To my six reviewers:

Luinramwen: I'm so glad you like it! And yes, I am updating.

TeenTypist : Why don't you? I'd love to read it!

Shadow of Stargate : I appreciate your honesty.
"A. every second word is "shutup"" I beg to differ. Every fourteenth, I believe it is.

"B. willow is normally peaceful and prophetic but shes obnoxious and rude" I don't care for Willow. You'll probably see more Willow-bashing in the future.

"C. there was no plot whatsoever and you simply made fun of certain details from the sotry. " True. But then again, that's what I live for. ;) It began as an exercise, and it ended up with a semidecent end, which is rare for me. So I posted.

"This could be made into a better story but there is a lot room for improvement." I hope it is better, thank you.

DracoStarbo: Updating...now!
"Laugh and Smile!" Oh, I am.

Feye Morgan True, there aren't very many TB stories up. Somebody should change all that.
I'll have to see if I can slip some more Nightshade in for ya.

Enjoy, folks!

And thank you to all who have reviewed since I last updated, I have a new chapter for y'all.

The man with the book glared at Ben.

"We have a score to settle!" he roared.

"Yeah girlfriend!" said the girl. "You tell 'em Findo!"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me girlfriend?" roared the man again.

"I have to be going now," said Pippin in an aside to Ben. Ben grabbed for him, but in vain. The man and the girl rushed at him. All of a sudden, there was a commotion.

"Free Born!" came a cry, and a man in a bright red suit swooped Ben up and carried him out the door. "I'll save you, fair damsel!" he shouted.

"What? I'm not a-" said Ben, but the man accidentally whacked his head on the doorframe while going out. When he awoke, he was in some sort of cave.

"Oh Damson, come see who I found!" came a voice.

"Who is it?" said an irritated voice. "I'm putting my makeup on!"

"What happened? Where am I?" mumbled Ben.

"There there, you've got a nasty bump on your head, that's all. Uncle Padishar's gonna make it all better!" said the man. A young woman came in.

"Daaaad, I'm getting ready to go see Par! What is it this time?" she said.

"This woman seems to be wanted by the Shadowen! She's Nest Freemark, or some such outlandish name."

"Nesh Frrmrk?" mumbled Ben. The name did sound familiar.

"She sure is ugly," said Damson flipping her hair. "Not like me."

"Of course not," soothed Padishar. "No one's as pretty as you!"

"I know," she said. "Who're you?" she said.

"Nesh Frrmrk?" said Ben. He couldn't remember...

"See there? What'd I tell ya!" said Padishar slapping his knee. Damson rolled her eyes.

"What-EV-er," she said.

"Well Nest Freemark, what brings you to the Southland?" continued Padishar.

Ben blinked. What had brought her there? Something dangerous, she was sure.

"Did the Shadowen chase you here?" said Padishar. Ben nodded. Shadowen, she couldn't remember what they were, but that must be it!

"Shadowen," he mumbled. Padishar nodded knowingly. A young man burst in.

"Damson!" he cried. "What's keeping you? I was beginning to doubt!"

"Silly Elf-boy," said Damson shaking her head and patting his. "I told you I'd be there, and I will."

"Who's that?" said Par. "Tell me Damson, I'm beginning to doubt, hurry tell me!"

"She's my daddy's girlfriend or something," she snorted. Ben seemed to remember something, about a girl with red hair and a girlfriend.

"She sure is ugly," said Par. "Not like you, Damson."

"She's not my girlfriend! I merely rescued her from the Shadowen," said Padishar. "Now shut up and go get your ice cream or something. You do have a chaperone, right?"

"Daaaad!" said Damson.

"Yes Mr. Creel, my distant something or other Walker Boh is coming. He's a druid, y'know! He said he had some tricks to boost my self esteem!" said Par.

"Yipee and woohoo," said Padishar rolling his eyes. "Go have fun, then."

Ben passed out.