Here's chapter eighteen. Story's gettin' interesting, ain't it? Just read, enjoy, and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Dragoon, but like I said before, I do own the characters that I created. I also own the Dragoon war and the Dragoon Judges.

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I felt someone pulling my hair. I opened my eyes.

"Why are you pulling my hair?" I asked Milro.

"Would you like me to jerk on it? 'Cause I can do that, ya know." He jerked on my hair.

"Ow! Stop! Don't make me have to hit you!" I sat up and pulled my hair away from him.

"At least he pulled someone else's hair instead of mine." Phirala ran her hand through her hair.

Saphira stared at us. "Should we go ahead and head for the mountain?"

"Um……is everyone fully awake? I know I am." I stared at Milro.

"What? I didn't do anythin'." Milro now had an innocent look on his face.

"Yeah. Right." I straightened my hair.

"I think we're all awake." Rose was leaning up against a building.

"Okay then. I could transport us there, but I need a good picture of the place, and I'll be wore out by the time everyone gets there." I stood up and stretched.

"Then it might be best to just walk there. We can't risk your life. No one else can summon the last Dragoon Judge." Dart stood. "It'll take a few days though. Maybe up to a week."

"Oh, but we don't have a week. I'll transport us there." Everyone stared at me. "If I don't, then Boralo will get there before us, and we can't let that happen, now can we? Wait. I've got a better idea. What if we just flew there, except hiding in the clouds so no one can see us. Will that work?"

Rose thought for a moment. "It might. It won't hurt to try. It'll defiantly get us there a lot faster though."

"Kongol, you can carry Lavitz, since he doesn't have a Dragoon spirit." I let out my wings. "We'd better hurry."

Everyone Dragooned, and for the first time, we saw Saphira's and Milro's Dragoon. Saphira's armor and wings were a light pink, which suited her Dragoon spirit, and Milro's armor and wings were two different colors. Blood red and pitch black. Everyone took flight.

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Four days later, we landed at the bottom of the Mountain of the Mortal Dragon. We were lucky that the Divine Dragon had been killed a few years ago, or he'd be mad right about now. Someone whistled at me. I looked to my left and found my mother and father hiding behind a rock. I slowly made my way over there.

"Why don't you two come out and meet the gang?" I looked behind me, Phirala watched me.

"I'm afraid we can't, dear. We just came to give you the boy. He's younger than the others were, but we know for a fact that he's the one." Zandreath was holding a small boy's hand. "The boy wasn't in Endiness though. You're lucky him and Phirala were the only two who were on Earth."

The boy looked up at me. "How old is he?" I asked her.

"I think seven. The only thing he's said is that his name is Mike. Here." She handed the boy's hand to me. I took it. "You'd better hurry before he starts asking questions about where he is."

"Okay." I led the boy back to the group.

"It seems that your parents seem to show up outta nowhere." Rose said as I returned to the group.

"Yes. I know. Now that we have the boy, we should continue." The boy held my hand tightly. "Come on."

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As we walked up to the top of the mountain, the boy seemed to hold tighter and tighter to my left hand. As long as he didn't jerk on it, and make me have another dislocated shoulder, I'm perfectly fine, and plus, a seven-year-old didn't have a chance on jerking my shoulder out. At least I hoped he didn't.

"I'm tired." The boy whispered to me.

I was shocked that he had finally said something. "Maybe we should rest a bit."

Rose looked back at us. "Maybe the boy needs to shut up."

"Rose! Don't be so cruel. He's just a child." I picked the boy up. "I'll carry you for a bit at least until my arms give out."

Rose muttered something and continued to walk.

"What's your name?" Mike asked me.

"Crystal." I answered. "How long should it take us to reach the top?" I looked at Rose. I needed to ask her something later on, but now was not a good time.

"Just another few minutes. Probably ten at the most." She looked up at the sky. "I just hope Boralo doesn't show up before we get there."

"What do we do when the last Dragoon is summoned?" Strangely, Zieg had asked that question.

"Um…I'm pretty sure we'll find out soon enough." I was certain that my parents would tell me. I looked over at Lloyd. He had been quiet the whole trip.

We were climbing the last trail up to the top. The bad part was that we had to walk in a straight line because the walkway wasn't that wide. When I looked down, I quickly turned my head. We were really, really, really far from the bottom. I took a deep breath and continued. My arms were falling asleep from holding the now sleeping boy.

"Would you like me to carry him?" Lloyd asked me.

"Um…no." I let my wings come out so I wouldn't trip and fall off the edge.

When we had finally made it to the top of the mountain, my wings disappeared.

"It would be best if you all wait a little ways down the trail." I told them as I woke the boy up. "You could keep an eye out for Boralo or a Virage."

They all nodded and walked back down the trail. They had stopped about ten feet away. The boy and I were alone now. I looked back and saw Milro and Lloyd keeping watch just a bit closer to us than the others.

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's get down to business."

"Like last time, repeat after me. Oh dear Dragoon Queen, please send the Dragoon of Dreams to Endiness to help us win this war." Zandreath told me.

I looked over at her. "Since when was this a war?" She stared at me. "Okay, okay." I cleared my through. Zandreath disappeared. "Oh dear Dragoon Queen, please se-" I felt a sharp pain in my gut. When I looked down, I saw a sword jammed in my stomach. Blood dribbled down on the ground. When the sword came out, I tried to scream but someone covered my mouth. I closed my eyes. Pain ran through my body. I felt someone trying to get the Magical Staff off of my belt. I had a plan. I screamed inside of my own mind. My sword shot out of its sheath and attacked the person behind me. The hand flew off of my mouth and I let out a scream of pain. I fell to my knees. I could hear everyone run up to me.

'Good thing I've got healing potions.' I reached for the magical pouch at my side. It was gone. 'Great.' Lloyd helped me stand.

"Does anyone have any healing potions?" Lloyd looked at everyone.

"No. We just checked to make sure we still had some, but they're missing." Rose said.

"Just perfect." I muttered. I looked over and found my sword kicking a certain Wingly's butt. Boralo. He always came whenever everything seemed to be going great. Milro stepped in. My sword returned to me.

"It's like that thing has a mind of its own." Lavitz said.

"Yeah." I put the sword back in its sheath. Pain shot through my entire body again. "Once I get fully healed, I'm gonna kill him." I muttered as I watched Boralo and Milro fight. "I've gotta continue summoning him."

"But you're too hurt." Lloyd told me.

"I know but I need to continue or he won't be summoned. Just help me stand, that's all you need to do." I told Lloyd. He nodded. "Oh dear Dragoon Queen, please send the Dragoon of Dreams to-" I stopped. I could now hear my heart pounding in my chest. "Where's Mike?!" I looked around and I found him. He was far away from us, and close to the edge of the mountain. A Virage was powering up a beam. Before I could even stop myself, I ran out of Lloyd's grasp and ran towards him. My mind seemed to take over because I couldn't stop myself. The beam came closer to Mike. I ignored the pain running through my body and I grabbed him. Just as I grabbed him, everything went bright.

A/N: So? Did ya like it? I decided to end there to make ya wonder what happened. Just don't forget to review and I'll put out the next chapter A.S.A.P.