Hey Guys here is the next chapter.
T: It is so quiet without Fang Taco and Pickles
K: I know kinda depressing
T: Here is the story
Dylan's POV
I woke up and found myself in a strange place. It took me a moment to remember where I was, then I thought of last night...Mace. Speaking of Mace, where was he? I got up quickly, startled, and looked around frantically. "Mace?" I called softly. "Yer gonna have ta be a little louder than that boy, if yous wants me to hears you!" Mace called, coming around the corner with an armload of sticks. I looked at him questioningly, but then saw the fire. I was out of bed in a flash. The flames started out small, but grew big enough to radiate enough heat for the two of us.
"Yous neva told me yer name, boy," Mace commented. He passed me a slice of bread, which we were toasting on the fire with some meatl sticks. "Dylan," I said, nodding a little. "Its such a dumb name..." Mace burst out ihn laughter, leaning back in his chair, only to come forward and almost fall over. His laugh was loud, soulful. "Boy, no name is dumb. That's just like calling yerself dumb!" he said, still laughing. I shook my head, "Yeah, maybe I am dumb." Mace now shook his head. "A name is what identifies yous. It contains all of yous, but not in a limiting kind of way. It lets you be free, but keeping you grounded. At the moment somebodies speaks it, they are reminded of yous. And all the everything you done for 'em, and what thems do for you," he said, and poked my chest on the last word. "It has a lot of importance. So don't you let me hears you say a name is dumb ever ever again, boy," Mace finished by leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes. I nodded, but didn't really understand. I wasn't one for lectures.
Mace showed me around the garage. It turns out his family used to own and run it, repairing other people's cars and stuff. The whole time, Mace was throwing a little fancy-handled pocket knife in the air, twirling it, spinning it in his hands, but always catching the handle. It never dropped. I asked him about it, and he just chuckled and told me practice makes perfect. I then thought that this would be a good time to take a fly, but remembered I really couldn't with Mace around. If only he would just nap.
Fang's POV
My face hurt pretty badly, but I didn't tell anyone. No way was I going to let them think Dylan had "defeated" me. A few days later, my face still in some pain, we took off for a new detination. Max took the lead from me and we exchanged smiles before a flew to the back. She quickly squeezed my hand, which twinged, but I didn't mind.
"Land ho!" Iggy called. "No way," Gazzy replied, looking down. "This is all water. There is no land in sight." But Iggy just shook his head. "Take a deep breath, little man. Smell that? Its called...earth." Iggy breathed in and let out a sigh. Gazzy playfully ran/flew into him and they were both soonlaughing and bumping each other.
We flew over some desolate looking city. night was coming, but Max refused to land. "To...creepy," she said. "It has Erasers written all over it." We ended up flying for about an hour more, keeping west, and landed in a small forest. I wasn't hurting as much anymore, mostly because I was worn out and pretty darn hungry. Nudge and Max went to find food, and all of us but Gazzy slept while they were gone. "They're baaa-aack!" he cried, jumping up and down, pointing. We didn't need a wake up call. The smell of cooked meat and bread lured us out of the tree we were in. "Where did you get this?" Angel asked, stuffing her face like the rest of us. I looked at Max and she winked at me. "Let's just say a restaurant owner was persuaded not to waste perfectly good food." I shook my head and smiled. Max, oh Max, I thought, Why are you so perfect?