Authors notes: In my imagination, Minions do not look like humans. They are too small as full-grown adults to look normal, and look to child-like and cartoonish looking to be labeled as human. They are not gnomes, though. I hate gnomes. No offence, Chomie. Just imagine a skinny toddler with a bob trying to shank you in a dark alley at 2 A.M, but she keeps on missing your stomach with her knife. That's what Penelope looks like.

Waking up and walking outside the magically created tent, Nova went to go ask Jaina to magically make her a cuppa joe. Jaina had been magically been making things for the past 3 days, and was starting to look tired and run low on mana.

"I swear, you would all die if I wasn't here to keep making you guys things." she muttered.

"Jaina, not to bother you, but could you, say, make me a magical cup of coffee?" Nova snickered to Jaina.

"Ugh, of course I will, Nov- HOLY TITANS, YOUR HAIR!" she yelped and fell backward.

"What? What's wrong with it? Did a rat get caught in it or something?!" she worriedly yelled.

Jaina held up a mirror.

"Oh. my. GOD!"

Pieces of her bangs stuck up in 3 different directions, and the back of her hair had turned into some sort of frizz monster. Her ponytail was barely a ponytail anymore, and more like a blonde mass that hung down from her head.

Brightwing was rolling on the floor laughing, Jaina was chuckling, and Penelope was smirking, not quite a smile, but not quite a frown either.

"Jaina. Brush. Now."

"Um, you could try…but I doubt it would help all that much…" Jaina handed her the brush, clean and clearly just made. Nova tried to comb the thing through her lengthy blonde mop, but in the middle of trying to get a piece of bang down from an angle, the brush snapped.

"Woah…" Nova stared silently at the brush for a second, before Jaina pulled her aside and said:

"There's not a problem Magic can't solve...even with my low mana…" and walked with her to the other side of the tent.

Brightwing flew up to Penelope.

"Brightwing likes your name, Friend Penelope!" She gleefully YELLED at the poor girl.

"Erm...Thanks…" She muttered back in response, cringing at the noise of the complement.

"Friend Penelope, do Minions have family and mommies and daddies?" Brightwing asked her.

"Well, some of us do, if we survive the battle. I don't, I was one of them who was spawned by the core during one of your battles for 'fun'."

"Do Minions have brothers and sisters?"

"If we're born biologically, yes, sometimes, and I guess you can consider the others made by the core as your siblings…"

"And 3rd, how old are you?"

"4 days old, but biologically i'm 14."

"Friend Penelope, Brightwing is wondering why they would ask kids to fight for them…"

"When we're first made, we're biologically mature, but then as soon as we don't die, it's sort of a Benjamin Button situation, until we reach biologically 10, and then start aging like a human."

"Interesting. Brightwing should've brought a notepad…"

Penelope stared at the dragon.

"That you should've. There's boatloads more, like how painful reverse puberty is going to be."

"What's a puberty?"

"You're...You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Well if you really want to know, puberty for girls is when-"

Fortunately for Brightwings innocence, Jaina overheard where the conversation was heading, and stooped in to stop it.

"Brightwing! Puberty is where….Rainbows come out of your mouth for no reason at all!"

"Even for boys?"

"Even for boys! Right, Penelope?"

Penelope glared at her. "Yes. That's why it's extremely painful, the rainbow you barfed floats back into your mouth and it's all cold and gross…"

"Cool! Next, Brightwing wants to know where babies come from!"

Jaina thought fast. "BABIES COME FROM STORKS THAT DELIVER THEM TO THEIR PARENTS!" She yelled.

"What is even happening over here?" Nova asked when she stepped out from behind the tent.

She had the most polished, sleek looking ponytail to ever be viewed in the nexus. No hairs were coming out of the back, the hair tie was tightened to absolute perfection. Two side braids were on the sides, held up with two bobby pins.

"Ooh! Friend Jaina! Do Brightwings hair next!" Brightwing yelled.

"Brightwing, you don't have hair. You have scales and antennae." Jaina chuckled.

"Brightwing can force hair to grow!" and with that, she began puffing air into her cheeks and straining her neck and head so hard the veins looking like pop-ups in a pop-up book. Her blue skin turned a shade of crimson.

A single, red hair sprouted.

"Brightwing has hair!" Brightwing cheered.

"Are you sure it's not a vein that popped out?" Jaina asked worriedly.

"Brightwing hopes not."

"Enough chit-chat, everyone, weren't we going to look for our team today?" Nova interrupted.

"Good idea. Any idea where they could be?" Jaina said.

"Li-Ming and the Elves are smart enough to figure a way out of these arenas. Li Li and Sonya though... "

"Why Li Li and Sonya?"

"Li Li's a kid and she hasn't learned how to climb other than how to climb cabinets to reach cookie jars. And Sonya...Well, we all know Sonya. Li-Ming and Kael probably headed somewhere where there's a lot of mana present. Sylvanas probably went to steal another creepy goat, and Tyrande's probably hiding in a tree."

"Most definitely. But where would Li Li and Sonya be?"

"They could be in any battleground with a functional respawn point. I say after we find the others, we search all of them until our hair is gray."

Climbing out of the battleground without a female Benjamin Button tied to a chair had been a cinch. However, Nova had been asked to drag Penelope in her chair, and boy, for a skinny biologically 14 year old, she weighed a ton.

"What did Jaina give you for breakfast, bricks?" She growled.

"Incorrect. She gave me old torn up books."

Finally, she got the kid up. The chair skidded against the cobblestone stands, where hundreds of civilians and Heroes not in a battle would have been, watching.

"This is the place with the biggest mana store in town. Mana pastries, mana candies, mana cola, and, of course, mana itself." Jaina explained. They were in the town of Manatali, conveniently having mana in it's name.

The store was painted blue, had blue doors, blue tinted windows, and 'We sell Mana' signs littered all over. Normally, this place would've been packed. But the civilians had probably fled as well when they realized the Heroes weren't going to come out of hiding.

"It's so...depressing looking, with nobody around." Nova whispered to the others.

3 flashes of green inside the window alerted them that Prince Cat'claws was probably inside.

"We sneak in, just in case it's not them." Jaina said.

Walking up the paved path, they noticed it was littered with discarded belongings of fleeing Heroes and civilians. Sgt. Hammers helmet, a little girls 'My little Succubus' doll, a rare Hearthstone card, and one of Tyrael's golden boots.

"Quietly open it. It doesn't have a bell, but it creaks." Jaina whispered.

Stepping through the door, they heard familiar male and female voices.

"Hey Makeup, you want this Mana-Cola Zero?" The woman asked.

"No, those are awful. They only give you one-tenth of your mana back, and they taste like disappointment and the tears of a child who just got diagnosed with brain cancer." An Elven-sounding man called back.

Kael'thas had his back against the wall, and had the book 'A History of the Universe, by Stephen Hawking' in his hands, and was quietly singing an Elven folk song in his native language, Thalassian.

Li-Ming was looking through the shelves of mana food items and spell and potion books, looking for something to shove into a secret pouch she hid on her arm.

"Friend Li-Ming! Friend Kael'thas!" Brightwing screamed.

Both yelled in surprise, and jumped up.

"What in the name of-" Kael began.

"Oh, thank god other women are here. You have no many times a day he asked me 'Did you find any non-woman deodorant yet?' and how many times I had to ignore him." She began.

"SHUT UP." he yelled from across the room.

Consort: Thank you! And your comment helped make a part of this chapter, because most people do get bedhead. Imagine waking up the next morning with hair like Nova's. Uh-oh.

Lucario: She choked Penelope out, as Penelope had a special thing in her helm helping her breathe in the gas, but nothing protecting her from being strangulated..

Also, i love cold fries, how dare you.

And know you already know about the unfortunateness of Mana-Cola zero.