-Passing Judgment: Playing by the Rules-

-Say It Right-

DING DONG!

Gregory, the butler to Castillo Manor casually strolled up to the door and gently opened it, formally bowing to his four visitors he asked, "The Teen Titans, how may I help you?"

"Raven," Robin informed, cutting straight to the point, "we need to see her, she hasn't been answering her communicator and we're kind of worried."

Gregory blinked and smiled, "Oh, Miss Raven, I assure you kind sir that she is quite fine, in fact. She left on a business trip with Sir Trenton and Master Lance."

Beast Boy in the back gasped, "Dude! WHAT! She left! Without telling us?"

Robin gritted his teeth, and demanded, "Where did she go."

The butler raised a brow, "If it's so urgent, she left for London, Master Lance's favorite cousin resides there and within three days her birthday arrives. Just so happen's Sir Trenton has a meeting with Criss Daniels in London."

Robin scoffed, "Has a meeting with, or has a meeting there as Criss Daniels. Thanks for the information."

Gregory sneered snobbishly and closed the door in a rush, and straightened out his suit, "I swear, I don't get paid enough for this job."

-Night fall-

-Egypt, Alexandria-

"Oh … I wouldn't put it passed him," Trent sneered as he yanked off the tie around his neck and threw it on the bed of his hotel suite, unbuttoning the cuffs on his button up shirt. He sighed and ran a hand through his neatly gelled hair and scoffed as he turned towards his door. Gently pushing it open a crack to get a peek at Raven, who sat on the couch reading. Phone still to his ear, Trent's silver eyes met Raven's violet orbs when she turned to meet his, and narrowed in a cold glare. Trent closed the door and scowled at the ground, "the kid's got a nose for trouble."

"Excuse me for saying so, but so do you Sir," Gregory on the other line snickered.

The joke was lost to Trent who was leaning against the wall tiredly, having come from a long flight and an even longer drive, he was exhausted. Not physically, no of course not, he could push his body to the limit and still have room for more. He was exhausted more so mentally than anything else, never in his entire life had he ever been so confused … it was beginning to trouble him.

Closing his eyes, he sighed again and sank down with his back still against the wall, "Gregory … did Reign come back from her trip?"

"No, I haven't heard a word from her as a matter of fact."

Trent snorted, "Didn't think you would … listen, you remember that story? The one about the dragon?"

"You mean the story you keep scaring Lance with? How can I forget, you were the cause of his night terrors."

"Yeah," Trent chuckled dryly, but cleared his throat and jumped back to his feet, "Well … it's not a story … it's real, Azul had the book, I don't know what happened to it, but I'm goin' need it … find it for me."

"Sir, I thought you said the Eon Ring will be the key to Dragon Trove."

"It is," Trent walked over to his balcony, but instead of opening it to go outside and take in the bright city lights, he shut the curtains and plopped down tiredly on a near by chair, "but in all the chaos with Quean and Raven, I forgot to research the book the ring was separated from. The ring won't work without the book … or at least … whatever's in it."

"Oh … understood, I'll see what I can do … in the mean time, just be sure you're looking after Lance."

Trenton glared at nothing in particular, "Don't doubt me, I'll never let anything happen to him, but whatever you find, call me, alright."

"I shall."

With that, Trent flipped his phone shut and ended the conversation.

Outside, within the living room, curled in the corner of the couch reading after putting Lance to sleep was the sorceress being as quiet as ever. Yawning tiredly, she shook her head and marked the page of her book before closing it. Closing her eyes for a moment, she brought a hand to her forehead and sighed, just about ready to doze off for dreamland.

Trenton's unique aura woke her up when he stepped into the room, cracking open her eyes, she glanced up to her right to see the equally semi-exhausted thief staring down at her with his hands in his pocket. Raven raised a brow when he scoffed, "Seems like your boy misses you more than he lets on."

Raven's violet eyes expressed confusion, "What?"

"Robin," Trenton informed with an annoyed scowl, "he came looking for you at the manor … and he might just be coming here to."

Robin … Raven thought, and something within her stirred, anxiety, but she wasn't anxious to see him … no … it was a sort of fear that he'd find her and question why she hasn't been calling or anything. However, in being Raven, she never showed it, only raised a curious brow, "And that surprises you?"

Trent rolled his eyes and walked around her couch to plop down on the love seat just off to her left, never letting his eyes off her, Raven's eyes began to narrow when a strange feeling suddenly washed over her, "No … I expected it."

It dawned on her, and she scowled softly, "You think I lead him here don't you?"

"You said it," Trent shrugged nonchalantly, "not me."

Raven's scowl darkened and with a huff got to her feet and stormed to the kitchen, unable to look at Trenton. She held herself together as best she could and gritted her teeth while trying to make herself something to drink. Just to relax her nerves, she shook her head and growled, The nerve … I'm helping him? Maybe I should!

POP!

POP!

POP!

Raven jumped at her own powers that cracked three glass cups after she jerked open the cabinet. Stepping away and bowing her head, putting a hand to her forehead she took three deep breaths and made a decision. Trenton still in the living room raised a brow when he heard the glasses breaking, getting to his feet when Raven briskly walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the exit. He jumped into action and ran to catch the sorceress who grabbed her jacket and the door knob.

Before she jerked it open Trent shot a hand to the door and held it shut, leaning on it, he slid to put himself in between the exit and her. Raven moved back and glared harshly, crossing her arms over her chest she scowled, and growled, "Move."

Jerking his head back to get his fallen bangs out of the way; Trent sighed and shook his head, "Look … what am I supposed to think, it's not like I'm trying to hide myself from you the entire time we're together."

"So that immediately turns me into a spy," Raven stated rather than questioned. With an irritated scoff, she swallowed down her rage when she began to hear the pictures on the wall rattle. Putting a hand to her forehead again, she ran it through her grown out violet hair and shook off the strands that fell before her face. Sagging her shoulders, she looked defeated as she glanced her violet eyes up at Trenton's silver hues, she snorted, "Whatever."

"That's not what I meant," Trent desperately tried to get the sorceress to understand, but when he opened his mouth to speak his behalf, his cell phone suddenly rang. Raven rolled her eyes and leaned back when he reached into his pocket and pulled it out, glancing at the number he cursed when he saw who it was. Looking up at Raven he held out his hand to her, "Just, stay right here. Don't go anywhere, please."

Raven raised a brow as he pushed passed her and back into the living room, leaving her standing in the hall slightly befuddled, she propped her hands on her hips, her jacket still hanging off her arm. She listened for any hints she'd get from Trent, but frowned in disappointment when he was speaking in a different language. By the sound of it, it sounded Spanish, the one language she couldn't yet speak as fluently as Trenton could.

Movement to her left caught her attention, but it wasn't anything to be so concerned about, it was just Lance getting up from his sleep. Raven glanced at Trent to see if he had noticed his nephew had wobbled out from his room, the thief didn't, he was too engrossed in his conversation. The sorceress rolled her eyes and casually strolled her way across the suite to kneel down in front of the dazed Lance, putting her hands on his shoulders she asked in a whispered hush, "Why are you up so late?"

He groaned out a scratchy, "I heard something breaking … is everything okay? Who's Uncle Trent talking to?"

Raven gulped and bowed her head in guilty shame, but bounced back and tried her best to seem as if everything was okay, looking back at Trent and scowling lightly when she saw he was still on the phone. His silver eyes suddenly looking up to meet hers and Lance, Raven turned her head back to Lance and shrugged, "Everything's fine … and I don't know who your Uncle's talking to."

Lance nodded and looked up to his uncle when he heard him speak a bit more in Spanish, he tilted his head and looked back down at Raven, "He's talking about a deal … probably fixed something up with a few antique dealers … he's got work tonight."

Raven blinked once, then blinked twice and nodded, "So you're fluent in Spanish?"

"And Japanese, and Chinese, and Korean …" he yawned and shook his head to try and wake himself up, then sighed tiredly, "… I'm working on my Italian … but Spanish is my second language."

"Oh …" was all Raven could say, quite impressed that a little boy could comprehend that many languages, not to mention the cultures themselves. It was a bit unnerving, but impressive all the same.

Click …

Trenton flipped his phone shut and Raven got to her feet, holding Lance's hand while the thief looked at the two and nervously brought a hand to rub the back of his head, "I gotta go … something's come up."

Raven sneered, "I'm sure you do."

Trent lifted up a hand and shook his head, "Don't … just don't start, I won't be long, I'll be right back … stay safe."

With that said he walked back into his master bedroom, grabbed a black duffle bag and briskly walked back out towards the exit, daring a final glance back at Raven who glared angrily at him. Obviously still a little sore about the whole "Robin" thing. Trent sighed and closed the door behind him, smoothing back his hair he took notice of the elevator to his right, but went the opposite direction towards the stairs that lead up to the roof.

It didn't take long for him to get there, it also didn't take long for him to come up in his Red X suit. Fingering his mask, he eyed it for a moment and took a breath before slipping it on and disappearing into the night. Never noticing the shadow that watched him with deadpanned crimson eyes, running his tongue over his sharp fangs he lifted a clawed hand up to his right ear and growled, "He's left the building, now what."

"Hmm … no doubt off to pick up the Eon Ring … well, if you're smart you'll stop him least he over powers my control over you. However, you have some unfinished business with the Sorceress, don't you?"

"You could say that," crimson eyes closed, but lips opened in a furl grin, "but I think I should be more grateful for her loosening my cage doors, makes it easier for me to roam."

"Then what's it gonna be, Malchior?"

"You're going to let me decide, master." Malchior chuckled amused at the situation.

Opening his eyes to look up at the Egyptian night sky, knowing full well that over a few or so 10,000 years past stars would have been covering the now pitch-black slate with no heavenly meaning. Malchior turned his head down to stare at the door the Red X had come through. No doubt it'll lead him into the hotel where the thief's suite was; within his right ear he heard his master chuckle, equally as amused as his "pet" was. "I was always taught to never look a gift horse in the mouth. Do what you will and I'll sit back to reap its rewards."

Malchior scoffed, "Should have known this was too good to be true, everything I do always seems to have a beneficial effect on you."

"You're just now realizing that? Do what you must Malchior, just don't question the meaning behind my generosity."

Without further ado the other line on Malchior's communicator cut off, coming close to snarling Malchior ripped the communicator from his ear and threw it to the ground. Watching as the inferior piece of "technology" sparked when it hit the cemented rooftop, he snorted and glanced at the way Red X had taken off. Raising a curious brow his anger was channeled to suspicion as he thought to himself, A thief … with a hero? Zakardo could be wrong about this X character … I have a strong feeling there is no double-crossing going on … but then again … I was wrong before, that sorceress is something else, but I think I'll take my chances anyway.

During his train of thought he had already been making his way through the roof doors and down to the floor his master had told him where the thief and the witch were residing. Not that he needed to be told, his nose and the sharp aura of the sorceress he could feel/smell without even trying. She was unique … which would be why he wasn't surprised at all that his master would fear her and want her dead so badly.

Malchior hadn't a doubt in his mind that if he had really put his soul into it, he could have crushed Raven without batting an eye … she may have been unique, but she feared her true potential. And because of that fear, the dragon had complete advantage over her … although, as he was approaching her door, his sensitive hearing caught the sounds of the sorceress hushing a small child. Her voice whispering and telling the child to go into his room with no questions asks.

Malchior chuckled, Apparently she already knows I'm here … listening for the small boy to close his door, the faint sound of a click was there and that was when he lifted a hand up to gently knock on the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Raven on the other side gasped, and took two steps away from the door, clenching her hands into tight balls of fists, she gritted her teeth and gulped, Malchior … damn it! Where the hell did he come from anyway! Eyes glowing a vibrant white when another set of knocks came through; she swung opened the door and sank into a battle ready stance when the humanoid dragon stood at the door.

A fanged smirk quite evident on his narrow sly face, crimson eyes gleaming under the dimmed lighting of the hallway and the bright lights from within the suite, he chuckled, amused and saw himself in. Smoothing back his mid-night blue hair that was cut short to stop at his shoulders pulled and tied into a dragon-tail, he tilted his head and observed the sorceress who's own violet hair had surprisingly grown out. How long, he could tell, she had hit clipped it up with a hair clip, but it still fell to tickle her shoulder-blades.

Politely he bowed and formally re-introduced himself, "Good evening fair maiden, perhaps you remember me? The dragon that you have so entrapped … how would you be on this lovely evening?"

Raven growled, "Unless you're asking for a death wish, I suggest you make yourself scarce because you caught me in the wrong mood."

The dragon stood back up to his original height and snickered mockingly, his voice lowering to a deadly tone that made a shiver go up Raven's spin with the way his crimson eyes stared at her like a slab of meat waiting to be chewed on, "Missed you too love."

"What do you want?" Raven gulped trying not to start the fight just yet till she was sure there was a fight to be won.

Malchior reached for the door and gently closed it shut; turning back around to enter the living room to stand behind the couch and table that separated him from her, he shrugged nonchalantly and answered in a loose manner, "Well … I'm supposed to say that I've come here to finish what we've started but before you get your locks all in a knot I've actually considered just sitting here and making sure a maiden such as yourself with a child is not harmed in any way. How trustworthy the master of this humble abode must be to leave you in his wake."

Raven couldn't pick out if that was an insult to X or to her, or even if this was a trick at all … just having Malchior stand in her presences made her nervous and he knew it. So he looked away from her to pick the imaginary lint that sat on the back of the couch. Flicking it off to the ground as Raven's eyes dimmed back to its violet hues, she loosened up ever so slightly, but kept her guard up, "Well that's awfully generous of you, but you haven't told me what you wanted."

"What I want?" Malchior glanced down at his claws, again using his imagination to flick off the dirt that was on his otherwise spotless claws. His crimson eyes looked back up at the sorceress and the moment she blinked he vanished from sight and appeared right behind her. His claws snaking around her hair to move it from the pale skin it covered, imagining how she must taste like and coming so close to taking a lick for himself. But he held back and whispered, "Is you …"

He inwardly grinned with she gasped at his breath on her skin and shuttered as chills raced up and down her spine when he switched hands to have his other hold her hair in place. While he reached around with his claws to trace the soft sensitive skin up on her face, stopping at her chin to tilt her head to the side and up in order to have her ear in close contact with his mouth so he could whisper once more, "… to understand … that I'm not here to hurt you … I'm just here to keep you company until your friend comes back … is it so hard to believe?"

Raven bit down on her lip she carefully slipped out of Malchior's grasp and avoided his claws she turned back around to face the dragon and nodded her head, "I don't believe you … and you can't expect me to … leave, now."

"Surely you don't mean that."

With a shaky breath Raven willed herself indifferent and ordered sharply, "Leave, Malchior, I won't say it again."

Malchior sighed and shook his head, about to protest he immediately shut his mouth and snapped his head up to the hallway where Lance's room should have been and narrowed his cat-slit crimson eyes, "What was that?"

Raven followed his line of sight and went fear fully cold when she realized she had sent Lance into his room. Trying to sense what the dragon already knew, Lance's scream made it all too clear for her what was going on, "RAVEN!"

"Lance!" Raven took off for the kid's room; Malchior stayed in the living room and glanced at the sliding door which lead out to the balcony. With a smirk he casually made his way to the sliding door while Raven threw Lance's door open and spotted the little boy, clearly knocked out and slung over a grown man's shoulder. Raven picked up anything she could with her power and sent it sailing through the air, "Let him go! NOW!"

The man dodged whatever she threw and jumped clear out the window; with his free hand he grabbed onto the lead and held on to Lance, but the boy slipped and nearly fell 50 stories to become nothing but a smear on the pavement. Raven ran to the window and looked out; coming close to having a heart attack when she saw the way Lance was hanging from his PJ's with the man dangling from the lead. Raven glared at the man who ignored her swung Lance up into his arms. Making sure they were both secure he dropped another ledge forcing Raven go out after him, but when she saw movement to her right she stopped to raise a brow when she turned to look and saw Malchior leaning out the balcony rail with a bored look on his face, "You need help love?"

Raven snorted, "Jackass."

Flying down to catch the escaping kidnapper while she left Malchior to sigh and shake his head, "Now, now let's not do anything too drastic."

Without much effort Malchior leapt off the balcony and dropped passed Raven straight to the kidnapper, snatching his hand to the man's black turtle neck shirt, and yanking him up. Lance once again made a nose dive for the streets, but thinking fast, Malchior threw the man high into the air, giving him enough time to dive down and catch Lance, then using another ledge on the hotel bounced himself back up. Raven had to lean against the building the entire time the dragon easily juggled two human beings in his hands.

Not even 20 seconds later, Malchior was back on the balcony, clutching the kidnapper's shirt and cradling Lance in his arm, looking over the rail he called to Raven, "My dear, I think you should come back inside or you'll catch a cold."

Raven stayed outside for a while, out in the breezy city staring up in disbelief at the dragon that not only saved the child she was supposed-to-be-priotecting's life, but had the audacity of being a complete jerk about it! Gritting her teeth and balling her fists she flew back into the hotel and slammed the sliding door shut. Making sure it was locked, she turned around to scream at the dragon, but decided to keep her mouth shut when she saw him gently laying Lance on the couch.

A trail of blood coming down the corner of the child's head, Raven rushed to the kitchen, but ended up gasping in shock when she was pulled up against a body and a blade held to her neck. Apparently, Malchior had forgotten to subdue the kidnapper who now held her life in his hands as he made his way for the door. Malchior noticed it and bared his fangs in annoyance when the human declared, "Move and she dies."

"Nuisance," Malchior snarled, "You obviously don't know who you're dealing with here."

Raven took the moment the kidnapper was distracted by Malchior's vicious appearance – and that wasn't an exaggeration. Malchior looked ready to kill and Raven was pretty damn sure he who have made human-stew with the man if she hadn't have grabbed his arm and flipped him over her back onto the ground. Twisting him onto his stomach and twisting his arm painfully to his back. She kicked the knife away when he released it and with her powers, bound him in place.

The sorceress pushed off the kidnapper and stumbled back to stand with Malchior, but some how ended up leaning against him for support when her head started to spin and her vision started to blur out. Hearing Malchior mutter a couple of words, they were distorted and replaced with another's voice and face when she turned to look up at him.

"Malchior?" she asked in confusion, but winced when a spiked pain stabbed at her mind. Feeling herself lowered to the ground, knowing that Malchior must have done it, she clenched her eyes shut and let the vision she knew was X's pass.

Red X … he was seeing through the mask, he was at some docks trading an item … not just any item … a golden ring that could be considered a door knocker, but the power. The power she felt coursing through his veins … a transaction of money and incoherent words passed and went, the ones he traded with gone. Leaving X all alone, in a warehouse … by the water … Raven felt that he was going to return … but was stopped by a man … a man that looked like an older Azul and it was.

"Red X … how've ya been, Ace?"

"… Azul …?"

With a gasp she came back to her mind and found herself staring up at concerned crimson eyes, who she almost forgot belonged to Malchior the dragon furrowed his brows together and asked more so curious then worried, "You alright?"

Raven gulped and shook off the aftermath of the link, nodding faintly while trying to sit up from lying down on his lap, she looked around the suite to find the kidnapper still on the ground where she had left him.

Obviously her jump hadn't been long, "I'm fine …" then she remembered, "Lance."

"Taken care of," Malchior informed, and scooped her up in his arms; the usually cold-hearted sorceress blushed like a school-girl for a split second when she wrapped her arms around his neck out of relex to keep herself from falling. Feeling so ridiculous and pathetic, she let Malchior take her to the couch and set her on it, "you just sit there and rest."

After he spilled away from her, she sat up and watched the dragon carefully as he walked over to the kitchen in order to set up a little something to clean the young boy's wound. If he was correct, and the kidnapper wasn't as dumb as he thought he was, Lance should suffer from any side effects … but just to be safe; after he cleans up the blood he'll heal the child up nice and good. For Raven's sake … she looked about ready to jump out of her boots in panic by just seeing the way Lance just laid on the couch.

Motionless …

Helpless …

Malchior didn't even have to ask, he knew the sorceress felt so guilty.

Glancing over his shoulder to Raven he raised a brow when she got up form her couch and marched on over to the kidnapper, ripping off his mask she demanded in a vicious snarl that obviously came from her demon half. It frightened the man who didn't think that she was a creature from "down stairs" so to say. Malchior let her be and did nothing to stop her questioning.

"Who are you and what do you want with my boy!"

"You're boy?" the man asked in confusion, but fear nonetheless. Malchior, within the kitchen after heating up a bowl of hot water and took from his pocket a sort of potion that'll take care of Lance right-quick, paused in his mixture when the man stuttered, "Bu-but I was told that was … um someone else's kid. That's Lance Sanchez … right? Siren Sanchez's kid … right?"

Raven scoffed, "For a kidnapper you're pretty unsure about who you're target is here. What do you want with the boy?"

Malchior finished his mixture, took the bowl and proceeded to Lance, passing by the two he informed the kidnapper playfully, "You should answer her; she doesn't like to repeat herself much."

Raven snapped at him, never realizing that her demonic side was really starting to rule over her humanity. Malchior shrugged nonchalantly when she snarled, "Malchior, I wouldn't talk, this would be the third time I'm telling you to leave."

"I'm taking care of the child, no need to fret, just carry on with your interrogation least you loose your intimidating effect on the human."

Raven didn't know whether or not to slap the dragon across the face, or ignore him and return to her interrogation. The later won out, she figured there would be more chances for her to kill the dragon later, but right now she had to take care of first priority and growled in the kidnapper's face. Growing out her claws she racked the pointed under his chin just to make him squirm until finally he cracked, "Alright, alright, ther-there's this guy that wants the kid … something about ransom for some kind of ring."

"What's the guy's name." Raven demanded, Malchior sat next to Lance, but glanced over his shoulder after the mention of a ring.

The man stuttered when he felt Raven's claws digging into this soft skin, "Uh-bah … um … I-I-I forget … bu-but he had like frickin' gold eyes, they didn't look human man and that's all I know."

Zakardo? Malchior thought in confusion, No … can't be … that wouldn't make sense to send me here …

Raven flashed back to golden eyes that belonged to someone from X's past, Azul? Unsure, but sure enough that the man was telling the truth she nodded in acknowledgement and stood up. The man sighed in relief when her claws slipped away from his face, but came close to screaming when the demoness spun around and slammed her heel on the side of his head. Knocking him out, Raven sneered, "That was for Lance."

Malchior chuckled and slid the bowl onto the center table after finishing up with the child, he looked up at the half-breed who retracted her claws and plopped down on the couch just to his left, "Well now, remind me never to harm a single hair on your own children's head, eh."

The sorceress scoffed, "Never mind that, do you know who he's talking about?"

"No," Malchior smoothly lied through his teeth, "but no doubt, perhaps your friend may know … the child is his, isn't he?"

"True," Raven went on without questioning the dragon's truth, "and he's not my friend, I'm just on a mission to look out for Lance while his mother's away."

"Just like with those other three hmm …" Malchior inquired, Raven narrowed her eyes on him, answering short and crudely.

"Yes … and why are you still here?"

"I told you, I'm here to keep you company until the other arrives … lucky I'm here to begin with, otherwise what took place earlier wouldn't have been a pretty sight."

"You're not welcome."

"Oh don't be so cold love; I already said I'm not here to harm you."

"But you also said you should finish what you started before … how do I know this not another one of your tricks?"

The dragon chuckled and took the bowl in his hands, getting up to go to kitchen, Raven rose to her feet as well and stood her ground when he stood before her and loomed over her smaller figure. His aura teasingly pocking at hers as he grinned and winked, "Because I see nothing beneficial in a settlement fight that could easily be considered a: forgive and forget situation."

Raven argued softly, "I can forget … but forgiving is a whole other story."

"Ah, yes …" Malchior sighed and continued on his way to the kitchen, leaving Raven to stand and watch and listen to him intently, "… completely understandable … I am known for taking things a little too far when it comes to getting my way, but look at it this way love: what doesn't kill you … makes you stronger, and I must say, since our last meeting … you've grown quite beautifully, and that, my dear Raven, is the truth. Whether you believe it … or not …"

I don't believe you … she thought to herself, but somehow the barrier to her mind had been breeched and she heard Malchior within her head.

I don't expect you to …

Immediately she strengthened the barrier to her mind after stabbing the dragon as punishment for invading her sanctuary. He blocked the attack, having predicted her move, and chuckled when she huffed in irritation and plopped down on the couch in a cute pout. The dragon shook his head, his smirk slowly diminishing when a thought suddenly popped into his mind … one that disturbed him, Hold on … if Zakardo isn't the one that sent the human … that could very well mean that Kazar is still alive … how that's even possible I hardly know … but it's the only explanation … Kazar has been after the Dragon's Trove for years … it was the only way to explain how I came under Zak's power to begin with.

"Malchior …"

The dragon raised a brow as he whipped the water off his hands with the hand cloth and headed back into the living room where Raven gazed over Lance. Feeling the aftereffect magic Malchior had used to make sure the child was alright. She looked up and back at the dragon with a curious expression, "Would you know who Azul is?"

Malchior blinked slowly in thought, should he lie, should he tell the truth … he looked down at Lance, then back at the sorceress with a nonchalant shrug, "Not my place to tell … but I will say that you know him as well, just not by the same name …"

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A/N: Sorry for the late update folks, seriously, not until the winter break started could I really sit down to work on this chapter, but just be happy that it's moving right along. I know I am! You're reviews are loved and cherished, so to let me know that I haven't been forgotten just keep those reviews coming, you all know I live off them.

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