Third chapter; stuff happens. No spoilers (as if you cared).
The next morning, we woke up at 8:30, since there was no school that day. I remembered my thoughts from last night.
"Wheezie, I know what I want to do today," I said.
"Meet Ord and Cassie?" she asked.
"No, they're probably busy," I replied.
"Hm," she muttered, sounding suspiciously inquisitive. "Oh, I know! You're hoping Emmy and Max will come today, aren't you?"
"Wheezie, they haven't been to Dragon Land in months. I think they're becoming busier with things in their own life."
"Oh yeah, huh? Emmy did say they were starting 6th grade in their world." She paused. "So what was it you wanted to do today?"
"Wheezie, I want to go to Quetzal and talk to him about our biology. I have some important questions I want to ask him, too."
"Well gosh, Zak, what kind of things?" she asked.
"I'll tell you on the way there," I replied.
By the time we got to the school, I had filled Wheezie in on the details. I reminded her of the insignificance of the construction-day problems, my desire to eventually meet other girls, and the puzzling questions about and mysteries behind Quetzal's crystals. She agreed with me at every point, however reluctantly to the construction-day issue. The "other girls" idea caught her (by surprise/off guard), and she admitted she hadn't thought much about the crystals since that day.
Wheezie and I landed on the school's front step and opened the door. Quetzal was doing deskwork in his office, so we knocked on his door.
"¿Quien es?" he asked, questioning his visitor's identity.
"It's us, Zak and Wheezie," I answered.
"Come in," he responded.
We walked into his office, where he was writing something. He put down whatever he was writing with and looked up at us. "What can I help you two with?" He paused, and then added "Niños?"
"Quetzal," I started, "we have some questions we were hoping you could answer."
"What about?"
Wheezie continued. "There's a lot of stuff we still don't know about ourselves, about our body."
"Our biology, if you will," I added.
"Hmm," he thought for a moment. "Very important questions you both bring up. It is not right to hide this information from you anymore. You two are getting older, and there are some things you should know about your upbringing and life to come.
"Were there, by chance, any other specific preguntas you had in mind before I continue?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," I replied. "For starters, what if I want to meet other girls soon? Or what if Wheezie wants to meet guys? She and I can't be together when that happens."
"Any other questions?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," said Wheezie. "What's up with those crystals we used a couple months back? Why did we have to recite a poem, fly into the air, and clink 'em together?" I was pleased to see that she had caught onto my notions rather quickly. "That's all," she concluded.
Quetzal thought for a full ten seconds before continuing.
"The answers I have may not come easily to you, but I will give them nonetheless. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," we both said.
"Very well. As you can probably guess, you two were born like this. Your parents, who are normal dragons, were very surprised and pleased with you, and they made the choice to keep you.
"About the crystals, I will tell you this now: it is not necessary to clink them together. You also need not fly into the air or recite un poema. Really, all you must do is be holding the crystals in either hand, and think about what you want to do, whether it be separating or joining."
My eyes widened at the information he had told us. I could see that Wheezie was amazed, as well. "Can we try it now?" Wheezie blurted.
"Actually, Quetzal, I was wondering if we could possibly purchase the crystals from you," I proposed.
"Don't be stupid, Zak. Quetzal's not going to give us something rare that only he has possession of," she retaliated.
I responded, "He wouldn't be giving them to us! I'd pay for them!"
"¡Niños! Niños! Por favor, settle down! You don't need to worry about any imagined rarity of the crystals, they can be found in a cave about a day's flight from here. To save you the trouble, I will give you the two that I have."
And with that, he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out the two pink crystals we had used originally. I was elated. It seemed like my whole life had led up to this one point, what I had always wanted was finally being given to me. I could sense that Wheezie was very happy, too.
"Thank you sooo much, Quetzal. Muchas gracias," I said.
"Yeah, thanks Quetzal!" added Wheezie. Then came the phrase which I knew was coming yet I also dreaded: "Looooove it!" she screamed.
"Please, Wheezie," I said tersely. "Never. Do that. Again."
"Well when we're separate, you won't have to worry about it," she smiled.
"De nada," said Quetzal, which meant "You're welcome" but literally translated as "of nothing." "If you two were any younger, I'd be concerned about you getting along right now, but I think you're old enough to handle problems maturely. ¡Adiós!" He finished. "¡Ten un buen día!"
"Bye, Quetzal! Thanks again!" we both said.
Once we had exited the school, we had trouble deciding what to do. "What should we do first?" I asked. "Show our friends or split?"
"Hm," thought Wheezie. "Let's split first and then surprise them!"
"Okay," I said. It sounded like a good idea.
We found an open field, devoid of any people who might get freaked out. "So what did Quetzal say? Was it some mind thing?" Wheezie asked.
"He said all we had to do was hold the crystals and think about separating." I paused. "However, now that I think about the fridge logic, that doesn't make much more sense than the clinking, flying, and rhyming. I… um… Gosh, let's just do it and worry about the science later, alright?"
"Okey-dokey, artichoke," said Wheezie. I glared at her, making her shirk back.
"Please don't say that, either," I stated. "Do you even know what an artichoke is, anyway?"
"Yes, it's some sort of vegetable," she answered.
"Good. Now, you hold this," I said, pulling the crystals out of our pouch and handing her one, "and I'll hold this. Ready? Think about splitting."
Before I knew what happened, we had separated and I was standing next to Wheezie. We each had two arms, two legs, two wings, and our own tail. We smiled at each other, placing the crystals in our pouches. That's pouches, plural.
"To Ord's?" Wheezie asked.
"To Ord's!" I agreed. And with that, we took off in the direction of Ord's house.
Errrgh.... Yeah. So I just wrote a small fan fiction based off a kid's show. I think it's a speculative fiction. It might also be a "Continuation" or "Original Flavor". Seriously, go look those up on TV Tropes.