Second Day! Oh I was reading through the reviews, and Guest that kept correcting my grammar? Shut up. I'm not perfect and I am typing best I can. So shut your mouth and enjoy the story, not correcting me on how to spell murderer. I needed to get that out, sorry everyone.

"Well?" Parraya gave her an impatient frown.

"I don't understand why you are so angry!" Azalea growled, starting to feed off Parraya's agitation.

Parraya sat back, "Just tell me how you could kill an innocent-"

"Innocent? Innocent!? You forget he tried to kill me!" Azalea shouted.

The fighting ensued from there, and each seemed perfectly practiced in the art of comebacks. Soon, the racket was so bad, Tarsier came stomping down.

"Dragonesses!" he shouted, both of them looked over at him, "What on earth are you fighting about?!"

"She killed someone Tarsier!!" Parraya shouted.

"She forgets it's my job!" Azalea shouted back.

Tarsier looked ticked beyond compare, "Do I really have to moderate?"

"Maybe!"

"No!"

Parraya and Azalea spoke at the same time, then growled at each other.

"What do you want Azalea?" Tarsier asked, his scales a dark mahogany.

"I want her to stop insulting me!" Azalea cried.

Tarsier looked over at Parraya, who got the hint and began, "I wan' to know where your fortitude comes from to kill a dragon." she quieted.

"Oh..." Azalea understood, "Sorry. I-I thought you were insulting everything I stand for."

"Well? Is that all sorted out? Can you not wake up the entire complex?" Tarsier sat with his arms crossed.

Parraya's scales began to redden slightly, "Um... yeah, sorry Tarsier..."

Azalea snickered, "Thanks Tar."

Tarsier's blue-black of fatigue was interrupted with a flash of pink, "Sleep well Lea. You're released tomorrow."

The word sent a jolt through her, before realizing what he meant.

Parraya cleared her throat behind her, "Sorry about my overreaction. Well, see you tomorrow."

As she left, Azalea spoke, "You know, I saw myself in those eyes."

"What?" Parraya looked back at her.

"That's why I killed him. I knew how it was for me, and I wanted to be released, unusable and thrown away instead of being forced into servitude. But I was forced into this instead," she growled in disgust, "He was hoping an easy death. Not so fast in reality."

Parraya sighed and lowered her head, "Wow. I went through nothing compared to you. I should be fine."

Azalea chuckled, "Meh. We all get what we struggle with. I would have not been able to handle some dragon cult harvesting my spikes for accessories."

Parraya returned with a dry laugh, "You're right," her eyes grew watery, "Tarsier's been through more than you imagine. I don't even know all of it. But it's bad, Azalea. It might make you hate him. A lot. Just... don't ever break." she smiled.

"I'd like to see someone break me," she said with a determined smile.

"Goodnight Azalea." Parraya turned and left.

Azalea sighed and headed off to bed.

The next morning...

Azalea looked at the rising sun drowsily. It felt as though she blinked and the sun was up. Just as she rolled over to sleep, somedragon entered her room and made a racket.

"Up up! It's time for some tests!" A familiar voice shouted from the doorway.

"Tarsier, go away..." Azalea groaned.

She heard a clang of metal, and then her whole head was wet. She jumped up in surprise, "HEY! WHAT IN PYRRHIA!?" she roared.

She growled and sat up, opening her eyes to see a smug Tarsier holding a bucket.

"Morning sunshine! Pyrrhia says hello!" Tarsier said in a singsong voice.

"CAN YOU NOT THROW WATER ON ME!?" Azalea yelled.

"That's the spirit!" he smiled at her, "Now get up and go see Parraya."

"FINE," Azalea groaned and crawled out of bed.

She made her way down to the hospital room to be greeted by Parraya, who was mixing something in a black container.

"What you doing?" Azalea asked.

"Making a Surgit drink," Parraya replied through a yawn, "Want some?"

"Sure, what is it?" Azalea sat down at the table, which was covered in cups.

"It helps wake you up and give you energy," she explained as she poured some into a cup for Azalea.

"Mm.." Azalea mumbled as she drank. Instantly a cold sensation filled her senses, power seemed to seep into her talons, "That's some fast-acting stuff." she remarked.

"Yep!" Parraya was back into her energized self, "Let's get started."

They started with Azalea telling Parraya what each herb was and it's effects. Then, the cups were each filled with a fruit juice with some type of poison in it except for one, which Azalea must choose and drink.

She carefully moved among the cups, sniffing and looking at the color intently.

She sighed, having three cups selected. One seemed to have a fresh grass or meadow smell, which made Azalea skeptical.

The other two weren't much better. One smelled strongly of oranges, and the other one seemed minty.

She sighed, and faced Parraya, "None of them,"

"Good job!" Parraya smiled and patted Azalea's shoulder, "Now go on! See you at the release!"

Azalea felt very accomplished and made her way down the halls, but she saw Tarsier down the hall.

"Tarsier?" She said loud enough for him to hear.

"Azalea!" he ran up to her, "We need to get going."

He hovered his wing over her, ushering her on, "What's going on?" she asked.

"Curium wants you there now. We need you on your way immediately." Tarsier ushered her into the office.

"Does Parraya know?" Azalea asked.

"She will." he stopped somedragon in the hallway, "You're a messenger, right?"

"Yes Tarsier sir!" He responded.

"Okay, then what is the messenger code for your name?" He gave the messenger a searching look.

"4574-2" he responded without hesitating.

"Good. Now find the IceWing head nurse and tell her, "Lea is leaving, come asap."

"Yes sir!" he saluted before leaving as fast as possible.

"Good. Now hurry."

That's a good way to end, right? RIGHT!?!?