I own nothing!!! NOTHING!! MUAHAHAHAHAH!!!..... I mean.. Zeva © to me, and Magus etc. belong to Chrono Trigger whatchamacallit.

Magus, Frog and Lucca: (in unison) **shakes head** Lucca: She has no clue, does she? Magus: Nope. Frog: Ribbit! ******************************
Frog slowly opened his eyes, stretching his arms in an attempt to shake off the weighted feeling he had gained in his muscles. He heard voices speaking quietly. Or rather, one voice. A deep voice. Who was that? he thought.

While Frog slowly regained intelligent thought, Magus stopped talking. Lucca waited for almost a minute before her patience ran out and she shook Magus.

"What?" he asked sleepily.

"Keep going." she encouraged him.

"Don't I get any sleep?" he complained.

"No. Keep talking. We've already broken the "no more than three sentences a day for Magus" record, why not go for more?"

Magus glared at her, trying to regain his dignity. She just watched him with her azure eyes, hawk like. He sighed and continued.

"The next time I saw her, was three days after that. She was dead tired, planning lessons, teaching the juvenile mystics swordplay. Slash helped occaisionally, and Flea would sometimes help her organize her lessons, but it was mostly her."

"Why did Flea and Slash help? Weren't they actually evil or something?" Lucca interrupted.

"No. Flea and Zeva got along quite well, they had been friends for quite some time. Though they were always competing with Magic, it was an uneven match. Zeva had no memory for spells, though she was faster and more agile than Flea, because she could transport herself anywhere instantly. Flea knew all the spells, but could never hit Zeva."

"And Slash?" asked Lucca, taking off her helmet, and running her fingers through tangled purple hair.

"They both loved swords. Slash was her teacher I think. I was never really given the details, but they would practice together sometimes. Now stop interrupting me, or I don't finish."

Lucca nodded.

What are they talking about thought Frog, listening.

Zeva was half asleep. She knelt before a table that needed longer legs, writing away. Names of mystics, their skill with a blade, their favoured weapon, wether or not they had seen her for a lesson.

She must be exhausted. thought Magus, peering over her shoulder. Normally, she would have noticed him before he entered the tent, but today, she was still oblivious.

"Zeva?" he inquired.

She jumped, and twisted around, "Magus! You scared the life out of me!"

"How long have you been awake?" he demanded.

"Well, only a day or so." she trailed off, looking down at her clawed fingers.

"Really." he pressed her.

"Two days and four, no, five hours."

"Get some sleep, or you won't be able to teach tomorrow."

"Slash promised to handle the morning classes, so I can take a nap then. I still have to finish this." she said.

"How many mystics still need weapons?" he asked.

"None. All are equipped."

"Good job. I wasn't expecting you to be so quick to supply us with blades. How many know ho to use it?"

"Two of five maybe?" she yawned, "I'm not exactly sure yet."

"If you keep this up, you'll be able to sleep for two days straight before the battle." he told her, grinning.

She smirked, "I'll need it, Magus. I'll talk to you later, unless you want a lesson or something?"

"Not a chance. You still can't beat me."

"Yeah, maybe." she said, waving a paw at him carelessly, "Well not yet anyways" she snickered.

"Sleep soon." he ordered.

"Eh. Soon." she agreed, turning back to her work.