Six: Off to Save Time and Space! (AKA, Barbecue and Grill, Same Thing.)
Daranza and Falspar hid in a bush overlooking a small cottage.
"Are you sure that this is proper? I don't want to be causing any trouble."
The Ponyan looked at the arachnid, his eyes twinkling as the smirk on his face grew.
"It's your dream, remember? Everything you do is supposed to happen, whether you realized it or not!"
Daranza sighed and looked back at the house. "I'm just not sure that I should be taking part in such frivolous events, in real life or in my dreams."
Falspar chuckled and gently punched the spider on the shoulder, handing him a burlap sack.
"Lighten up! It'll be fine!"
Daranza gripped the bag tightly. "Ok. I'm ready."
He floated towards the window and hopped through it. Falspar chuckled to himself.
He knew exactly who lived in that house, and he knew that she wouldn't be happy to have her henchmen kidnapped.
You see, he had told Daranza that the first step to defeat Sectonia was to plant the three little onions that were sleeping in this house. Of course, that was a big lie, but what the spider didn't know wouldn't kill him, would it?
Actually, it probably would.
...
Grill suddenly heard a bang coming from Salt, Sugar and Pepper's room, followed by a groan of pain.
The onion witch quickly dropped the book she had been reading and ran to their room. There was a figure standing at the window, rubbing his head and holding a sack with things moving inside it over his shoulder.
Of course, that figure was Daranza. He had bumped his head on the window sill while trying to escape.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing?!" Grill cried angrily.
The spider looked back at her for a second, before making a gesture with two of his hands (he had six) and teleporting away.
Grill tried to follow, jumping out the window and running after the ball that was running away from the scene, which was, of course, Falspar.
In an attempt to distract the onion, Falspar undid his cape, letting it fly off into the girl's face.
The distraction worked. By the time Grill had pulled the cape off of herself, the two we nowhere to be seen.
Grill would've probably gone to ask Drawcia Sorceress for help by then, but something made her stop.
Blood.
There was a puddle of blood sinking into the grass. It was still fresh.
Grill felt her face go white. What if her minions had been hurt? She had to find them.
It wasn't long before she did.
"Big G! Help!
Grill was, needless to say, very surprised to see her three little onions half buried into the ground.
"Whatever happened to you?!" she asked.
"I don't know!" answered one, Salt. "We were just sleeping when all of a sudden a spider kidnapped us and ran off with us! Then he buried us, claiming that the was trying to save time and space from an evil queen!"
Grill, having unburied the three, grabbed them and started walking.
"We can't go home." She told them. "I...I saw a puddle of blood on my way here. To be safe, we will have to go to the nearest house. Actually, it's not really a house, more like..."
"A starship?" asked Sugar.
"More like a Starcutter." Grill answered as they came to a halt near the aforementioned ship.
Grill knocked on the door loudly. The response she received was not exactly what she was expecting.
"Great Ancients!"
"We're under attack!"
"Shush! Hide!"
Grill let herself inside. When she got to the bedroom, she found somewhat of a surprise.
Two lumps were under Magolor's blue, gear decorated blanket. Magolor usually stayed by himself, so him having a visitor was very surprising for Grill.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Grill decided to fling the covers off of the bed.
"Aah!"
Marx and Magolor were hugging each other tightly, their eyes shut tight.
"D-d-don't hurt us!"
Grill laughed.
"What make you think I'm going to hurt you, you two star crossed lovers?"
Marx cracked open an eye.
"G-Grill?"
Magolor opened his eyes and lifted his head.
"Grill, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you guys the same question. Did I interrupt something special?"
"What exactly are you implying, Grill?"
Grill chuckled.
"There's a rumor going around about you guys being lovers."
Marx, who had his head resting on Magolor's shoulder, poked his tongue out at the onion.
"We might be. Why, are you jealous?"
Magolor pushed Marx off of the bed, before hopping off himself, and fixing the blankets.
"Grill," he said, "You of all people should know that that's not true."
"I know that, you dork." she giggled. "I'm just telling you what's going around. Don't shoot the messenger, they say!"
"Well, keep going on like this and we'll have onion rings for lunch tomorrow." Marx joked, hopping back onto the bed.
Magolor joined in. "Do you think we should barbecue or fry them?"
Marx smiled cheekily at Grill.
"Oh, barbecue and grill, same thing!"
"Oh, you guys!"
She sat on the bed between them, wrapping her arms around them and giving them both a kiss on the cheek.
"You guys are such dorks. But, you're my dorks, and I love you both."
She moved from the side of the bed to the top, sitting on the pillow.
"Come on, we might as well get some sleep." she told the two.
The boys snuggled up next to her, one on each side.
Grill was just about to fall asleep when she noticed three small figures floating at the door. Using her magic, she levitated them towards her.
The three little onions snuggled into her hat.
And so, the six adorable creatures fell asleep.
...
Two figures were taking apart the Lor's hull.
After stripping off most of the metal, one reached in and grabbed something shiny. An energy sphere.
Inside, one of the doors of a challenge room deactivated...