Oooh! Info on Olyxian/Whoever Olyxian is! Exiting!
They'd begun calling him the Mystery Man.
They still thought Olyxian Diverend was dead.
That would change tonight.
Olyxian and Dikirie stood at the edge of the clearing and spied on the camps of their enemies. They'd been there for a few hours, keeping watch until their reinforcements got there. Assuming their reinforcements came. Olyxian would never have admitted it, but Tisereth had been right. They were starting to doubt him.
Dikire he trusted. He didn't think she would betray him. She hated the people on top with just as much passion as Olyxian did. She would be a good leader if something happened to Olyxian. Tisereth had been right in that respect too.
Then he saw her. She was taller than she had been last he'd seen her. Or perhaps it was just the way she stood.
She thought he was dead, but still she fought against him. She thought he'd died out in the cold, but she'd come out anyway, to fight the Mystery man.
"Dikire?" He said quietly.
"Yes?" She replied, her silver eyes darting towards him for a second.
"You see the girl out there, the one with the green scales?"
"Yes. Why?"
"We need to kill her first."
"Why?"
"She's my sister."
"Why would you want to kill her?"
It took a moment for him to answer. Should he tell her thw truth?
"She's out there, isn't she?"
He decided against it.
"Good point."
Then he looked back into those silver eyes and realized that maybe he should tell her. It was imporrant after all. She might not ever trust him again if he didn't. So he took a deep breath, and began to tell her the truth.
"Remember when I said we just needed a few more weeks, then we'd have power greater than anyone in this Hallia world could ever imagine?"
"Yes."
"That power is me. Tomorow."
"But by then the world will be on fire."
"How are we going to light that bomb?"
"Fire...right? How else would we light it?"
"Fire, yes, but that fire deserves to be something special, don't you think?"
"Special fire? You're talking nonsense."
"Tomorow, Dikire, I-,"
"Sir?"
The reinforcements had arrived.
"I'll tell you tomorow."
-LINE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU TRYING TO TAKE AN UNREGULATED BREAK? NO? ALRIGHT. FINE. I WON'T FIRE YOU. BUT I AM LOWERING YOUR PAY FROM ZERO DOLLARS AN HOUR TO NEGATIVE TWELVE DOLLARS AN HOUR. YOU'LL BE PAID IN NEGATIVE TWELVE DOLLAR BILLS.
"Axolotl and Takinos, Shooting Star, I hate everything."
Mabel seriously doubted this, but nodded anyway. Dragging Bill out of bed for their pickle sunshine picnic the day before had not helped his condition. It hadn't helped anyone's sleep, because Bill had thrown up in the middle of the night. What made this worse was that he hadn't been able to get out of his room, so...I think that's enough said.
Mabel, being the kind and caring person that she was, had...been too tired to stay up the rest of the night helping Bill. No, that great honor went to Dipper Pines, who had managed to get Bill asleep again...for about fifteen minutes before he threw up again.
What made it even worse was that it had rained that night, then the hot summer day had come along and...OH THE HUMIDITY! It was awful! The entire day was just awful!
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, Alexander and the!