of those! No mistakes this time. I'm taking all of those eggs and getting out as fast as possible."

"Kreeow! Kreeow!"

"GIVE ME THE EGG!"

The vultragon launches into the air, flying straight up before diving towards me. Prepared this time, I throw two knives. The first one aimed for the head, the other at a wing. The bird deflects the first, knocking it away, but the other hits its mark and sticks in. The bird hardly falters though and keeps diving. I prepare to slash at it when it's about to hit me but at the last second, it swerves around me to grab me. On reflex, I jump away but it's able to graze me and makes scratches on the unarmored areas of my back. I strain to keep myself from crying out. Stumbling forward, I decide to change my strategy.

The bird flew up again, getting ready to swoop down on me. As it was doing that, I sprint to the vultragons nest, hoping to get its attention. An enraged call tells me that I did and I quickly duck behind the nest just as it flies over me. I crouch behind the nest facing the cliff as the vultragon circles back. I was only maybe three meters away and it's a long fall from here. I could probably survive, just minus the ability to walk for a few months.

"C'mon, dive for me again." I mutter, watching the vultragon hover in the air glaring back. My knife was still in its wing. It's not affecting the vultragon's flight at all.

The vultragon suddenly shrieks and shoots down towards me like an arrow. Claws stretching out, it aims to grab me but I don't budge. Instead, I sheath my sword and get ready. When it flies in close enough, I jump at it, leaping between its legs and colliding with its body. I knock it backwards down onto the ground, inches away from the edge of the cliff. I fight with the bird to keep it from throwing me off and grasp around to try to grab on to my knife that's still set in its wing, ripping off handfuls of feathers when I missed. Just as I brush the tip the hilt, one of the vultragon's talons latches my armor and tries to fling me away. Clutching its feathers as it jerks its leg around, I drag myself up to fully grasp the hilt and dig it deeper into the meat of its wing. The vultragon shrieks in pain and anger and finally tears me off of itself, ripping open its own wing and tearing out a good portion of its feathers in the process. I didn't go far; the feeling of my knife cutting through its wing surprised it enough to stop mid throw but was enough to get me out of its clutches and landing on the ground just in front of it. I immediately jump back onto my feet when I'm free, knife still in hand, and push the vultragon off of the cliff using all of the strength that I had left. The vultragon has no time to fight back and it plummets down into the piles of trash below, screeching the whole way.

Lady Luck was giving me another break again. Somehow, the vultragon had missed all of the nearby piles of trash and had instead crashed into the bare ground that sat between them. Though deprived of a somewhat softer landing, the monster was still alive.

"Not for long though," I smile down on the flailing creature struggling to fly despite its torn up wing and probably more than a few broken bones. "Hope you like getting picked off by your own kind. Who knows, maybe it'll be scavenging wolves that get you. It'll be faster wouldn't it?" I laugh, literally looking down on the hobbling scavenger. "Seems like the monster triumphs again…" And this whole thing is why I asked Valencia to stay back.

Suddenly remembering why I was here in the first place, I rush back to the nest and grab a hold on to the eggs.

"Finally," I sigh, hugging the clutch of eggs. "I'm not sure which one of you guys is the dragon egg but I'll just take all of you back and find out later." Hurriedly, I begin to place them into my bag. "Till then I'll make sure to keep you safe. All six of-" My heart gets caught in my throat when I accidently back hand the last egg off of the nest. "aw-aw-aw…all five of you." I leave the cliff and the dumpsite as quickly as possible, not bothering to look where the egg broke open.

"Ty! Ty! You're back!" Twilly greets me cheerily while Valencia raised a hand in greeting. "But why are you all wet?"

"I sort of tripped into a puddle," I lie, without batting an eye. I didn't want to come back covered in bird guts and feathers so I "borrowed" a traveler's bucket and went to a nearby river to clean myself up. Getting the bucket was easy; it was dark now so the guy on the wagon didn't even realize there was anyone around. Getting water from the river on the other hand…bleah. Took me a while before I even worked up the courage to get near the edge let alone scoop three buckets of water out. Couldn't imagine actually getting into the thing. "I'm sorry I'm so late but I finally got you the egg!"

"Let's see! Let's see!" Twilly chirps excitedly.

"The thing is…I got you five." Twilly looks back at me confused for a moment before I take all five of the eggs out a lay them carefully on the ground. "The vultragon had si-five eggs but they all look the same to me. I was wondering if you or Valencia could tell the difference." Twilly shook his head and looked to Valencia who was quiet the entire time. She had been gazing at me intently, like she was seeing me for the first time again. "umm…Valencia?"

"Oh! Yes, ah…" She kneels and scrutinizes each egg, looking for anything that could tell her which one was the dragon egg. Having picked up each one and examining them twice over, she sighs disappointedly and looks up sadly. "All five of these eggs are identical. I can't tell any of them apart. I can't help you any more than that."

"That's perfectly fine!" I tell her quickly. "You've done more than enough for us! At the least we know we have the egg."

"Hmmmmmm…I know!" Twilly chirps suddenly. "Warlic! He's a powerful mage. He can use magic to help you." So this one favor turned into a wild goose chase. Typical, really.

"Would he be awake at this time?"

"I don't really think Warlic even sleeps." Good enough.

"I guess we'll be on our way then," I say, putting the eggs away again. "Thank you for your help Valencia. It was kind of you to lend your time to us." I say, getting up and setting Twilly on my shoulder.

"So polite Ty," She tsks playfully, pinching my cheek. "I'd make fun of you but you're too cute."

"Cute? Me?" I squeak as she releases me. Did I hear her right?

"Funny kid," she teases. "Well, I shouldn't be keeping you. I wish you the best of luck on your journey."

"Thank you," I say, bowing slightly. "But I hardly think this small little excursion counts as a journey."

"Of course," she says quickly. "Now don't be a stranger and come see me again unless…you want me to hunt you down myself. I'm very good at tracking down rarities," she threatens jokingly, winking as Twilly giggles from my shoulder. I hope she was joking.

"I will! You won't need to do that!" I lie. "Well um…bye I guess." I smile awkwardly at her. Like I said. Bad at farewells.

"Take care of yourself." She waves as I head back towards Falconreach with Twilly guiding me. I take a quick look back at her and I realized that her expression had changed. It was as if she was appraising a new discovery, marveling at its novelty and wondering what strange things it could do…Damn it.

...

"Okay Twilly, what did you tell her?" I ask the little fuzzy red furball relaxing on my shoulder. There was no one around so it was the best time to ask him.

"What?" he sounds surprised but I could hear his voice shaking.

"Wait, let me rephrase that. What do you know and how much did you tell Robina and Valencia?" I ask again carefully.

"I-I'm not sure what you're talking about," Twilly replies unevenly.

"Sorry Twilly. I remember your outburst back there that Valencia somehow "conveniently" forgot." I stop in my tracks and turn my head to look him in the eyes. "You're a bad liar. I should know. So tell me, what has my father put you up to?"

"Ty…it's not like that. We don't mean to…" he trails off

"Hmmm? So are you admitting something?"

"Ummm…Twillies promised…Not sure how to say this…We don't mean you harm!"

"Oddly specific but I know that. Or well, I can feel that. But why. Why does it have to be me who gets you the egg?"

"ummmm ummmm ummmmm,"

"Twilly," I say sternly. "I meant what I said back there. If you don't tell me now I won't-" I slap my hands over my mouth, feeling suddenly nauseous. My sight was flashing black and white!

"Ty! Ty!" Twilly squeaks out wildly. "What's happening…urk. Twillies doesn't feel so good." He can feel it too. I stagger a few more steps down the path, feeling more and more like someone was squeezing both my head and chest intending to crush them like a walnut. Is it another one of my episodes? But it's too early! Or maybe…

"Twilly! You have to run I-" It was all I could manage before I stumble and trip onto the ground, feeling the blackness swallow me and…instantly vanish. "What in the world…" I mumble, nausea completely gone. I roll on to my back and stare up into the starry sky.

"Ty? Are you okay?" Twilly asks me, laying no too far away. He rolled off of me when I fell I guess. Like me, he was still too stunned to move. I turn my head to look at him and open my mouth to answer but the words get stuck in my throat. Behind Twilly was a big red tent and a man with really pretty silver hair was looking down at us, extremely perplexed. I stare back and blink twice, not sure what to say. "Warlic! How did you know we needed help?" Twilly exclaims when he notices what's behind him.

"You teleported us here?" I ask feeling suspicious of him as I get back on my feet. I've been doing a lot of that lately. It seems like I've gained an infatuation of the ground as of late.

"…I suppose so," he replies, squeezing his staff slightly. What is that supposed to mean? He thinks he did that?

"Ty, this is Warlic," Twilly motions to the man. Dressed in blue robes embellished with either ornamental or magical gems and holding a wooden staff, he seemed like any other senior mage. There was, however, a familiar heavy aura surrounding him and I was tempted to poke at him to see if it would lash out at me.

"You…it is a pleasure to meet you. I hope we haven't disturbed you." I say, relaxing a bit.

"Interesting," Warlic comments offhandedly. I let it slide. "I am Warlic, the Blue mage. How can I help you…," his eyes dart down to Twilly, who must have silently mouthed something. "Warrior.

"I have hunted down a lost dragon egg for the Lady Celestia," I say as formally as I can, unstrapping my bag. "Unfortunately, there were complications and I ended up with five identical eggs. One of them is the dragon egg we can't tell which."

"I see…A dragon egg is not a matter to be taken lightly. Let us be swift with this most…interesting quest. Please step into the tent and tell me more." He requests, turning to enter the tent. I pick Twilly up in my arms and head in after him.

Stepping inside, I find that the interior is much bigger than the outside. Bookshelves and glowing orbs emitting a soft light lined the stone walls and stone pillars held up the wooding ceiling. A long red carpet stretches down all the way to the other side of the room, though it was more of a very long hall. I couldn't even see the end. It reminded me of home.

"Dimensional magic?" I ask, placing my bag on the nearest table.

"In a sense, yes," Warlic says offering me a chair. "The entrance of the tent acts as a portal to my Mage Tower. We pay a little more for the extra dimensions but we thought that it would be worth the rent."

"We?"

"Yes, me and my roommate, Cysero. He's a decent roommate…mostly because he's gone most of the time."

"It's really…wide," I comment, taking a seat. He sighs and nods in agreement. Twilly jumps out of my arms and on to the table, taking a seat on the edge. As I rummage around for the eggs, Twilly quickly tells Warlic some details about what we or mostly what I had to go through to get the egg. He yawns between sentences. Maybe I overworked him.

"It seems like you've had quite an adventure so far."

"That's a nice way to put it," I reply, quickly regretting my words. I take a side glance at Twilly but he didn't seem to mind my words. "Here, let me get the eggs out." One by one, I gently take each of the eggs out and lay them out on the table to let Warlic study them.

"I am going to need a power spell to dispel the illusion." Warlic says after a few seconds.

"There's an illusion? But I don't fe-see anything, I mean."

"It is a very powerful illusion. All dragon eggs in this realm have a natural magic illusion around them that helps protect them. I suppose you would find it harder to…see, especially with this egg. It is much more powerful than any others that I have come across." He explains, searching my expression. Twilly, still seated on the table, starts to kick his legs nervously. He looked like was dying to say something but just stared down into the ground. "I am going to need a spell powerful enough to counter the dragon magic. This might take a while so do feel free to make yourself at home. You can make a snack if you want. I won't be long." He tells me, motioning to a nearby kitchenette.

"Alright then, Twilly and I will wait for you. We're going to continue our chat, aren't we Twilly." I say, looking back at Twilly who swallowed nervously.

"About that…I am going to need Twilly's help."

"You do? Oh um, of course you do! Sorry about leaving you alone but Warlic needs help," Twilly chirps cheerily, hopping down on to the floor.

"What? Then if he's going, let me help you too." I offer quickly, getting out of my seat

"It's quite alright. You must be very tired from tracking down the egg today. You should rest for a while and besides, I wouldn't want to bore you by making you search for books," Warlic says, gently pushing me back down into the chair.

"But I-"

"Come now Twilly," With that, both of them practically jog down the hall, leaving me still seated at the table with the eggs. Well drat. Now what should I do? There's no way I can interrogate Twilly now. I groan in exasperation and decide to get up and read a book or something. Might as well learn a few more things while I'm here. Maybe I should get a few copies of them for my dear siren too.

Getting up from the chair, I look around for an appealing bookshelf (which all looked the same to me) and one of the thinner books catches my eye. Moving to take the book off of its shelf, I accidently bump into the table and one of the eggs falls on to the ground and breaks because I'm an idiot.

"…Oh Shit," I swear, trying to check if the egg was salvageable. "No no no no. Crap. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?" The egg shell had broken at the bottom and the egg white was leaking out. It's okay; it's going to be okay. There's only a one in a five chance that this was the dragon egg and a dragon fetus hadn't popped out so maybe I'm lucky again. But what am I going to say to them when they get back? "Just play it off cool. Just tell them it was an accident and wait…he did say I could make a snack, right?"

...

"Ty…What are you doing?"

"Hi Warlic. I was just making a snack. Do you want some?" I ask him, feigning pleasantness. I was having a heart attack at the moment.

"No thank you, I already had my dinner but is that what I think it is?" He asks me slowly like he was talking to someone holding a knife to his neck.

"Well, I didn't want to take any of your food so I decided that it would be a good idea to use some of my things. I was sort of craving breakfast anyway," I explain shakily, scraping some of the egg out of the skillet and on to one of the three plates that I set up. I take out a fork and sample the egg with a trembling hand. I thought it tasted wonderful but it was most likely because I hadn't eaten all day. "You sure have big pans! I looked in your pots cupboard and I saw it and almost screamed. I mean, they're really big!"

"…This may sound sudden, but by any chance do you have a headache? Perhaps some vision problems?"

"Nope! Feel as right as rain!" I answer, faking cheerfulness as I cut out another piece. "Are you sure you don't want some?"

"No, I assure you, I am quite alright…By any chance, does it taste like honey and mackerel?"

"Hmmm? It taste like a normal egg to me."

"Oh thank Lorithia, it's not the dragon egg." He breathes out, relieved.

"You can tell through taste?"

"Yes but I do not recommend doing a taste test on them,"

"Does that mean that you've found your spell?"

"Unfortunately, no. This magic is incredibly strong," he says, leafing through a book that he had brought back. "We will have to summon a creature that feeds on dragon eggs to dispel the illusion for us. The ancient tome for summoning this creature lies high in my tower, behind a barrier that I cannot pass."

"Like a force field?" I ask, taking another bite of the egg. I wish there was some syrup around; I should drown the egg in syrup. That would be nice.

"Not…exactly. The tome is on Cysero's side of the tower," he explains. "You see, his insane experiments and dirty laundry were driving me nuts, so we painted a yellow line separating his half from mine."

"That doesn't sound like a mature solution," I tease.

"Think so? If you had to fight his magical accidents and enchanted laundry, you would think much differently," He sighs. "I suppose I'm going to need to contact him to get the tome. I am sure that he is out at the moment but if I contact him, he will most likely give me permission to get the tome."

"I could go get it for you," I offer. "It'll be faster and he never said anything about guests not being allowed to cross the line, right?"

"In any other circumstance, I would ask you to go but…perhaps fighting his creations would not be good for your health." He explains, careful not to offend.

"What are you talking about? I am absolutely…wait," I reach behind and feel around my back. My hand clasps on to something that had been stuck in my back for probably the past few hours or so and I yank it out. "So this is what's been giving me a back ache," I say, rolling the somewhat bloody vultragon foot in my hand. "It must have broken off the bird and stuck in after the fall," I laugh quietly. Then a thought came to mind. "I should pickle this."

"…Forgive my forwardness but I think you should lie down for a while,"

"No! I'm fine!" I yell, not meaning to be so loud. "I'm so fine right now, I could probably…probably…" I trail off, staring into space for a bit. "Say, where did Twilly go?"

"…He was tired so I sent him home,"

"You're in on this too."

"Excuse me?" Warlic asks, stepping back slightly.

"All of you…that egg. What is it really?"

"It's a dragon egg and we don't want it to fall into the wrong hands." He answers a bit too fast for my liking.

"I'm going to say that's not the whole story. No one ever tells me the whole story. Why is that?" I chomp on another forkful of egg and stab the fork into the yolk after I'm done.

"Ty maybe-"

"I'm not going to suddenly drop this favor, you know. I'd just like to know why. I'm not an idiot, despite popular belief." The yolk was oozing out and there were still pieces of dirt stuck in the albumen. Egg whites I mean.

"Listen Ty it isn't-"

"I am doing you a favor. I like doing favors. But I despise being used," I continue, crossing my arms and leaning on the edge of the kitchenette. "You sent Twilly away so I wouldn't be able to get answers out of him I'm guessing."

"I think you are over-"

"It smells evil."

"What?"

"That," I state, pointing to one of the eggs on the table nearby. "It smells evil."

"But, that's impossible!" He's about to rush off to check the egg but I grab his bare hand before he can. His eyes widen in surprise and he whips his arm away, fear evident in his expression.

"I guess my father did not mention that I wore gloves to keep me from accidently…well you probably know already. Everyone else probably knows by now."

"…Yes," he confesses, checking his hand. "But only a select few. You can trust us, I promise you."

"Right. So Twilly could go telling whoever he liked and most likely that would have included all of Falconreach if I didn't stay around him the whole time. So, what did my father say that I would do for you? It probably isn't as simple as just retrieving an egg."

"…Ty?"

"Yes," I half growl, my irritation was growing.

"I…please forgive me for this."

"Huh?" Before I could process what he was doing, he had already tapped his staff on my head. The world went black again and the last thing I felt was the slap of the cold stone floor.

Author notes: This is so late. If anyone was ticked off waiting for this. Please forgive me. Life gets in the way a lot.

So just a few things to say…Ty isn't normal if I haven't made it very clear yet. Has a little bit of a violence issue but at this age she can manage it well…sort of. I got my friend Electronelle to read and critique some of my work and so far she thinks Ty is a budding sociopath and has some sick interest in a certain someone. Five guesses to who and the last four don't count. Maybe I made it too obvious. I can tell you, it's going to get worse…depending on your perception of how far you can go before you become obsessive. She's half right I suppose. I don't think Twilly could lie to save his life and I think Warlic knows how to deal with overreacting children…usually.

And to my wonderful reviewer, don't apologize for making reviews. I appreciate that you take time out of your life to read this and comment on it. It motivates me so don't stop now! Also I believe that I'm overusing words like "getting," "awkward," "apparently," and all of the words that describe how the characters talk. I also think that I'm not being descriptive enough but I over think a lot of things and English was never really a strong point of mine. So another question. Is there any confusion about anything? Yes there are a bunch of mysteries that work into the plot but I'd just like your current thoughts if you would please:) I just need a reference to know where the readers who aren't me or my friends (who know the plot details) stand.

Lastly, my dear friend Electronelle drew a great picture of my OCs for me. Ty's on there too but she's twelve in that picture. If you would like, you could go see it at our deviantart account that's listed on my profile. It's titled "You can call it normal." I love it but I love anything that people use as gifts for me. It's a really nice drawing but I bet the picture she drew of Patrick Star will still be more popular.

Till next time.

And just a warning, there is yaoi in some other works and the occassional cat boy so watch out if you aren't into those things.