A/N: Ah. College applications sure are stressful.

Shit.

I just remembered my french homework. I can't afford to have more missing assignments. I have a C. That's my lowest grade by far. I needa get it up!

So, I'll try to make this as brief as possible.

Dora sighed and leaned back against the wall of the cave. Danny and Poindexter were busy mapping out Dora's lair, searching for all of Dora's knights' secret locations.

"So, I understand that the guys are just acting all tough and you have knights to back you up, but..." Paulina paused and met Dora's red eyes. "I don't understand how you can fight and I can't."

Dora blinked surprisingly before smiling. "First of all, I'm a ghost. And, I've had experience fighting other ghosts. Second," she hesitated before continuing, "my brother, Aragon, and I were both blessed and cursed with the safety of our precious amulet." Dora's hand flew to a spot right below the neckline, but the amulet was hidden behind her lengthy dress. "With the power of the amulet, we had the ability to transform into large dragons. It was in our blood. My father and his sister handed it down to us because we were destined to rule together. At first, my brother was the ruler. He and my father had convinced me that a princess's place was to smile and obey the king. But, then Lord Daniel and his friend, Samantha, showed me the truth. I gained back my power and the Dark Ages finally came to an end. I was queen. Some of my people even moved on."

Dora smiled and pulled out the amulet. Paulina gasped.

A beautiful, golden chain hung aroudn the queen's graceful neck, sparkling proudly. But, perched right above the queen's bosom was a red stone that didn't just resemble a lizards -no- dragon's eyes, but it also sparked something in Paulina's memory.

"Hey, that's the amulet Danny gave me." Paulina stated bluntly.

"What? Oh, heavens no. This amulet cannot be worn by any mortal without having disasterous effects."

"No, I'm positive." She insisted. "Danny gave it to me a couple days before prom."

Dora's eyes widened. "What? How long did you wear it?"

Paulina blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. "I don't know. Two, maybe three days?"

"And, you're not dead?" Dora gaped in an unqueenly matter.

"No...I'm pretty sure I'm still alive..."

The royal woman's eyes widened. "Everytime someone who was not of our sacred race wore the amulet... well, they died after wearing it for a total of twenty four hours. The power's too much for anyone to handle. Whether dead or alive. It is why it belonged in ours, along with two other family lineages."

"Maybe I'm part of that family." Paulina offered. "'Cause all that thing did was make me feel stronger."

"No. It's impossible." Dora replied firmly. "We have traced the blood of everyone capable of handling such power and I am certain you are not it."

"So, maybe Aragon knows something we don't. Something about the key?"

"No. The prophecy says that only a draki can harness the power of the amulet without actually needing the amulet itself. And, anyone who kills the draki absorbs its powers. So, unless you're secretly a dragon in disguise, I highly doubt that's you."

Paulina nodded. "Of course not. I am so not a dragon. Trust me, I would've noticed. Besides, do I really look like a gigantic, fire-breathing monster?"

"Actually, yes. You seem to be the type of person to have short tempers. And, besides, I don't look like a monster either, now. Do I?"

"Hey," Paulina snapped, "I'll have you know that my former therapist helped me control my anger. I am now a bitchy but calm person."

Dora's eyes widened briefly before she glanced away thoughtfully and quietly muttered under her breath. "Our dragon form is unlocked through powerful emotions. Maybe..."

"Dora, it's time to go." Poindexter smiled as he gently helped the lovely woman to her feet. Dora glanced at the floor as she steadily rose to her feet.

"Perfect." She smiled and raised her eyes.

Vertical slits had replaced her round pupils and her amulet had begun glowing brightly.

Danny squeezed Paulina's shoulder. "We're ready."

A/N: Anyways, there wasn't much spanish cuss words, so I brought a list here to make up for that.

Cabrón= It means goat. The closest expression I can connect it with is *sshole. It's not a nice thing to say. Even though my family says it to each other all the time.

And, my sister just asked for the spanish equivalent for "Son of a b*tch" which would be Hijo de Puta.

I don't usually cuss, but I know how fun it is to learn foreign cuss words.

Now, off to finish my french homework!