okay...i'm soooo sorry i haven't updated in a while...here is chapter six. remember: R&R!

oh yeah...i don't own it. Squaresoft does...but i wish i owned Zidane and Kuja! (because then i could give silverwitch07 kuja for her b-day!) but i don't. sniffles lol

Yours In Haste,

KalmeKalica
As Dagger returned back to Alexandria, she walked slowly. It was almost dawn, and the light was just now becoming evident upon the tops of the trees and buildings. Just as she was about to head towards the castle, she was stopped by a pair of guards. The two of them stared at her for a second.

"I'm afraid you're under arrest," the first said. Dagger's head shot up. "For what charge?" she asked, looking up at them.

"For murder," the second said. He turned Dagger around and brought a pair of shackles around her wrists. But I suppose I deserve this anyways… she thought. Dagger hung her head as she was dragged off to a dungeon far away.

The wolf pack ran quickly through the woods. The smell of blood haunted them; they had smelled it from miles away, and now were intent on finding it. Food was life, and blood meant food. They came to an open clearing.

The Alpha-wolf, a tall stately wolf whose intelligence far surpassed all wolves that had come before him led the pack in slowly. The scent of death was very close.

He came upon a stone table, and upon it laid a genome. It was dead, of course, and he was about to lay into it when he took a closer look.

"We can't eat this," he said, turning back to his pack. A look of blank faces stared back at him, all of them saying, why not? We're starving! He shook his head.

"Malica wouldn't approve," one said softly, and the Alpha-wolf nodded. "We must take it to her…perhaps she can help him. She's been known to revive people before." he said.

"What happened to it?" a small pup asked, leaning forward to look at the lifeless form lying on the table. She lifted her paws onto the table to get a closer look.

"He was impaled," another said, leaning forward and touching the genome's lifeless chest with her nose. She rolled him over, gently. "He was beaten! Who would do this to him?"

"Cyra," said the Alpha-wolf. "Come! Let's get him out of here!" The pack lifted him up as gently as they could with their teeth. They went to where they knew Malica lived.

As soon as they had gotten there, they laid him down and the Alpha-wolf walked meekly up to the door. He lifted himself up onto the door and scratched it lightly. It was night, and he hoped desperately that the rumors he had heard about Malica's cruelty being just the same as her sister Cyra's were incorrect. The door opened. He tucked his tail between his legs.

Malica was more magnificent then he had imagined. She was pure white, covered in white fur from the tip of her nose down to her long and expressive tail. Her head was beautiful; completely cat-like and intelligent. For a second it was all he could do not to simply stare at her. Her wings spread out much like Cyra's, only they were majestically feathered and pure white, rather then being black and torn.

Her cold blue eyes stared at him for a second, as he stood trembling before her. He dropped to the ground in reverence of his Queen.

"Hush now," came the most beautiful and melodious voice the Alpha-wolf had ever heard. It sounded more beautiful than song birds, or even the familiar howl of his companions in his pack.

"Tell me what's wrong," the voice came again. The wolf dared to look up. Her cold blue eyes had melted, and she stared at him with kindness and compassion. She lowered her muzzle down to him and touched his face encouragingly. He built up enough courage.

"We found a dead genome in the forest," he said softly. "We think he was killed by Cyra." She took on a look of pure anger for a second. The wolf dropped back down to the ground in fear.

"Please forgive me for waking you," he whimpered, his muzzle touching the ground.

"Hush…" came that lovely voice once more, and a gently push under his chin brought his head up. "Where is the genome?" she asked. The wolf looked back to his companions. They brought the genome over to her.

She did something the wolf had only heard about. She changed forms. She turned into a beautiful woman, and knelt down beside the dead genome. She gently caressed its lifeless face.

"Oh, Zidane…." She whispered. The wolf returned to the safety and comfort of his pack. Malica picked up the genome in her arms and walked over to the wolves. She gently touched the Alpha-wolf's face, stroking him in a manner not unlike that of a dog and his master. She lifted his head to look into his eyes.

"Can you and your pack do something for me?" she asked sweetly. The wolf nodded. "Can you find where Queen Garnet is?"

A small pup wandered out to where Malica knelt. "She's going to be executed," it said. Malica raised her hand. The pup quivered. "It's alright," she said, "Whatever you've heard about my resemblance to my sister is untrue. I do not act like her." She touched the pup before continuing. "Do any of you know why she is being executed?"

"For the murder of her lover," one of the wolves said. Malica laid the genome down before them.

"This is her lover. Cyra killed him."

Malica gently pulled the stake from his chest and laid it down in front of the wolves. "In truth," Malica said, "Queen Garnet did kill him. But Cyra forced her to."

The pup sat in front of her, whimpering. "What's wrong, little one?" Malica asked softly. The pup raised its head. "Will you be able to revive him?" Malica sighed.

"I don't think so. He's been dead for too long." There was a moment of silence between the wolves and their Queen.

"Can you find exactly where Queen Garnet is?" she asked. The wolves nodded. They tore off into the east, towards Alexandria and its rising sun.

an: wow...kind of left off there, didn't i? well! R&R! you read, obviously...now review!