(AN: Another fast chapter. A little humor at the start to break the tension. Cause this is where the story really gets dark. If you can stomach Lord of the Rings, you can stomach this. It's just a pretty dark, violet, T rating from here on. Hello, they're fighting with swords, not lightsabers. Duh. Enjoy! Reviews at the end.

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Part 25: Full Circle

Alex frowned, leading the group out of the lighthouse, met by angry shouts and what appeared to be torches and pitchforks. He sighed. "How typical."

"How unfortunate," Kraden corrected softly. "It looks like an ambush." He glanced at Alex, but received no look in return. He swallowed and turned to the girl. "What should we do, Jenna?"

Jenna raised an eyebrow as the group leering through the trees on either side began to grow restless. "What do you mean? Look around…" Dark shadows flashed on the ground in front of them in the slowly fading sunlight. It was not yet dusk, but the shadow of the lighthouse fell heavy upon them, making Jenna squint to see. She sighed. "We'll have to fight."

Alex let a small scoff escape his lips. "Are you serious?"

Jenna's eyes flashed as she rounded on him.

Alex raised his hands. "What I mean to say was…" He sighed softly. "Jenna," he crooned. "Are you really prepared to fight these men?"

Jenna's tongue settled into the space between her teeth and cheek for a moment. She shook her head. "We really don't have any other choice. We have to—"

"Then let me shoulder some of the burden," Alex said offhandedly, walking forward to the trees where the men waited to spring the trap.

Kraden and Jenna exchanged a quick look. "Burden?" he murmured. "Alex, wait—!"

"We regroup along the road leading away from Lalivero," he said, walking down the path, Jenna and Kraden lapping at his heels. He paused only to glance back at them. "Do you understand?"

"You don't need to remind us, Alex," Jenna said a little irritably.

Kraden nodded. "We know the place."

Alex grinned slightly. "Good." He motioned to the path on the right, where a handful of Laliveran men stood, face burnt from sun, and hands red and raw from lifting. He glanced at Jenna. "Thankfully only those workmen block your route."

Jenna grinned. "And fortunately…"

"They don't look too tough," Kraden finished with a smile.

An angry growl rushed through the brush as one man stumbled out, his face red. His fellow comrades followed, hands filled with torches, shovels, and pitchforks. Jenna tossed a worried look at Alex as the clamor of unkempt men rushed into the path.

He smiled to himself, nodding. "Why don't the two of you escape and leave the Tolbi soldiers to me?" he said warmly.

Jenna frowned. "The two of us? Alone?"

"You can use psynergy, can't you, Jenna?" Alex asked.

Jenna's nose wrinkle. "Well… yes, a little—"

"Then you'll be fine," Alex said, stretching his hands above his head, fingers intertwined. His knuckles snapped into their proper place as he pulled his body long. His spine twisted as he leaned back to listen to it echo in his chest. He shook it off and kicked a small rock up into his palm. He glanced over his shoulder at Jenna and Kraden. "We shall reconvene at the peninsula."

Jenna nodded. "Fine, but what are you going to do with—"

Alex smiled and flung the rock into the brush. A man's voice rang through the forest, a curse that even made Jenna blush. He stumbled out, rubbing the dent that was now in the silver shine of his helmet. He glowered slightly and shouted orders to the men. The quickly "hut-hut"ed their way into the road, standing in a firm line of a road block.

Alex only smiled and taking a step back, lifted his hands, one palm at his torso, the other raised in front of him.

The soldier in the front raised his hand. Upon his word, the men drew swords.

"I do not wish to inflict unnecessary bloodshed," Alex said, lowing his head slightly as his eyes narrowed.

"Don't wish to…" one solider softly echoed, face clouded behind the helm he wore. Another angrily added to his companion, "What's that suppose to mean?"

Alex glanced over his shoulder at Kraden and Jenna, the old man hurriedly stepping behind her as though for protection. "If you lay a hand on either of these two, I assure you, you will be made to regret it."

The men looked at their leader who seemed visibly shaken as he softly prodded the indent on his helmet. One looked at him and motioned with his head. The man glared at him and made a sudden movement with his arm. The other solider sighed, and he and the man beside him started forward, blades drawn and shields raised.

Alex leaned back into his position. "By advance, I assume you mean to fight. Permit me to strike the first blow." His hands began to glow.

The men stopped.

Alex suddenly raised his left hand. The first man went soaring into the sky in a splash of white. Alex had only to look at the second when he was flung against a tree. The man crashed to the ground, the helmet on his head rolling away, revealing the mop of blonde hair, quicken falling red. The helm splattered blood on the ground, sending a drop perched on Alex's snow-colored cheek. It rolled in a lazy arc, sending the commander stumbling backward in shock as the helm rolled in front of him, painted dark around the inside. The men began to murmur amongst themselves as Alex let out a quiet sigh, rubbing his hands together, not bothering to wipe the spot from his cheek as he stepped toward them. His tongue ran over the bottom of his teeth hungrily.

The commander shouted orders to his men, several who turned to rush down the road he pointed to. The last, save the captain, rushed to retrieve the fallen man from the ground, red pooling over his face. The commander's eyes narrowed on Alex, his jaw tight as he called to the others. "Keep him occupied until we return in full force!" he shouted, and motioned for the others to follow him.

Alex turned to them, a sadistic smile painted on his lips. "Oh," he murmured, cracking his knuckles with his thumbs. "You're next?"

The worker-men stepped backward as a group. One looked close to tears. Finally, the men at the head dropped his shovel and ran. As if on a cue, the others scrambled after him, kicking up dirt and gravel as they went.

Alex sighed. "How undignified… and how shameful…" he murmured as an afterthought. He strode over to Jenna and Kraden, both staring at him.

"Alex, are you… feeling well?" Kraden asked cautiously.

Alex reached up, flicked the spot of blood from his face. "Never better," he murmured. There was a smile behind his voice. He looked at them, grinning pleasantly. "Now is your chance. You'd best go to Idejima and wait for me."

"What about you?" Jenna asked.

Alex smiled, looking down at the road leading to Lalivero. "I'm not finished with them yet."

Alex broke into a sprint, rushing into the forest and out of sight.

Kraden swallowed. "Well… they're gone." He pulled the bottom of his cloak up as he started onto the dirt path. "Come, Jenna… let's be going."

Jenna sighed, looking at the still trembling plants where Alex had burst through. "Do you think… something is… different?"

"Different?" Kraden asked as Jenna trotted up to meet him. "Different, how?"

Jenna shrugged. "Alex… Just now, he seemed—"

Jenna turned just as a man jumped from the bushes, a shovel in hand. He swung at her head, hardly giving her time to shove Kraden to the ground and throw herself along after. She pulled her staff from the back of her pack, rolling to her feet. The man dropped his shovel and flung himself against her, grabbing her staff with both hands. The two struggled with it, Jenna struggling to muster up some degree of fire psynergy. In the moment she cast her spell, the rod snapped in half.

Jenna pulled back in shock as the man cackled and dropped both ends of the shattered staff. "What now, little g—"

CLANK…

The man fell forward at Jenna's feet. She scrambled backward with a little scream, looking up at a mortified Kraden, holding the shovel. He dropped it with a little gasp, pressing both hands to his mouth. He looked at Jenna. "Did I do th—"

"Kraden…" Jenna murmured in shock. "You just…" She burst into a grin. "Holy Sages and Oracles!" she laughed. "That was… I didn't know you had it in you!"

Kraden fumbled for words. "M-me? B-but I didn't… I had no intention…" He stared at Jenna, awestruck. "I didn't mean to hurt the lad."

Jenna's eyes narrowed. "Kraden… you saved my life."

Kraden stared at her in confusion. He pointed at the man. "But I hurt someone, Jenna!"

Jenna sighed. "Nevermind, let's go… just…" She motioned a the ground, smiling slightly. "Bring that shovel with you.

"Felix!"

A warm pain rushes up his arm, reddening his gaze. His face pulses red. His arm pulses darker.

"Don't move! We're coming! Garet! Go get the Elder, now!"

"But—"

"Go!"

He can't move. The sound of pulsing blood rushes, nearly silences the quiet trickle of water, a steady mountain spring, drip by drop, an ironic lullabye. Colors flash around him, violet and green earth turning dark as large drops roll from the corner of his nose. Red begins to pool from his forehead. The bloodnoise grows deafening. "Isaac!"

"I'm here!" An echo. It is miles away. Something darkens the voice, an flood of sensation overcomes him. He no longer recalls everything. "Felix! No! Don't close your eyes! Keep talking to me! Felix, say something!"

"Help…"

"I'm trying! Just… Just give me… time…" There are tears behind that tenor, a boy no more than thirteen. A year younger than he is. But he holds himself better. Panic has already set in on this one.

"Isaac!"

"I'm coming, Felix! I'm…"

Something comes. No more bloodnoise. No more lullabye. Something deep and feral, a carnal rumble deep in the throat. He opens his eyes, wincing as a red drop runs past his vision. Opal flashes in the dark, motherofpearl spots, twin, glistening in the light of the fallen torch.

"Felix!"

His hormones kick in. His good arm shoves him to his knees.

"No! Felix, don't move!"

He is clammering through dirt and blood, a sudden labrynth to his hindered sense. He's a blind man in the dark. Red rushes from his pores. The eyes flash and spark in the dimming light, growing larger. A sillhoutted beast lifts it's head, letting out a bloodsong. It is too late. He already smells him.

"Isaac!"

The water lullabye is dying, and with a hiss, the torchlight is gone. Silver eyes lung toward him. Suddenly it is all carnal noise and himself. He is dying. His arm is being torn from his body as teeth brush his bones. He kicks, struggles, but has worked himself into a corner. The beast has taken all his blood. He can hardly move. Hardly think.

A yelp. The pain is still all over him, as though something is still gnawing on his arm. The light is above him. The other boy's torch. Enough consciousness to remember.

"Isaac!"

The wolf lunges. White falls upon the boy's fair skin, pulling up red. It flashes in the dark, painting the ground. The boy screams, wrestling the animal. He kicks but the beast grows ever intent. The boy fumbles for a stone, even as his arm blossoms like a rose. His hand grabs hold. His arm flails wildly.

Red once. Red again. Again. The beast can't move. One silver eye shuts as it begins to yelp. The boy can't stop. More red, less beast, more boy. The beast pulls away, limping, blinded, grey and red. With one more bloodsong, he lunges for the boy.

He rolls, legs fly. A tumble of rock and an all-ending crunch. A quiet whine and it is over. The boy falls back, holding his neck. Red pours down over his blue tunic. Red and blue do not create violet. Only more red.

Half dragging himself, the boy reaches his corner.

"Are you alright, Felix?"

"Are you?"

"I…" His vision is lost. The blue suddenly goes grey. His eyes falter. "I… I'll be…"

He falls.

"Isaac! Felix!"

His head touches the ground, the earth. It is soft and warm, damp with his red. His eyes blur from brown to grey.

The two boys are lost in darkness. But for the moment, they are safe. They will wake in a house, all white and blue, dressed to hold in the red and drive away the bloodsongs.

For the moment.

Felix felt a sort of madness build up in his throat, something too thick to swallow. Heat built in his chest as he struggled to form his thoughts. His voice managed to reach past his lips, but only in a murmur more animal than human. "Isaac."

Saturos stepped forward beside Felix, pushing Sheba behind him, into Menardi's iron grip. The girl struggled as the Proxinian's red eyes narrowed on the blonde boy in front. "So," he murmured. "You've come to stop us?"

"And this time you won't get away!" Isaac snapped, his sword slipping from the scabbard with the sharp sound of metal on metal.

Menardi gave the girl a harsh tug as she leaned in toward the boy in front of her. "Look what your defiance has brought, Felix!" she snarled under her breath.

Felix's body felt hot, too tight for him. His arm burnt with a sharp sensation running up the smooth marks that still stained, white against his tan skin. One hand grasped his forearm as his honeyed eyes grew dark. "I don't need you or anyone to rescue me anymore, Isaac!"

"That's not what it looks like," Garet suddenly intervened.

Felix flushed. "I was just about to settle things with Saturos and Menardi. You can just watch…"

"You won't be settling things with anyone," Menardi growled.

Felix pulled away from where Saturos stood, raising his sword. "I'll do what I must… and then I'll show you the true power of this beacon's light—!" He lifted his blade.

"Enough!" Menardi suddenly snapped. She swung her scythe in her hand, grasping the small of it near the top, holding the blade to Sheba's neck.

Felix froze midswing.

"That's right, Felix," Saturos said softly. "Now drop your blade."

"Sheba has nothing to do with this!" Felix softly breathed.

Saturos's anger grew hotter with each passing moment. "Give me your sword, Felix. Now."

"You said you wouldn't involve anyone who wasn't—"

"Give me the sword!"

"Let her free!"

"Silence!" Saturos felt the heat on the back of his hand as Felix stumbled backward. His sword clattered to the ground. He kicked it away, it clattering to the edge of the aerie. The Proxinian reached out and grabbed a handful of Felix's tunic. He lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "You'd best tread lightly, Felix, or both you and Sheba will suffer!"

Hammet's boy suddenly stepped forward by Isaac. "We wont' permit you to lay a hand on Sheba or Felix!" he shouted to them.

Menardi let out a slight laugh, pushing the blade closer to Sheba's skin as she struggled to free herself. "So… you're worried about Sheba, too…"

"They can't have her," Felix murmured, wiping a spot of blood from his lip.

"Hush!" Saturos barked at him. He turned back to Isaac, a thoughtful look setting into his eyes. "We won't hurt Sheba… if you meet our conditions."

"I don't think you're in any position to bargain, Master Saturos" Isaac growled.

Sheba let out a tiny gasp as Menardi's blade touched her skin. Saturos smiled dryly. "Oh, I think I am." He stepped back to Menardi, bending down until his mouth was near the ear of Sheba. She stiffened as he spoke. "Remember, child, I decide your fate, and at the moment… you and I are not on good terms. Would you like to redeem yourself?"

"I won't hurt them if that's what you—"

Her words fell short as Saturos grabbed her wrist, his nails digging deep into her skin. She cried out as he quietly murmured, "Do you remember the Rod connected to Hesperia?"

"The what—?"

"The rod! Do you remember it or not!" he snarled.

"The Rod of Hesperia?"

"The rod required to reach the Jupiter Lighthouse!" He snapped.

Sheba glared at him for a moment. "Perhaps." His nails dug up red in her hand. She took in a sharp breath. "Yes, I remember," she breathed frantically.

His grip loosened. Saturos looked at Menardi who pulled away her scythe, and taking the girl by the forearm, pulled her to face the opposite group. "Those who pursue us bear a rod…"

Sheba said nothing.

Saturos gave her a slight shake. "Is it the one?"

"Well, I can't tell if you won't release me," she snapped.

Saturos let her go with a little shove.

Sheba gasped. Her face was entirely sallow. Her head spun. How she managed to continue with this bravado, this poorly constructed façade was beyond her, but it hadn't helped her confidence any. Only made her more fearful that she was about to slip too far, say too much.

Sheba walked toward the boy dressed in violet and green, a humble earthen tone to his looks. She reached out her hand, as though once she bridged the gap between them, she would take his shoulder.

"Sheba!"

Sheba stopped.

Menardi's eyes were harsh. "You can sense it from where you are," she growled.

The girl swallowed hard, casting a quick glace at Felix. His eyes were dark like Saturos's, hanging on the moment, thick as the cords she'd been bound with by the Tolbi soldiers. She shut her eyes, beginning to focus.

Two men, dark skinned exchanging gifts. A green stone falling against a palm, the sound of wood against calloused hands.

"Well, Sheba?" Menardi asked quietly.

She said nothing, sharpening the sounds in her mind, the scent of dampened earth. A great cavernous temple in the chasms of a great fall. A heavy aroma of death there. It was to be protected until the time had come again. A violet tower that neither would enter again. A seal was made by the trade. The Staff the boy held… it should not be taken…

"Sheba?"

The girl's eyes snapped open, the violet leaving them and fizzling back to green. She shook the euphoria off her, and stumbled back.

"Well?" Saturos demanded again.

Sheba bristled. She smiled dryly. "Perhaps," she sneered.

"Perhaps?" Saturos growled as her little smile grew to cover her face. He stepped toward her, grabbing her wrist and pulling hard enough it seemed he'd pull it from her body. "Perhaps what!"

Felix stepped to Saturos. "Don't yell at her!" he shouted.

Menardi strode forward, pushing him out of the way. "We aren't yelling!" she snapped. "We just want a straight answer."

Sheba writhed against Saturos's grip as he turned her over to Menardi. "So, Sheba?" she purred in a quietly menacing tone, twisting her scythe in her free hand.

Sheba swallowed hard. Confidence had left her as she shakily murmured, "Th-their minds are veiled…"

"Meaning?" Saturos asked, eyes narrowing.

"Meaning I cannot see clearly," she said, and upon his darkening gaze hurriedly added, "but I think it's the one…"

Menardi looked at Saturos, raising an eyebrow. Saturos let out a bitter breath. "It's a waste to make her try again."

"So what do we do?"

Saturos turned to Isaac and his companions, his eyes narrow. "Do you know what we will require before we agree not to harm Sheba?"

"What?" Isaac asked.

"I want that rod," Saturos said flatly.

The boy, Ivan reached for the staff attached to his pack. "The Shaman's Rod?"

"And why would we do that?" Isaac snapped.

"Because, if you give us the Shaman's Rod, Sheba will not be harmed. Agreed?"

Isaac let out a sudden scoff. "Not a chance!"

"You think we'd trust you?" Garet added.

"Wait!"

Ivan rushed forward, as close as he dared come to the group. He slipped the pack from his shoulders and fumbled to loose the staff. "If it means saving Sheba I will give it up."

Garet's face fell. "What? Ivan no! Hammet gave you that rod!"

Menardi smirked, still holding her scythe. She slid the blade down over Sheba's shoulder. "What? Don't you care about what happens to Sheba?"

Isaac stepped forward. "Stop it—!"

Something dark suddenly surfaced in Saturos, a long gone primative fire suddenly reappeared in his eyes. A voice spoke through him that he could not identify as his own. "Then you will GIVE US THE ROD!"

Ivan finished loosing the bands. Still on one knee, he quickly held it out with both hands.

Menardi smiled privately to herself. "Well done, Saturos…" she murmured.

Saturos smiled slightly at the boy. He stepped forward, then stopped. He turned, looking at the boy, standing behind them all. He motioned with his head. "Go get it, Felix."

Felix let out a breath of shock. "Wha… why me?"

Saturos smiled contemptuously. "To ensure your loyalty to us…"

Felix felt his lips curl.

"Go on, Felix," Menardi quietly prodded.

Felix glared at her momentarily then stepped forward. The small boy shied away as his shadow fell across his face. He sent a whithering gaze to Isaac, and swiped the rod from Ivan's hands. Isaac shook his head, his nose wrinkled and eyes narrow. Felix's brown eyes flashed once before walking to Saturos. He paused a moment before falling to one knee. Bowing his head, he held it out to him. "What shall I do with it… Master," he added with a twinge of bitterness.

"Keep it safe," Saturos said, pushing it back to him with an open palm. "After all…" He raised a silver eyebrow, watching Felix intently. "I can trust you… can't I?"

Felix said nothing as Saturos motioned angrily for him to rise. He looked over at Menardi who let go of Sheba. The small girl rubbed her shoulders, sore from the enlongated fingernails that had torn into her skin. Weakly pushing away from Menardi she walked toward the other group. She stopped at the metallic swipe that hardly grazed her white robes. The scythe blade had imbedded into the stone in front of her. She froze as Menardi's singing voice split the silence.

"Where do you think you're going, Sheba?"

The Imilian girl looked from Menardi to Sheba, perplexed. "We gave you the rod," she murmured. "Now release Sheba!"

Saturos looked at her, smiling sadistically. "Whatever do you mean?"

Ivan rose to his feet. "You said you'd free Sheba if we gave you the rod!" he argued.

Menardi looked nervous as she glanced at Saturos. "Those were your terms…"

"You seem to have misunderstood," Saturos said dryly. "I said we would harm Sheba…" He smiled and shrugged in mock good-nature. "I never said we'd let her go."

Garet's temper flared. "You're altering the bargain!"

Menardi smiled triumphantly. "We can't help it if you misinterpreted Saturos's terms," she laughed, stepping forward and pulling the girl back. She shoved her to Felix who caught her and held fast.

"This isn't fair!" Isaac roared.

"Fair was never what it was about, boy," Saturos murmured, returning his sword to it's sheath. "Besides," he continued, shrugging the cloak off his shoulders. "If we were to release Sheba, she'd be in quiet a fix."

Mia frowned. "What do you mean?"

Menardi flicked the clasps on her cloak, the red pooling around her ankles as it fluttered to the ground. "Sheba can't get back to Lalivero alone… not with all the beasts in the tower…"

Saturos flashed his white teeth at them, mouth pulling into a sneer. "I'm afraid we can't let you go back."

Mia paled slightly under the layers of thick robing. "Excuse me?"

"Enough!" Garet snarled, stepping forward with Isaac and pulling his sword out. "You're the ones who won't be going anywhere!"

Saturos stiffened. "You wish a fight, whelp?" he purred. "Fine. You won't live long enough to regret your stupidity!"

(AN: So I tweaked this one a lot more than I did in the past. But it flowed nicely, didn't it. I didn't like how childish it was in the beginning for GS:LA, so rather than quoting every random henchmen, I eliminated most of it. As for the end of the conversation with Alex and the guards, the battle between them will be at the beginning of the next fic.

REVIEWS!

Mierin Eronaile: Everlasting Pea? OOOOooooooooooooooh! Okay, I get it now! That was sooo weird! I wasn't expecting it. I like the new name though. Very nice. From here, I'm hoping three more chapters and an epilogue. crosses fingers Maybe even four. We'll see…

Ninja Kotetsu: … that's a good question. I'm not sure why I write so much and put so much effort into this. I just really enjoy it. Maybe paying the royalties wouldn't be such a bad idea… Or I'll find a Japanese fan to translate and send into Camelot… after I'm done revising, naturally. Who knows? If I do ever publish anything, I'll definitely inform the ff.n community.

Kd7sov: blushblush Yeah, I did start over. I wrote it down, then I found the script online and felt REALLY dumb. I was reading over it the other day, and the transition from my dialogue to REAL dialogue was pretty nice! I was so proud! I actually got sucked into my own story! It was kinda… creepy. Oo

Azalee: lol, of course I know! My friend went to Europe and visited Belgium and even has pictures! It was TRES cool. And yes, evil men rock. And yes, it is horrible, because they all die. But I don't think Alex is dead… not just yet. He'll be back, if I know anything about Japanese games: Bad guys never die, they just come back in the sequel.

Xanda: YAY! Someone noticed the spell difference! I love Euro spellings so much more than boring old American. ie: color VS colour, theater VS theatre, etc. I hope the dialogue tweaking in this one didn't bug ya much…

Spirit Seer: YAY! You rejoiced in Star Wars too! hugs The tension just gets worse! And Saturos hitting Felix in this chapter? TT SOOOOOOOOOOOO SAD! But it's good to get all the fans going, OH NO! I love playing with your emotions

Shining Light: I've converted another to the dark side! MWAHAHA… looks around No one saw me laughing maniacally, did they? Oh, well. Yeah, the next one is going to be pretty heavily focused on Karst, Agatio, and Alex, but the regular team will be making their cameos frequently when their paths intercross where Alex will be going or has been. Especially concerning Piers. As for a GSLA fic… no, I haven't seen one… at least, not a good one that I could whole heartedly recommend. If you find one, tho, I definitely would like to know.

Flora Jupiter Vixen: HAYDEN! Lol, I guess we'll just have to take our personal shares of the SW booty call. CONVINCE YOUR MUM TO TAKE YOU! DO IT NOW! … oh, and if you've already seen it, you've no doubt cried and rejoiced. IT WAS SOOOO GOOD! TT… Hope this fic was just as wrenching!

Maxus: EXACTLY! You and I can plot the overthrow of Camelot, and I'll write the script and you can be lead programmer! is pleased … think we'd get grounded?

Hiei17: Do I even need to say anything anymore? If I write here, that means I'll have nothing to say when I e-mail you tomorrow!

Master of Reality: lol, I've got a friend who thinks Natalie's hott too. On the plus side, it's prolly a good thing you don't like Ewan or Hayden.

Proxiniangirl: YAY! She's speechless! hugs

Confused Fan: Part of the staff? blushblush I'm flattered! I mean, I'd love to be, but… I don't think I could do it. No speaky the Japanese. As for the Petition, I put more detailed instructions up at the top. I hope you can find it this time.

Spacejoe: lol, YAY! I'm so proud! It is really long, huh? I was skimming through it the other day and thought, 'Cow, no wonder this stupid thing has taken two years!' GLAD YOU MADE IT!

Hanri Quentton: OMG! I remember you! NO! I'm serious! I totally do! I still have your e-mail! You're finally back! … and logged in to boot! very impressed I'm so happy you didn't forget me! YAY! The review is NOT too long! There is no such thing. As for the screenshots… hmmm I can't tell if they're cannon or not. I looked at them, and your guess is as good as mine. I sure hope there is. WE FANS HAVE BEEN WAITING TOO LONG, DANG IT! sigh I'm good.

WhitterZ: Yay! If you approve, I'll definitely put it in. I was wondering if it was too corny, but it sounds like people would go, "ooh," instead of "eww". I'll do it! Enjoy the story!

And that's it! The next one will be a monger-sized bloody battle! YAY! BTW, if anyone is REALLY bored, go check out my new profile on Fiction Kat Kellermeyer, and my bio will reveal that I am, in fact, JEDIGRL2001! GO R&R... pwease?)