DC: Hi person(s)! New chapter just like you wanted. Just so you know I might not be able to update so fast later in time. But anyway, here's ch.3. Got some spoilers (but you have to read closely) and good stuff.

Enjoy!

The sound that came forth sounded like a bird was being tortured to death. It was so horrid that Tak flinched and stopped immediately. How could the flute make such a sickening sound when it had made wonderful music just a day before? Tak wasn't bad at wind instruments, so why was it playing this way? He cleared his throat and tried again. He got the same result. Again and again he tried to play the flute. Tak started to get frustrated with each time he tried, the sound it made getting worse and worse. Eventually he gave up and cased the little instrument aside in irritation. He pulled his knees up to his chin and thought.

"That's not how you treat an instrument or art, now is it?" a shining voice spoke.

Tak looked up and saw an orange man garbed in what appeared to be a choir robe. He was tall and lean, holding his arms out in a Godly manner.

"The stupid thing won't play."

"You are trying far to hard, dear boy." He gestured wildly toward Tak.

"Here."

This strange Juju walked over to where Tak had tossed the flute away. Picking it up and dusting it off lightly, he reluctantly gave it back to him. He gave a small laugh.

"Music is created from the mind, fingers, and lips. But is meant to be felt with ones heart and soul. Try playing with a clear mind. Let the notes flow from your heart and not your mouth. By the way, I'm Concord. Cord for short."

With that said he folded his arms over his chest and vanished. Tak had an awkward look on his face as he stared at the place the unusual Juju stood a moment before. He mulled the words over in his head and decided to give it one more try. Clearing his mind of all thoughts, he put the flute to his lips once more. A scream rang out. Tak's eyes snapped open and he jumped to his feet, completely forgetting about the flute. He raced back toward the village, hoping that it was only Lok screaming because he saw a spider again. Unfortunately it wasn't. Village people ran screaming from the falls side of the village in panic. Tak tried to run toward the source of all this commotion but people kept bumping into him, one knocking him down into the chicken wire of the chicken fence. Only when every one had cleared out did Tak realize in horror the reasons for their screams.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Jibulba's little errand boy come to save the day again. Pathetic"

Tak looked up at a tall man. He had light skin yet he seemed to have a dark aura about him. He had a smooth goatee around his mouth and a long face. His garment was a mixture of black, brown, and red around his thin waist. Atop the man's head appeared to be a bird skull, phoenix feathers sticking out in all sorts of directions giving it the appearance of a crown. He smiled an evil white-toothed grin down at Tak.

"T'laloc!"

Tak thought he had defeated him, TWICE, a long time ago but there he stood before him. T'laloc reached down and grabbed a handful of Tak's hair and pulled him to his feet. Tak yelled out in slight pain, scrunching his eyes shut, and trying to pry his fingers from his hair but to no avail. T'laloc proceeded to throw him again to the ground. Tak didn't see his attack coming let alone his arrival and just wasn't prepared for it. This wasn't exactly like T'laloc. He always fought with magic. Tak must have angered him a lot in his last defeat that he decided to not waste his time with chanting and resorted to physical blows. He kicked Tak hard in the stomach causing him to roll onto him back away from his assailant.

(I'm so mean to our favorite hero. )

"Get up boy! I have a bone to pick with you." T'laloc shouted, walking to the other side of him.

Tak lay there clutching his bruised torso and trying to draw in air.

"I said GET UP!!!" T'laloc shouted louder.

He snapped a hand out, chanting words under his breath. A dark purple light enveloped Tak's body and manipulated it into a standing position. The dark man let his hand drop to his side and the aura that surrounded Tak died, leaving him to stand on his own. T'laloc's eyes were filled with anger and frustration as Tak looked into them.

-BREAK-

It was hard trying to maneuver around the darkened underside of the overhang but she managed. The girl from the night before stepped out onto a wider path near the falls, hidden in the shadows. She was thankful that the sound of the rushing water masked her footsteps. Today she was garbed in a pair of tight pant that went to her knees, a short skirt of some kind that made a U shape in the front and back. Her top was longer than it was the other night, showing only a few inches of her belly and had only one strap that went across her right shoulder. Strung across her shoulder was a large bow but she carried no arrows. She looked out on the village that she had followed the boy to. Everyone was running away from an old man that stalked toward them, his back to her. She could feel a dark energy coming off of him and it made her insides shiver. Once everyone cleared she could see the boy from before laying into a chicken fence. His mouth moved but she couldn't hear what was being said. She watched as the older man grabbed the boy by his hair and threw him about. He kicked him and she could clearly here him cry out. She covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to see what was next to unfold but she couldn't just stand idly by. Opening one eye to see what next would happen, her breath nearly caught in her throat. The old man had his hand outstretched and the boy enveloped in a purple evil magic. So this man can wield dark juju, huh? Just looking at this man made her feel full of hatred and frustration, all of it directed at this little boy. She couldn't stand to watch him being hurt in such ways. Removing her bow from its place on her shoulder, she pulled the sting back and took aim at the boy's attacker. Her eye's changed from a dark brown to a glowing orange-yellow and her hand began to glow with the same color.

"Mi kiek no hymut tutim ja mia quikt whits. Jumak!" she whispered.

An arrow, made of bright yellow light, shimmered into is place ready in the bow. She watched as the aura that surrounded the boy dissipated and she once again heard the mumbling of speech. The girl honed her ears to try to pick up what they were saying, even if she couldn't quite understand their language. She heard words like 'lost', 'unfortunate', 'you', and 'last one to see' that the old man spoke. The boy, looking rather confused and afraid replied, from what she heard, 'don't know', 'mistake', 'why tell you', and 'who…she?' She blinked a few times trying to comprehend what was being said but the sight of the old man flaring up his energy again towards the boy made her forget all about it. His aura once again engulfed him as the old man held his arm out stretched. Clamping his fingers closer together, almost into a fist, the aura around the boy constricted him. His pain filled scream was enough to set her off.

-BREAK-

As T'laloc's magic squeezed the breath out of him, Tak was wondering why he had asked him such questions. Why was he so intent on finding this person? Tak had last seen this individual last? He had seen a lot of people but which one was T'laloc looking for? As he screamed he looking up at the overhang to the right of the water fall. He didn't know why but he did. There in the shadow was a bright yellow light. It hovered there for a moment then began to speed towards them. The closer it got, Tak could see that it was in the shape of an arrow. Before either of them knew it, the arrow went strait threw T'laloc, though causing no visible damage to him. This time he was the one to scream out. As it left him the arrow slowly died into dust and the aura that held Tak died as soon as he was hit. Panting, T'laloc looked back up at him, intending on further injuring him when another arrow shot at them from the beneath the overhang. T'laloc, however, saw this coming snatching the arrow strait from the air.

"Someone has decided to intervene in our battle."

He looked back toward the shadows. Pulsing energy into the hand that held the arrow, turning it a sickening red, he threw it. Tak could have sworn he heard someone scream before the overhang exploded, sending large rocks and dirt down onto the huts below.

"That takes care of that nuisance."

"Tak! Tak!"

"Don't worry little buddy. I'll save you!"

The sound of Lok's and Jibulba's voices was almost a relief. T'laloc did not seem amused.

"That last attack took a lot out of me. You win this round…for now." He stated darkly.

T'laloc waved one arm and was gone in a puff of purple smoke. Tak, after a moment, overcame his shock and fell to his knees.

"Tak! Are you alright?" Jibulba asked him in concern.

"Yeah. I'm ok."

"I bet you he ran cause he saw The Loc coming. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance even IF he had help."

Tak's heart stopped when he remembered the scream and the person of whom it came. They had helped him and it was only just to see that that person was all right. Looking up at the remains of the overhang, he sprang to his feet and took off for the stairs that led him to villages upper paths...hoping that who ever was hiding in the shadows before wasn't laying beneath the mess of rock and dirt.

DC: Oh a cliffhanger. I don't normally do those. Hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to review. Also I'm looking for a side quest or something. A mini vacation would be cool for my characters and others. Let me know what you got for me.