I'm back! I've been gone, for how long? A long time! Bah, shopping, shopping, and guess what? More shopping! I did enjoy it, but, I was shopping with my grandmother, and everyone knows how much they like wool sweaters, and turtle necks... :P Plus, I had to share most of the trip with my little cousins... ugh, not fun at all.
Special thanks to Assassin Author for wishing me a happy birthday! I did have a good time, thank you! :)
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"You're a scent seer?" Jinx tipped her head, she had heard of the Legendary Twitchtip, she had been a scent seer.
"Yes, I am, an advanced one, though my sister was much better than I,"
"Sister? Scent seer? Am I missing something?" Ayla cocked and eyebrow.
"Twitchtip was a rat, she could smell things very accurately, color, details, thoughts, secrets, that is what scent seers do, they smell. Silkfur here is her brother, a twin pair of seers, very rare, his sister managed to keep him hidden, until she was thrown into the Dead Lands," Ripred was bored with the conversation.
Ayla noticed Gregor seemed to look sad, she'd have to ask him about that later.
"Now, plan of action? I'm getting bored, and when I'm bored, I get tired, and when I get tired, I get hungry," the rat yawned.
"Right, we need to go to the Scorched Lands, joy," Gregor said, he looked like he was recalling a bad memory.
"That's north from here, I suggest, after we sleep and eat, we head out, this isn't the safest place to hide," Ripred looked pleased with his plan.
"You say that because you just want to stuff your face, you pig," Ayla teased.
"You're right! Hmm, let's feast over this discovery!" Ripred gnawed on the bone more.
"He is right though, the excitement of earlier was a bit much for me," Gregor yawned.
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Once again, they all sat around the fire, sleeping, or eating as Ripred was. Gregor and Luxa lay against the rock wall, their arms around each other. Zeva and Silkfur were curled up together as well.
Ayla's heart ached. She wanted to go home, escape was out of the question though, she was honor bound to help these people, and she would make it, or die trying.
Her eyes drooped, the swaying of the fire lulled her into a sleep.
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She was at home, on the couch.
"Oh, it was just a dream! Thank the Lord," she sighed, looking at her laptop screen, several documents were sprawled across the desktop.
Ayla moved the mouse over to one, clicking two or three times to open it.
She had been writing a story for the Warriors books.
Instead of her document being pulled up, a little black screen came into view, it was a recording of some sort.
A censured voice spoke.
"Greetings Trickster, I assume you enjoyed watching the Underland fall. Of course, we managed to capture all your friends and family, just for the soul purpose of torturing and killing them! I hope you enjoy this little montage!"
Her mother came onto the screen. Her arms and legs were tied by ropes, each rope was tied to a bat. The big ones.
A blow horn sounded, and the bats flew.
Ayla couldn't look away.
A ripping sound came from the laptop.
Ayla screamed.
Next she saw Zeva.
She was pinned down by chains. A knife flew through the air, severing her head from her body, she made an unearthly shriek.
"Hahaha! We will kill the rest of your friends later, it's your turn!" the severed head laughed, floating through the screen.
Ayla threw the laptop, and jumped up and away from the couch, the head following, laughing insanely. She sprang down the hallway, breaking the door open, fleeing outside. She jumped and an odd slow motion happened, causing her to leap farther, as she whizzed by the side of the house she grabbed a sturdy pine stick and smiled. She had a chance now, her dirk was no were to be seen...
She stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp piercing whistle.
Her dog Kathy sprang up from no were in particular, and wiggled her tail, which flattened when she saw the weird head thing.
She needed to call in the goats! Yes, they would help!
"Goat, goat, goat!" Ayla yelled, in a poof of pink dust, a small herd of goats appeared, armed to their teeth.
"Well... This is bizarre," Ayla thought. Of course it was! It was a dream! Duh.
"Hahaha! Fight me pathetic human! Hahaha!" the head giggled, still floating behind her, "Really, fight me, I'm getting bored floating here, I have a schedule, a lot of people to torment, not much time to do so!" it said impatiently.
Ayla twirled her pine stick, almost wanting to start dancing, and attacked.
Thwak! The head howled in pain, falling on the ground. The buff goats and her dog went forward, uttering odd war cries and such, and killed the head. Then they turned on her.
The lead goat, a black and white one, bleated out an attack order, and the group of goats surged forward.
Once again, Ayla fled, terrified of her imagination.
Then Spongebob was there, jogging next to her.
"Never be afraid of your, Imagination!" he said, waving his hand in an arch, forming a tiny rainbow.
"Spongebob," Ayla said dully.
"Yes?" Spongebob inched closer to her, his eyes three times larger than normal.
"Get out of my dream," she said, Spongebob visibly deflated.
"Fine, I will. Kill joy," he muttered, poofing out of her dream.
"Gah, I have a demented mind," she thought, picking up the pace.
Then the ground began to tremble, and crack, it all melted away into space, flat rock platforms floated about, on the middle one, two dragons, a purple one and a huge black one, battled it out.
"Really? Convexity? Not fair, you can't use video games against me!" she hissed unhappily.
"Ayyyla, bewaaaare!" a low voice called. She ignored it, just another random noise from the game she was trapped in.
She watched the dragons fight, she knew who the winner was, so it bored her. The rock she sat on melted away, she was falling.
Falling truly terrified her, she did a Panic Plunge at a theme park, and wet herself.
Down, down down, and guess what? Down!
Below, a dragon skeleton waited, jaws wide open. Snap! Snap!
"Aaaaaah!" Ayla screamed as she fell into the dragon's waiting maw.
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"Holy sun of a biscuit eater!" she gasped, jerking from sleep with a yelp.
Zeva, cocked her head from her spot.
"Just a dream, just a really, demented dream, I'm fine. Holy crap that was scary, almost as creepy as the hippie van dream," she shuddered.
"You know what? When we get home, you need to get yourself checked, you've been talking and cursing in your sleep again," she said, curling her tail around Silkfur's.
Ayla pursed her lips, and curled back up on the ground, might as well keep dreaming.
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"Now, where were we?" she asked the dragon skeleton.
Ayla picked up a tiny teacup, "Cheers?" the skeleton obliged, clinking it's own cup against Ayla's.
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Yep, another filler. Bwahahaha! Just a product of my sick demented mind, I mean come on, what kind of fic would this be without a bad dream? I might be writing a little Gluxa fluff one-shot soon, I need a creative break from this story, and maybe I'll get more reviews! I am most definitely on my regular schedule now, so worry you not, my readers, I'll be updating lots again. :)