Hey there! Again..I'll say that this is going to be a long read, but I hope people will continue to enjoy it. I still love hearing about how many people are Wing Weaver fans. I'd thank them too. I'm hopefully going to update every week until it's done, but it's not going to be easy since I'm working on a stupid head computer..anyway, here's another chapter for you folks!

Chapter 4 Arrangements & Answers

"Where are we? What happened? Did it work?" Wing Weaver asked frantically as she looked around what seemed to be an alley. She looked over at the dark magician who looked strangely odd in a way. He wasn't in his dark purple armour or had his greenish staff, he was wearing faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt and sneakers with a few holes in them. "Oh my god..what's happened to you?!"

"Huh? Where's my staff! What the.." The Dark Magician said noticing his stuff was gone, Wing touched her face and looked down at herself.

She still had her hands knees and other important body parts, but her fingers had some sort of sugar pink stuff on them ( nail polish), she wasn't wearing her yellow dress, but a t-shirt with a pink heart on it and a denim mini skirt with yellow and green flip flops with her cross was dangling in a necklace around her neck. She reached behind her and only felt the air behind her..she didn't have her wings.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON!" She screamed tears rolling down her eyes, frightened of what had happened. The dark magician grabbed her arms and forced her to stop crying.

"No, stop crying..stop it." Dark Magician demanded in a soft voice. "We'll figure out what's going on..where we are..what we'll do, but first those tears got to go."

"Sniff..okay." Wing Weaver replied quietly and wiped away her tears.

"Isn't that weird." Dark Magician said curiously as he turned towards a dumpster. "What do humans do with this?"

"Maybe they use them for..uh..surprises." Wing Weaver said, opening it up and smelt the fumes. She quickly slammed it shut and coughed heavily. "Stinky surprises.."

"Those are called dumpsters, imbeciles!" a voice said from behind them, the two turned around and saw a fat black cat with reddish markings that looked like hearts who was wearing a bow. Wing thought it looked vaguely familiar. "Oh honestly, I hate out of towners."

"Are you.." Wing Weaver muttered.

"Come for Cat Nip! Come on Kitty." an old woman called from the street, the cat rolled his eyes.

"Can't you see I'm not a dog. Oh honestly." the cat replied as he slowly marched towards the old woman his tail offensively in the air.

"Sorry for my cat. He loves to chatter." the old woman said her eyes squinting at the two confused teens.

"Does everyone in the Other Realm have talking cats like yours?" Wing Weaver asked.

"The Other Realm..what in heavens do you mean other Realm. This is Domino City." the woman said offended at the comment.

"Domino City? Is that on Earth?" Dark Magician asked confusedly.

"Oh..you're not from this world?" the woman questioned, the Dark Magician and Wing Weaver shook their heads. "From the spirit world then?"

"No the monster Realm. I come from the convent and he's.." Wing explained trailing off.

"Hard to explain..I travel a lot." Dark Magician replied.

"Well..that's nice. I live in the apartment next door above the ice cream shop that I own." the old woman remarked. "If you don't know too much about Earth maybe you should stay with me for a while..I've been here long enough. I can teach you some of the tricks."

"Thank you, but I know enough about Earth already. Knights in shining armour, princesses locked in towers, enchanted dragons, and evil stepmothers." Wing Weaver said swaying from side to side in a daze.

"Oh my..evil stepmothers maybe but all those other things are just fairy tale stuff. This is the real world my dear." the woman stated, Wing Weaver stopped swaying.

"Fairy tales? But there are dragons here too. Aren't there? " Wing Weaver asked as if she was a little girl who just got told there wasn't an Easter Bunny.

"Sadly no." the woman replied.

"What world have you been livin' in sister?" the cat sarcastically remarked.

"I already told you..the Monster Realm." Wing Weaver answered frantically.

"Oh yeah, How could I forget." the cat said tonelessly.

"Ignore Cat Nip, he's just a flea bitten bag of flab." the woman interjected.

"Someone here has ears you know." the cat argued.

"Well so do others." the woman retorted. "And no more cat nip for you..if you don't bite your tongue."

"Fine." Cat Nip replied and stuck out his bright pink tongue and bit it.

"That's better." the woman sighed and turned back to Wing Weaver and Dark Magician. "Now, come to my apartment..I'll make a pot of tea."

Sitting in the old woman's apartment Wing Weaver noticed the woman was very interested in spell books and charms. There was a few figureheads and weird sort of necklaces that Wing Weaver knew were parts of witchcraft. There was also a lot of potted plants around the apartment, some that had huge leaves, some that had small ones, some who grew wildly over the pot and some which had little flowers budding up. Cat Nip was sitting in a puffy little bed yawning as the old woman poured three cups of tea from her kettle.

"Now, what are your names, children?" the woman asked politely as they all sat down in the little living area.

"I am Wing Weaver and this is the Dark Magician." Wing Weaver replied.

"Oh..Wing Weaver sounds nice, but Dark Magician isn't really a common name in this world." the woman remarked.

"In our world there are many Dark Magicians." Dark Magician rebutted.

"Well..maybe you'd consider changing it a little." the woman said slowly. "Kevin maybe, or Darren.."

"Darren. Darren Magician." Wing Weaver said nodding her head. "It fits."

"It's a start." the woman said nervously. "You don't really see too many Darren Magicians anywhere."

"It doesn't seem right though." Dark Magician answered unsurely. "Darren Magician."

"Maybe you can use Wing's last name. Darren Weaver." the woman said brightly. "You do look a lot like Wing, they may mistake you for brother and sister even."

"Darren Magician Weaver." Wing repeated. "It fits."

"Not exactly." Dark Magician remarked. "I don't want to be a Darren Magician."

"Instead of Magician we can call you Darren Magi Weaver." the woman replied. "How about that?"

"I like it." Darren remarked. "But what do we call you?"

"I'm Veronica Lady Orchid, at your service." the woman said in a bow.

"Hello Lady Orchid." Wing said with a bow, Orchid giggled.

"My, my I am impressed Wing. How formal you are." Orchid replied.

"Thank you." Wing said.

"Now, people may not think wisely of you being from another world..so I have a story you can use whenever you meet other humans." Orchid stated raising a finger. Wing leant forward excitedly, her first story heard from a human. "You two are brother and sister, that came from far away and staying with me your foster parent. If they ask you about your real parents, you say..uh your mother became a nun and you're father was on business touring the world."

"The End!" Wing Weaver shouted happily. "Tell another one."

"I don't think that was a real story, Wing." Darren whispered.

"Oh..so that's why it didn't make any sense." Wing responded.

"Listen kids. I'm trying to tell you some things to use for the world out there. You shouldn't go around telling everyone you're aliens from outer space or angels from heaven, magicians from the Monster realm." Orchid exclaimed. "These things must remain secret."

"We'll keep it a secret Ms Orchid." Darren replied, Wing curtly nodded.

"Good. Now, you've got to have something to make yourselves busy. How about you come work in my ice cream shop..I'll give you free sundaes." Orchid said with a smirk