T.D.: All right, the times are getting longer, but here's one more little tidbit.

Pegasus: Little??

T.D.: What? It's only about six or seven pages.

Pegasus: And this is little??

T.D.: It is for this story . . .

Pegasus: Well, at least you're typing again . . .

T.D.: So what if I have twice as much written down than I have posted?

Bakura: Just be on with the torturing . . .

T.D.: What torturing??

Bakura: You know, with all the black creatures.

T.D.: Oh, the Phyrixians? I'd forgotten I'd put those in . . .

Seto: Well, they certainly can't defeat my Blue Eyes.

T.D.: You should see their lord . . .

Seto: Well, I'll take on any challenge!

T.D.: And lose. He can summon dragons of much greater power at will!

Pegasus: What country is he from??

T.D.: Try another plane entirely . . .

Pegasus: He's from the shadow realm??

Yami: Since when are we going to the shadow realm??

T.D.: He's not in the shadow realm, there are other planes, at least there are in magic.

Bakura: How about I send you all to the shadow realm and claim your items?

T.D.: Umm . . .yeah . . .I'm starting the chapter now . . .
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"Wow, this place is a mess . . ."

The small group had at last reached the village, but had found it in ruins.

"Well, the village may be gone, but so are the phyrixians."

"Maybe they got bored?"

"Vena, those things have no mind of their own, they can't get bored."

"So they have no thoughts of their own?"

"They can somewhat think, but they're mainly only allowed to think during battle, but then they're battle frenzied and can only think of killing."

"So are we going home now?"

"No Melic, I'd say we could at least salvage a little from this operation. Besides, there may be another village ahead, we must search for any trace that Gatha has survived."

"So what did he do anyway?"

"He was a bad boy in school."

"Shut up Melic. He left the academy after being denied continuation of his work on the bloodlines project after a few to many errors and improper use of resources."

"So he was a bad boy at school, like I said."

"Melic, if he hadn't left, his talents would have gone wasted."

"Talent at getting in trouble?"

"Will you shut up Melic?"

"No."

"So be it." Jerim muttered a few words and waved his hand at Melic with a faint blue glow trailing after. "There, that should shut you up."

" ."

"You'll have to teach me that one."

"I don't trust you with that kind of magic Vena."

"Meanie."

"So as I was saying, he left the academy to find a better use of his skills."

"But I thought he wasn't allowed to continue?"

"That's why he sneaked away from the academy with a few things and started the projects again on his own."

"Oh right, like you did."

"Well, yes, but if I can find him, I can help further his projects with information I have uncovered in my stay at the academy."

"So what if he's gone?"

"I hadn't really planned on that, but I guess we'd turn around and go home."

"But you knew of the attacks, right?"

"Yes, well, they were being easily turned back when I left."

"But apparently that's changed, right?"

"I'm afraid so, I mean, he was able to turn back any force for a long time."

"How long?"

"Oh, a couple centuries or so."

"A couple centuries?"

"Yes, well, I guess that would seem a long time when you look at it from the outside."

"Wait a minute, what's the average life span of these higher up people?"

"Well, ever since that accident, probably just a few centuries, for a few at least."

"Really?"

"Well, let's see now, Barrin is probably about six and his wife is about four."

"Centuries?"

"Yes, and then Urza is about four or five by now."

"Centuries too?"

"No, millennia."

"What?!?!"

"Well, he lives under different circumstances."

"Like what, dragon blood?"

"No, he has the immortal blood of a Planeswalker."

"Okay, too much information, my brain hurts."

"So are we going now?"

"Melic, just how long ago did you undo that spell?"

"Oh, about the time you cast it."

"Why do I bother . . ."

"Because it's fun!"

"Not with you always sidestepping my spells."

"So improve your spells."

"Yeah, and teach me too."

"Vena, I told you once, I am not teaching you any spells."

"But . . ."

"No Vena! No magic for you!"

"Aw, this is about that food thing, isn't it?"

"Which one? Your routine changes daily."

"And I have a legitimate excuse every day too. So where to now? Lunch?"

"Vena, it's not even close to noon!"

"But I'm-"

"I'm only going to say it one more time Vena, I don't want to here it."

"So it's all right to do it tomorrow?"

"No Vena."

"But you said you would stop telling me not to, so I thought you meant you were giving up."

"I meant that I'll start using other measures to keep you from saying it."

"Well that's not fair, you complain all the time too."

"Yes, and that's about your complaining."

"Oh, right, so can we go now?"

"You have any idea where we can go Melic?"

"Yeah, there's a village a couple days walk north of here."

"Wow, Melic the walking map."

"Why thank you." Takes slight bow.

And this is normal . . . "All right people, let's move out!"

"What about lunch?"

"Vena, what did I tell you earlier?"

"Oh, right, the never again thingy . . ."

"Yes Vena, never again."

"So should we really be looking for someone who's a dropout?"

"Melic, he didn't drop out, he just went down another path in life."

"So he was kicked out?"

That would probably have been the easy way out but, "No Melic, he left under his own will."

"I still think he'd be a bad influence for our little Vena here."

"Who you calling little? I could beat you up any day!"

"Actually, Urza admired the work he did up here, but Barrin was the one with power over the academy so Gatha left."

"Again with talking about how he dropped out."

"He didn't drop out!!'

"Or so you think."

"Melic, just shut up."

"So is it lunch time yet?"

"Vena . . ."

"Oh, sorry, please continue."

"At least I have one vote of confidence."

"Actually, I was talking to Jerim."

"What? Whose side are you on?"

"The one with the food."

"I have the food!"

"But he decides when we get it."

"All right, you win, we'll just sit and listen to Jerim's tales of treachery."

"Yea, I win!"

"So can we leave now? That village isn't getting any closer you know."

"Well, on to new adventures in other lands."

"We could always go to Lanawar."

"Melic, last time we were there, you were overwhelmed by squirrels."

"Oh, right, bad memories there."

"Yeah, it was rather humiliating."

"Is this something I should now about?"

"No Vena, what happened there stays there."

"Hey Melic, remember that gambling place in Argive?"

"Shut up, I don't need to be reminded."

"And then there was that time in Bennalia when you went to get firewood, not a tree for miles."

"Will you guys knock it off?"

"But it's so much fun."

"Well, you're bringing up bad memories, what if I did that to you? Like that one time in Jamurra when you were running from giant spiders?"

"Um, that was you."

"Okay, what about in Urborg with the swarm of vampire bats that you thought were just trying to be friendly?"

"Yeah, that would be you again."

"Okay, I'm going to stop trying, too many bad mistakes . . ."

"Hey, why don't we write a book about it?"

"What?"

"Hey, yeah, I've known Melic long enough to write a few chapters."

"Wait a minute."

We could get started as soon as we get back to Argive."

"What if I decided to publish a book on it first, then what would you guys have on me?"

"You making fun of yourself."

"You know, I don't get you guys sometimes."

"And you've known us how long?"

"Oh, about twenty years at least."

"And it hasn't stuck?"

"You're point?"

"You don't learn quickly, do you?"

"Okay, let's get moving so we can reach that village sometime this year, then we can decide on what to do from there."

"Like writing a book?"

"Or eating lunch?"

"Yes, Yes, soon enough we can go back to doing whatever we want."
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T.D.: Okay, so now I'm all that closer to getting my story typed up, if anyone has any ideas, go ahead and put them in your review or e-mail me or whatever.

Pegasus: And send four dozen crates of red wine to my castle.

T.D.: Umm . . .

Pegasus: And make sure no one tries to take my Egyptian god cards.

T.D.: Umm, don't you remember giving those to Isis to hide for you?

Pegasus: Who did the what now?

T.D.: I'm going to ignore you now, and hopefully I'll get some reviews soon . . .