Ron could hear the beeping of his alarm clock, but he really didn't want to respond to it for fear it would be real and another day of school was going to occur. Then the beeping stopped and a warm presence appeared at the back of his neck.

Groaning, "I like you more before you became a dragon," rolling over and looking at Rufus

Indifferent the mole glared at him, "Tim?" his voice worried

"Fine I'll call," pulling himself from his warm bed to find his kimmunicator, but rather than Kim's face he was greeted by Wade. "Sorry, I thought I had this thing set on Kim," he said a bit sheepishly rubbing eye's yawning.

"You did, I had it rerouted,"

This brought Ron around real quick, "Is something wrong with Tim Wade?" Getting ready to spring into high gear over to the Kim's side.

"No, he's OK, she's on a job."

Breathing a sigh of relief, "What the hell could be so important, it's her brother for crying out loud!?" He found it hard to believe Kim would leave him for any job.

"Twenty kids, all under thirteen went missing in London, all girls, there are reports of a child slavery ring running in the area," even Ron could tell Wade's voice was forced to be unemotional, "Now I have to go, if Kim calls I need to be ready with any help I can give," the screen going dark.

"Damn," it was all Ron could say.

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"Some people are really sick," it was the first thing Zita had said since they Ron had told her everything that had happened between when they parted company yesterday to that moment. "Child slavery, I hope she wipes the floor with them."

"You'll get no argument from me," in total agreement with the Knight of Water.

"So you have anything planned for the rest of the day?"

"Not a thing why?" getting a feeling his new partner had something other than Everlot on her mind

"I did a bit of web surfing last night, I found a forge in the area, well I think I did the site was pretty old, but there's a chance it's still there, it's a few miles out of town, but it's worth a look."

"Your telling me I've been criss-crossing the country and there was a forge in our own back yard, I'm going to kill Wade," shaking his head in mock disgust.

"So you in?"

"Sure, but don't you have to work?"

"Actually I just quit the job, seemed like I might need some more free time," a knowing smile on her lips.

"Thanks Zita, so first thing after school?"

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As per plan Ron and Zita met up, each making a side trip to gather their respective weapon, Ron's in his backpack, Zita's wrapped in cloth. Not for the first time Ron was grateful he knew a few of Kim local contacts that owed her limitless favors, as he wheeled and dealed the two of them a ride out to where Zita said the forge was. The forge was fairly far out of the way but when they arrived it became clear why the website was old, the forge was out of work, and from the looks of it, it had been that way for a few years. Vines and moss were over running the brick building.

"Well, all I can say is I'm sorry Ron," a Zita glared at the building, kicking the ground, bringing up a clump of dirt and grass.

"We can still catch a ride back," as Ron jerked his thumb at the car.

"Good," not particularly happy about the situation, Rufus just wanted to go home.

"Fine you two can leave, I did not come all this way to not find out what's here," heading towards the building.

Ron shook his head, turned to the car waving them off and followed Zita, hoping he wasn't going to regret this decision later. Between the three they managed to force the door to the forge open, and where greeted by darkness.

Walking back into the light, "Did you bring a flash light?" Kicking himself for over looking something he always carried in his mission gear.

"No, but I have another idea," a wicked smile on her lips

Ron followed her gaze to the top of the building, several windows dark from years of dirt collection just sat there. Ron didn't have to think hard to get her meaning pulling out his ax.

"Bet I can break more than you," a strange little grin on his face

"You'd probably win that, I have no idea how to make this damn trident fire," glaring at her weapon as she pulled the covering off it. "I tried all day yesterday, and didn't get so much as a spark.

"We'll figure that out when we come to it Zita," as he fired at the windows shattering them, missing every three or four shots but in the end every window around the forge had been shattered.

"You could use a little practice on the aim," Zita commented, as she carefully walked in to the now semi lit forge, making sure to avoid the glass on the floor. "Well it's a little better now," scanning the room as Ron followed her in.

"Well everything seems to be here," picking at a few of the tools, they were old, but they seemed to still be in good condition. The more he looked, the more he realized it was nicer in here than it was in Mister Erikson's, almost like the whole place had been preserved from the elements by the stone walls. In fact it looked like it could open it's doors and start doing business again.

"Well that explains some things," Zita's voice brought Ron back to the present, "According to this old flyer this was going to be part of a renaissance park."

"Yeah I thing I remember hearing about that, it was suppose to be a pretty big event, I think the financing fell through or something like that, it's been a while."

"I guess someone tried to make of go of this place after it fell through, I wonder why they kept the flyer."

"Who knows, maybe sentiment, maybe it was someone request," as Ron looked at the forge, "So I don't suppose you have some matches on you?"

"I told you, you should have brought the Sword."

"Won't do any good, I can't make it work."

"Hey," the Mole rat yelled having enough of being ignored, walking over to them and blew a small jet of fire between them

"duh, we have a fire breathing dragon with us," as the two mentally slapped themselves

Even with Rufus it took them several attempts to bring the forge back to life. And then like Ron before her, Zita worked like a woman possessed in the forge, an invisible hand guiding her work, the trident itself aiding in it's reconstruction. With in a few hours the work was done, the trident now possessed a striking blue color, a gold dragon coiling up the shaft near the barbs.

"She's beautiful," it was all Zita could say as she looked at her work, not sure how she had done it, wiping sweat from her face.

"She?' Ron asked

"All weapons are she, don't you know anything," rolling her eyes laughing a it at the old cliché

"I know how to do this, Forest Before Me," holding his ax up changing before her eyes

"Not fair Ron, how the hell am I suppose to do that?"

"I went over this, you just know how, but lets try something simple shoot Rufus."

"What!?!" making the mole rat stare at his owner

"I'm joking Rufus," looking around before pointing, "see that old post try hitting it."

Zita held the trident much the same way she had two day's ago, not sure what to do at first, then she felt the charging of energy once more somewhere between the trident and herself and three blots of blue energy struck the post knocking it over.

"Sweet, I can't believe I did that," getting a bit of a rush from the act, a few more tries and she was sure she could make it happen anytime she wanted.

"So how about something a bit more interesting Zita?"

"You have something in mind big boy?," slapping herself mentally hoping that didn't come off as flirty out loud as it had in her ears.

"Come on, I did a little looking while you were practicing," bring her past the building to a fairly large open field. With the exception of a few over grown weeds and some tall grass there was nothing that could really interfere with them. "I'm guessing who ever owned this property cleared this for the park before it fell through."

"Good guess," turning to him, "so what are you proposing?"

"Your trident verse my ax and armor, see what we can do about testing what you've learned, maybe get the old knight in there to lend you some of his moves."

"You are kidding right?" Not believing for a second he was actually going to fight her. A belief that vanished when he positioned his body in a fighting stance. "Crap," bringing her trident to bear.

"Twin Timber Ax's" summoning his second blade, he darted in, slicing at her chest with the short handled blade in his right hand, Zita caught the blade with the shaft of her trident , only noticing the ax in his left hand was descending on her from above, A quick readjustment of the weapon and she caught the ax blade between the points of the trident and delivered a powerful kick to Ron's stomach forcing him back.

"How did I do that?"

"Told ya benefit of a the weapon," Ron told her, he had felt the impact of her foot, but the armor absorbed the actual force. Lunging back at, Zita side stepped him, repositioning herself bringing the shaft across Ron's stomach doubling Ron over, a quick pull freeing the weapon from Ron, she quickly brought the pointed end down on Ron's back like a paddle knocking him to the ground. Ron felt each hit but as before, there was no pain associated with them. The first hit had surprised him, the second reminded him this girl was not to underestimated, as he fell he caught himself and turned his position to his advantage sweeping her feet out from under her knocking her to the ground.

The two pulled themselves to their feet, Zita this time taking the initiative and attacked Ron, thrusting the trident at him, spinning the ax Ron managed to redirect the blade upwards as he ducked beneath it, his body shifted so his back faced her allowing his free elbow a perfect opening to connect with her stomach, knocking the breath from her and doubling her over on top of him. Shifting his body the arm that had just struck her positioning around her neck, careful to avoid nicking her with the blade, shifting his weight forward he flipped her over him slamming her back on to the ground, bringing them eye to eye.

"Tell me, are you learning anything?" as Ron got to his feet, putting one ax in his belt, offering her his now free hand which she accepted, as she rose she felt something well up in her body, a charging of energy, similar but different from firing the trident, and them the words were at her lips.

The second Ron released her she held us her trident, "Water Around Me," feeling energy wash over her body, she likened it to shower, but different washing over her inside as well as her outside.

Ron watched in amazement as Zita changed, her pink tank top and purple pants along with the rest of her enveloping in light and dark blue water before falling away almost as soon as it incased her. She was now a vision in dark blue and gold. Dark blue tank top and pants, her dark blue boot encasing her leg almost halfway to her knee, the ends lined in gold metal. Around her waist was a gold belt hanging slightly off the hip, attached to it on the right side was a dagger sheathed in gold, it's red hilt ending in a dragon head, identical to the one Ron had. Her arms were encased in fingerless blue gloves that ran just past her elbows, small gold cuffs on her wrists about an inch and a half wide, each possessing a half circle at the upper side of her arm going back another two inches. On her face a pair of dark blue glasses. But the most striking thing was the dragon design on her clothing. Entirely in gold, with purple-black detailing the tail started mid thigh on her left leg and coiled around her body moving from pants to shirt seamlessly ,the single chest coil ending under her left breast, where it's legs extended to either side of her, moving behind her back the head on her right shoulder, the head not the same smooth design of Ron's, it had more a snake quality to it and a horns sweeping back to either side of it's head, matching the dragon on the Barbed Trident.. At the coil dragon on her back was a small slit that could hold the Barbed Trident. For some reason Ron couldn't help but think the suit wouldn't be all that out of place in Everlot.

"You look amazing Zita," it was all he could say, the girl before him was truly pulled the clothing together.

"Thanks," looking herself over, grateful the clothing wasn't skin tight, and a bit shocked by how comfortable she was in it,

"So you want to keep going, Miss Knight of The Water?"

"What do you think?" laughing,

Ron was happy to oblige her moving in fast, the shorter hilted ax arcing up from below her, which she caught with the tridents shaft, rebounding the ax back. Ron didn't let her congratulate herself as he brought the longer hilted ax down on her head, the quick accent of her hands caught the blade on the trident ending the second attack. Moving fast Zita slid her arm up the shaft near the dragon and his ax, shifting the weight and the balance of the trident allowing her to sweep the shaft towards Ron's face, rather than be struck Ron jumped back just missing the sweep. A quick spin bringing the trident's the blades were once more facing Ron. Not wasting time Zita thrust the weapon at his chest. Rather than striking armor the trident impacted the flats of Ron's ax's, forcing him back a few steps but other wise doing little damage.

Positioning the trident she trust it this time firing it's lightning at him, causing him to jump and roll out of the way, quickly silenced as Ron fired twin arcs from his ax's one after the other each connecting with her trident as she blocked them. Ron got to his knee not willing to let Zita get out of a defensive position and fired a wider tandem beam bringing the blades together. Thinking fast Zita used the trident like a pole vault and was carried over the beams. Using the momentum in the air she turned the vault into a kick bringing an extended right leg into Ron's face knocking back.

"How did I..... Ron I'm sor..." she didn't get a chance to finish her thought as Ron, still sliding on his back, arms at his side, fired twin arcs of brown energy at her legs, each connecting, knocking her feet behind her dropping her to the ground face first.

For a time the two remained motionless, finally Ron spook, "You alive Zita?"

"Yeah," not bothering to raise her face from the ground.

"You OK," growing afraid his last attack had hurt her.

"I think so."

"So what aren't you moving"

"As long as I'm down here not attacking I'm safe."

"What?"

"I attack you, you get hurt, then you hurt me worse."

It took Ron a second to figure out what Zita was talking about, his fighting style now a bit or an after thought, "yeah, I guess I excel at counted attacks. But hey your not so bad at frontal attacks, I really felt that kick to the face."

"I'm hoping that's cause we both have this armor on, other wise I want a refund, that or a face mask. Did I knock anything lose?"

"Don't think so, so you want to keep going?"

"No, I think I'm just about done for the moment, want to call it a draw?"

"Draw works," slowly getting to his feet as Rufus, who had been watching from a safe distance ran over to Zita.

"OK?" the mole rat asked, a bit worried

"I said I was Rufus, don't worry about me, I'm a tough bird. And I have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time I'm going to be shot by a mystically powered weapon." After brushing herself off, "So, my tridents been reforged, I know how to make it fire, I have my armor, We've pretty much tested it, anything else we can do here?"

"Shoot me," less a request than a demand

"Excuse me, I don't think I caught that, I thought you said shoot you?"

"I did, I want to know what it feels like."

"Your crazy."

"Hey, better to find out what getting shot feels like now than in the middle of a fight."

"It hurts, I can tell you that much," doing her best to think of a way around this insanity.

"Stop stalling and shoot me Zita, just shoot me."

"Fine," bringing her weapon to bear firing the blue lighting at him picking him off his feet and throwing him back several feet. "Ron," running over to him, "tell me your OK."

"Your right, getting shot sucks," as she helped him to his feet. After a few moments his clothing turned back to leaves then fell off him revealing his normal clothing once more. "The next time I ask you to do something that incredibly stupid slap me up side the head."

"Not a problem," lightly shacking her head laughing

"No me," Rufus insisted

"OK fire ball, we'll both slap him how's that?"

"Good"

"If you two don't stop taking about beating me, I won't have anyone come and get us."

"Damn, knew there was something I forgot," laughing patting him on the back as the three laughed as they went back to the road.

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"So you want to tell me how to get this off?" Zita finally asked, Ron had made the call to get them picked up a while ago and she was getting a little nervous about someone seeing her like this, thus far unable to even lift her shirt up.

"I'm not really sure, it just kind of happens," Ron said a little red, Rufus just covered his face in embarrassment of his owner.

Getting a little panicked, "You mean I might have to be dressed like this forever?" Just as she said it her body once more took on the appearance of water and fell away, leaving her clothed in her original clothing, shaking her head, "never mind, I'm just going to have to get use to this aren't I?"

"You haven't figured that out by now," a bit sarcastic.

"So," walking over to him, her trident once more wrapped in cloth concealing it from the rest of the world, "any suggestions as to how I'm going to walk around town with this thing without getting stared at."

"I found a way."

"You also have a little bitty ax, I have a big fricken' fork!"

"Guys," Rufus said

"Again, not my problem," Ron came off playful

Laughing, "I'll show you not my problem."

"Guy," firing a small burst of flame catching their attention, "car," motioning his head down the road.

"Looks like our ride is here."

"And I was just about to kick your butt again."

"You so wish Zita."

"You want to repeat that?" again laughing

Rufus covered his face in his hands, "Oh brother," knowing it was going to be a long trip back.

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"Thanks for the lift," as Ron waved off their ride, the sun behind them starting to set. Neither was really sure why they hadn't let her drive them to their respective homes, they just knew they needed to walk through town, much to Zita's embarrassment as she did her best not to look self conscious holding a cloth covered trident, visions of the police arresting her for carrying a concealed weapon, or worse stole property running through her minds eye.

Noticing his partners 'deer in the head lights' look Ron put his hand on her shoulder, "Everythings fine Zita, relax, Your with the partner of Kim Possible, someone asks, I'll just tell them it's for Kim." Ron was more than a little shocked at his own words, 'I have got to tell Kim, I'm getting way to good at making up lies.'

The three traveled in relative silence down the street marking their way home, when Ron realized Zita had stopped a few feet back. She was staring at something in a little antique store window. I didn't take Ron long to figure out what it was in the window that had her attention. Past the Silver candle sticks and chalice, old books, and dolls was a ball and chain mace, ending in a cross bar.

"It that what I think it is Ron?" truly not believe what she was seeing.

"Looks like it," equally stunned

"So how to we know..."

"Ask blue," referring to her trident, "just say take me to the blank and it should work, you should feel it drawing you to it."

Getting a grip on her weapon, speaking under her breath, "take me to the Terra Mace," and just like that she felt the weapon pull her forward to the window. For a seconds she was afraid she was going to shatter the store window with the weapon. "I'd say it's the real thing Ron, so how much money you got/"

"Let's find out how much it is first, then we'll start worrying about the money," walking to the door, old jingle bells going off as he walked in, Zita right behind him.

"Yes," the older man said walking past them, speaking with another customer, "I just got this in a few days ago, just put it out today. She's a real beauty, but she's not real silver, but she has her own charms" removing the silver colored cup from the window.

"It's perfect I'll take it," the woman said, and the old man put it in a bag.

"Ron," Zita said a bit insistent.

"One second Zita," waiting on the old man to ring the lady up.

"Ron," pulling on his shoulder a bit, and in a hushed tone, "it moved."

"What moved?"

"The trident, or the mace, I don't know," doing her best to keep her voice low. "something really weird is going on here," turning and walking out of the store, Ron following her on to the street and in to an alley next to the store.

"What do you mean it moved?" a bit confused

"The trident it jerked away from the window," not sure if she had done something wrong.

"Want me to try mine?" a bit confused, hoping if was nerves on Zita's part

"Yeah I would, just to reassure me."

Ron reached his hand into his back pack, "take me to the Terra Mace," and once more felt the push of the weapon on his back. But rather than going to the window where the mace was, he was pushed past it, following the woman who was leaving the store, after a few feet Ron stopped catching a good look at the woman, an idea forming in his head.

"So it's not just me," Zita stated getting a similar idea in her head.

"The mace isn't a mace anymore."

"Looks like were now tracking the terra cup," silently Zita wondered how this happened, "so any idea how we get it? I mean we could follow her, maybe she owes Kim a favor and we could cash it in for the cup."

Shacking his head, "she doesn't owe Kim any favor."

"You know her?" it was kind of an obvious question but she still had to ask.

"Yep, and I think I know how to get it."

"I'm afraid to ask, but what are you thinking."

A sinister little smile on his lips, "We get to go steal from Bonnie Rockwaller."

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Authors note 1- If your wondering who the woman in the store was, it's Bonnies mother

Authors note 2- It may be hard to tell but I'm trying to give the armor of each Knight and Sentinel its own feel tune with the character. Ron's is like his mission clothing but with ninja under tones, all tied into the forest. Zita, it theory has a bit of Everlot in the design (It's been so long since I saw the ep I can't be sure). The Knights are going to be unified by the dragon designs on their 'armor' The sentinels on the other hand or generally more heavily protected. Sea Serpents armor is lighter allowing her more speed and agility and Lightning bat's is more heavily armored, the breast plate is pretty much the some one from the show. Each armor is suppose to reflect the person wearing it.

Authors note 3- I always intended the mace to be really screwed up when it was found, bit it wasn't till today that a thought of the silver Chalice. A little MK history lessen, Ivar the knight of water came to kells looking for it, Mauve was using it to summon Mider. I just thought having the terra mace might be cool, as to how it became that way, I'll more or less explain it in the next chapter.

Authors note 4- things are about to get a little hectic here for the next 2 or so weeks, so don't expect a chapter every night