(A/N: To Kaylessa: Actually, I didn't even know that Cyrilia was a sword of truth.  I really like that you're looking for roots in my names.  I actually got the name [pathetic, I know] from a character in Ella Enchanted named Cyril.  Miniscule part, but I liked the name.  I'll start trying to add more allusions for you.  I didn't think anyone would pay attention to that sort of thing, but I try from time to time.  I just wasn't doing it then.)

"Well, there's something I didn't expect."  I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Me neither."

"Hm."  My shoulders slumped.  "That still doesn't help us."

"Right.  But… I know how to get to Kyrria."

I brightened.  "Seriously?"

Michelle nodded.  "It's illegal and dangerous, but Cyrillianna and Chelmak were adamant in teaching me."

"I don't care how dangerous it is."  I said fervently.  "Just take me somewhere that curses are real and cures are just as.  And we can find your dad."

"Come on then.  We've gotta get to someplace private."

Someplace private ended up being a bathroom.  Stinky and small were my two favorite non-swearword descriptive words.  The gay man behind the desk gave us the key and glared at us as we left, muttering something about kids skipping. 

"How do you do this?"  I asked.

"I… it's kind of hard, actually."  Michelle wrinkled her nose.  "Hold on," she thought, "well, don't really hold on, just… oh, never mind.   The point is, it might take me a minute."

"Okay.  We've got time; it's not as if anyone's looking for us."

"Do you hear sirens?"  Michelle asked.

"Yeah, but they're not coming for us.  We're just skipping school.  The worst they'll do is tell our parents."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Anyone in there?"

"Yes!"  I shouted.  "Give me a minute." 

"Let me in!  Let me in!"  The man outside shouted.  "Or I'll shoot!"

I was going to let him in anyway.  He had, after all, told me to.  I grimaced as I opened the door. Michelle's eyes became round and she was very pale.  A tall, toned young man darted in, holding a gun in his hands like his savior.  He pointed it shakily at me and then pulled it away.

"You're just a kid."

"No.  I'm an adolescent."  I argued.

"Whatever."  The man said, closing the door.  "If they ask, I'm not in here."

Haha!  It wasn't a command.

"We're escaping the law too."  I said, to keep words flowing.

"Sure."  He tugged on his leather jacket while staring at the cruddy wooden door.

"You don't believe me!"  I cried indignantly.

"Who said I didn't?"  He looked back at me.

"How old are you?"  I asked.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Eighteen."  He looked back at the door.

"My name is boring.  How about yours?"

"Yeah.  Mine too."

Michelle's jaw was trembling.  I mouthed to her think!  I'll handle this.

"Mine is Cathy."

"Mm."  He pressed his ear to the door.

"Do you know what's touched that door?"  I indicated the dark stains.

"No."

"Me neither, that's what scares me."

He drew slowly away.  "Keep your mouth shut for a minute."

How long was a minute?  Michelle drew me away for a moment and my mouth was no longer under custody of the criminal's command.

"Cathy," she whispered urgently, "I've just remembered.  But…."

"But what?  Just do it!"

"We can't go without…."  She indicated our new "friend."

"Oh well, he'll appreciate it."

"Will we?"

"He's kind of cute." 

"Don't even joke."  Michelle warned.  "This is serious.  He has a gun."

"He'll shoot all of the bad guys."

Michelle sighed.  "Okay, whatever." 

"Hey, cool it back there!"  The guy whispered harshly.  We heard gravel crunching.  "Oh my God."  He shook noticeably.

"Kyrria hence mine body and thine."  Michelle spoke clearly.

"I heard voices in the bathroom!"  A cop cried.  "Come on!"

"Take me to thine womb."

"Quick!"  Footsteps grew faster.

"Oh crap!"  The man looked around and his breathing increased.

"So mote it be."

The door began to shake, but we were gone before we could see the cops' surprised faces.