Waking up from a dream about my home I was feeling a little homesick, though I guess that would make more sense if I knew where that home was. I tried to go back to sleep, vaguely hoping that I might dream about something useful that would jog my memories, but I soon found myself wide awake. Sighing I rolled over onto my side, careful not to bump my injured hip and as I lay there I thought I heard a noise. It seemed to be coming from just outside my door and as I listened closely the door slowly opened. Pretending to be asleep I closed my eyes, curious as to who would just waltz in and as I lay there I heard the door close and someone walked over to the bed.

"Rayne? You awake?" From the voice I knew instantly it was Moordryd so thinking quickly I pretended that I hadn't heard him and he chuckled, apparently believing my ruse. Then he surprised me when he sat on the edge of the bed and leant over, peering down at my face. "I know you're listening to me so..." Moordryd grinned before he reached over and I burst into a fit of giggles as he started tickling me. "Take that!" He finished and I tried to get away but he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me close, keeping a firm grip on me while he tickled me mercilessly.

"Hey...stop it!" I protested and he grinned, not letting me go until I ended up with the hiccups and he chuckled. "Not...hic...funny...Paynn...hic." I told him, pretending that I was mad until he pulled me against his chest. "You think you can just..." Whatever comeback I had planned was cut off very soon by his lips on mine and when I finally snapped out of my shock I started kissing him back. "Um...okay yeah." I muttered when we came up to take a breath and he grinned, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my face.

"What was that?" Moordryd asked as I stared at him and he laughed at the silly grin plastered across my face. "Hmm...speechless now? That's a first." He teased and I crossed my arms against my chest, pouting a little. Well right until he kissed my neck, his teeth nibbling and I sighed unable to stay mad at him. But as we kissed I felt him take one of his arms from around my waist and I let out a gasp as he ran his hand slowly up and down my hip.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying to keep perfectly still though that was easier said then done as I soon found out. As I watched on, slightly curious, Moordryd ran just the tips of his fingers slowly down towards my hip and before I could even blink his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt. "Whoa! Hang on a second!" I yelped as I stared at Moordryd, confused by this turn of events and I suppose a little nervous.

"I just...no forget it." Moordryd muttered as his hand slipped from my waist and that's when I saw the hurt in his pale grey eyes and I knew I'd made a mistake. "I just came by to check on you." He told me as he went to rise only for my hand to shoot out and suddenly I was tugging him towards me.

"I should be apologizing. It just happened so fast and I...panicked." I told him and cupping his chin I kissed him, hoping that this told him just how much he meant to me. Shocked by my boldness it took Moordryd a few seconds to react and then he was kissing me back just as hard. And seconds later I didn't stop him when I felt his hand slowly slide up my shirt and gently caress my stomach. Instead I sighed and he kissed me on the throat, his fingers moving upwards and very soon his fingers found my bra. Before I knew it Moordryd unclipped it from the front, dropping it on the bed and that's when we both stared at it then each other. Both blushing furiously I found myself at a loss for words as did he before he coughed.

"Oh scales..." Moordryd mumbled not sure just what had possessed him to remove my bra and as I stared into his face, we both heard a knock. Hurriedly I grabbed the bra and shoved it under the pillow, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't see it.

"Come in." I called out as Moordryd moved to the other side of the bed just as the door slowly opened and we saw Connor standing in the doorway.

"I heard a noise and I thought...anyway how are you feeling?" Connor asked me and I grinned, all trace of my earlier embaressmnet gone until I realized that one strap of my bra was sticking out from under the pillow.

"Not too bad." I answered as Moordryd stood and that's right when he saw the bra sticking out and he froze for a moment, only just stopping himself from looking towards it. "How about you, Moordryd?" I asked, trying to draw his attention away from my underwear and to me so Connor wouldn't notice. Thankfully Moordryd understood and he just snorted, like his leg wasn't a big deal.

"Hmph its fine. If you need me I'll be outside." He answered as he headed for the door and just as he exited the room I noticed that, just for a moment or two, Connor raised an eyebrow at him. Then he shrugged and focused his attention on me again.

"I know your hip's still bothering you but I wanted you to train alongside Artha." Connor asked and getting a blank look he chuckled. "To practice your mag techniques and learn how to race Quiksilva." He added and I nodded before he walked towards the door. "Oh and before I forget...when you're living under my roof I expect you and Moordryd to behave yourselves." He asked me, politely of course, though from the tone I knew I would be in serious trouble if I disobeyed.

So I gave him a quick nod and he gave me one in return before he left the room and headed for the stables, leaving me to hurridely dress and follow. Thankfully the pain in my hip had dulled to a faint ache which I ignored for the time being, too interested in what mag techniques Artha would teach me. Though as I soon found out what I'd be doing I seriously considered faking being in pain and going back to my room.

"Look no offence but how am I suppose to use my mag-blast and stay on Quiksilva's back?" I asked as I looked at the obsaciles in front of me and then my dragon, who gave me a snort.

"That's for you to figure out yourself. No one said it would be easy." Connor explained and I fought the urge to growl at him, knowing he was only pushing me to be the best I could be. Silently I stared at the track in front of me, sizing it up before I urged Quiksilva on.

With a roar he rushed forward and seconds later I saw a target appear in front of me and I giggled, noticing that it was a cartoonish version of Word, and as I charged up a mag-blast I heard Moordryd growl. "Take this!" I yelled as I unleashed a mag-blast and it shot towards the target only to veer off at the very last second and I yelped, almost toppling off Quiksilva's back as it shot back at us. "Scales!" I cried as he gave a growl, laughing at my fail and I growled back not impressed.

The second target that appeared, with a more actuate drawing of Word shot up to my left and this time I managed to blast it. Feeling pretty proud of myself I gave a yell, thinking I was done until the last target appeared and I cringed. This time it was a very detailed drawing of Armeggaddon and as I went to charge up a mag-blast I hesitated. That's when everything went wrong and with a roar Quiksilva plowed right into the target. As he fell I ended up being thrown into the far wall and I cried out as my body impacted with the wall. The first one to my side was Moordryd, ignoring my friends as he went to help me up but I let out a growl and he stopped.

"I told you I wasn't ready and...aggh!" I yelled as I stumbled to my feet and glared at everyone watching. "Just back off and leave me alone!" Without sparing my friends a backward glance, even ignoring Quiksilva who had ended up without a scratch, I stormed out.

I didn't get far before I started to cry, frustrated at myself for being a failure at even a practice run and for running away like a coward. Trying to control my tears I didn't hear footsteps until someone wrapped their arm around my shoulders. "I said..." I growled as I spun around, only to find myself face to face with Moordryd.

"It wasn't that bad." He commented and I glared at him, tears in my eyes. When I shoved him he stumbled back before he caught himself. "For dragon's sake stop getting upset every time you make a dumb move." He growled and I froze staring at him for the longest time before I began to shake. "Not again."

"You are a jerk!" I yelled unable to think of the worse thing possible to call him and he crossed his arms, knowing why I was lashing out. "You just don't get it. I keep getting pushed into learning these mag skills and every time I mess up so why should I even try anymore? Its too hard." I complained and Moordryd just stood there, listening in silence to my rant until I took a breath.

"If you're that hopeless then maybe you should just quit and go home. No one needs a Light Booster who can't even use a simple mag-blast." Moordryd pointed out and I took a step back, extremely offended by his words. Expecting me to shout at him, maybe even lash out, Moordryd waited as I stood there. What he wasn't expecting was for me to suddenly lunge forward and bury my face in his chest and he cringed as I began to shake, sobs wracking my body and he knew right then that he'd crossed a line.

Mumbling something that I didn't catch he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a somewhat awkward hug, trying to comfort me. At least I think so though it wasn't very successful as I kept crying and as he stood there Moordryd wondered what to do. Thankfully Artha and Connor exited the elevator and as soon as they walked around the corner they found us.

"Rayne?" Artha said as they stood nearby and I lifted my head, sniffing a little and he winced.

"Before you ask...I'm not okay." I told him, slipping one arm from around Moordryd's waist as I tried to gather my thoughts. "You guys pushed me when I wasn't well and I...I don't think I can be the Light Booster. Its just too much and I know I'm being a coward but that's how I feel."

"Rayne you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." Connor told me and I narrowed my eyes at him, instantly angry that he thought I would just stand by and do whatever he wanted.

"You're trying to make me into this Booster to help stop a dragon-human war but what about what I want? I'm not some hero I'm just a girl who can't even fight." I answered as I stepped away from Moordryd and wiped my eyes. "I can't even remember my family or even where I come from and no one wants to help."

"You never said that. Why don't you remember?" Connor asked as I moved closer to Moordryd and I rubbed at my eyes.

"Falling on my head more then a few times does that to a girl." I replied trying really hard to stop myself from crying. "I want to help everyone, dragon and humans alike, but I don't know if I'm strong enough."

"Look you won't know if you give up." Moordryd said and I blinked up at him, surprised that he would say something so...kind. When he noticed me staring he crossed his arms, pretending he didn't care either way. "Can I go now or are you going to start bawling again?" He added and I rolled my eyes at him.

As he wandered off in the direction of the stables I wanted to follow him, interested in what else he would say to me, but getting a raised eyebrow from Connor and a slight shake of his head I sighed. "Okay I'll train more. But no laughing if I mess up again...okay?" I said as I stared at Artha and his jaw dropped, probably wondering why I singled him out. Following them back to the elevator I wondered where Moordryd was heading and as it turns out he was going to call Cain.

"So what happened?" Cain asked the moment he appeared in the Vidcom screen and after thinking about it Moordryd actually sighed. "Did Rayne hurt your feelings?" He teased and earned a glare for his trouble.

"Silence Cain." Moordryd growled before he answered his best friend. "I need her to believe I'm on her side. Then she'll help me and my father."

"Huh so you really don't like her? I wonder if Rayne knows that." Cain commented and just for a moment Moordryd glanced at the elevator, an almost guilty look on his face. "Or maybe you do have feelings for her."

"Its...look just shut up and wait for me at the compound. I'll be there soon." Moordryd ordered and hung up before Cain could respond. But before he left Moordryd wondered if playing with my feelings was the right thing to do. "I can't let her see that...maybe..." He muttered to himself or so he thought just as a voice piped up.

"Aww that's mean. Playing a trick on Rayne." Artha scolded as he wandered over, having been listening in on the Dragon Eye leader's conversation. When Moordryd glared at him, trying to intimidate Artha, he snorted. "That's really mean even for you. Want my advice?" He asked and Moordryd rolled his eyes.

"Like I have a choice?" Moordryd asked and Artha grinned at him, ignoring the sarcasim. "Fine what is it?"

"Try being yourself around her." He told Mooordryd and earning a blank stare he rolled his eyes. "Look you know you like her and she likes you, though I have no clue why. Anyway Rayne sees the good in you and you seem pretty happy around her...if that's even possible."

"I'm a Paynn we don't do happy." Moordryd shot back, arms folded against his chest and Artha sighed. "Like I need the advice anyway, stable brat." He added turning to leave and that's when Artha grabbed his arm. Before he could push him away he spoke and Moordryd just froze at his next words.

"She cares about you and if you hurt her she'll never forgive you. Do you want that on your conciounce? If you even have one, that is." Artha said and walked away, leaving Moordryd to frown and consider what Artha had just said. After pacing for a while Moordryd walked over to Decepshun and after she magged him he left, heading back to the compound with a sudden weight on his shoulders that wasn't there before.

As Decepshun made her way back to the compound she heard her rider muttering to himself, apparently taking what Artha aka the stable brat said to heart.

"I don't know what I should do. If I turn her over to my father...he might hurt her, And I protect her...father will be angry at me. Once again." Moordryd mumbled as his dragon walked along the pavement and Decepshun looked up, curious as to what had her rider so torn. "Maybe its true and I actually do care about her. For dragon's sake why is this so hard?" He grumbled and she snorted at him, obviously laughing as him. "Oh who asked you?" He added giving her a frown and she snorted again.

Back in the temple I kept trying to use my mag-blasts on the targets set up though concentrating on keeping on Quiksilva's back was a challenge in itself. As I fired a burst of mag energy I almost slipped off and he gave a growl, afraid I was going to fall but I gritted my teeth and wrapping an arm around his neck I pulled myself up. With a snort he rushed forward and I charged up a blast, aiming for the Word target. With a yell I unleashed my mag-blast and it slammed into the target, knocking it to the ground and I laughed as a hole appeared right where his head was.

"We did it!" I called out as Artha and Conner looked on and once Quiksilva slowed down I leapt down, only to stumble and almost fall. Artha was at my side first and as he helped me up I grinned, despite my tiredness. "That...was drac." I sighed as Artha wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he kept me on my feet.

"Very impressive. You are the Light Booster. At least you will be with more training." Connor told me and I giggled as Quiksilva licked my face. But as I walked outside the elevator, followed closely by my friends, I found that Moordryd had already left and my good mood vainished.

"He didn't even say goodbye." I whispered as Quiksilva looked on before he gently nuzzled me, annoyed at my friend.