I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
~Fortune Cookie

We must have looked just a bit odd to the two Guardians (I assumed they were, judging by the differences in armor between a knight or these guys) on guard duty for these gates, running for the walls through the sparse trees with two perfectly good horses jogging after us. If I were in their place, I know I would probably ask why they weren't riding if they had two fresh horses in their possession. Nonetheless, they observed us with amused smiles, waving us through. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Rolith give the Guardians a sort of two-fingered wave, so I guessed they were familiar with each other. It would make sense, anyway.

As soon as we were through the gates, I slowed to a walk and started peering up and around at everything. In a way, it reminded me of… well, a big version of the small village that I had grown up in, just… less superstitious. And bigger. A lot bigger. Along the main road (it had changed from a path into… a street, I guess) on the left, I saw two small buildings next to each other, with a well sitting between them. On both there were identical signs, except for the words; one said 'Mana,' and the other said 'Health.'

"Potions?" I guessed, turning my head to Rolith, who had come up on my right. He nodded an affirmation.

"They've been planning to set up a Mana shop for years," he confided, "But they've never done it. It's more for show than anything else—Reens runs the Health shop, and she takes care of both ends of it."

"Gotcha."

"We came in the West gate," the Captain explained to me, jerking his free thumb back the way we had come. I nodded to him, appreciating the tour-guide attitude. I had never been here before, after all, and I wanted to know everything I could. Pointing ahead on the main road, he continued, "The town square—if you could call it that—is up ahead. It's where the inn and the weapons shop is, and there are three other ways to go. We're going straight."

"Okay," I acknowledged, grinning. I loved learning. As we reached the crossroads, I witnessed a kid who couldn't have been older than 16 kneeling, talking to some red… creature. "Um… Rolith…" I pointed mutely at the knee-high red animal with batlike ears and a stick with a leaf on the end.

"Morning Ash, Twilly!" he called over upon seeing them, while I stared in confusion at the small dark red individual that was barely a foot and a half tall. I know it's not supposed to be polite to stare, but I couldn't help myself. I'd never seen anything like it. Both looked over, and hurried over to us, starting to smile. The teenager had short, ruffled brown hair and warm, matching eyes. He had a sword that looked too big for him tucked into his belt, and I couldn't help a smile. The little red animal almost bounced over, and I jerked my chin back in puzzlement.

"Excuse me," I said politely, keeping my mare's reins in my left hand as I kneeled down to be at its eye level, "What kind of creature are you? I can't say I've ever seen anything like you before," I added, tilting my head.

"It's fine!" it all but chirped, waving its tiny staff around. "I'm Twilly!"

"Twilly's a moglin," the teenager chipped in.

"Oh!" I realized. I'd heard of them in stories here or there back home, but (up until now) I had never seen one. I curiously shook the little creature's paw, then stood back up with a questioning look at the boy. "You're not something other than human, are you?"

"No," he laughed.

"You do get a lot of them around here, though," Rolith chuckled.

"I'm Ash," the kid introduced.

"Calliope," I announced to both, shaking the boy's gloved hand.

"Twilly's a moglin that specializes in healing, and Ash is training to become a knight," Rolith told me and the aforementioned two nodded, confirming his comments. "I'm taking her to meet Artix and Magiya," Rolith told them, a gleam in his eye. It made me slightly uncomfortable when Ash snickered, and Twilly joined in with his own odd giggles.

"Not sure that's a good thing," I muttered to Rolith, raising my eyebrows. "Are you sure there isn't anything I still need to know about those two?"

"Nothing you won't find out by talking to them," he said with a perfect poker face. After bidding Ash and Twilly goodbye, Rolith gave a small jerk of his head towards the direction we had originally been heading, and I jogged after him.

"Serenity's inn," he said, pointing over his shoulder at a large, two-story building we had passed a moment ago, "And Lim's weapon shop. …You'll probably want to stay out of there." The names flew in one ear and out the other, but I caught his last instruction.

"Why?" I asked unavoidably. Rolith sighed, and I grinned unrepentantly.

"Lim's a scientist. Not only is it dangerous to be anywhere near it, but he can be very… uh…"

"Creative?" I stressed. Rolith nodded emphatically.

"That's good. Let's go with that." I laughed, and peered back at a branch off the main road we had passed that went between the inn (if I was remembering correctly) and the building we were now going by—the scientist's shop? "Where does that lead?" The Guardian Tower stretched up above it on a tall and treacherous hill, and I wondered how all of the materials to build it had gotten carted up there.

"To the docks and to the tower," Rolith replied, weaving around a pair of farmers with their hands full. "It's a hike to get up to the tower, though."

"Doesn't look too bad."

"Not until you're actually there," he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. I shrugged, looking ahead on the road. We passed a few more buildings, one of which was a stone arch with doors that led to nowhere. I got goosebumps just passing it, and gave it a wide berth. Rolith noticed and smiled. "Smart. That's Cysero's shop… it explodes. Frequently."

"I think I might like to meet him," I pondered. "Calliope like big boom. Big boom."

"I'll keep that in mind… and tell him not to give you any nitroglycerin sponges."

"Any what?"

"Never mind," Rolith muttered, ruefully rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you that."

"Rolith!"

His head snapped up, and a wide grin spread across his features. It made his eyes light up in the most mesmerizing way, and I had to remind myself that there was someone who caused that reaction in him. Looking over towards a building with a pawprint sign above the door, I saw two people waving—one much more energetically. If he hadn't been in full armor, I would have guessed he wasn't an adult yet. The other was a slimmer dot of dark purple right beside the armored guy.

Judging by the way I abruptly had to start running to keep up with Rolith as he made a beeline for these two people, these were Artix and Magiya. I reached the same place to see Rolith embracing the other man, slamming him mercilessly on the back before pulling away. And just for a heartbeat, it struck me how unusually well all of the elements of this particular view worked together, and I filed away the memory of seeing two guys, a girl, and a giant bay stallion underneath the awning of a pet shop, smiling. The sky was blue, the walls were pale (providing contrast needed for the armor and robe), and the shapes all worked. Then the man glanced from Rolith to me, and I was abruptly jerked off my feet and back to reality. It took a moment to see past the messy brown hair, though.

"Calliope," Rolith said cheerfully, "This is Artix von Krieger. He's a Paladin."

"That explains the armor," I remarked, shaking his hand. From his shake, he was trying not to crush my hand. Personally, I didn't much care. I tried to squish his. With the armored gloves, it didn't work well, but he apparently felt it, because he grinned widely. His eyes—copper-colored, with just a faint underlying shade of chocolate—gleamed, and he reminded me of a jester or a trickster that had stopped through my home town every year. I snickered, blowing my bangs out of my eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Callie," he said with a wide grin (I let the nickname slide), then half-turned his face towards the woman who stood… well, a little out of the circle. From her expression, I didn't think she was the kind of woman who laughed much. She looked a little too serious. Magiya, did Rolith say her name was?

"And this is Magiya," Rolith announced with a smile. As I shook her hand (somewhat gingerly—she didn't seem very strong, and I feared I would crush her), she offered a small smile that looked a little hesitant, or wary, or something. It made me want to just hide her away from the world. She had dark coffee-grounds-brown hair that had an uneven cut across her eyes, and it tumbled in waves over her shoulders. She also carried a giant wooden stick that I assumed was her staff. But behind her hair, dark blue eyes glinted calculatingly—too much for me to be entirely at ease.

"Hi," I said warmly, smiling normally. Magiya nodded once slightly as she shook my hand, then let her own drop.

"She got mad at me on the way over here," Artix explained cheerfully to both Rolith and me. "She'll be a little quiet for an hour or so. But she's cute when she's mad," he added with a good-natured shrug. His smile never diminished.

Magiya, however, didn't even twitch, but for a venomous glare sent the Paladin's way. She doesn't seem very outgoing, I thought, until the next words out of her mouth stopped that thought dead in its tracks.

"Yeah, well, I'm about to get real fucking adorable," she spat, her upper lip curling a bit.

I jerked my head back as I covered my mouth with my free hand (my other being occupied by my mare's reins), trying not to bust out laughing. But despite my best efforts, a small giggle escaped. Glancing over, I saw Rolith had his poker face on again, and I realized belatedly that this was his way of not laughing. It was too perfect.

This is what he meant, I thought as I managed to get a straight face. Magiya looked absolutely livid, and Artix looked amused. This is normal for them. I like them already.

"If it helps, you look pretty today," Artix complimented with a charming (and slightly crooked) grin, cupping her face with one hand. Magiya promptly batted it away, but it didn't have any effect. Nonetheless, he dropped it, getting the point.

"Oh, so was I ugly yesterday?"

"Not at all. You're gorgeous every day," he replied, ignoring her earlier action and wrapping his arms around her waist. At this point, Magiya practically turned into a Tasmanian devil, almost screeching and pushing with all she had on his chest to get him off. It wasn't much—she had about as much power behind her pushes as a bag of cotton.

"What the—Get away from me! I'm still mad at you, you handsome bastard!"

"Oh, so I'm handsome?"

"What—no! Go away!"

By this point, I was positively gasping for breath, leaning against Rolith for support. Even my best attempts at not laughing had failed miserably, and Rolith was in a similar state, trying to maintain what dignity he had left as he laughed helplessly.

"They fight like cats and dogs," he confided unnecessarily, grinning widely at me. I smiled back in delight, and my heart (already racing from giggling so much) sped up even more. I nodded in agreement, slightly stunned, before turning my head back to Artix and Magiya's argument. They had progressed to where she was blaming him for whatever it was that had happened earlier, it seemed.

"I wasn't mad. Then you asked me seven times if I was mad. Well, now I'm mad!"

"I can see that, but… babe, you were actually counting?"

"Hell yes I was!" she hissed, furious. Artix still had his arms locked around her, but she had given up trying to push him away, and was up in his face by this point. "Every single fucking time you—"

The broad-shouldered Paladin effectively cut her off with a kiss mid-sentence, and I quietly clapped my hand over my mouth, trying my hardest not to make a sound. I nudged Rolith with my elbow and raised my eyebrows, and he nodded, grinning.

"You should have seen how long it took to get them together," he muttered in my ear, and I had to choke another giggle down. "They've been through a lot."

Artix finally pulled his head back, letting the slim Mage in his arms breathe. By the looks of it, he had been forceful enough that she was tilted back just enough that she needed his arms to stay upright. Magiya glared indignantly at him, then finally huffed, patting her palm against his breastplate.

"Let me up, fucknut."

"Colorful," he approved, gracefully straightening with her. I noticed that, for all she was flushed and angry, she didn't try to break his grip again. I raised my eyebrows, grinning.

"I see what Rolith meant when he said you two were different," I chirped, running my fingers through my bangs to push them back from my face—again.

"Well, that's one way to put it," Artix responded shamelessly, maneuvering so he had his left arm wrapped securely around Magiya's hips. Almost inadvertently, she nudged her shoulder under his arms, gazing at us curiously. Well, she seems to be in a better mood. Her dark blue eyes flicked down my body from head to toe, and I got the feeling that I was being analyzed. When her line of sight finally rose to meet mine, she tilted her head.

"You're a painter," she said calmly, as though she were commenting on the color of the sky today. I blinked. I had bathed this morning, so there couldn't have been any paint in my hair or on my hands… how did she know that?

"How do you know?" I questioned, parroting my thoughts. I wasn't unnerved, exactly, but she was… observant. It was unusual.

"The calluses on your hands," she indicated my right hand, "You're a scribe, a writer, or a painter. Scribes would have a stronger less dominant arm, from holding a tablet or clipboard, and a writer would have stronger wrist muscles. You have thin wrists, but calluses on your hands aside from the ones you get from wielding a sword. Conclusion, painter."

I said nothing for a minute, staring at her. Rolith eyed me, apparently curious to see how I would react. Artix looked calm, but I couldn't see his expression well. Mirroring Magiya, I tilted my head the same way as she straightened hers.

"That…" I said slowly, blinking, "Was the most amazing thing I've ever seen." Immediately, a shy, surprised smile flitted across her lips, and I responded with a shadowless grin. "I like you!" I declared, nodding decisively as I beamed. "Come, let's leave the menfolk to their talk of boring things!" I said theatrically, holding out my hand. Her smile fading slightly to be replaced with curiosity, she shed Artix's arm to follow me. I draped my mare's reins over Rolith's shoulder, called for him to keep an eye on her, and skipped alongside Magiya as she walked down the main street.

"Take care of her, Callie!" I heard Artix call from where we had left the guys and the horses.

"Name's not Callie!" I called right back.

"Don't need taken care of!" Magiya hurled a last parting shot over her shoulder at her beau, and I couldn't help the smirk. I heard Rolith chuckling—a deep sound that should have been felt, not heard—and mentally considered the new nickname. Meh, it could be worse.

When we got out of earshot of the guys, I returned to a normal walk, and turned to the Mage.

"That was really, really cool!" I exclaimed, grinning. She regarded me as she might a new creature—not quite sure what to expect, but reasonably open. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

Magiya was apparently content to let me chatter as we walked, but she seemed just a little bit fascinated. By the Eastern gates (or so she told me), we sat down and just talked. This conversation was less one-sided (if only a little), and I was thrilled that she was participating. The conversation flew from one topic to another to yet another, and anything was possible.

"Wait, so you use sarcasm daily?"

"No," she scoffed, eyes half-lidded. I caught it a little late.

"… Not fair. That's not nice!"

"I wasn't born to be nice!" she muttered playfully. For all that she seemed friendly now, I couldn't help but think I was getting a sort of guarded vibe from Magiya. I was usually completely clueless about this kind of thing, so for me to be able to feel it… had she been through a lot…? Apparently. I wasn't going to push anything—after all, insisting wouldn't help anything. "I'm sarcastic and have a smart-ass attitude," she continued calmly, as if she were explaining how trees grew. "It's a natural defense against drama, bullshit, and stupidity…"

No sooner were these words out of her mouth than I realized what a dry, cynical, and absolutely brilliant sense of humor Magiya had. I started grinning widely, nodding. "You're careful, aren't you?" I asked, resting my cheek on my hand. I was glad I had chosen to go without my armor today—it was more comfortable without it. But the question I asked was a serious one, lacking of any of my usual playfulness or cheery attitude.

In response, Magiya hesitated, then nodded once. "That's one word for it," she finally murmured, brushing her long, face-framing brown hair out of her face and behind her ear. It was a simple gesture, but it was similar enough that I smiled. However, her dark blue eyes seemed more careful than before, more… watchful, I guess would be the word for it. Time for a change of subject.

"How did you meet Artix?" I asked her curiously, my eyes gleaming. Magiya tucked her chin towards her neck as she looked down, fiddling with her nails. She took a long time to answer, and I can't say that I waited patiently—I just wasn't a patient person, for the most part. Several times, she opened her mouth as if she were going to speak, then took her words back at the last moment.

"When I first met Artix," she started quietly, so low I almost had to strain to hear her, "I… I hated him. He was a cheerful, womanizing asshole… he was everything I stayed away from. But he saved me, and that was the first time I ever saw him."

"Go on," I encouraged when she faltered. If I didn't know better—and I really didn't—I would almost say she looked… guilty. It was odd for me, being able to identify so many things just from someone's expression. But from what I could tell, Magiya didn't talk about how she felt overly much, and left most of the talking to her expression and body language. She was everything but an open book, and it would take time to decipher her expressions.

"I got stunned in the Hydra Caves," Magiya admitted. "And… he saved me. After that, I started acting like a rude, ungrateful bitch—which I am—and did all I could to stay away from him and not like him. As you can see, it didn't work out that way," she added dryly, "But … things had to get worse before they could get better, I guess." I nodded thoughtfully.

"Makes sense," I commented, before making a little hand gesture to get her to continue.

"I…" Here, she stopped, and bit her lip—hard. Her eyes flicked around, and I started getting a trapped air from her. So I backed off.

"Sorry," I apologized, offering a small smile. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's… fine," she said haltingly. "It's just… a long story." I smiled again. I knew that excuse.

"Stick to that story!" I advised cheerfully. "But remember… sometimes the memories are worth the pain."

"Some definitely are," she agreed, a little more at ease. "It's just hard figuring out which ones those are. Like mine with Rolith and Artix. Those are worthwhile ones. And that reminds me—how did you meet Rolith?" For almost no reason at all, I felt a blush trying to force its way into my face, and I looked up at the sky as if I were thinking to try and cover it up.

"Well… do you consider 'meet' to be officially introduced, or 'meet' as in first saw each other?"

"The second."

"Well… I may or may not have passed out after killing a Gorillaphant," I said, looking down in shame. "He's the one who brought me back to the Keep."

"So… you got knocked out by the thing, and what? He carried you back? Did you even see him?"

"Eh… not exactly," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I froze when I realized that it was the same gesture the Captain used. Oh, duster. "I… um…"

"Spit it out," Magiya said impatiently. I bit my lip.

"I… pretty much faint when I see my own blood," I said in one breath, burying my face in my hands. But somehow, that didn't stop my mouth from moving on its own. "I know it's completely impractical to be a Warrior when you see your own blood, and that you might as well just sit at home and do household chores or something, but my dad and mum both told me to go after what I wanted, no matter what was trying to stop you, so I wanted to be a Warrior, a great lady Warrior, a hero, and then it turns out that I pass out when I see my own blood, so how does that even work? It's like being allergic to water, or a brush that falls apart when it touches paint—"

"But you're a Warrior now," Magiya interrupted. I opened my mouth to say something else, but got cut off again. "You're a Warrior now. Not then. Now."

I closed my mouth after a second, my brows lowering as I puzzled over her words. A Warrior now. Now, as opposed to… what? Past? Wait…

"You're a Warrior now, because you didn't let that keep you down," Magiya told me matter-of-factly. I tilted my head.

"I never thought of it that way."

"I didn't think you had."

"… Not nice."

"I'm well aware."

"Then what are you scared of?" I demanded, throwing my hands up. I couldn't help the mischievous smile that automatically spread across my lips, though. Throwing a quick glance towards the street, as if she was worried someone might overhear, she leaned in a little bit.

"Horses," she shivered, and I noticed how the dark blue shades of her eyes seemed to shift over into a faintly lighter color. This lighter blue was a bit more of an icier tone, and if I was being honest, scared me a little bit. Then her words sunk in.

"Horses?" I repeated, blinking several times.

"Horses."

"But… horses?"

"Yes, horses!" she snipped, sounding faintly annoyed. I shouldered it off.

"But… they're amazing animals. How are you scared of them?" I asked in complete confusion. I had never met anyone who was afraid of horses. It just didn't exist, in my own little world.

"They're animals that weigh more than 2000 pounds and could split someone's skull with one kick," she said flatly, leaving me dumbfounded. "Bites can take chunks out of your arms. If they even turn suddenly, you fall off."

"Look," I told her softly, jerking out of my surprise and pulling her closer, "Do one thing for me. Just one." She looked doubtful and irritated, but before she could pull away, I lowered my voice even more. "Let a horse whisper in your ear and breathe on your heart. You will never be the same."

Magiya's eyes flickered between hesitation, confusion, and stubbornness. Hoping she would at least think about it, I released her and leaned against the wall, gazing up at the cloud-dotted sky. "How long have you actually known Rolith?" I asked curiously, changing the subject gracelessly.

"About… three—no, four years," she corrected herself, still frowning a bit. I got the impression that she scowled a lot. "He's always at the Keep. Even when he was offered a chance to be based in Falconreach, he turned it down. I guess Oaklore Keep must be worth staying at."

"I would definitely say my entire experience at the Keep was worth it," I mused. "It's an amazing place, even though it looks small. And when the light reflects off the stone, it's absolutely gorgeous. Even the whole thing with the bandits was worth it." At a questioning glance from Magiya, I elaborated. "Rolith and I got knight-snatched the other day. Bandits came and pretty much knocked us off our horses, bundled us away to their camp, and were stupid enough to leave us without a guard. We got away," I told her cheerfully and unnecessarily.

I swear, I almost saw the blood vanish from her face. Her skin tones lightened significantly, and I thought briefly about the changes in shade. Then she scowled. The change was so instantaneous that I blinked, pulling my head back a bit as she stood. Her face looked like a thunderstorm, complete with little bits of lightning crackling around her arms—

Wait, what?

I looked with alarm as she jerked her chin in an obvious gesture of 'follow me,' and saw small sparks flying off of her sleeves. Then I noticed that the sleeves led to a Mage's robe, and my surprise at the appearance of the magic was quickly put to rest. That didn't mean I wasn't careful not to touch her as I trailed after her, back to where the men talked—while holding the horses, in Rolith's case. Both huge mammals flicked their ears and eyed Magiya warily as she stalked up to Rolith, his breastplate making a hollow ringing sound as her finger impacted with it. Rolith yelped, one of the sparks hitting his armor and racing through all of the metal and him in a heartbeat. I raised both eyebrows.

"You jackass!" she snarled, sounding like she might grow fangs at any moment. "You go and get yourself kidnapped, and you don't even bother telling me about it! You could have been dead for all we knew!"

A slightly nervous whicker from one of the horses was apparently enough to ground her, and the Mage cast a fearful glance towards the horses (and a deadly one towards the Captain) before backing towards Artix.

"Dipshit," she spat, crossing her arms. Artix ran a gloved hand up and down her outside arm almost absently as he lifted one eyebrow at Rolith and me.

"What's this I hear about Warrior-napping..?"

"To start with, we all seem to have a different word for it," I offered, taking the reins to my mare back from Rolith and proceeding to loosen her girth.

Artix chuckled lightly—I noticed randomly that even though it was deep, it was still a little higher than the Captain's—then ran his free hand through his hair, the other still around Magiya. I wondered if it was as much for her comfort as it was to keep her from strangling Rolith. Not that she could, I mean. She didn't have much strength in that petite frame.

"We got ambushed," Rolith explained to Artix with a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck. Magiya rolled her eyes. I grinned as I pushed my bangs back, running a hand down my mare's neck, placing her between me and the others.

"You still need a name," I whispered in her ear, and she snorted. Sometimes I wondered if some animals could understand us better than we could. Well, it would explain a lot of things.

"And I helped get us out," I finished for Rolith, since he had fallen short, evidently trying to figure out how to continue. "We found our horses, and boom, headed for home!"

"Their security's gotten pretty lax," Artix noticed. Rolith nodded.

"Even for them, it has," he agreed. "It was a little surprising."

"So were you when you had to reach under my skirt," I muttered, not bothering to look around my mare's neck. There was a moment of dead silence, and when I dared to peek over the dappled gray back, I found three pairs of eyes staring—one with humor, one with incredulity, and the last with exasperation.

"You conveniently left out that little jewel," Artix challenged. I recognized the same tone that I usually carried—trying not to laugh at the expense of others. It was surprisingly difficult. I snickered, trying (unsuccessfully) to hide the sound in the mare's broad, muscled shoulder. Trying not to start giggling like a maniac, I stood on my toes to look over the coarse gray mane, continuing.

"I had a dagger under the skirt of my armor… I couldn't reach it," I sniggered. "Complete truth, and nothing to be ashamed of," I told Rolith cheekily. His shocked, exasperated hazel glance turned my way, and I ducked behind the thick gray neck as a small giggle escaped my lips. I could hear Artix laughing too, and even an amused chuckle that sounded like Magiya. When I next heard his voice, it was too easy to imagine him looking skywards, as if for help.

"Why am I a magnet for people like these?" he asked the clouds helplessly.

"Bite me," Magiya hissed in his direction.

Another long chapter! :D Looks like the twice-a-month thing is working out well for this story! (Unlike another thing I just so happen to suffer through…) Long chapters are always good! And frankly, I can think of more than one person in RL who would worship me if I could put these chapters up faster and at the same length. xD

But anyway. Reviews!

Ellexinda: Bah, I had finals too. They really suck. :P I've heard about (and come across) those all-gender bathing rooms, but not organized like that and I've never had the displeasure of going through the experience. ^^ I just don't do well with that kind of stuff.
I'm really glad you're enjoying the fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy it for months to come. :) I agree with you 100% on the minor characters being given a role. It's really heartwarming to see.

MusicalPoetess: I'm already learning German. Get your butt in gear! (And the rhyme wasn't THAT god-awful...)

I know it seems like the chapter ended just a little abruptly, but I swear, it was the perfect stopping place. :) Where we pick up next time, it fits just right. Not too far forward, not too far back, and it's perfect.

And I hope to god I'm not turning into Goldilocks.

I read something extremely funny the other day when scrolling through my deviantart! It made me laugh for… oh, a good four minutes, I think:

"Most yaoi fics are what I like to call Old Yeller fics. They start out with a good idea, but after a while it just all goes to hell, and then it's time to take it out to the back yard and shoot it in the head. Tragic, but necessary."

If you want to know what it's from, go ahead and search that phrase into your favorite search engine! :) Be warned—there's a bit of language. xD But it wouldn't be right without it, that much is true!

Until next time, my freaky darlings!

Juliet