Bernard shambled over to his car. The dim lights of the refurbished Megamind Museum illuminated the parking lot. A depressed sigh escaped his lips. Another day, another dollar and another step closer to his inevitable demise.

The smell rain was heavy in the air. A couple of droplets splattered on his glasses. Great, now he had to worry about getting wet and cold. Metro City was famous for its torrential downpours.

At least he'll soon be home, where it will be warm and dry. May he'll put on a documentary on and finally finish that book on super geniuses. It'll keep him entertained until he fell asleep. Then he wake up tomorrow and repeat the boring drawl of the work, eat, sleep cycle again.

A quick motion caught his the corner of his eye. He swung head to see what it was only to find nothing. Just the dim street lights shining down on concrete and pavement. Bernard shrugged. Eh, probably just a rat or something. And the chill crawling down his back was probably from the cold night air.

Ignoring it he continued onwards to his car again. However he was blocked by a shadowy silhouette of a figure. he could not see any discernible features other large spikes on its head.

"Umm, Excuse me," Bernard said, "You're in my way,"

The figure remained silent.

"Can you hear me?" Bernard was starting to get annoyed, "Is this some sort of prank? Cause if so I'm not amused,"

Still silence.

"I've had enough of this,"

The moment Bernard stepped to go around the figure it raised its arm to block his path.

"Hey!" Before he could get another word out the shadows seemed to come alive. They surrounded him on all side swallowing him up into an abyss. In a split moment all there was left was an empty parking lot.

Swiftshadow winged her way through dark skies. Thick heavy clouds covered the moon and stars. A constant drizzle chilled her to her bones. She was pretty sure her wing tips were nearly frozen. A stiff breeze came from the northeast. Nothing too bad, but just enough that she had to correct of it. There was no lightning in the air as the calmness in her wings and back signified.

A bright glow on the horizon heralded a city. Metro City if Wilson's maps were correct, which they undoubtedly were. She hoped to find an abandoned shack on the outskirts. There usually was one or two outside every city. She didn't quite want to spend the night in the city. In seemed that in half the cities she flew over at nigh she always ended up getting attacked by something.

Her heavy wings guided her to the city. Though they weren't the only weight she felt. Frostbite's words still echoed freshly in her head. One who bore The Wolf Spirits crest would rise up and destroy an ancient evil who was currently on the rise. The mark on her shoulder suddenly became burdened with destiny's calls. It all seemed too much.

She had set out to reunite her brother, not do battle with some form of eldritch horror. And all she currently had was a few scraps of memory, her claws, and weird magic powers that she had no idea how to use.

"You doing all right?" Wilson said, "You've been silent for while,"

"Just tired, An perhaps a little too lost in thought,"

"What on your brain that's got you all worked up?"

"Nothing much, Just the fact that I'm somehow destined to stop an ancient evil from destroying the entire world. not to mention the fact that I'm still no closer to finding my brother. At this point I'm no longer sure that I'm even following the right path,"

"We'll get there someday. We just have to take things one step at a time. If It helps at all there's an abandoned schoolhouse down there," Wilson pointed down towards the ground.

Swiftshadow looked down to see a decrepit looking building sitting on a hill all alone. She immediately banked hard and dove down towards it. She soon landed before its doorway. Faded red and white paint peeled of its walls. A brass bell hung in the buildings steeple as a broken clock sat above the doorway. 'Lil' Gifted School for Lil' Gifted Kids' read the sign on its front.

She carefully crept into the small building. It had only a single room, reminiscent of school buildings of old. Desks and chairs were still grouped in the centre. A piano sat quietly in the corner next to a bookshelf. The walls were decorated with diagrams and children's drawings, though they were starting to yellow around the edges. Faded blue smudges on the floor caught her attention, and as she looked around the could see them everywhere. Walls, ceiling, desks, even the piano. Only the bookcase was unmarked by the blue smudges. Did a paint bomb go off in here?

She couldn't help but feel certain sense of unease. She ignored it for she had a dry place to sleep. A fat drop splattered on her nose. Well, mostly dry. She could deal with a leaky roof. Wilson jumped onto a nearby desk as she transformed.

"I guess this is home for the night," She sighed as she unslung her back pack.

"Go right ahead, place is open," A voice spoke behind her. She nearly jumped out of her scales as she spun around to see a man in a trench coat. A short grey tinted beard covered his sharp chin. A hat covered his messy lock of hair. A mischievous grin matched his shining blue eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Sorry, I guess introductions are in order," He shrugged, "My name is Wayne Scott, or Music Man if you want get fancy,"

"Music Man?" Questioned Swiftshadow. She was considering just booking it out into the night rain.

"Yeah, Cause I play music," He said pulling out a guitar from seemingly nowhere. Where was he keeping that? He didn't have it a second ago. "I have eyes that see through leeeeaaaad,"

She couldn't help stare in puzzlement as the strange man broke into song. It was slightly off key and with no sense of rhythm. Wilson was also looking confused and bewildered as she felt.

"You're singing could use some work, have you considered taking lessons?"

"A couple people have mentioned that," He shrugged, "Anyways, what brings you here to my shack?"

"Just looking for a place to rest after a long days travel,"

"Oh? where are you from?"

"Far away," Swiftshadow answered. She wished she could answer that question with any amount of certainty. Between the fragments lost in the gaps of her memory was her home. And the brother she wished she could remember the face of. A part of heart ached to be with him again. The memory of them happily playing on the swings with out a care in the world was etched into her brain. A part of her wished to go back to those times.

"Well If you plan on hanging around for any amount of time, I'd be careful walking the streets at night,"

"Why, Does the city have a crime problem?" She asked

Wayne chuckled, "Naw, the resident hero Megamind has a pretty good handle on that. It just people have been disappearing and no one's sure why,"

Swiftshadow couldn't help but flashback to wandering into the abandoned streets of Dulsbury. All the people transformed into cats by a cursed gem. Was there something similar happening here too? As long as there is no mutant beasts roaming around at night, she should be fine.

"That sounds like a problem," She said.

"Yeah, well with Megamind on the case, It should be solved soon Hopefully," Wayne scratched the back of his neck.

Swiftshadow tried to reply but the only thing that escaped her lips was a yawn, "Huh, I guess I'm more tired than I thought,"

"Well it is practically midnight,"

"Its one forty five AM actually," Wilson chimed in, "And yes you should get some sleep, Its been a long day,"

"No worries, citizen, You can sleep here. You'll be safe," Wayne assured.

Swiftshadow wasn't sure about bunking with a random stranger. The other option was to brave the weather again and find another hovel to slumber in. She didn't know if her tired wings could last long enough to find another. Her joints still ached from the cold. Wilson's ever watchful eyes and her draconic might she felt that she could take the man in fight should he try something. and he seemed friendly enough.

Sighing, She relented to herself, "All right, let me set up camp,"

She hoped she didn't have any nightmares tonight.