A.N. Thank you for all the reviews. Tara I read the one you left on Destiny Rejected and it inspired me to write finally. Last time I updated I did have this chapter almost done but then a couple days later my Grandmother lost her cat and I lost my almost ten year old rabbit. It hit me hard and I lost my writing ideas for awhile and I am sorry. I hope you all understand and I will do my best to keep getting chapters to you guys on a timely basis.


Mr. Tiny stood in front of Harkat and I patiently picking at his fingernails. When we finally stopped talking to each other he raised his eyebrows and coughed to get our attention. "Now boys. As much as we all love traveling in high style," he said and gestured to our tent. "I think it is time we shed our five star accommodations and go on a little adventure."

Harkat and I exchanged a glance that was part excitement, part worry.

"Don't look so upset," Mr. Tiny chided. He smiled widely. "Where we are going the tent will have no place. In the times I have left you alone I have been searching for an object of mine that has been lost. A sword in fact."

My eyes widened.

Mr. Tiny led us to our tent and showed us the sword rack where I had somehow added another layer to it. He said nothing about it but explained more. "Each sword has a commonly known name in legend. I had thought the original had only a twin blade, a sister or daughter if you will. But apparently there are two blades that go alongside it." He looked meaningfully at the bottom rack and I bit my tongue. "So now my hunt is including the two other swords as well." His eyes grazed over mine and a light smirk crossed his face before vanishing.

"Why do you want us to go now?" I asked. I wasn't complaining in the slightest, but I was curious.

"In the past when I have left you alone with "babysitters" it has never gone well. You two can't stay out of trouble and your aid may be helpful," Mr. Tiny said shrugging. "I believe the swords may have gone back to the place of their creation."

"How could there be three now and you not know about it? Wouldn't have all three of them been made before?" I asked.

"Yes. The original was known to me first and then the second and now the third. But they only reveal themselves when they want to."

"Do you know what they look like?" I asked.

"Two of them I knew. But that matters little as their looks change depending on the era, the seasons and anything else that effects magic," Mr. Tiny said.

"What are the swords names?" Harkat asked.

Mr. Tiny pointed to the first rack where his sword would have laid. "La Tizona. A sword that was said to make its enemies swoon upon sight of it. Magicians got their hands on it and embedded magic so deep inside the blade it took on a life of its own." He pointed to the second rack which would have been Evannas. "The last surviving Ulfberht blade. It was a Viking sword made from highly advanced materials and over the centuries it gained magic of its own." He pointed at the last rack and smiled. "Last but not least is the Sword in the Stone or Excalibur."

I reeled for a second and nearly missed Harkats shocked question.

"What makes the swords come to you?" He asked.

"They automatically go to the strongest magicians," Mr. Tiny said.

I crouched down and stared at the empty sword rack where Excalibur would have been. My hands traced the empty groove where the hilt should have been and I looked up at Mr. Tiny who was smiling indulgently. "So when you said the swords have gone back to their place of creation you mean…."

"Yes. Camelot."

"That can't be possible!" Harkat interjected.

"After all you have seen are you really going to dismiss anything as impossible?" Mr. Tiny asked, arching an eyebrow. "Evanna is on a quest for her own sword so we shall go for La Tizona first. Then Excalibur."

I stood up. "Whose sword is Excalibur?" I asked.

"Do you really need to ask that question?" Mr. Tiny said blandly.

"No way!" Harkat said spluttering. "You know the person who pulls Excalibur out of the stone is destined to rule."

I shook my head. "Rule over what exactly?"

Mr. Tiny chuckled. "That remains to be seen." He tossed both Harkat and I rugged looking backpacks. "Take what you want in these. Clothes, weapons and any other trinkets you might need. The big tent as I said will not be coming with us. I will take care of food." He pulled out his heart shaped watch. "You have one hour until we go." He left the tent whistling loudly.

I mutely started folding clothes and shoving them into the backpack. Mr. Tiny from before hadn't thought it necessary to tell me what the swords actually were but now with no memories he did? It didn't make any sense. I longed to tell him exactly what I remembered, to give back everyone's memories. I could feel the blocks in the group when I reached toward them with magic; it was like a brick wall standing between me and them. But the gods would rip us apart if I tore them apart. However with the sword I might have a chance. The sword had been powerful when I had it before but perhaps it would be stronger now that I was too.

"So King Arthur was a magician?" Harkat said into the silence.

I folded a pair of pants and sighed. "I didn't think so. All the stories said it was Merlin." I was still in shock from knowing the name of my sword.

"Well maybe the stories are wrong," Harkat said. He grabbed a set of his robes and put them in.

"Maybe…" I said. I finished with the clothes and dumped the bottles of Mr. Tinys blood down the bathroom sink. It was old and I would be traveling with the man anyway. When I went back into the main part of the tent a giant pile of camping supplies were waiting. There was another backpack full to the brim already which had to be Mr. Tiny. I peeked inside his backpack and saw nothing in there but an actual regular camping tent. I tied a sleeping bag to the outside of my backpack. "We should each take some of both in case we get separated," I said. In went matches, water bottles, a first aid kit, some rope and bags of trail mix. I grabbed some knives and holstered them onto my belt. Last of all into my bag went the "Oliver Twist" book, and the feather.

"I feel like we should change clothes," Harkat said and looked at us. We were wearing relaxed clothes and not at all sturdy shoes.

I nodded in agreement and we ran into separate rooms. I changed into the toughest jeans I could find, and pair of hiking boots. I cut slits into the back of a new shirt for my wings first and flared out my wings when I put the shirt on to make sure no feathers got caught. "I think I'm ready," I said to Harkat after rejoining with him. My tail was curled around my waist above my jeans. I hadn't felt like cutting holes in the seat of my pants.

"I can't believe we are doing this," Harkat said.

Mr. Tiny came back into the tent and nodded. "Excellent." He swung his backpack over his shoulder. "Ready? We have a train to catch."

"Where are we going? Why don't you just transport us there?"

"Spain. I cannot use magic to find the sword. I can use it on other things but anything that would get us closer to it will only cause the weapon to move. We must take every step closer by common means," Mr. Tiny said. He gave both Harkat and I a necklace with a stone on the chain. There were different runes on each. "This is for your wings and other looks. Harkat yours will make you look human again."

We put them on and left the tent. Behind us it collapsed into a square and Mr. Tiny put it into his pocket. The Cirque Du Freak members waved us off and soon we were swallowed by tall waving grasses and the tents faded behind us.

"I rented a lovely sleeper car for us with two beds. Shadow you will not be taking up an entire mattress in your dragon form so I did not buy a bed for you," Mr. Tiny said.

I nodded. "Okay." My wings stretched out again and the dragon twirled excitedly on my back. Without a word I brought my wings down, once, twice and launched into the air. The extra weight from the back made me wobble a bit but soon I was circling evenly above Harkat and Mr. Tiny. They looked up at me and Harkat waved. I dove toward them and came up just short, brushing my wingtips across Harkats head. The world looked so beautiful up here. It was a far cry to how it looked from the ground. I spun and danced through the air, always keeping the others in sight. When the distant sound of cars reached my ears I coasted toward the ground reluctantly admitting that allowing humans to see me was not a good idea. It would cause general panic and Harrison would be sent running toward us. I landed and ran forward a few feet, folding my wings awkwardly. Landing was still iffy.

"You've been up there for a couple hours," Harkat said amused.

"What!" I said. It had seemed like only a few minutes.

Mr. Tiny stopped and pulled out his heart shaped watch. "I think it would be best if I aided you in your dragon form now. No doubt you will be silly with experimenting in your new form and if I did it later there would be no sleep for anyone." He looked at his watch. "It is five now and our train leaves at six thirty."

"But…" I said awkwardly. "I thought I would have my own mind."

"Yes. You will certainly have more faculties then a dog but you will still have dragon's tendencies." He pointed at my chest. "That dragon is your baser instincts hidden away so whatever they are will come to the forefront for awhile until you gain control which will not happen for several changes at minimum." He smiled. "You could turn into a wild beast, a pathetic whimpering fledgling or a healthy curious animal. Nothing can be hidden in your dragon form."

I swallowed hard. "Oh." I thought about what had happened at Harrison's and how terrified I had been. How I had tried to shove those feelings away and drown them. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

Mr. Tiny clicked his fingers. A harness appeared around my chest and stomach with a leash that was in his hands. Thankfully it had no collar. "To humans you will be a cat. Don't worry you won't be getting out of that." He smiled like a shark. "I am quite curious to see your inner psyche." His hands glowed bright red and my dragon vibrated.

"Wait!" I said but my vocal cords started to change and it was too late to say anything else. I doubled over and my muscles and bones started to shift and shrink. Some vanished altogether while others melted into a new shape. It didn't hurt it was just extremely disconcerting. I went blind and deaf last of all and then my mind shifted. I came too in a pile of clothes and I squeaked loudly, tearing at them with my tiny body wildly. The clothes were lifted up and I was too. It took a minute to remember the guys name but yes it was Mr. Tiny. He patted me on the head and I sank my little teeth into his finger and tried to fly away at top speed. The harness brought me up short and I flailed around desperately. I was no larger then a kitten!

Mr. Tiny brought me back, wrapping the leash around his hand until I was sitting in both of his cupped palms. There was no trace of the bite mark on his finger.

I wrapped my tail which was longer then my entire body around myself and cowered, shaking miserably. The world was so big and I didn't like it one bit. Plus everything seemed ten times scarier including Mr. Tiny.

Mr. Tiny said rubbed my tiny head with his thumb. "I wasn't expecting you to be quite that small," he said amused. My backpack floated next to him, shrank and went into a side pocket on Harkats bag.

Harkat peered over Mr. Tinys shoulder still looking worried. "He looks terrified!" He said and his loud voice made me squawk loudly at him. "Can I take him?" He asked quieter.

"No. Even though he is so small he is still extremely strong. He could fly away with you if he really wanted," Mr. Tiny said and kept rubbing my head. He started walking again.

"He is so cute," Harkat said highly amused.

I glowered at him as only a baby dragon could but the rubbing on my feathers was making it hard to think. Mr. Tiny hit an itchy spot behind my ear and I rumbled quietly.

Mr. Tiny laughed and set me on his shoulder, carefully keeping the leash tied around his arm.

I was still frightened but now at least I could see what was going on and I tucked myself against his neck, shivering every so often. The car noises were getting closer and closer and I growled.

"I did not expect you to be quite this unbalanced," Mr. Tiny admitted to me without looking in my direction.

Harkat sighed. "I'm pretty sure I would be the same if that happened to me."

"True," Mr. Tiny hummed, sounding unapologetic. He stepped onto the road and a car whizzed by.

I went absolutely crazy and tried to bolt backwards away from the giant metal monsters that were flying at us at top speed. Of course I went absolutely nowhere but that didn't stop me from trying. I yanked so hard it hurt my midsection and Mr. Tiny grabbed me.

"Stop it. I am sure you know what cars are," he said sternly.

I bit him again.

"Stop it," Mr. Tiny said even more sternly.

I tilted my ears and chomped on his wrist.

Behind us Harkat was covering his mouth and his shoulders were shaking with laughter.

Mr. Tiny rolled his eyes. "Your bites are like a mosquito. The energy could be used better elsewhere." He narrowed his eyes. "So cease biting me."

I narrowed my eyes back and fluffed up my feathers before clamping down on his pinky.

"You know," Harkat said between snickers. "That arguing with a baby is pretty much useless so arguing with a baby dragon Shadow? Ten times more useless."

A semi truck barreled by and I dove forward, trying to hide in Mr. Tinys armpit and failing.

"Here," Mr. Tiny said and unzipped his backpack. He put me in a side pocket which I fit into perfectly. He zipped it up part way and I nestled into the soft fabric. The car noises were faded in here and I curled up, resting my tail over my nose.

I could hear Harkat messing with something and then his fingers poked into the zipper. I almost bit him too but he dropped a couple pieces of trail mix. I gobbled them up and stuck my nose out, begging for more. Harkat obliged and for the next little while he fed me trail mix. Only when my stomach was bulging did I turn my head away from his fingers.

Eventually the car noises went away and I poked my head out to see we were in a quiet train station surrounded by forest. The parking lot was off in the distance and the only people were an elderly couple a few benches to the left. Harkat found a long branch with pine needles on it and dragged the thing on the ground. My eyes widened and I watched it closely but I did not come out of my pocket to chase it. It was much safer in here and I was sleepy.

"Come on Shadow," Harkat coaxed. He twitched the branch and set it on the bench right in front of me.

I stuck one paw out and caught part of the branch in my claws. It darted back and forth but I chewed on the branch to keep it within my grasp. All of a sudden the entire branch turned into ice and then I did jump out of my pocket to get a better grip on it and I tried to pull it into the pocket with me but it wouldn't fit.

"I will not have icicles in my pocket," Mr. Tiny grumbled and took it away from me.

I squeaked sadly and curled back into my pocket all the way. This time sleep seemed much to nice and I quickly fell into it.