Wilson was never one to sit still, especially for long periods of time. He was alway fidgeting or fiddling with something. Whether in church or in a classroom he always had something in his hands to tinker with.

His father, a ruthless business man, had no patience for it. He would often take away whatever toy he was playing with and forced him to sit absolutely still like a proper gentleman. Wilson felt as if he would go crazy after hours of doing nothing.

He was always trying to find new things to take apart and explore. He loved taking apart his action figures and figuring out how they worked. It was even more fun when they had electronic parts. He sometimes would try and build new things out of the parts.

His Mother encouraged his inventive nature by saying that he would one day change the world. She had held that belief until her untimely death. Wilson was sombrely glad the cancer taken her quick so she didn't have to suffer long.

He kept her memory alive by continuing to build things. He wanted to invent something that would change the world. He had started many projects but would stop halfway through when either he found a better idea or didn't think it was good enough.

One day, out of the blue, he came up with a brilliant idea. An idea that would certainly change the world. But it was a great undertaking that would take an absolute genius. Fortunately he was an absolute genius.

He got work and graduated several years early and gotten a couple PHD's by the age of twenty. His father passed away shortly after. The house was Wilson's only inheritance. His sister got a book and a few grand. His brother however got the lions share of the families wealth only to lose all in the divorce. Wilson had let him room with him until he could get his feet under him. Wilson wasn't going let his brother go homeless even if he was a jerk.

Wilson worked long and hard on his magnum opus. A device that could copy and replicate human thought. It would bring in a new age of artificial intelligence and technological advancement.

He just needed something to model it after. His brain was the perfect specimen. He built the device and scanned his mind.

Then he woke to darkness. He couldn't feel or move. The only thing he could do was listen and count the minutes. All he could hear was the scampering of mice, the houses creaking, and the odd rumble of thunder. He was confused. It wasn't until Swiftshadow's arrival that the pieces came together.

However it also raised more questions. What happened to his human self? Why didn't he activate Him as soon as he was done compiling? Was he Wilson or a digital copy? If he wasn't Wilson then who was he?

He stewed in them with no answers coming forth. He was also starting to get worried. swiftshadow was taking a long time to get back. A part of him wondered if she abandoned him. He knew he would go crazy if he had to spend the rest of existence in his present condition. The robot raptor would at least give him the ability to move. He would be happy with that at the very least.

He finally heard the stairwell door open and close. Relief swept through him. He peered through the camera that functioned as his eye.

"Wilson, I'm back," A large black dragon called, a tall blond haired boy followed her down, "and I found a friend,"

Hew knew the dragon to be his friend. The voice and claws were confirmation enough. He also noticed the savage claw marks on the side of her muzzle. Red and blue blood seeped from the injury. The boy while uninjured was in a similar haggard position.

"Swiftshadow? What happened? And why are you a bit more… scaly?"

The dragon took a deep sigh. Her scales scales shifted and seemed to fold inward. She seemed to rear back on her hind legs. In the blink of an eye she was back into human form.

"I can shape shift," She said, "As for what happened… thats a long story,"

Martin only half listened as 'Stacy' transcribed the evenings events to a talking computer. His brain was still reeling from the fact that both his sister and his best friend succumbed to a curse. Images of their twisting and contorting bodies seared themselves inside his mind. It wasn't as if they haven't been cursed before. The three of them have been subject to curses and possessions many times before. But there was always someone to save the day in the end.

If weren't for 'Stacy' he would've also been cursed along with Diana and Java. Then there would've been no one left to save the day.

He looked at 'Stacy'. She some how kept raising more questions and not providing any answers. It was staring to grate on his nerves.

"Stacy," He finally said, "Who and what are you?"

"I guess i promise I'd explain everything, huh," She Said, "For who I am, I'm not really sure myself, but name is Swiftshadow, not Stacy. As for what I am however is a bit of a complicated answer. But put simply, I'm a human space dragon hybrid,"

Normally Martin would have been geeking out about such a revelation. He would've gushed and asked a bazillion questions. He didn't have the energy to do so right now. Not after everything that has happened.

He had to get his sister and friend back and he couldn't do that alone.

"As much as would love ask you questions until the sun comes up," Said Martin, "I need to save Java and Diana,"

"I know," She said, "And I will help with that. But I promised Wilson that I would help get him a functioning body,"

Looking at the strange device, Martin couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. He pressed on of the many buttons. A CD drawer popped out.

"Could you please refrain from touching anything," The computer said as the drawer pulled back in, "I'd rather not have my code accidentally damaged by twitchy fingers,"

"So are some kind of artificial intelligence?" Martin asked.

"Yes, I am," Said Wilson.

"And we're trying to transfer him to this," Swiftshadow pulled up a toy dinosaur, "So Center Agent training wouldn't include a course in robotics,"

"Sorry, no," Admitted Martin, "But I'm willing to help. Anyways would either of you know any local legends concerning cat beasts and a ghosts?"

"I know of one," Said Wilson, " When the town was first founded, a terrible monster terrorized the settlers. One night, it attacked a brave huntsman, who shot it. He followed it to the tree in the middle of town. There he found a witch tending to the beast so he shot her. It was said as she was dying she laid a curse on the town. A mysterious priest came out of nowhere and locked it within the tree. He said that so long the tree stood the town would be safe from the curse,"

Martin processed the information. There had to be a way to break the curse. Come to think of it, Why wasn't swiftshadow cursed? She was both clawed and was hit by the withes blasts twice. Both of which should've been enough to turn her into a beast.

"Hey, Swiftshadow, why weren't you cursed?" He asked.

Surprise flashed across her face, "I don't know. I didn't know there was a curse or that it could spread until tonight,"

"so how long have you been here?"

"Since last night," She said, "When I got here that tree was already down and the town was abandoned. I was attacked and took shelter here where I met Wilson,"

Swiftshadow was pulling out the tools and parts to modify Wilson's body. She put them orderly rows and adjusted a monitor. A diagram of circuitry was displayed on the screen.

He pulled out the diary from his pocket. Maybe there was something in here that could help. He was about to crack it open when a pile of boxes began shaking.

Swiftshadow tensed up. Even though she was in human form Martin could almost see the dragon within. The scales, claws, and teeth were primed to be let loose.

When the pile of boxes started to move, Swiftshadow was on the alert. She prepped herself for a fight. Whatever was behind them would have to face her fire. After the nights events she wasn't taking any chances.

To her surprise a small figure popped out. It looked like a little green man in a floating chair.

"Hey Martin," He greeted enthusiastically.

"Billy! Boy, am I glad to see you," Said Martin, "What do you have for us?"

"I got the translation of that scan you gave us,"

"Well, fire away Billy,"

Billy cleared his throat,

"Beware the curse of the fallen tree

It shall claim souls from land to sea

Seek the truth of the hallowed three,

The brother, the sister, and the lover true,

and set the lost soul free"

"Which means what exactly?" Asked Swiftshadow.

"Beats me, I'm just the messenger," He shrugged, "And who are you any way?"

"This is Stacy, she's helping out," Said Martin.

"Thats great," Said Billy, "Anyways, I've got a sci-fi novel and a box of my favourite chocolates waiting for me," The little green alien then disappeared through a blue square portal.

"Well that was only slightly informative," Said Swiftshadow. She looked at the diary in Martins hands. Perhaps there was something in there that would shed new light on their current situation.

"Wilson you wouldn't know anything more about the legend," Said Martin.

"I'm sorry, no," Said the computer.

"Maybe that diary has the answers," Said Swiftshadow, "That poem was found in it, right?"

"Well lets find out," Said Martin as he opened the book to its first entry.