Bad news... The only reason I am able to type right now is because of QuickEdit. My computer believes that we have no disk space even though we have plenty on both hardrives. When I access Word, it claims that we cannot run it due to that. Hopefully, my family will be able to puchase a cheap but fully-operational computer soon. So just bear with my imperfect grammar and spelling.

Amanda Swiftgold, I much appreciate your review. It made me very happy. :D And about the Japanese names... I just really like them. I'm trying to get a mixture of names that I make and like in this story.

All right. Time to let the inspiration flow. :D
During that time when I was getting over my first serious failure, I began to notice things that I had merely overlooked. The sudden awareness triggered when I went to a place I had never visited before. In a sense, it was like a morgue...

I felt hopeless in this situation for I can not take action in fighting. What else can I do to aid in this struggle? Nothing...Nothing at all.

I decided to take a walk.

Instead of travelling the upper areas, I went to the poorer section of Kanzas. In other words, I went below.

Although this area housed the winglies who were neither noble nor soldiers, it did not portray it. The only difference is that they just don't get to see the sky so often.

I went to activate a warp, but I found that it was not working. This was very strange.

I took in a deep breath as a steadied myself subconsciously. I assume that my eyes look hazy for that is how I feel now. However, I am not surprised. My crimson eyes are merely searching for the magic trail that this warp leaves behind.

I now have a general concept as to where the warp may lead, and with that knowledge, it was not hard to find a tunnel. Even us winglies have simplistic preparations for anti-magical fields.

This feeling inside of me is grim.

I forced my wings to flare out as the end of the downward tunnel passed me by. This place, for whatever reason, held a scent of decaying time. Imaginary cobwebs clung to me, further adding to my disgust. These hyperactive sense are begining ot irk me.

The base of this large area is filled with liquid that I am not positive of its identity.

Suddenly there is a flash or a spark, and that is all I cna recall.

"How are you, Miss Wingly?"

Not this again...

"What is the matter? Aren't you happy to see me again?"

"The last time, boy, I was suffering from a wound that should have claimed my life," I reply with the hint of a snarl.

"But I helped you, didn't I," he responds so innocently. I have come to hate that. "I believe you don't really want ot help us. Do you?"

I lung forward and scream, "Do I look like a traitorous dog to you?"

The boy, unfased ans cross legged, put a slender hand on his chin. "Quite frankly, you look like a wingly who has no understanding of her leader."

"You don't know a thing about him, you bastard..."

This ignorant boy stood at this, and I believe that a smile flickered on his immature face.

"Then how about I show you."

In an instant, were are now at the same tree as before except there was more land then the last time.

I followed him as he motioned me over. He pointed into a small pond.

I can not see anything inside its waters, but as I lower myself for a closer inspection, I notice a small room is reflected in the tranquil body.

And that is when he pushes me in with a small giggle.

I feel the air leave my lungs. I can hear the disturbance I made in the water. Those unnatural currents drift past me as I feel myself slowly sink. I wearily open an eye, and I open my other startled eye. The feeling is no more.

I see the image clearly now. The room is hard to identify due to a bright source in the center. The light appears to be hiding images.

Those are no illusions. They are my brethren. He, the Frahma Fool, locked us in that sphere, and uses our powers for his own gain. The others and I hate to admit that we had underestimated him, but that is how we fell into this predicament.

I am able to talk to you in this dream-like state simply because I am the strongest.

I am Soa.

We humbly request that you aid us.

Defeat Frahma. Take the Sphere of the Moon.

I'll release you know. Your 'mentor' is comming.

I am back in the dark room, but I feel something tied tightly around my hand. It is some type of thread, but that is all that I can make out in the dim lighting that came from sparse cracks.

That will be your guide among humans, came Soa's fading voice.

So, he didn't quite leave yet.

I fell to the ankle-high water.

Maybe moments later, I was leaning against a wall. Once again, I begin to notice things that I had not before.

There was another scent in this room besides age.

I know now where I am.

Sheer disgust is all I can think of. I scolded myself for not noticing the scent of wastes sooner.

I realize that it is not odd for that warp to not be working, after all, who would want to go to the waste deposit?

But this place is fitting for me somehow. I belong with the most putrid of garbage, and that is because I am going to play the Gods's pet serpent.

Leader, mentor, brethren or no, Melbu can not escape the destiny that was placed between us now.

But I have to get out of Kanzas.

How simple it is to conjure up a flame and melt a hole. As I left from the waste, the hole seals itself up.

Did Melbu use his new toy to enhance his fortress? Apparently so.

Now... Now I fly downwards.

I spare a glance at the red ribbon on my right hand. I wonder what it will do...

I remember after Soa spoke to me for a second time. It could have been easily stated as the most confusing time of my life. I feel so much different from when I was merely Shinobu Tsuda, lieutentant under Melbu Frahma's vast army. I had always devoted myself to Soa and his gods' plight.

However, I had not known at that time that they changed my fate in order to insure that they would be released.

I have berated myself many times for giving in to his sugar-coated story.

I have berated myself many times for becoming a serpent so soon.

There is one thing that I take solace in. Only Soa survived.

And not even Soa knows what I had seen in the final fight when their prison had shattered.