Disclaimer: I do not own Megamind. If I tried to he would De-hydrate me.

Chapter One

Roxanne stretched her sore arms. She had just finished training, A.K.A. getting her butt kicked by her older sister, Lorel. She hated hand to hand combat. She wasn't fast enough, she wasn't flexible enough, and she wasn't strong enough. "You'll get it Roxie," Lorel said, trying to comfort her. It didn't work. Mazas were fighters. Skilled in every kind of war craft and several were blessed with Tanye's wisdom. If you couldn't fight, you were an embarrassment to the clan. They didn't shun her. Of course not. She always had been, and always would be a member of the clan. And clans always stuck together, no matter what. But that didn't stop her shame and embarrassment.

Roxanne knew she was human, and that's why everything was harder for her. But dang it if it wasn't frustrating! She had just turned 21, so she was an adult in human years but she was still a child in Vil-hiln years. (Just take their age, divide it by ten, and you have their age in human years.) She landed in the Maza clan, the clan of fighters. Everyone was tough, dominant, and strict. Especially Roxanne's mother, the leader of the Maza clan. Her father, on the other hand, was a Yanew. Yanews and Mazas were as different as night and day. While Mazas were fighters, Yanews were healers. Yet for some reason more often than not a Maza would mate with a Yanew. It boggled her mind!

Roxanne sighed, thinking of the gilder-gnaw with the Shranda clan they were attending tomorrow. She knew that the two clans had been allies for centuries, but she dreaded spending an entire month with them. Shrandas were partiers. Very fun loving and laid back. Roxanne just knew that they would rub her the wrong way. "Come on. It won't be that bad," Lorel insisted, knowing what her sister was thinking about. Roxanne stared at her and asked, "How could you say that? They're always playing music and doing art and are almost never serious. Heck, they barely wear any clothing at all!" she exclaimed. "I mean, I don't know about you, but my hofa prefers to stay in its case."

"Oh would you calm down! It's not going to kill you!"

"And what if it does?"

"Then I won't have to where this shirt anymore," she replied, referring to the one Roxanne had gotten her for her birthday. Roxanne playfully smacked her arm in retaliation. She loved her older sister, she really did, but sometimes she could be a real pain in the neck! Roxanne's parents had adopted her because her father wanted another child, but her mother didn't want the limitations of pregnancy. She had landed right outside the fortress and when she looked up at them with her big blue eyes they instantly fell in love. The two sisters walked over to their minions who were training the newly hatched minions. "Now remember," Roxanne's minion, Gealin shouted. "Your sole purpose in life is to look after your master or mistress. If someone is shooting at them, you take the hit without a second thought. If you don't, and your master or mistress dies, you will be thrown to the fonras for treason. Got that?" she growled, her teeth sticking out in a threatening manner. "Yes ma'am!" they all shouted back. "Good. You are dismissed." They all scattered to go do whatever it was minions did. "Hey Gealin," Roxanne said, punching her arm in greeting. "Don't you think you were a little hard on them?" she couldn't help but ask. Gealin waved it off. "Nah. They need to learn that their mistress comes first."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Roxanne smirked. This was her minion all right. Every bit as sassy and sarcastic as her mistress was. And she wouldn't have her any other way. "Last one to the throne room has to eat a rotten junar!" Lorel suddenly shouted. She was soon followed by her sisters who each gave shouts of "Hey!" "No fair!" and "Cheater!" The last one was, of course, Roxanne.

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Gilder-gnaw: Group festival with two or more clans

Hofa: Musical instrument similar to a banjo

Junar: Fruit that looks like a horse apple but tastes like a strawberry kiwi smoothie