Hey ya'll! I've been really busy lately. I moved! That is why I haven't updated for a while! Jez, I'm gonna have to update all of my stories . . . what a pain!

Oh well! On with the story!

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Chapter 4:

I didn't go back to the bar immediately. I didn't know why. I had a strange feeling that I just couldn't go back, like it wasn't the time. It was like, having this girl with me heightened my senses, especially, my sense of danger. So, I stayed amongst the rocks at the beach holding the strange girl. She shifted slightly and then awakened.

She jumped from me and looked around at the strange new place, then her gaze shifted back to me, "Where is Mama?"

"Damia, she is one with the ocean." I surprised myself by the calmness of my voice, it was like I knew what to say, when I wanted to remain silent.

"But . . . . . No! I want to go to!" Damia started running to the ocean, but I grabbed her around her small waist and held her in my lap.

"Your mother wants you to stay with me." I stated bluntly.

She looked at me for a moment, then seemed to relax. Damia then proceeded to make an inspection of me. She crawled all over my lap, then she jumped off of my lap, picked up a rock and threw it at my armor. She giggled at the clunking sound and continued throwing rocks at my chest with glee. The only thing I could do was sit there and look pretty . . . that didn't come out right.

After hours seemed to have passed with her chucking various objects at me, my sense of danger wore off. I knew it was time to return to the bar where Lloyd and Lenus were waiting for me. I stood up, immediately regretting it as a rock hit me where no man should ever be hit.

When I recovered I picked Damia up, "It's time to go!"

Damia hopped onto my shoulders, "Where we go!"

I chuckled, "We go to meet my friends."

"Where?"

"At a place . . ."

"Where place?"

" . . . . . on the hill,"

"Why hill?"

" . . . . . . . because it's there."

"Where?"

"Where my friends are . . . . ."

"Why?"

" . . . . . . . Damia, it's time to be quiet."

Damia nodded and I let out a sigh of relief, only to be changed to a groan when she pulled on my hair. Oh well, I would prefer this better than getting confused by a small infant child.

I walked into the bar with Damia on my shoulders, I quickly scanned the room for Lloyd. What surprised me was . . . he wasn't there. Neither was Lenus, where did they go? I set Damia down at my feet. "Stay with me."

She nodded.

I went over to the bartender, Damia's chubby fingers were clenched tightly around my leg. "Have you seen my frie . . . . masters?" I had to be careful what I said because there were Winglies in the bar."

The man nodded, "They went to the hotel above us, go on up. It's a shame though . . . . . slavery, what is the world coming to?"

A wingly man stood up and charged toward the bartender. Without a word he picked up the bartender and pulled a dagger from his pocked. He cut his through very neatly. He cut it deep enough so that it would kill him, but he cut it light enough so that the death would be slow and painful. Frozen in my spot, I could only put my hand over Damia's eyes. She was to innocent to see the pain this man was suffering.

The pain started gurgling on his own blood, crimson swirls stained the counters until he finally died. The wingly man just stood there and laughed. Then he seemed to notice me. He was starting to turn his crazed ideas onto me. I stood there, not wanting the figure to intimidate me.

Damia then stood in front of me and glared at the imposing threat, "Back off MY slave."

My jaw almost dropped, I couldn't believe that someone so young understood slavery, let alone she claiming to be my master.

The wingly stood there, shifted his glance from me to Damia, until he seemed to back off. I didn't understand why though, Damia didn't even look remotely like a wingly. She jumped onto my shoulders again and I started up the stairs. Lloyd and Lenus were waiting in the hallway. They looked at me in relief, and looked at Damia in surprise.

I smiled, "Hey, I think I'm hungry."

Lloyd laughed and Lenus smacked her head. I could see that they were happy to have me back.

Lenus face turned serious, "It isn't as safe as we though in Rouge, we can't stay another night, we move out in the morning."

I set Damia down as she stared at the to winglies in awe, "What happened?"

Lloyd rubbed his temples, "Winglies have come here to start a war with the humans here. I know it sounds weird . . . but they only really want to get more slaves to . . . . . . . feed off of?"

My eyes bulged, "WHAT!"

"Er . . . they use human lives to increase their magic. The Wingly Nation wants more power and more control of Endiness, we need to think a place where you can go. A place that you will be safe and OW! Okay, who's the little fish over here!" Lenus screamed as Damia jabbed her though the vacant area of her leotard.

"Oh, this is Damia, I've decided to take her as my daughter." I clasped my hand over my mouth. Where in Endiness did that come from!

Lloyd burst out laughing at the expression on my face and slapped me on my back. A curt glare from Lenus cut him short though. "No, she will be our daughter."

"WHAT! Jez Lenus, you guys just got married! I know Lloyd can't work that fast! Sure he's fast I've heard it from – mmph!" Lloyd covered my mouth and glared at me.

Lenus raised an eyebrow, "We have to have some reason for getting married, and she is perfect." Lenus picked Damia up like a rag doll and exited the room.

I laughed as a though struck me, "Hey Lloyd, you know Damia's three right?"

Lloyd raised an eyebrow.

"You guys were twelve when you decided to do it!"

Lloyd whacked me on the head, "In HER dreams."

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