A/N: I know. I have no excuse. Luckily my dad fixed my computer the day after I posted the last chapter but I didn't have Word installed until a couple of days ago. Anyways, I was a bit disheartened by the lack of response to the last chapter but then again it was an unbearably short chapter, half of it being the author's note. I don't know where this story is going so I'm quite sure I will continue. Ideas anyone? IMPORTANT: I FELT BAD ABOUT WRITING SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER LAST TIME SO I ADDED SOMETHING AT THE END.

The darking, its name was Feather for the little bit of feather inside of it, slipped through the holes in the wall. It coiled itself in the shape of an earring on its mistress' ear. Gently, it repeated the words it had heard in a certain broom closet. The darking was bumped along as its mistress ran to inform…Kel.

Raoul's side gathered around their plot of land. The blueprints were placed carefully on a dry rock, held in place by other rocks of various shapes and sizes. It's amazing how daunting and teasing a single piece of paper can be but the worker bees faces on Raoul's team showed all. Each expression read "This man is a barbarian. There is no way he can force me build this monstrosity. I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T!" Nevertheless, Raoul pretended not to notice despite the many death glares aimed his way. Clapping his hands together he proceeded to command his squad as if they were locked in a room with Scanrans.

"THIS SHOULD TAKE HALF A DAY AT MOST. NO LAZING AROUND." Unbeknownst to him, Raoul's every action was being watched by Alanna as she quaked with silent mirth at the dilemma about to fall Raoul.

Numair was seated quietly in his room. It was unthinkable that the greatest mage in the realm was hiding from a squat lady. He kept trying to talk himself out of staying shut up in his room but as he told himself, this squat lady could run him through with almost anything. Except for the flower in the vase on his desk. Scratch that. He could defiantly be killed by a flower at her hands. As he considered his life more valuable than his pride, Numair fumbled around as he prepared the ingredients for his next nasty concoction: Pas Entendre. Who it would affect not even he could tell you. His fate was left up to a group of rash people. And this was not reassuring at all.

Buri, Miri and Evin sat around a table. Their primary focus was people. Obviously the riders (and Tobe) couldn't complete their mission by themselves. Sure they could wreak havoc but it wouldn't be the same as complete destruction. They would need to bring someone else in. Someone with power. Someone nobody would suspect. Somebody who could help them and the riders knew just who to call on.

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Meanwhile, Neal shuffled carefully down the hall, jumping at every shadow as he made his way cautiously to the mess. Lately, Neal had taken to eating his meals well after or before anyone else did to avoid running into a certain stubborn bear of a knight. So far his plan had worked but like any plan, there are always little bumps in the road. This particular bump was because Alanna had woken up later than normal and was on her way to eat at this same particular moment. The result ended up with Neal's nose mashed into a door because he bumped into Alanna before she could eat.

As he waited for Neal to arrive, Owen tidied up the broom closet for the mutineers impending meeting. This included pillows stuck to the rafters for Neal's benefit. Owen was glad to be left on his own. It gave him time to think about what he was about to do. Truthfully, he had no scruples. Anything that provided him with jolly good fun was alright with him. The latest addition to the mutineers would definitely provide jolly good fun. Owen liked having power and he defiantly was not going to let go of what he had so far with out a fight.

Jon was becoming slowly aware that not all was as it should be. Everything looked normal but still, there was a sense of tension and craziness in the air. He could not place it which was very irritating. It was HIS job as king to find the source of discord. But, try as he may he could not figure it out. The Scanrans were sorted, the dressmaker was paid, and there was plenty of food to last the winter. This feeling that something was not right was strongly reinforced when he saw jolly Owen sneaking off somewhere with many pillows in his hands.

A/N: I tried to give you guys a longer chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Can anyone guess what the spell was? Invisible pie if you can guess. REMEMBER TO CHECK OUT THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER.