Chapter 7: Infiltration

Blossom sighed while she watched the sunset from a boulder overlooking the small pond. Brick, Butch, and Boomer had spent the last few hours trying to formulate a plan to reach the Forgotten Lore. According to the information that Agash had left with Bubbles and Buttercup, it was about 3 days southeast from Prowl, which was where Bree and her sisters lived. Agash also specified that there may be guardians at the library and that they needed a specific key located in Monshea to access the grimy old bookstore.

A snap brought Blossom back to Earth and her muscles locked out of fear. She whipped around to find Buttercup walking towards her. Her face was smudged with dirt and smoke, and her feet were caked in brown mud. The hem of her foresty green gown was ripped and ragged. Despite her rugged apparel, she had an unnatural beauty to her. A smile was on her pink lips when she reached Blossom's boulder. Taking a seat, Buttercup sat watching the frogs hopping in the pond in silence. Only the ripples of the water and the tweets of birds were audible. The rest of the woods seemed unusually quiet. Buttercup eased her feet into the clear, cold water, then began scrubbing the mud off of her calloused feet. "Are you nervous about tonight?" she finally broke the silence.

Blossom shrugged vaguely. "A little i guess. I just hope i dont't need to kill anyone else."

Buttercup nodded. "Murder is never good, but i gotta say, i think you were lucky."

Blossom jumped slightly, startled by Buttercup's comment. "What? What do you mean i was lucky?"

Buttercup swirled her foot in circles in the water, making small whirl pools." Well, I was forced to kill innocent people. People who my so called "guardians" didn't like. You on the other hand had an evil guard as your first kill. Think about it. What would that guard have done to you if you were caught?"

Blossom nodded. "Kill me?"

Buttercup shook her head. "No, because you're a Splitzer. They would take you before the sorceress, and slowly and painfully kill you. Experiment what drugs you can handle, how to manipulate your powers. Disoria and her minions are pure evil. Think about a shmake." Buttercup tried to explain. After all the dirt was washed off of her feet, she pulled her legs up out of the water.

Blossom blinked wildly. "A what?!" she exclaimed. "Is that like a snake?"

"Brick didn't tell you? Man sometimes the most important things needed to be known are the ones he don't explain." Buttercup let out an exasperated sigh. She was obviously paranoid by Brick and his short term memory loss. "Anyways. A shmake is like a snake yes. But much more dangerous. A species created by a wizard millennia ago to serve his favorite creature:dragons. Shmakes are serpents that come in multiple colors, but all have scales and slither on their bellies. They are far more perilous than the most poisonous snake. And their venom burns like fire, but it burns from the inside out. And unfortunately they are common throughout the continent."

Blossom winced. She did not want to cross paths with on of these evil little things. What had she gotten herself into!? She wanted to escape to be free. Now she was working in a rebellion and probably on wanted posters!

"Anyways," Buttercup said, turning back to said topic. "Shmakes are evil, like their leader, the head Dragon that they are assigned to. Think of Disoria as the head Dragon and the shmake as the evil guards and you are killing a shmake. "

Blossom nodded. "So it's not the same. It's more out of self defense." She concluded.

Buttercup pulled her legs back onto the rock. "No body even really knows anymore if those guards are even real people. There's some folk lore that some crazed wizard a couple centuries back created a race of beings that appear as humans but are more like zombies." Buttercup stood up. The sun was barely visible from behind the trees now. The pond was starting to awaken, with frogs croaking, toads groaning, crickets chirping, owls hooting, and fireflies glowing. She extended her hand to Blossom, and hauled her to her feet.

Blossom brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Now I still have a problem."

"What's that?" Buttercup asked.

"Brick always reading my thoughts."

"What!? Brick you little..." Buttercup's voice trailed off. She stared at the ground, deep in thought for a moment before looking up. "Give me your hands."

"What? Why do I.."

"Just give them here." Without a response, Blossom held her hands out to her green eyed friend. It was weird how Buttercup and Blossom looked so similar, plus Bubbles. Buttercup mumbled a few words then released Blossom's hand. "You now have a mind barrier. You get to chose to let Mind readers read your thoughts or not by either keeping your barrier up or down."

"How did you learn to do that?" Blossom asked, awestruck. She wasn't sure if it worked. Brick hadn't contacted her mentally all day.

Buttercup smirked. "Who else knew magic."

A lightbulb went off in Blossom''s head. "I bet it was Agash."

"Bingo."

"I thought Agash was the last person besides Disoria to know magic."

"Glad to see you were paying attention. Agash was adept. He taught us a few a things. I'm probably the best at it alongside Bubbles."

"Why is Agash so special?"

Buttercup nodded thoughtfully. "Agash was true to the Rebellion. He was a good friend and strong ally. He was very experienced in combat, magic, taming creatures. He is , or was the longest living Splitzer prolonging his life by at least 60 years using magic and probably could have lived much longer."

"How old was he?"

"126, but his physical appearance was about late 40s."

"Wow. I wish I could have met him."

Buttercup let out a sigh. "Me to. We should probably head back now."

The two teenage girls walked together in silence for a few minutes. "Well, at least I don't have any more problems." Blossom noted happily.

Buttercup smiled nervously. "Well," her eyes flickered to Blossom's long orange braid. "you might regret saying that when we get back home."

Blossom's expression went blank. "Huh?"

Blossom sat restlessly on a stool waiting for Bubbles. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. Apparently her hair was too long and Bubbles had insisted cutting it a little shorter so it wouldn't get in her way when fighting or climbing. Blossom had opposed to the idea at first, but relented when Bubbles had explained that her hair would probably get ripped and teared anyway and it would be less painful if it was cut ahead of time.

Bubbles walked into the room holding a sharp dagger with a red hilt with gold trim. Her hair was pulled back into her blonde pigtails and she was wearing a worn out grayish blue dress, yet she still wore it with an exotic beauty. She stalked through the center of the room to where Blossom was sitting on the stool, and Buttercup sitting on the floor beside her. Bubbles smiled, trying to help Blossom ease her nervousness. "How are you feeling?"

Blossom chuckled nervously. "Im a bit worried, afterall a 16 year old is cutting my hair. No offense."

"Just be happy that it's not me cutting your hair," Buttercup commented, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Bubbles giggled. "She's right! One time she tried giving a hair cut to Butch, and his hair was cut soooo bad! He looked like the end of a mop." Bubbles remembered. Blossom giggled slightly. "He was mad for like... a second too."

"Yeah, it was pretty bad." Buttercup joined in, laughing ever so slightly. "But don't worry," she said, turning the conversation back to Blossom. "Bubbles is a great hair stylist."

"I'm trusting you." Blossom replied timidly. She did trust Bubbles. But she hadn't ever had a haircut before. Doing different things with her hair was what had kept her occupied when she wasn't being bullied by Sedusa. Oh, Sedusa! She had forgotten about her! Blossom wondered what had happened to that old bat.

"Okay," Bubbles instructed soothingly, "Just relax and keep your head still." Blossom nodded, then stopped, remembering to hold still.

Bubbles carefully separated a few strands of hair and slid the knife beneath it. Buttercup slipped her hand into Blossom's when she noticed her holding her breath. Bubbles chopped off the strand and it fell to the ground. Picking up a second piece, she chopped it off as well. Buttercup groaned. "How long is this going to take?"

Bubbles grinned sheepishly. "She has a lot of hair. Maybe a half hour." Buttercup and Blossom let out exasperated sighs.

Boomer collected up a spool of rope, while Brick and Butch had went out to fetch the horses. He wondered what Blossom would look like with her new haircut. They had been in the their room for a while. Then again, Blossom did have like 7 feet of hair. He decided to see how much longer they would be since it was almost 11:30 and they would be leaving to collect some more items in about half an hour. Boomer walked down the hallway that had smooth dirt for walls.

Stopping at a brown oak door, he knocked creating a low rich sound. He heard whispers on the other side of the door before Buttercup opened the door. Boomer tried to make his expression neautral. He was actually anxies to see how Bubbles had styled her newest client's hair. He knew that she was skilled at anything hair-wise. Bubbles had cut Buttercups hair from a long stringy mess into shorter look with the ends triangling outward. She had styled Butch's hair from a cow lick with a shorter piece sticking up on top to a spiky mountain look. Brick used to have an awkward short haircut, but Bubbles had given advice to him about growing it out and it was actually good advice. She had lastly styled Boomer's hair into a spiky look instead of a slicked back style.

"Can we help you?" Buttercup challanged, blocking the doorway. She was dressed wearing one of Butch's old green t-shirt, brown vest, ripped up black cotton pants with a belt holding up the giant pants. She was ready for some conflict for tonight. The girls usually dressed in more maneauverable clothing on thug missions. Boomer assumed that Blossom would wear some of Brick's old clothes.

Boomer rolled his eyes. "We're heading out soon. I came to tell you to pack up your stuff."

Buttercup smirked. "Came to see Bubbles or Blossom's haircut?"

Boomer blushed. "Both. Maybe the first one a little more."

Buttercup rolled her eyes playfully, moving from the doorway. Boomer walked in and saw Bubbles with her hair down, brushed out neatly with a comb resting on the bed beside her. Blossom wasn't visible to Boomer from behind the changing stand. Bubbles smiled and rose from her seat. Now dressed in Boomer's old blue, long sleeved shirt with some of his older brown pants with a brown belt holding up the oversized pants, she was also ready for the night's activities.

"Hey Boomer!" the blue eyed blonde greeted, striding over to him.

"Hey..." he replied timidly.

"Ready to see Blossom?"

"Yeah i guess."

"Blossom? Come on out."

Blossom walked out wearing baggy brown pants that were grass stained,and a red shirt that hugged her figure but were baggy around her shoulders. Her eyes glowed happy but embarressed with a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. But what was the most eye catching was her attractive hair style. Her silky orange hair was throughly brushed through, the first time Boomer had seen Blossom with her hair down. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a red ribbon tied around the rubber band, and her hair ended at her midsection. He was about to comment when Butch walked in.

"You guys are having a party and didn't invite me?!" Butch exclaimed in mock hurt. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Blossom. "Like your hair Pinky." he aknowledged before striding over to Buttercup. He wrapped an arm around her waist, making Buttercup with hold a blush. "I like you hair better, you know." he whispered in her ear, making chills go down her spine.

"shut up, Butch." Buttercup said, pushing away from her persistent admirer. Wait, why had she pushed herself away? She actually liked it when Butch would hold onto her or hug her. She hated being away from him. Why was she so...rejectful? Oh shit! Buttercup checked her mental barrier and sighed with relief mentally. Whew! My mental barrier was up! I would have died if Brick read my thoughts!

A second later Brick walked through the door,talking as he walked. "Blossom, I can't detect your mind anymore. Did Buttercup teach yo-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw Blossom. How cute was she! Brick caught himself, probably looking dumbfounded when he noticed Blossom giggling softly, with Boomer, Butch, Bubbles and Buttercup snickering. He shook it off, trying to sound casual. "So that's where my shirts and pants went."

Blossom frowned. So that's what he had to say to her? Really?!

Buttercup stomped a foot getting everyone's attention. "We have work to do. Brick will have time to flirt with Bloss later." Brick and Blossom turned bright pink.

Bubbles sidestepped closer to Blossom, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Come on Buttercup! She does look super cute!"

"I never said she didn't!" buttercup exclaimed, defensively.

"She's right," Blossom agreed. "We have so much to do in such little time.

Buttercup waited in the shadows, back to a brick wall. She couldn't see them, but she knew that Boomer, Butch, and Brick were traveling over rooftops like ninjas. Blossom and Bubbles were on the other side of the plaza, waiting for a single from the guys. The plan was for Buttercup and the other two girls to serve as back up when breaking into the castle if the boys should fall. The group had traveled an half hour to Monshea in order to steal Barshon-the key to the Forgotten Lore.

Buttercup heard a shrill, from over head. They must have found a problem with Brick's quote "flawless plan." Buttercup climbed up onto an awning of a shack, then boosted herself onto the roof. Blossom and Bubbles were already with Boomer, Brick, and Butch. Buttercup sauntered across the tiled rooftop silently to where her comrades waited. Buttercup smirked at Brick. "Flawless plan, hmm?"

Brick rolled his eyes annoyed. "I never said flawless."

Boomer grinned. "Yeah you did, bro."

"They're right Brick." Bubbles agreed.

Blossom snatched off Brick's hat and pulled it over her head. She put an arrogant smile on her lips, using her hands to pretend to push something away lightly. "Don't worry, guys! My plans are always flawless! We have nothing to worry about." Blossom mimicked Brick's comment from earlier with the best man voice she could muster. "It will be in and out. You three girls won't even need to be involved."

Bubbles, Boomer, Blossom, Buttercup, and Butch started laughing as quietly as they could. Butch covered his mouth with an arm, trying to muffle his spurts of heavy laughter when he spoke. "Haha! Pinky is starting to come around even."

Bubbles hugged Blossom. "You're a great addition to our team!" Blossom smiled. Her new friends were so great!

Brick was turning a little red. Luckily for him, the darkness helped conceal his embarressment. "You guys are hilarious."

"Sorry Brick. I didn't mean any harm." Blossom tugged off the red flannel cap, and returned it to Brick, who accepted it genuinely.

"Anyways, what happened?" Buttercup wondered. She was hoping that some butt kicking would be required. Or some infiltration. Or maybe a little bit of both.

"We made it to the castle, and Brick had used some sort of Mind control on a guard. We learned from his buddy that Barshon is somewhere in the King of Monshea's sleeping chamber. We climbed up to the window, only problem is is that there is one window and-" Butch began explaining but was interrupted mid sentence.

"The window is too small for any of you three to fit through, but Bloss, me, and Bubbs are just thin enough." Buttercup guessed, wording it in more of a statement rather than a question. She could tell that she was right. She was no mind reader, but she had a knack for logic puzzles. And using her logic skills, she could tell that Blossom was a logic adept also, probably even more so then herself.

Blossom jumped lightly as if she had a chill. "Thats what i was thinking, Buttercup!"

Boomer put a hand to his forehead. "How did you know that Buttercup?"

Butch grinned mischieviously. "Because she's smart and hot."

Buttercup rolled her eyes, rewarding Butch with a slight punch.

"So we have to infiltrate the king's castle to get the key?" Bubbles wanted to make sure she was understanding the situation aside from the side chatter.

"Yep." Boomer confirmed.

"You guys arn't coming with us?"

Boomer stood up, puling Bubbles to her feet. "We will be waiting down below with the horses while you guys are in the castle. When you get the key, jump from the window. I will use my Levitation powers to help you down safely." Boomer explained.

"We should be going." Brick mused. The others nodded. Night was waning. Brick and Butch took the lead at a brisk pace, with Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup in the middle keeping a steady pace with Boomer taking the rear. They had left Zilla, Marlin, and Shredder hidden in a clump of trees closer to the castle. They had to cover less ground for a short period of time, when Bubbles had twisted her ankle on a loose tile, resulting with Boomer carrying her a short distance until she had recovered.

When they arrived at the castle, there was a rope of clothes dangling from a window in the highest tower. Undetected, the gang reached the end of the rope. "So we climb this to get to the window?" Bubbles asked hesitantly.

"Come on Bubbles! It will be fine. And if you fall, Boomer will catch you with...open arms!" Buttercup gushed. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and made kissy noises. Bubbles and Boomer turned bright pink. Bubbles lunged making an attempt to punch Buttercup's arm, but she dodged it, clinging to the rope. Buttercup quickly shimmied up the rope. Blossom giggled before climbing up the rope as well.

Bubbles crossed her arms and let out an annoyed groan before grabbing a hold on the rope. She was about to start climbing when Boomer grabbed onto her wrist bringing her closer to him. Boomer looked deep into Bubbles' baby blue eyes, eyes that made others call her a freak, but were so beautiful to him. "Boomer?" Bubbles whispered surprised.

"Just be careful, okay?"

Bubbles smiled. She leaned closer, standing on her tip toes, Bubbles gave Boomer a quick peck on the cheek. Then she followed Blossom and Buttercup up the rope. Boomer touched his cheek where Bubbles had kissed him, a faint smile on his lips. Butch and Brick grinned, bumping into Boomer. "Woah, dude. Boomer you should make a move before some other theif grabs her attention." Butch commented.

Boomer brushed off the comment. "Whatever."

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Bubbles giggled happily to herself, as she climbed up the tower after her green and pink friends. She had kissed Boomer! She had wanted to do it before a couple of times, but had always chickened out. But it had seemed like the perfect moment just now, so she went for it. She hoped he wasn't weirded out or anything!

When Bubbles reached the the window, Blossom and Buttercup were already inside the room. Blossom was searching the room, under parchments and other official paperworks that handle the kingdom. Buttercup was standing by the window with a lop sided grin. Bubbles could only imagine what she was thinking of. What if she saw Bubbles kiss Boomer? Oh no, that was probably it. Bubbles tried to appear calm and neautal when she sqeezed through the narrow rectangular window. When she hit the floor, the bluish grey stone was cold on heer bare feet.

Buttercup continued to grin mischieviously at Bubbles, as if she knew a secret no one else in the world knew. Like she knew a secret that people would kill over just to know."Finally with Boomer I see? Sealed the deal..finally." she noted dryly.

Bubbles blushed. "Be quiet. There might be people in here, or out the door."

Buttercup shook her head. "I scoped out the area. No one is in the room, and the guards are stationed down the hallway. On our way here, when Lightning Boy was carrying you over the rooftops, Butch told me that the king and queen are at dinner on the third level. We are on the 4th level and they could be here any minute, so we can't be overly worried on stealth." Buttercup crossed over to the bed centered in the room, opposite a roaring fire. She started throwing pillows.

Bubbles walked around the room, pressing the rocks on the wall that were jutting out in irregular patterns. She had once met a raven that had worked alongside a detective who had found secret passages in dungeons by pressing portruding rocks from walls. Afterall, this was a king's room. Wouldn't a king have secrets to guard such as secret passages? Besides, where else would be a better spot to hide a key to an ancient library that holds valuable secrets than a hidden passageway that no one else would even think about?

She continued to search the perimeter of the room while Buttercup tossed pillows, creating a distinctive mess and Blossom continued to scan parchment and replace it neatly as she had found it. Bubbles found one particular stone intriging. Shaped like a heart, it had three carvings in it. Three Bs. Bubbles bit her lip, trying to figure out if it was a type of puzzle. She sighed deeply, finally opting to press down on the stone. Just as she had thought from the beginning, the rock slid aside slowly, making the walls shake a little and a gravelly rumble sound echoing throughout the room an walls. Bubbles heart stopped, thinking that guards would burst in at any moment.

Blossom and Buttercup gasped and darted over to where Bubbles was. "What did you do?" Blossom whisper hissed. She was scared to death that if they were caught in the king's room that they would be executed immediatly.

Bubbles grinned sheepishly. "I was looking for a secret passage or something and found this little vault." The stone had slid to the left, revealing a small square foot sheet of steel. The glimmering metal was smooth all over except for three shapes in the middle: a star, a heart, and a circle. "Do you think that the Barshon is hidden in there?"

"Only one one way to find out." Buttercup said.

"But there needs to be three keys. Who knows where they might- did you hear that?" Bubbles looked up, towards the door. Her breathing shallow she creeped over too the door. Her face paled. "Footsteps. Sounds like a single person. The footsteps are making a deep sound. I'm guessing a heavy set man. We should forget the key and come again."

Buttercup shook her head. Her own breathing rate had gone up and she felt her legs weakening a bit from anxiety. "We may never have another opportunity like this one!" she argued.

"Forget finding the keys to the vault. I'll just make them." Blossom interjected. Her words were shaky from anxiety as well.

Bubbles walked over to Blossom and Buttercup, teeth chattering. "H-how are you gonna do that?" No matter how many times they had escaped jams, some worse than this, Bubbles had always gotten nervous. She shrilled softly as the footsteps became louder. They had 4 minutes, 5 tops.

"Ice powers. I'll just make the shape." Blossom held out her palm, trying to focus her energy on shaping the ice blocks. It was hard, since her heart was beating so fast she thought it would run out of her chest. After a minute off tiring effort complicated by nervouseness, Blossom was able to construct 3 blocks of ice identicle to the holes in the sheet of metal.

The footsteps were even closer, 2 minutes! "Hurry get 'em in there!" Bubbles cried softly.

"We're trying!" Buttercup retaliated, jamming two of the three blocks into the slots while Blossom did the final one. When the pieces clicked, the metal sheet raised slowly. Much too slowly for the girls' liking. When the metal finished raising, there in the little secret cabinet was a pink satin pillow with a golden sphere sitting in the middle of it.

"He's at the door!" Bubbles screamed softly.

Buttercup lunged for the spere, pulling it out of the stone cubby hole. It was heavier than she would have figured. She sprinted to the narrow window, with Blossom behind her. Buttercup dropped the golden key out the window, where she saw a bluish clear mist catch it and bring it to the ground safely. Blossom climbed onto the sill and squeezed through the window.

Bubbles vaulted from the door towards the window. One of her pantlegs got caught on table, sending Bubbles sprawling on the ground, skinning both of her palms into stinging raw flesh and her right knee into an insrutable pain. The door creaked open to reveal a man in about his late 30s, with slicked back black hair and brown crestfallen eyes, with a gold crown with a white gem in the center.

Bubbles couldn't help but stare when she saw the man. He seemed familar but could not place him. The King of Monshea made no move to retreat or meet the supposeable threat balled up on his bedroom floor. Buttercup appeared in the window, torso inside the tower, backend hanging out. "Bubbles! Get up! Run!" Buttercup met the king's eyes for a split second before dissappearing out the window.

Bubbles squealed softly. She heard more foot falls in the hallway with the echoes of armor clunking around. Bubbles struggled to her feet and to the window. She wiggled out, back end first, so she could get another look at the king. When her neon baby blue eyes met the king's for the second time, he continued to make no further acknowledgment as far as being in danger. Instead...tears were forming in his eyes. But she detected joyful tears opposed to negative tears. Thats odd.

Bubbles was beginning to have an urge to climb back through the window and hug this man, when the imperial guards burst through the heavy wooden door. One guard saw Bubbles and released a quarrel in her direction. She shrieked and dropped from the window, banging her head on the side of the stone wall on her way down. She clung to the cloth rope for merely a second before the tender flesh on her hand made her release the fabric. The last thing she heard was a guard saying, "Professor, are you alright?" Then she was too far down to hear anything else. Professor. How familiar. But when would she have met the the Professor, King of Monshea? A pain raced through Bubbles forehead. It even hurt to think?! Oh how her head was going to hurt the next day!

Bubbles continued to free fall toward the earth, but half way down, she felt an odd sensation as if she was swimming through air. Boomer. She looked down to see Boomer waiting with out stretched arms ready to catch her with a worried look on his face. She must look even more banged up than she realized. Boomer caught her bridal style. Bubbles looked up at him weakly, her head hurting to think. Her eyes were mostly closed, but she could still make out his deep blue eyes. "Did ..you.. get ...the key?" she managed to wheeze.

Boomer smiled weakly, while nodding his head. "Yes. But whats more important is that you're safe along with Blossom and Buttercup."

Bubbles closed her eyes, pain throbbing throughout all the corners of her head. "Im glad ...you got..the key. Boomer...I.."

"Bubbles?! Bubbles!" Boomer sighed. Leaning forward he gently planted a kiss on her forehead. She wasn't dead. Just weak and sleeping. Blossom would heal her when they got to safety. Boomer cradeled Bubbles over to his tan horse, and saddled up with Bubbles arranged comfortably in front of him. Buttercup was already saddled up behind Butch and Blossom behind Brick.

In a fluid motion, the three horses catapulted forward galloping at a brisk pace urged to go faster by their riders. Butch held the golden sphere in his hand as they ventured through the foliage. He eyed the bowling ball sized weight dubiously. "Are you sure that this is the key to the Forgotten Lore?" he questioned.

Buttercup sat behind Butch on Shredder, arms wrapped around his waist for security on the wild animal. She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Agash had mentioned that the key was a sphere. He didn't know a color or size, only that it was a sphere." Buttercup confirmed.

They crossed a stone drawbridge over the Quas River. Shortly after, the group heard hoofbeats after them. Brick groaned. Blossom looked at him worried. "What is it? What happened?!" she asked urgently.

"There are many pursuers after us. I can sense several dozens' minds." Brick replied.

Blossom flashed a secretive grin towards Buttercup who returned it. Buttercup winked. "Ready to start taking out some shmakes?"

Blossom's grin widened, her eyes hardening with vengence. She felt angry at Disoria's army. Angry for Bubbles who was abused and who was now unconcious with probably amnesia. Angry for Buttercup who was forced to be an assassin for others' entertainment. Angry for Brick, Butch, and Boomer who's parents and sisters were murdered. Angry for Bree, Bhumi, Basil, and Britt who's parents were taken prisnor and surely killed. Angry for Agash who was killed trying to protect Bubbles and Buttercup. Angry for herself, who was locked away for 16 years by Sedusa who was surely just another one of Disoria's puppets. Oh was Blossom ready to help open a can of whoop ass like the world has ever seen. For the the first time since meeting Brick and his brothers, she finally felt dedicated to the Rebellion. "You bet, Buttercup."

Blossom and Buttercup turned around on their horses, facing the oncoming calvary. Blossom was caught off guard when she saw a familar face leading the small army. Her expression hardened even more.

"I'm coming for you, Sedusa."

Well thats chapter 7! that was actually a long chapter, like 5 thousand somethin words. whew. i thought that this chapter was well written and it took me almost 1 week to figure out what i wanted to happen. if you were able to notice, i kind of flip flopped btween whether or not it was a Buttercup and Butch chappie or a Bubbles and Boomer chappie at the beginning but finally opted to do a Boomubbles chapter. i think that they are soo cute! anyways pretty please comment :) and wish me luck on finals (otherwise i'll be grounded from my laptop)