Author Note: Same deal as last chapter. English in normal font and this time its going to be Icelandic in Italics.

Chapter 3: Same old, Same old

When Shego awoke from, what seemed to her, a long fall, the first thing she noticed was the armored man she was on top of. And the worst part of it, said her very bi libido, is that he is still fully armored. Shego's eyes narrowed at the stray thought and leaped up off of the unconscious man. When she looked around se saw that she was surrounded by a large group of men that looked like they were out at a Ren fair. When the first raised a sword, Shego lit her hands, and the entire crowd (as well as Shego) flinched away from the unexpected brightness.

Shego did not remember her plasma being this bright. As she watched, her plasma dimmed to its normal radiance. When she looked back up at the crowd they all looked back at her with fire, literally, in their eyes. The colors covered the entire spectrum, and as she watched, their swords lit with the same fire as they were drawn.

As she dodged the first thrust, she realized that these guys intended to kill her. Shego frowned as she pondered and fought. While her plasma had the potential to melt someone's head off their shoulders, she had never killed. But as she saw the number of blades swinging at her head, she realized that it was time to kill or be killed.

She grabbed two blades from their wielders and with barely a thought they shone with bright emerald fire.

"Wow. That's never happened before." She may have preferred hand to hand over all other kinds of fighting but that didn't mean she wasn't a practitioner of the bladed arts as well.

With her trademark smirk on her lips and fire in her eyes and on her blades, Shego danced through the mass of would be killers. She danced like a madwoman but still received her share of minor injuries.

As she faced off against her last remaining foe, she was startled to hear him speak.

"Okay. Hver the helvíti ert þú og hvernig did þú fá hér!" (1)

Shego was startled that she had understood him. Icelandic was one of the few languages she had learned over the years, and that was only for the off chance Dr. D actually would succeed in taking over the world.

"I have no idea you big lummox! One second I'm fighting Kimmie and the next I wake up to find you guys about to tear into me! Why the hell would you attack me for no reason at all!"

"No reason! You dumb broad! You killed our Captain! What good are mercs without a Captain!"

"Mercenaries huh?" Shego thought about this. This could prove beneficial.

"Hey pintsize. Here's an idea. Why don't we team up. Seeing as you're the last one of the bunch standing you must be smarter than these loosers. We could make mint together." While she didn't usually take on a partner, she made exceptions for extreme cases. And being stranded on a obviously different world was a very extreme case.

"Hmmm. You have a point. Lets get you some armor and lets go see if we can make some cash."

As they went about the battlefield gathering up fallen gear to sell, Shego questioned her new partner, Kevin. Apparently this world was called Xan'ai and there were two main powers, Kel'na and Goba Justi. Both were powerful, but greedy. They hired mercenaries so they did not have to spend money on training soldiers, although Goba Justi did produce some very nasty paladin-like customers called Eagles.

Apparently they could wield what Kevin called the Will Flame with weapon-like precision or add it to a weapon much like Shego had done to give it some extra punch. But they did hire mercs at better prices than Kel'na but the government of Kel'na was more lax in their control of those they hired.

"Well Kevin, lets get some shut eye and head for someplace with a smith tomorrow," Shego stated as she finished spot welding the armor into more manageable bundles with her plasma.

"Sure thing boss. I know just the place. Granted its in Goba Justi but Almean smiths are the best around."

"Fine. We'll head to this Almea in the morning. Now get some sleep."

/End Chapter 3/

(1) Okay. Who the hell are you and how did you get here!

Ughf. That concludes the first three chapters of The Prophesy. Please Read and Review.