Chapter 2

A tall, eight-teen-year-old girl, with oddly colored hair, that started golden blonde at the roots and slowly shade by shade became a vibrant red, giving the appearance that she was on fire with her crazy 'dye' job, leisurely meandered down the sidewalk on side of a less then average busy street of the large city she had come to reside in. She hummed to herself in tune with the music playing rather loudly disc man. She had the day off of work and was now going to the shabby run down park she and her not quite earthly friends usually hung out at. She sighed and looked at the bright blue sky as she hot sun beat down on her as well as the many other wandering bodies on the sidewalk, she narrowed her eyes at it, and not just because of the glare, how she hated that damn sun.

"Hey baby!" She heard someone yell behind her, but she simply ignored it, as usual. "Baby! Hey baby, I'm talking to you!" He yelled again.

She exhaled sharply, completely displeased by this tedious display men used to intimidate women, and turned the corner into a darkened, dead end alley. She could hear the males behind her begin to laugh. "Wrong turn baby." One of them snapped with a nasty grin clearly painting a perfect picture of what he and his friends intended.

She turned and faced them, slowly, with a smug smirk caste across her features. She leaned against the red brick wall behind her crossing her arms in front of her. "Is that a fact?" She asked in a singsong voice confusing the boys as she pulled out her ear phones hoping that she'd be able to hear their screams of shock and horror. "Cause really, this wall here," she jerked her head back, "is nothing more then a minor set back. And don't be mistaken, it is very minor" She watched their puzzled expressions closely as she felt her body heat up and transfer itself to the brick wall behind her. She began to sink back as the wall began to melt away from her. She smirked as the guys faces fell into features of fear as they backed away and ran, just as she broke through to the other side. "I guess I get a new short cut." She smiled and stepped through the opening and continued on her way allowing the cool spring breeze carry away her heat and cool her skin pleasantly.

She stalked through the greenery and saw her friends. She smiled and broke through the foliage and waved to them as she jogged up.

"Hey Fyre!" One of the taller guys said as he pulled her into a hug which Fyre returned politely. Just cause she was on another planet didn't mean she hadn't grown to like attention and grab whatever boy she thought worthy of loving a goddess.

"Hey there boys and girls." She smiled at the rest of them before intently began a heated conversation with one of the boys. She was so happy here, but she still missed the action, and her master and true friends.

"Is it ready?" Dilandau demanded pacing back and forth through the sorcerers workshop. They were still rushing around the room, back and forth, back and forth. It was starting to really annoy the dark lord.

The object in center of the mess and confusion was a glass orb, filled with a metallic pinkish red dust created from crushed drag-energist. They were in a panic as they quickly adjusting the properties on the control panel that lay beside the softly glowing orb.

"Almost my Lord." A sorcerer replied hastily with a bob of his head in Dilandau's general direction. As Emperor Dornkirk had died only three years ago, these mad scientists now came, with their technology, to anyone who paid. But they all knew Dilandau, and if he was not pleased, they would all die long and agonizing deaths. These mad men wouldn't even be here now if the now disgustingly rich mercenary boy and his small yet strong army of Dragon Slayers, some who were barely men, weren't paying the sorcerers three times as much as they usually got. Of course this project was three times as hard, though none of them dared ask for more money, or time.

"Well hurry up." Dilandau snapped. They were doing quite well, given they had only been allowed three months. This was the last month and their last day, and they all knew that either they delivered, or the lost their lives. There were no second chances with Dilandau.

"Of course Lord." Another clocked figure said as he rushed by. So far they had managed to bring animals, nothing truly specific, just by color, size, shape, abilities. So they were somewhat confident that they could bring back what they were being paid to get. Unless every being one the Mystic Moon had some sort of special ability.

"We are ready my Lord, but we should go outside, it always work much better when you can see the Mystic Moon." The lead sorcerer said quickly, bowing his head.

Dilandau snorted, turned and lead the way out of the cavern. The walked through the corridors of rock, and stone to emerge on the side of a mountain. This was the Dragon Slayers base, a complicated network of caves and vast caverns.

The sorcerers worked feverishly, carefully asking for specifics, and calculating.

"Well?" Dilandau demanded as his person Dragon Slayers, the originals came out to watch the scene, followed by the new batch of Slayers that they had been training. The new boys were clad in light gray. Soon more Slayers emerged, blinking in the sunlight. These ones had been the recruits found after the Great War. They were all dressed in simple black, while the originals still wore deep blue and Dilandau blood red.

"We are ready my Lord." The sorcerer stepped back smiling.

'It is time for you to come back to me, and get what you deserve!' Dilandau thought murderously as he pictured the girl he knew. She was never truly beautiful, actually she had been barely even passably pretty. She had been flat chested and had almost no curves to speak of. Her thin features, and too much muscle to have any feminine charm. She had grown up wild and alone and had retained the most peculiar habits. He never had a clue as to why she was called a goddess she didn't look like past goddess who had walk Gaea's surface, who were gorgeous beyond comparison. But of course that had been three years ago, even though Dilandau didn't see any possibility that she had changed much, if at all. He stared at the Mystic Moon. His Slayer was coming back to get the beating she deserved. "Do it." He growled.

The sorcerers quickly activated the orb, which shot a thin white beam towards the Mystic Moon, it's tail disappearing, now all the could do was wait.

The sun was slowly setting as Frye was wandering around the park by herself. She had gone back to her house and packed a bag, she was going over to her friends for a couple days, for her own good. The Social Workers were trying to find her again, they knew nothing about this strange girl who had just shown up one day and it seemed to piss them right off. Ever since she had shown up they had been trying to put her in a home but she never stayed for long and it must have been frustrating. They wanted her prints and her past and neither she was going to give up easily. She couldn't get in trouble here if she didn't exist. And oh the trouble she did cause, and how it amused her so. She had to disappear, at least for a while. She already told her boss she wanted a week off, and of course she got it. They had enough girls to bartend for a while. And the new girls needed some time to get use to being there alone, and having to take care of themselves. 'Disgusting men, drunk, old, young and perverted, how I loath them…' She thought, of how she wished she could get them all into that stink hole of a strip club/bar that rivaled where she worked and cook them all alive in their own filth and juices.

Fyre brought in most of the customers for her bar, she was the reason. Yes it was a nice place with pretty girls and all but earth men were obviously intrigued by her. They came to see the fights of the under ground New York women's 'championship'. Frye was the 'Champ' and many guys wanted their girls to take that away from her. They even tried to get her drunk, but she made sure that as the drink slid down her throat, it would evaporate. Fyre always won, none had her strength and speed, which came with being a goddess, even if they did work out almost constantly they could never have what came to her naturally.

She allowed her lava churning eyes to wander to the sky above. She knew her eyes were yellow and flaming. Many believed it was surgery or contacts but her eyes, her demonic eyes, they are what scared people on Gaea so. Especially if they came upon her in the dark, she even on the occasion frightened the Dragon Slayers in the middle of the night with her vicious glowing eyes. She stood there alone, looked for any sign of her planet, of her home A light breeze blew through her hair, her tight ass black leather jeans and black full-length leather trench cloak made her look both sexy and lethal. He red leather halter-top showed plenty of her skin, and her the black orb with flames painted on it hanging on her navel. Leather was the only thing she had to remind her of Gaea, and her team. She now called them her team, Earth had effected her greatly. Their technology, culture, everything.
Her black metallic earrings glittered beautifully in the star light, the black and red swirled bar in her eyebrow moved as her eye brows raised slightly.

She watched the sky closely, a particular star caught her attention. It was brighter then the rest and growing even more so. 'That can't be an airplane…can it?' She thought as the light continued to grow. She watched it as it flew across the sky. 'Ok, I'm thinking alien now, but what the hell?' She thought as it flew miles above her. Suddenly it froze, directly over top of her. 'I don't want to be probed!' She thought as the light suddenly fell down to her. 'Actually this could turn out to be interesting…I wonder if aliens can fight.' The light grew and pierced right through her centre. She smiled as she was pulled upward, realizing what this meant. She was going home, and, her smile fell, she knew what was coming next.

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