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While you're reading this, you've GOT to read this new story written by KaylaDestoryer and eightbooksand60cats! It's awesome! It's called Motley, a Supernatural/Ice Age/Rise of the Guardians/other things I don't know but I'm sure are there crossover! It's awesome! Go read!

Enjoy! I don't own Ice Age…

The transformation was painless. In a flash, she'd popped back to her normal size and her wings had vanished, and she rolled each should a moment to get used to the lack of weight. "Ah…" stretching her arms above her head, she bent backwards a bit, enjoying the feeling of not being an inch tall. "Mm…" she took on a normal stance again and faced Zalim once more, finding him watching her intently. All the scrolls were flying through the air at lightning speed, rearranging themselves on the shelves carved into the walls. "…Neva though' I'd say it, bu… nice job. Guess…" she swallowed "Guess tha one thing ya did tha don't make we wanna slit ya throat."

He chuckled. "Good to know."

"Well, don' git too 'xcited." She sneered. "Ah still hate yer guts."

Hi eyes narrowed. "Good to know."

"Well, g'night." And she hopped out of the room, leaving Zalim to stare after her.

…

She found Opal weeping when she arrived back in her room. The rabbit lay in her little bed, curled up in a ball, crying into her soaked pillow, sobbing and sniffling miserably. "Oh Opal…" the bunny didn't even hear her, so Raz approached and reached down, gently picking her up. Opal didn't bother looking to see who it was, just curled up in the familiar hands that were holding her and trying to let the sudden heartbeat drown out her sobs. "Shh… don' cry. Don' cry… what's th' mattah Sheila?"

"R-R… Raz?" she choked.

"Aye, iss' me. Shh… don' cry. What's wrong?"

"Y- You were gone!" she sobbed. "You weren't in the garden and- and now Zalim's gonna kill me and… and… I thought I was going to be all alone again! And he's gonna kill me! I…" she sniffled. "I don't wanna die!"

"Aw Opal…" she stroked her ears and sat down on the bed. "Shh… now stop tha,I' don't help any'n." she ordered gently, using the corner of the blanket to gently mop up her little friend's tears. "C'mon… c'mon now, iss' ok. Ah promised Ah wouldn' lettim hurt ya, an I plan ta keep tha promise." She tilted her head up. "Ok?"

She sniffled a few final times and rubbed her eyes. "Ok."

"Good." A smile crossed her face as the small girl yawned. Raz couldn't blame her, because although it had only happened once, weeping so hysterically due to a hurting heart took a lot out of a person. She grinned. "Alrigh, Ah think iss' bed time."

It wasn't hard to find Opal a bed. She emptied one of her simpler boxes of jewelry, folding up a bit of cotton for the pillow. She put her into bed, a scrap of silk she found serving as a blanket , and told her the same story she'd told Lela. She realized with a pang in her chest that she'd left the tiny mouse all alone out there on the tree… instantly she filled with remorse. That little girl was barely four and a mere centimeter tall! How could she have…

A sleepy sigh caught her attention. She hadn't even realized Opal was still under her hand, her thumb stroking the rabbit's long silky ears. She smiled softly and pulled the blanket up a little closer to her chin, kissing one finger and touching it to Opal's forehead. "G'night Opal." She headed for the door; she had some more things to take care of. "Promise Ah'l be 'ere when ya wake up."

…

"In the name of…" Zalim was feeling even more exhausted then earlier. He could tell; he'd depleted enough magic energy, it could take a month to regain it all! That transformation spell, that amulet that he had to have done by the summer solstice- and now, as if things weren't bad enough, this took the cake. He tried his hardest not to be mad at Raz; this was obviously her work. His room, and everything in it, had been dyed pink. Bright pink. And not just bright, it was more like… smack-you-face-and-permanently-blind-you pink. However, he wasn't mad at Raz. She'd had a hectic enough night. But he knew better than to keep any emotions, especially anger, bottled up. That only made it worse. So the fury had to go somewhere. He couldn't take it out on her, but he had to vent. Otherwise… well, the last time, the island nearly sunk due to the biggest earthquake in the history of the world.

So his fury was channeled across the island, and he wasn't surprised when the volcano blew it's top instead. It had been dormant for the past few centuries or so, but things changed all the time; things went the way he wanted them to. After all, he was the one with power. The one everyone feared. The one that no one dared oppose or challenge. He was-

A snickering caught his attention, and his gaze whipped to the door. His to-be wife stood in the door, leaning on the frame, arms crossed over her chest, giggling to herself, nodding as she surveyed the room. "Nice, nice… Ah 'ad no ah'dea ye was a pink fan."

"I am not." He retorted coolly. "Do not think I am ignorant. I know this was your doing."

"Yeah, yeah, Ah'll take credit fer that." She entered the room, just a few paces from the door. "Bu' Ah didn' come ta brag. I wanna talk ta you."

"May I ask what about?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." She set herself down in a comfortable carved chair, a satin pillow appearing on the seat just for her comfort. She rolled her eyes but made no move to remove it. "So when's th' weddin?"

"Excuse me?"

"When's the weddin? When do Ah get ta be jus th' luckiest Sheila in the world?"

"Ah, yes. I believe The twenty first of June will be sufficient. The peak of summer, the warmest of the year."

"June?!" it was only March! She had three months to wait! Three months she'd be stuck here… then again, that was also three months for her to escape. Three months for her brothers to find her. Then she could get out of here and go home, and live her simple, non-pampered life… but when she left, she'd have to leave…

"Yes, June. Unless you have a preferred date…?"

"No, no, Ah… I jus remember'd somethin."

"And what might that be, my dear?" She stood up and gestured for him to come closer. He did as she wanted, crossing the room, closing the space between them. "What is it?"

"This." She brought her hand back and struck forward with all the strength she had. The sharp smack sound resonated loudly in the air, and the blow sent Zalim reeling and Raz's palm and fingers stinging. "Ah swear" she got in his face, noticing the three bloody claw marks on his cheek slowly starting to heal themselves already. "If you eva thretean Opal again, I'll tear out yer throat." In an instant her favorite spiral shell spear was in her hand, the tip pressing dangerously on his throat. "Ah don' care how immortal ya are, nobody hurts my friends. Nobody. Not even you." The blade pressed harder, and a dingle droplet of blood leaked from under his fur, trickling down his neck. "Ya can pick on me as misr'able as a ya wan, but you leave tha swee' little girl outta it!" she yanked her blade back and shoved it into her pouch, storming out, point made.

Zalim's hand reached up and touched his neck, noting the red stain on his fingertip. "Wow…"

Hope you like! So this is more of a filler chapter, I have more planned in the chapters to come! Please review!