My life has been chaotic since day one, but at least I update weekly. Sort of. I just passed a driving class which was fun. Now my life is kind of settling down, so hopefully I'll update on time more. Let's see, what else can I say? Well, I'm cosplaying Drew at a convention soon, which will be really great. I hope I meet some other Drawn to Life fans, but we'll see. Oh, yeah, I'm learning German now! That was random, yes, but it's important to me that you know this. Duolingo owns my ass at this point, even though there's not much ass to own. I'm sick again, and if you've been around for awhile you know by now that my immune system is shot and doesn't even try anymore. I usually get sick every month, but this year I was able to fight it off from February to now. Impressed yet? Please don't be impressed I'm a sad mound of flesh who knows she should be asleep but never is. Well, that's enough BS from me. Enjoy the chapter.

I met Wilfre on the dock. He was carrying a small backpack and his knife. I summoned the boat out of my sketchbook and grinned at him, "Impressed yet?"

"Borrowed magic. The Creator can do the exact same thing."

"Oh, dear old Dad can do so much more, but I'm better than he is."

"Why?"

"I don't send children to do my dirty work." Wilfre rolled his eyes, "Gee thanks. Knowing that you view saving the known world as dirty work makes me feel so much better about being stuck on a ship with you."

"Well, think about it. You're the child of a god, and this god runs a universe. Instead of him dealing with things, he sends your older brother. Finally, you get yourself in trouble with the big guy, and he sends you to fix the problems with the world he created. What would you do?"

"I'd save the world without complaint out of the goodness of my heart." I scoffed, "Look at you, you're so noble. Alright, fine. You do whatever it is you do, and I'll complain and make jokes about everything around me. Deal?" He pushed past me and boarded the boat, "The longer we stall, the more time that dragon has to prepare." I made a face, "The longer we stall, the more time that dragon has to prepare. Who's the hero here?"

"I heard that!"

"Dipshit."

"Heard that one too!" I crossed my arms and boarded the ship, "Good. I wanted you to hear that last one." Wilfre tossed his backpack on the deck and looked at the controls, "How do you move this thing?"

"Simple. You don't. It's one of those creations only a child of Creation can manipulate."

"So you're telling me only you can steer this thing?"

"Pretty much." He sighed heavily, "Creator give me strength."

"Ah, hear that? That's the sound of the Creator putting your prayer on hold."

"I'm about to beat you senseless with a book."

"Do that and I rip your ponytail out."

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."

About ten minutes later, speeding over the open seas, Wilfre and I got tired of arguing and decided to put aside our differences. By that I mean we chased each other around the entire boat with paint and brushes, trying to ruin each other's clothes. It ended with us painting the deck of the ship to look like the night sky, him covered in green and pink paint, and me in an ugly brown-green mix that made it look like I had been crawling through the trenches in World War One. Yeah, that's how you bond with people in this world apparently. It took us about a day to make it to another island, which confused Wilfre.

"I thought there weren't any other islands."

"Conceited much?"

"The story goes that the Creator made our island, then there was the battle of Creation and Destruction, and that's when the Creator locked himself away."

"Well, that's where the whole religion or science debate comes into play. Yes, you were created, but your society evolved on its own. Want to check it out?"

"Huh?"

"We can go there, see how society evolved differently."

"That's going to take a lot of time. We should really focus on the dragon."

"Or we could go have fun!"
"Please no." I stopped the boat next to a dock and anchored it, "Fun!"

"Autumn!" I jumped onto the dock and ran off, Wilfre chasing me and screaming something about the mission. Of course, when we got to the town on the island things weren't quite normal. For one, everything was on fire. Of course it was on fire, this is my life story, everything has to go wrong. A man was directing Raposa in fancy outfits out of the city. I jogged over, "Hi, I'm Autumn, I'm here to help."

"Brilliant, because we need it. Bakibeard has been firing on us all morning. The navy can't do anything since he has my daughter onboard, and I can't go after her because I'm the mayor and I have to get my people out." I grinned, "Don't worry sir, my plucky young assistant and I can take care of it." Wilfre glared at me, "Plucky young assistant?"

"Oh thank you so much," The mayor said with a wide smile, "Please, help yourself to any weapons or supplies you come across." I grabbed Wilfre's arm, "Got it. I'll bring your daughter back safely." Wilfre's eyes widened, "Autumn, don't you dare jump in that canal."
"On three?"
"No, not on three."

"Okay, fine. On one."

"DON'T YOU DA-"

"ONE!" I jumped into the canal, dragging a screaming Wilfre with me.

Somehow we didn't drown, which was surprising since Wilfre did not stop struggling the entire time. I tossed him out of the canal and pulled myself up. He scowled, "I really hate you sometimes."
"I get that a lot." Our bantering was interrupted by a loud explosion and a torrent of rubble. I grabbed Wilfre and rolled right back into the water so we wouldn't die. When I was sure it was safe, I threw him back onto solid land and once again dragged myself out of the water, "We need to hurry so we don't get killed by shrapnel."

"Or we could leave."

"There's a little girl trapped on that pirate ship and you want to leave?" Wilfre sighed, "No."

"Alright, then let's go." We ran through the city, eventually stumbling onto a pair of pirate Baki. Now, let's rewind a bit. Okay, more like a lot. When the Raposa world was created, Dad made a few other species to live on the islands as well. One of these species would eventually evolve into the Baki. Yeah, some are more stupid than others, and some were even kept as pets until Summer decided it was inhumane and somehow got all the villages to stop. These Baki were on the higher end of the evolutionary scale.
"Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!" One of them poked me in the side with its sword and I rolled my eyes, "I can literally crush you with one foot right now, do you want to test me?"
"I said drop your weapons!" I dropped my sword, "There, happy?"
"Move! Now!" The Baki corralled us directly onto the ship. The first thing I noticed was the Baki sitting on a makeshift throne with a smirk. I tilted my head, "Bakibeard, right?"

"Ye guess correctly lass. I'm the great Bakibeard, scourge of the seas!" Wilfre tensed up, "I think that's the little girl you wanted to save?" A Raposa girl peeked out at me from behind the throne. Bakibeard slammed his cane down on the armrest and the girl ducked back, "Silence! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't make ye walk the plank." I shrugged, "Well, my assistant and I are going to kill a dragon, so you wouldn't be a difficult kill. So just go home or we'll take you down." Bakibeard laughed, "Do you think I'm scared?" I raised my voice a little, "Excuse me, little Rapo girl? Hi, close your eyes and cover your ears, okay?" I heard a small noise of affirmation and I waited a second, "Alright. Wilfre, let's sink this bitch." I pulled out my sketchbook, "Bakibeard, what's one thing you don't want near your barrels of gunpowder?"

"What?"

"Fire." I pulled the flames off the page and directed them at the nearest powder keg. It went up in a matter of seconds, blasting a hole in the ship. Water started to rush in as the ship started going down. I saw Wilfre pull out his knife and start taking down any Baki that got too close to him. I continued directing my flames all over the ship. Guns were going off, but every bullet missed me. I stepped towards a cowering Bakibeard, "Can you hear your crew? They're screaming 'cause they're dying. Would you like to join them?"

"P-please! Spare me!" I picked the Rapo girl up from behind the throne, "A captain always goes down with his ship, right?" In a flash he was handcuffed to his chair, courtesy of my magic combined with my sketchbook. Bakibeard let out an anguished wail as he struggled to get free. I nodded at Wilfre and he, I, and the girl jumped off the ship. We made it to shore just in time to watch the pirate ship go under the waves, Bakibeard's screams dying in the wind. The Rapo girl looked at me in shock, "Did my papa send you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Rose, what's your name?"

"I'm Autumn, and this is my assis- friend, Wilfre. Nice to meet you Rosie." Wilfre nodded, "Yeah." I glanced at Wilfre, "Was it worth it?" Wilfre shrugged, "I guess. You're still an impulsive asshole though." Rose looked at Wilfre, "What's an asshole?" Wilfre turned red, "It's… um… well, Autumn help!"

"You'll learn when you're older. Um, don't tell anyone that you've heard that word, got it?" Rose giggled, "Cross my heart. You two are funny!" I looked at Wilfre, "I'm funny now, see? She gets it." Wilfre rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, you're funny and I'm dying." That was when I noticed the blood starting to stain his clothes. I sighed, "Okay, I got you." I went into the back of the book where the medical stuff was drawn and pulled out some gauze and medical tape. He scoffed, "I thought you were the daughter of a god?"

"Oh, no, I'm totally going to heal you, but this is just a precaution. I'm not really a healer." I applied the gauze and the tape, and then I put my hand over the wound. There was a flash of light, and when I could see again, not only was all the blood gone, but the city was restored to its former glory. Rose gasped, "Are you a fairy?"

"Nope, I'm a goddess. Well, technically a goddess." Wilfre crossed his arms, "And I'm going to study you because nowhere in the book of life does it say the Creator can do that."

"I'm not the Creator. I'm his daughter. So, Creator 2.0?"

"Blasphemy." The mayor of the village ran over, "You saved my Rose! Thank you so much!" Rose launched herself at her dad, "Papa!"

"Rosie!" He turned to Wilfre and I, "I insist you stay the night. We'll have a party in your honor!"

"Ooh, Wilfre, a party. Doesn't that sound fun?" Wilfre sighed, "Fine. Okay, whatever. I don't even care anymore. Why do I even bother?" I grinned at the mayor and Rose, "He means yes."

"I can't thank you enough. Er- welcome to Watersong, brave heroes!" I elbowed Wilfre, "He called us brave heroes."

"I know, you can stop grinning like an idiot now."

"Never. I think I'm going to retire here."

"I think I am tired." The mayor of Watersong nodded, "Of course. We managed to get the gondolas up and running. They'll take you to the other side of the city and you can get back to your boat. I'll send formal invitations detailing the party soon enough." I saluted, "Alright, I guess we'll see you later then. Come on Wilfre, let's go put on some dry clothes." We walked to the gondolas, hearing whispers of appreciation all the way. I made a rectangle with my fingers and squinted through, "I think this place would be good for riding a motorcycle."

"A what?"

"Motorcycle. A bike with a motor? Kind of self explanatory."

"Sometimes I think you can't get any more weird."

"What can I say? I'm an enigma." Wilfre scoffed, "I'm going to figure you out. Call it my last duty to Creation."

"Ha, duty."

"Aaaand she's immature."

"No, I'm just sleep deprived." Wilfre nodded, "Then let's get back to your weird creation boat." I grinned, "You know, we make a good team."

"Kind of. Does this mean you'll stop introducing me as your assistant?"

"Maybe." Wilfre shrugged, "I'll take it."

"Let's go… assistant."

"You just ruined the moment."

Y'all, remember that you're great and thank you for reading. See you later and "Don't die!"