After Wendy and Romeo ran off Carla zoomed after them to make sure they wouldn't get in any trouble.
"Child you must slow down!" Carla shouts after Wendy. "You could get hurt running so fast like that." Carla finally reaches the jetties. At first she didn't see the two preteen wizards. Then she noticed Wendy's blue hair just on the other side of a rock. She flies over to meet her young dragon slayer. "My gosh Child. When did you get so fast." Carla sits on top of the rock and looks down admiringly at her young mage.
"Oh hi Carla I didn't know you followed us." The young girl looked up at her exceed. She wasn't even out of breath, Carla realized. The young fire mage, Romeo, on the other hand was lying on the ground trying and failing to catch his breath.
"You nearly killed the boy!" Carla exclaimed.
"What?" Wendy looked down and saw the state Romeo was in. "Oh I'm sorry." She knelt down and used her healing spell on him. "I didn't realize you were hurt during that race." Wendy smiled.
"I wasn't hurt!" Romeo sat upright suddenly feeling better now that his ego was in danger. "I just didn't know you were that fast." Romeo folds his arms and looks down at the sand.
"Well she is a dragon slayer. What did you except from one of the most powerful types of magics?" Carla moves done from her rock and stands in front of the two preteens. "And you!" She points at Wendy. "You know better than to run off like that without a shaperone! What if you ran into some like that nasty Butt Jiggle Gang? What would you do then?"
"I can take care of myself Carla." Wendy turns away from her.
Carla sighs. "That you can Child. I'm just saying, some help from someone is better than fighting by yourself."
Wendy smiles and throws her arms around her exceed. "Thank you Carla!" She tells and squeezes her.
"Oh Child." Carla laughs. At that moment the skies went black. Carla and Wendy looked up. They heard a wind storm starting up.
"Um Wendy," Romeo said. The cat and the mage turned to look at their male companion. Standing behind him with a syth to his throat was a Wizard. This wizard bore the sign of the dark guild Fearless White Tigers.
"Up!" He demanded. The two fairy tale wizards stood up. "Move!" The man flicked his chin in the direction of the cliff side down the shore. They obeyed and walk accordingly, never really understand what this dark guild wanted or why it involved them.