Then it all clicked. Jaw practically hitting the floor, Nod dropped his crossbow, it clunking as it hit the decayed grass below him. In a shocked state, he whispered, "M.K."

Chapter 2

"So that's what her name is…" Dagda thought aloud to himself maliciously, putting his rather large, meaty hands on his hips. Nod narrowed his eyes, still in a shocked state. What did he want with M.K.?! Was she even okay…. Ever since she left to be with her mother for—what did she call it—school! Ever since then, Nod hadn't heard from M.K. or her father since. How were they? They didn't die, did they? Oh, he hoped not. "What do you want with her, Dagda?!" Nod asked, jumping in front of Dagda's face slightly, as in to intimidate him. "Oh, you'll find out soon, trust me!"

"Let's go, Boggins!" Just then, Dagda's army rounded themselves up and went back to where they had come from. Just like that. Nod was still contemplating what they wanted with M.K. Dagda's hint wasn't at all 'to the point' as he'd hoped for. Nod didn't even notice Ronin come up to him. When he turned around, however, that was when he noticed his presence.

"Is Queen Daisy oka—"

"Yes, Nod; I can assure you that she is quite alright."

"And the damage? How's tha—"

"Already being taken care of. Honestly, Nod. Who made you the general?" Ronin smirked and crossed his arms, causing Nod to pout. "Oh shut it, old man." He pushed past him and to his sleeping quarters to think. What would Dagda want with M.K.? It just didn't make sense at all. Sighing, he drifted off to sleep, the matter of his old friend still flooding his thoughts.

M.K. sighed as she put things away in her new apartment. It was a small, dingy place but it was only her and all she could afford, so it would have to do until she got a new job. Working at Starbucks just wasn't rolling in the dough like she wanted to, and to top it all off, some jerk complained about his order and got her fired. She didn't have enough money to pay rent at her old place, so here she was. Her current money was from her mother, who could care less about what M.K. did with it anyway.

After her father's death, M.K. was forced to go live with her mother no matter what; school or no school. In fact, she had left to go visit her mother right after the funeral. She had lied to Nod about her going back to school, which she was still very guilty about doing. It was for the best anyway. Nod being upset was the last thing the girl wanted. Nod got so emotional when he was upset it was almost unreal. He acted much like a little girl, although M.K. would never admit that to him—if she wanted to be nice, anyway.

She had finally unpacked almost everything when she heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she found her neighbor: Mr. Malcolm. Mr. Malcolm was an old man in his early sixties with thinning white hair and pale, wrinkly skin. He was a bitter man, who complained about everything and anything. That was what she had heard anyway, but didn't want to believe such a thing just yet since she had no idea who the man really was. "Good morning, Mr. Malcolm. Sleep well?" Mr. Malcolm wheezed and licked his lips before speaking. "Ah, what's it to you, you annoying little girl?" M.K. looked outraged but learned to hold her tongue along the years. "I was just wondering. Sorry to offend you, Mr. Malcolm."

The old man licked his lips once more and raised his hand to swipe at the air in exasperation. "Bah! I came to let you know that you have to keep it down! Loud youngsters with their music and loud voices…" Just like that, Mr. Malcolm staggered back to his room. M.K. just shook her head and sighed. How could people be so bitter?

It was exactly 9:30 p.m. when she heard the little pitter patter of feet go across the creaky wooden floor. She barely even heard it actually. M.K. disliked loud noises. Ever since her father's death, she threw out her old T.V., radio, alarm clock; anything that made noise. Loud noises gave her terrible migraines and made her remember that terrible day, which caused her to go into spasms and a great depression. Her doctor proscribed medicines, but M.K. refused to take them, so the doc gave her an alternative. She saw a shrink every Friday, and to top it all off, took yoga classes to ease stress. What a little wreck she turned out to be, she would always think to herself.

There it was again, this time, there was the sound of glass breaking, and if she could hear it, there was people—no, Boggins, screaming at each other. Curious, M.K. made her way over to the sound. Just as she was about to scream, she shrunk and was shrouded in darkness.

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I figured that since I was away, this would suffice just fine. I was on vacation for a week, and was too busy to update at all. But here it is! I hope it's all to you people's liking.