The very next day I was rudely woken by someone poking my arm and as I opened one eye I found Lance grinning down at me. I closed my eye and tried to go back to sleep but Lance just kept poking my arm until I groaned and opein both of my eyes I sat up.

"Okay what do you want?" I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes and he thrust a game console in front of me.

"Want to play Battleground dragon?" He asked and I wanted to say no but he was giving me the puppy dog eyes and I just couldn't be mean. Sighing I nodded and he grinned handing over the game. Of course I had never played a game before, at least I think so anyway, so he showed me what to do and I made a pretty good first attempt. Or at least that's what Lance told me anyway though I knew he was just being nice. Pretty soon Artha walked in wondering where his brother had disapperaed too and once he saw me palying the video game he chuckled. "Hey Artha." Lance called and I looked up for a moment which caused me to get a game over. "Heh oops." He added and I just giggled.

"So he roped you in huh?" Artha asked as he sat next to me and I grinned feeling better.

"Its cool. Where is everyone?" I asked as Lance took the game from me and started playing again. "Its been pretty quiet."

"Parmon's figuring out what gear we need for the next race and Kitt's helping him. How's the head?" Artha asked and I shrugged my head still a little painful.

"Its still hurts but I have a pretty hard head." I answered and once he saw me looking towards the entrance of the stable he raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"He's your friend isn't he?" He asked right out of the blue and when I blinked even Lance looked up from his game to watch my reaction.

"He's a jerk. There's no way I'm friends with him." I replied as I stood and started to pace. "Besides he yelled at me just for having a nightmare." I added as I stopped walking and Quiksilva moved to my side. Distracted I stroked his snout and Artha stood.

"What nightmare? What was it about?" Lance asked suddenly really interested and I sighed not wantng to tell them but they proved even more stubborn then me and I finally caved.

"I had a dream that I was dragon racing and then a mist covered the track. There was something in the mist and it was attacking the other racers and their dragons and then it came after me and Quiksilva. We tried to get away but no matter how fast Quikislva ran it caught up and then...it lunged. I woke up screaming and that woke the Dragon Eyes." I explained and seeing the pain in my eyes and the tears welling Qukslva nuzzled my hand trying to comfort me. "And Moordryd yelled at me then, going on about the race and...I just left with Quiksilva." I finsihed jsut as I realized that Connor, Kitt and Parmon had been listening. "Oh scales." I whispered as I turned and tried to wipe my eyes.

"Are you going to be okay?" Kitt asked and I sighed shaking my head as I fought the anger and frustration I flet towards Moordryd. How could he treat me like this, I wondered as I sat back on the blanket sitting on the ground. "Don't let him get to you. Moordryd's just a big jerk."

"Yeah so I've noticed." I muttered as I rubbed my aching head. Eventually the Penn raching team left and after they walked towards the racetrack Connor spoke.

"You shouldn't judge Moordryd so harshly. He's still your friend even if he doesn't come out and say it." He told me leaving before I could even say a single word. Puzzled I considered what Artha's father had just told me and as Quiksilva lay beside me, his head on my lap, I soon managed a sad smile as I realized that despite our differences I missed the annoying jerk. Meanwhile at the racetrack Moordryd was standing near Decepshun as Cain went through every obstacle and what gear they needed but when he noticed that the leader of the Dragon Eyes' attention was elsewhere he raised an eyebrow.

"Missing your girlfriend?" He asked knowing that that would focus Moordryd's attention on something else other than me and when Moordryd whirled around he chuckled despite the glare he was given.

"Silence Cain." Moordryd growled and his leuitenant chuckled. "Just make sure that we have evrything I need to wipe the racetrack with the stable brat."

"Fine. Decepshun magged green bashing gear and white aerial gear. Plus I added a disruptor pod that's near the finish line in case Artha gets too close to winning." Cain told him and Moordryd nodded before he saw the Penn crew walking over and he frowned thinking up a good insult. But as Quiksilva walked up with me holding onto his neck whaever Moordyd wanted to say died in his throat as he walked over to us.

"Good luck." I said and he gave me a nod before Quiksilva snorted and just as he turned to join Artha and his friends Moordryd called out. A bit surprised my dragon magged me gently to the ground and walked over to Artha still keeping a close eye on me.

"I'm...sorry." Moordryd said not really looking staright at my face and seeing me frown he rolled his eyes. "About...yelling at you. You're welcome to come back...if you want." He added as he finally looked into my face and for a moment I blinked. Then when I nodded he actually grinned before he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal though I know he was pretty happy, despite pretending otherwise. When I waved goodbye and walked towards Quiksilva I noticed that Artha's jaw had dropped and I giggled.

"That's not a good look." I pointed out as I walked past and Lance burst out laughing.