I want to think Annabeth and Percy rules for reviewing all of my chapters, it's really handy to use as a pointer. You'll be glad to know that I've fixed the line break issues they are now actual lines instead of ...'s . Also, I got my English exam results back yesterday and all of you who were telling me about the commas... you were right. I was putting them in the wrong place. So now that's mostly fixed ( I say mostly because I can't trust myself entirely). Anyway , read and review.

I was still mostly asleep when Dad powered up the airship the next morning. It was a good thing too, otherwise I would have had my breakfast eaten by Komodo, (a threat that mom always used to get me out of bed). I could hear the soft humming of the engines from behind, along with the rumbling of the turbulence from below. I slipped out of bed and looked out of the window to see the clouds lazily rolling across the blue sky. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, throwing the blanket over Komodo (who was asleep at the foot of the bed) to wake the lazy lizard up. I shuffled through the ship trying to find my parents. I wandered down to the bridge to see dad piloting the controls, Fisk lazing around nearby on one of the chairs.

"Hey dad!" I called, trotting over to his seat and looking down on him. He smiled. "Do you know where mom is?"

"I think she's down in the lab," he replied shaking his head "she's still trying to work out what's wrong with your uncle."

"Thanks dad," I said, waving to him as I left to find Mom. Since I had left, komodo had left my room and was prowling the halls in search of any unfortunate insects that had made their way onto the ship. I saw that the doors to the lab were closed, but I walked in anyway and saw her gazing at one of her Sumerian books. I walked up to her and she said good morning to me, smiling as she did so. She then went back to her book, turning the page with a sigh. I put my hand on her shoulder and she jumped slightly. "Are you alright mom," I asked softly. She looked exhausted.

"I'm fine honey, just tired," she replied. "I just don't get it, I can't seem to find any leads to what could have caused this and I'm just as stumped with finding a way to change him back."

"You probably need a break," I advised.

"Your right honey, I suppose I should go and check on your uncle, I bet he thinks that I've left him to starve."

I was a little shocked. "You haven't gone to see him yet."

"Your father and I have been a little busy, I haven't had time to see him yet," she apologised, standing up. "Though I suppose we can go do that now, as we're expected to get back in the next hour, want to come with me kiddo?"

"Sure mom," I said, following her out of the room and back upstairs to the containment area. Fisk and komodo had joined us since and were following us down the hall curiously. I looked up at mom who looked on edge and worried. "Hey mom," she turned to me. "What did you and dad find out about Doyle's condition?"

"Your father and I looked at some of the scales, but we weren't able to find out the cause," we reached the doors to the containment area. "I looked in the Kur books and I found the meanings of some of the markings on Doyle and I'm sure that the Nagas are behind this. The only question now is…"

"How?"

"Exactly."

Mom was about to open the door when Fisk started to whimper, his eyes going wide. I tried to console him but he grabbed me and held me back.

"Hey! Fisk! Put me down! Relax, it's only uncle Doyle in there."

"That's what he's afraid of," mom said, patting him on the arm. "Your uncle is a possible link to Kur and with Fiskerton's duty as a Kur guardian, they might have a few problems with each other." She opened the door fully and we stepped inside but nothing could have prepared us for what we found. There were two huge areas of cracked glass on the pane, two circular impact marks that looked like someone had repetitively smashed their fists against it. Mom looked shocked. She ran forward and looked into the cell. "He's that strong!" I ran forward and looked in and I couldn't believe my eyes either. Doyle was lying on the floor, I assumed he was asleep or unconscious and he looked pretty serene compare to the devastation around him. He was still wearing the cuffs, but the chains had been completely ripped from the wall and lay in rings around him. I also noticed a few scratch marks on the walls and door, indicating that he had tried his absolute hardest to get out. I was surprised that we hadn't heard him at all last night. Mom took out her fire sword and unlocked the door.

"Wait here Zak, I'm gonna see if he's okay," she warned. She crept inside and knelt down beside Doyle, still holding her sword. I watched in both awe and surprise as Doyle sat up and began rubbing his head in pain. I ignored the look mom was giving me and peeked round the door.

"Hey uncle Doyle, are you alright?" I asked him. He smiled, making me shiver as he flashed the ends of his new fangs.

"I could be better Zakman. How's your arm?" His voice sounded a little deeper than I was used to, but he seemed collected at the moment.

"Doyle? Do you remember what you did last night?" Mom asked him. He looked at her funny.

"No. Why? What did…oh," he gawped as he saw the damaged window and the broken chains. He brought his hands up to his face and examined them. All three of us noticed that they weren't at all damaged. "Drew, what exactly is going on?" he asked, seeming very confused. Mom looked confused too.

"I don't know Doyle," mom said simply. "But we need to find a cure for this thing before you get any worse. We have no idea of knowing how much stronger or more dangerous you could get." She seemed very serious and so did Doyle. It was the most serious I had ever seen him since he first met mom. She turned to me. "Zak I'm gonna need you to go and tell your father about what's happened."

"Why me?" I moaned because I didn't want to miss out on any of the action.

"Because I'm gonna stay here and make sure Doyle doesn't change again," she answered.

"Fine," I growled, heading out of the room back towards the bridge. I could feel the airship lowering under my feet and I knew that dad was landing it. By the time I walked in, we had set down in the hangar. He unbuckled and stood up from his seat.

"Hey dad, mom wants to talk to you about Doyle," that was the only way I could explain it. He raised an eyebrow.

"What has he done now?"

"He tried to break out Dad, he smashed the glass and pulled the chains out of the wall." My dad looked like someone had just proved to him that ghosts are real.

"What?!" He almost shouted, "how on earth did he do that?" Then he went running off down the hall. I followed close behind him. He burst through the doors and surveyed the scene in front of him, falling into silence. Mom was still in the cell with Doyle, who was now stood up. He gave dad a look of apology.

"That glass can stop bullets. How did you manage to break it with your bare hands?" He asked, approaching Doyle slowly.

"I wish I knew."

"You don't remember?"

"Nope."

"Do you think you were being controlled?"

"Yep."

My dad looked alarmed. I could tell he was wracking his brain to find an explanation. "All we can do right now is transfer you to a stronger unit and…"

"Doc," Mum cut him off. "We can't just brush this off, we need to find out what's causing this before Doyle's sudden inhuman strength becomes very dangerous."

"I know, I know," he admitted.

I watched as Doyle sighed and hung his head. He looked really guilty, but I had no idea why. Mom and Dad didn't seem to notice as they were too busy debating but he definitely looked more ashamed than afraid.

"Doyle? Is everything alright?" I asked. He looked over at me and shook his head. I felt sorry for him. It's not every day that you start turning into a cryptid for no reason what so ever. My parents eventually took charge and we all left the airship to see if the house would hold any better answers.

After we got indoors, my parents took Doyle straight to the lab to find some clarity. I wasn't allowed in as apparently it was too dangerous, so I watched from the door with Fisk instead. They had Doyle sat down on an examination table, hooked up to several machines (I didn't know what any of them were apart from the heart monitor). Dad was asking him questions like he was running an interview and Mom was recording the readings on the computer. I watched carefully as dad shone a torch in Doyle's eye and then frowned. They all looked just as stunned as I was. After a few minutes mom came over to me and fisk, smiled and then walked out of the room. As Doyle and Dad weren't doing anything interesting I decided to follow her.

"Hey mom, where are you going?"

"Oh! I'm just going to go get some of my Kur books," she answered "do you want to come with me?"

"Why not?" I answered. Fisk also grunted his approval. We followed her down into the west wing of the house and went into the library. She went to the back where she kept all of her old books and began to search around. After a few minutes it became apparent that she couldn't find it. "Can't you find them mom?"

"That's odd, I have no idea where the could've gone," she exclaimed. I tried to think back to the previous and I remembered that I'd seen Doyle carrying some books yesterday. That was odd because Doyle didn't read. Either he had a change of heart after getting crushed by a book case back in the Alexandria library when we were with Abbey, or there was something else he was up to. So I told her.

"I saw Doyle taking some books up to his room yesterday."

"You did? That's funny, Doyle never appealed to me as the kind of person who liked books."

"Rezuruah," Fisk commented, taking a book from one of the shelves and flipping through it. Mom chuckled.

"I might have to check in his room then." We all trailed back upstairs and Mom went in. Fisk and I knew what a death trap Doyle's room could be (having tried to find his concussion grenade storage ourselves) so we stayed back by the door and waited. There was about 2 minutes of shuffling and silence before we heard mom opening what we assumed was one of the storage units in the room. It was swiftly followed by a clatter … and a sound that was a mix between a gasp and a cry. We both rushed in only to see the shocking scene before us. Mom had opened the wardrobe and a bundle of stuff had fallen out. One of these objects was a bag, when it had fallen out the buckle had come undone and I couldn't believe what had dropped out. It was the Nagas relic, fixed and glowing like a light. Mom looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head and roll away. We stood staring for a few seconds before Mom's shock was replaced with boiling anger and she snatched up the bag (now with the relic in) and stormed out of the room. Fisk and I looked at each other. Neither of us had any clue about what just happened. I was mad. Doyle was to blame. He had denied knowing anything the whole time. I realised that was what mom had just guessed and I bolted off down the corridor hoping to catch up with her.

I caught sight of her just as she burst into the lab. By now she was red in the face as she stomped towards Doyle who, along with dad, looked extremely puzzled. She thrust the bag in his face with a yell.

"HOW COULD YOU!? She roared. Doyle, who was still sat on the table, tried to move away from her wrath but was stopped when she grabbed his collar and pulled him in.

"Don't play dumb Doyle! I already know what you've done!"

"I haven't done anything!" He cried defensively. I knew that was a lie. Mom did too and she wasn't impressed at all.

"Oh yes you have! Don't try and lie to me!" I had never seen her so angry. Not even at Van Rook. Dad seemed to pick up on this and he rounded on Doyle too.

"Is it so difficult for you to listen to someone for a change? I warned you! I warned you that thing was dangerous and you ignored me! Now look what you've done to yourself!" Doyle's eyes widened and he seemed to have a moment of panic whilst Dad did the same thing, only out of realisation this time. Mom took the bag and opened it, the relic fell out onto the floor and Doyle looked like someone who had just been told their dog had died. Dad looked like he was going to explode. Nobody said anything for about a minute or so. Doyle was the first to speak but his voice was quiet and squeaky, nobody heard him at first and that only made my parents angrier.

"I'm sorry" was all he could say in his shamed, submissive state.

"Sorry? Is that all you can say Doyle", Mom asked, glaring at him as if she could see straight through him. He didn't even try to defend himself, he just sat there, afraid to meet their gaze.

"I-I messed up okay? I didn't mean…" he was cut off by dad's raging temper.

"You messed up!? You put as all in danger! And what about Zak? You could've killed him! He was lucky to get away with only a broken arm," he yelled, right in Doyle's face.

"Look, I was trying to help I-I didn't know that this would happen!"

"I told you about the risks! Why are you so reckless and ignorant?!" Mom cried. Doyle bowed his head, looking dejected. "Let's just hope I can stop this thing that's gotten into you." That was the last thing that mom said. After that she took the relic and left, to where I didn't know and it became a very awkward situation. Dad looked like he wanted to beat Doyle to a pulp. Doyle looked like he knew about it and Fisk, well Fisk had run out of the room as soon as Doyle had looked his way. Doyle got up and began to walk away, it was fairly clear that he'd had enough of this standoff. Dad moved as quick as lightning to block him. Dad was slightly bigger than Doyle and he had the advantage. To my surprise, Doyle tried to sidestep him but dad matched his step, standing a few inches taller.

"Where do you think you're going Doyle?" He asked angrily.

"Away from you," he barely mumbled. Dad growled and pointed behind Doyle to the exit, "unless it's a cell you have in mind I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Doyle paused for a moment and then muttered something under his breath, "fine."

I decided to leave Doyle and dad to their standoff and find mom instead. I found her in the living room, sat down on the sofa in silence.

"Mom are you okay?" I asked. I felt really bad for her.

"I'm fine. Just angry is all," she replied through gritted teeth.

"None of us could have known he was doing that mom," I said trying to comfort her.

"I really thought he'd changed his ways," she sighed.

"So did I mom. I don't think he meant for this to happen though."

"Of course he didn't, but it's his own fault. He brought this upon himself Zak."

"Do you think you can change him back?"

"Maybe. It's just too early to say. There isn't any medical cure for it that's for sure. We might end up having to find the Nagas for ourselves to sort this out," She sighed. "Your father really wants to get back onto the Kur leads we have too." I sat down on the sofa next to her along with Fisk. She ruffled my hair and tickled Fiskerton who began to purr. About half an hour later dad came back in, he looked stressed out. He had a cup of what I assumed was coffee in his hand. He walked over and handed it to mom. She took a sip and gave him a momentary grin of thanks.

"I took care of your brother," he said, "he isn't going anywhere."

"I'm going to beat him senseless," mom stated, taking a deep breath.

"Now we're even farther behind," dad started.

"I know honey, I know. I'm going to go analyse the relic soon. I'm just trying to clear my head."

"Take all the time you need, Doyle isn't going anywhere. He's behind titanium bars this time, there's no way he's getting out." Dad moved to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Mom and I asked in sync.

"To do some repairs on the airship after the chaos that happened yesterday," he replied.

"Good idea, I'll go with you," Mom decided, getting up and leaving the room with him. I shook my head and turned to Fisk who tilted his furry head in worry.

"Do you think Doyle will change anymore Fisk? I mean he's still getting scalier," I paused "and more aggressive."

"Duzzurarah!" he cried, baring his teeth and making swiping actions with his hands.

"Yeah, I think so too."