A/N: I know, the chapters have been short. Next chappie is longer, as are most the upcomming ones.

Lyfe.exe: Yeah, they'll get longer. But I'm really not up to producing chapters that are 4,000 + words long usually, I don't have enough time / energy to manage that. Not reguarly, anyway.

Jedi Master Kyre AKA JKM AKA Chaos Storm: Good idea. Problem being, I'm a college student, and lazy. I'm not eating chocolate reguarly, heck, I usually don't even drink a lot of coke / various carbonated drinks. Besides, sugar rushes don't help me. They just make me want to play DDR, and I burn out the energy, collapse, and take a nap. No inspiration there, just burned time.

Arrival

I winged tiredly into the city. From the sky, I could see a building standing alone, surrounded by water vaguely, the night-cycle had already begun for the area.

This was the place I'd stay for awhile. Cities are always easy for an individual to get 'lost' in, because of the number of individuals in the confined area – most didn't know everyone there. I was born in a city myself… well, before the war clamed the place, and a few friends of mine 'went away' (I learned later they were killed).

A wide, grassy area caught my eye, and I spiraled down to it, landing gently with no humans nearby (there were not many out anyway, they must favor the light-cycle).

I smiled slightly, looking around. The treas… or whatever the word was, would work well… I selected one with a wide spread of branches, and began the Calling.

Summoners got a few toys, being in the military. One of which was a 'mobile dwelling' that was impossible to detect (in actuality, 'nearly so', but that was good enough), and almost as good as being home.

It would take about… two earth minutes for the Calling to complete itself.

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I climbed up the trea, and said in Ocisishuhyan, "Tuán, Grand Summoner, first class of the United Ocisishuhyan Alliance. Let me in, by the powers that we call upon."

The change was instantaneous. One moment, I was sitting in a trea, the next, I was standing in the entryway to the mobile dwelling. I looked around, then smiled. I'd heard horror stories about them, but apparently they weren't that bad. I could see a food preparation area, a small dining area suitable for a few visitors, a larger room with a collection of moderately comfortable seats, a gleg… restroom (I've got to try to use the human's language whenever possible, even in my thoughts…), sleeping berth, and a small electronics room was barely visible through the seating room (parlor), which was probably the hub of the security for the place.

Toiréasa remained silent for a few moments, then said (with a note of shock in her 'voice') My my… you summoners seem to live a comfortable life.

I replied dryly, Of course we do. We're the ones that call the Final Summons, or use Final Strikes. I mentally shuddered at the second option, it was NOT a pleasant way to go. We all know that we have a greater probability to die than the soldiers, and they know it too. We risk our… souls with our Art.

Toiréasa remained silent, then needles of frozen Dihydrogen Monoxide began to chill their way throughout me.

Toiréasa, after the torture was over, dropped to the (carpeted, I believe the word is) floor, and paced directly to the food storage unit. "Feed me."

I chuckled wearily, and went to the unit. Though rare, some summoners DID have bonds to bi'waga, so there were some supplies for them (enough for a good while). Besides, I could eat what a bi'waga ate anyway, so there was little waste if the summoner did not have a bi'waga.

After she had enough food to content her, I plodded wearily to the sleeping berth, and collapsed into rest.