Okay, so it's been maybe a week since, but at least it's better than the last update. Short, but oh well. D: Next chapters will be shooting out very very very fast. :)

So, why is the Light Prognosticus acting funny? Suspiscions? Mwhaha.

I'm doing a speech on Wednsday on how to do something. Mine is how to play Super Mario Galaxy! WOooooOOOO! -hit- Okay, so maybe it was a stupid idea. XD

Enjoy pweeez!

14

As nine o'clock came upon the Pianissimo castle, the three Heroes were straight at work deciding their strategy for the next few days. Blumiere and Gustav were looking at Gustav's map of the region between Blumiere and Timpani's castles while Timpani was observing the Light Prognosticus. Ettle was sitting on the ground, reading a novel quietly, too absorbed into it that she ignored what was happening around her.

Timpani, however, decided to walk over to the window and look out at Blumiere's old castle. Something was eerie about it, or maybe it was just her jumpy emotions. She looked down at the Light Prognosticus and her eyes widened greatly.

The pure, white, flawless cover of it began to fade into a blackened gray. It still was glowing blue, but it started to transition into a purple.

Oh, yeah. There's something VERY wrong here.

She decided to quickly head back to next to her bed. She sat down, and the aura went back to blue, but the cover stayed the same. It scared her and made her feel like she couldn't handle what she was holding. Timpani became aware of Blumiere's words a little ways in front of her.

"I think we should wait it out. We don't know where Dimentio is at this point. He could be anywhere; near or far." Blumiere said. "What do you think, Gustav?"

Gustav looked up at Ettle, and his face turned from concentrated to love-struck. "Ja, das es sehr gut." He sighed dreamily.

Blumiere rolled his eyes. "Right. Timpani, how are you doing?"

"The Light Prognosticus is acting so weird," Timpani frowned, showing the book to her husband. "I don't know about this; it hasn't even prophesized anything for so long!"

"It might be picking up dark auras of some sort," Blumiere scooted beside Timpani to get a closer look. "They're probably close."

"Where is it?" Timpani asked, getting anxious.

"I don't know; it could range from an inch to a mile away." Blumiere shrugged. "As for it glowing blue, a Hero could be near…"

Both looked at Ettle, but she didn't look at them. Blumiere looked back at Timpani with a concerned face, and Timpani shook her head.

"Ettle is NOT a Hero, Blumiere," Timpani said quietly. "She was brought up as a quiet, careful, obedient girl, and she's not as rebellious as you and I are."

"Who else could it be though?" Blumiere asked. "Gustav doesn't count, you don't count, I don't count. It has to be her; there's no other way around it."

Timpani fell silent as she glanced at her childhood friend once more. Ettle Vivace couldn't possibly be the next Hero, but they thought the same way about Gustav. She decided to wait it out to see if there would be some distinct clue if Ettle was a Hero.

"Are you guys hungry?" Ettle asked, shutting her book. "I can get you guys something small to eat, like cake…"

"I'm a little bit. What about you?" Timpani asked Blumiere. He shrugged.

"Oh, sure, why not."

"Okay, I'll be right back, then." Ettle got up and started out the door, but Gustav grabbed her hand.

"Do you vant me to come vith you?" Gustav asked. Ettle blinked, blushed, and cleared her throat.

"Well, I guess you can come if you want to…" the maid smiled, looking away. "You just have to be really quiet; everyone else is still asleep."

The door shut, leaving Timpani and Blumiere in the room alone, unsure what to say or do. Silence surrounded them both.

"Well…" Timpani said, breaking the silence. "Awkward…" Blumiere stared at the door, deep in thought.

"Gustav has been acting very, very odd. More than usual." Blumiere looked at his wife. "I'm starting to suspect something familiar…" His emotionless face turned into an evil smirk.

"You mean…" Timpani gasped. "…You mean, he could be in love with…?!"

Blumiere nodded. "Is. Not could." Timpani squealed.

"AW!! It's so cute! Gustav and Ettle; together!" Timpani clapped. She suddenly stopped. "Oh no, what if Ettle doesn't like Gustav back?!"

"We're going to have to change that, then." Blumiere got up and grabbed Timpani's hands, pulling her close to him. "How about we play matchmakers for a while?"

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Gustav came back into the room ten minutes later, without Ettle, but he seemed perfectly content lacking her. As Timpani lay asleep on Blumiere's shoulder, Blumiere looked up at him.

"Gustav, what are you doing back so early?" Blumiere asked quietly so Timpani wouldn't hear.

"I decided to leave Ettle to her duties," Gustav winked as he sat down. He looked as if he would say something, but he remained silent. Blumiere reached into his cape and slid an envelope across the floor. Gustav picked it up, confused.

"Which reminds me; Ettle left this for you," Blumiere smiled pleasantly. Gustav's face turned bright red.

"E-Ettle left for dis for me?" Gustav repeated, stammering. He opened the envelope, hands shaking. Gustav read the letter not once, not twice, but three times. He smiled and put it back into the envelope, obviously completely uplifted.

"Well? What does it say?" Blumiere urged.

"Ettle vould like me to meet her dis afternoon outside," Gustav sighed happily. "Do you suppose I could go?"

"Wouldn't see why not; I'm sure you and Ettle will have a wonderful time." Blumiere said, noticing Timpani smile and stirring a little. Gustav beamed and fell backwards with glee.

"Oh, danke! Dis is de happiest moment of my life, Blumiere!!" Gustav exclaimed.

Blumiere smiled and looked down at Timpani, who rubbed up against his shoulder and smiled with him.

"Quoi un épatant actrice…" Blumiere brushed through Timpani's golden hair gently.