Thank all those who empathised and sympathised with the message from the previous chapter.

I have a request to make from all of you. Please read I. M. Rally's works, and if you are an author, and see similarities, don't say "Hey, she stole some of my work," rather, take it as a compliment that you inspired someone. This applies to all stories and authors. The most polite thing to do if you are upset is to either ask the author to change it slightly, and/or thank you in credits as inspiration.

If you flame, expect me to chase you down. Those who have been burned, come here for aloe vera and a fire extinguisher. Free of charge.

There are people who care and listen to people they've never met, and I am proudly one of them.

On with the story.

An excited Silver paced, her dragon flying about. Suddenly, she lept into the air to join her. A silent conversation went through the aerial being's thoughts.

"Have you discovered our opponents identities?" she asked the scaly lizard. "Not understanding them would be a blow."

"Yes..." Isidar hesitantly responded.

"Well?" a smirking Silver questioned, a shining gleam in her two bright blue eyes. All the birds of Red's flock had to agree that since she arrived, in those petty six days, her eyes because less and less harsh. "Who is it?"

"The musicians," Bjartskular replied, avoiding the gaze her companion gave her. The smirk slid from Huntress's face.

"Oh no," she accidentally muttered aloud. Red and Chuck looked up at her, with matching raised eyebrows.

What's wrong?" Chuck asked, folding his wings. "Is-"

"Get all the females out of here," she cut him off, gracefully landing on the ground. "There'll be trouble if you don't."

Shrugging, Chuck dashed off to the Judge, and within a few seconds, a loud horn was blown four times. Within another few seconds, women and their eggs and hatchlings ran off to the underground caves.

"That was fast," Huntress commented. Isidar flew down and landed on her shoulder.

"Quite," she added. "Still, I must convert into another form, and I will wear a matching yet opposite outfit."

As she spoke, she jumped to the ground, and obtained a shape similar to Silver's. The only differences were her tail and snout, opposed to tail feathers and a beak, along with scales instead of feathers, and, of course, her wings. Her knees bent in the opposite direction, but were soon covered by a black jumpsuit. Instead of a opal dragon wing, there was a silver falcon wing. All the other opal things that were on Silver's outfit were replaced with silver ones. Her cape had a reflective silver inside, with a curled falcon as the clasp. They looked like twins, and the double gunned each other.

"Lookin good!" They said at the same time.

"Ach," Isidar said, holding her neck. Her voice was the same as mentally, low and smooth. "How do you speak like this so much? It lacks understanding."

"I know what you mean," Silver chuckled. "There's no way to tell emotion."

They spoke for sometime, then-

"Isidar, I need to talk to Red for a moment," Huntress said.

"Very well," the dragon said with a bow. "If needed, I will be testing my wings."

With that, she lept out the window, her wings expanding to show their the size. They each were as tall as the dragon, and light shown through them, sending light spots of pink, white, green, and blue everywhere. It was a marvelous sight.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"I know you stared at me," she replied, her eyes still trained on the flying scaled beast.

"How?" Red managed to stutter when he found his tongue. "Isid-"

"I told her to tell you off," Silver cut him off, then turned to face him. "I was looking in a mirror. obviously I would notice."

"I just really -"

This time Red was cut off by the sound of feet thundering through the earth. Silver jumped out the window, sending a mental call to Isidar, who quickly appeared by her side.

She cloaked herself, as did Isidar, then together blocked the path of the newcomers.

"Letta!" She called out, and the group abruptly skidded to a halt. Red saw the company consisted of red Foxes and grey wolves, and one of the party carried a flag with a musical note etched on it. She thumped her chest, then added, "Hail, Nar Mozzart!"

"Bless Ahno!" The lead wolf said with a grin. "Do my ears and eyes deceive me? Is that Uluthrek and Bjartskular?"

With a laugh, the two girls threw their cloaks back.

"Nar Mozzart, none can deceive you," Silver said, striding forward. "I see you are no longer Deputy, but now you are the Herndall! When did this occur?"

"I'd like to know as well," Isidar interjected. "Last we saw you, was several years ago. Seven, I believe."

"Has it really been so long?" Mozzart said, pushing back spiky bangs. "Ushnark passed on two years ago. He gave me the title, as is my right."

"Ah, he was too young for such a sickness," Huntress said shaking her head. "So you were twenty one? That is hard."

The wolf shrugged.

"I managed."

"As did I."

"The king has bounties on your head," he said raising a brow. "What caused eight hundred, seventy five thousand dollars to be put on you?"

In response, she flipped up some feather on her wrist.

"You were the screamer?" The wolf appeared shocked.

"Yes."

"I see." He raised a brow. "I hereby challenge you to the challenge of the Hunter's Voice."