Sting packed. After Sting packed he and Lector went for a walk. Seven minutes left. They continued to walk down the dorms when they started to hear singing. Singing? Who was singing?

Lector had been talking about something and Sting stopped him. "Do you hear that?"

"What? The singing?"

"Yeah. I know it's not Orga who's singing."

Lector chuckled. "That's for sure." They followed the noise to a closed door.

"Along with a little dirty suitcase,

I descended from the sky,

Across the man it called me here,

The place I've longed and dreamed for

Yea, yea, yea, Rock City Boy,

Yea, yea, yea, Rock City Boy,"

Sting knocked on the door. The singing stopped. The person inside opened the door.

"Lyra?" Sting asked surprised. The pink haired Saber blushed horribly.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I- I heard you sing." Sting said surprised by her reaction.

"Oh," Lyra said. Then her eyes widened. "Never ever tell anyone." Lyra ordered. "Otherwise I might have to kill you."

Sting smirked, "Will do." He said. But he wasn't exactly sure if she was joking or not. She grabbed her bag.

"Accompany me to the guild hall?" She asked, chipper again.

They walked down, Sting and Lector with their bags over their shoulder (the trio stopped by their room to get them). Rufus was already there (2 minutes), reading a book. Behind them was Orga, clomping his way towards them. Rogue appeared a minute later, Frosch at his side.

"I have thought of a plan." Rufus said as they walked to a location in the forest for training. "We each run training for a day."

"But what if someone doesn't want to doesn't want, or can't do the exercises for that day?" Rogue asked practically.

"How about a bet?" Lyra asked cocking her head, thinking. The boys looked at her.

"Huh?"

"Well, if you can't or won't do the exercise there should be a penalty. Like a bet, whoever is last or won't do it has to do something picked by the leader of the exercise. Like a punishment game thing." Then she thought for a minute. "Just no nudity or bodily fluids." The boys mulled it over.

"It's not a bad idea…" Rufus said.

Orga shrugged, "Why not?"

"Bring it on!" Sting said happily.

"That's right! The mighty Sting can take anything!" Lector added.

"This might end badly…" Rogue said quietly, but he didn't object.

"Fro think so too!" Frosch said good-naturedly, but no one could tell who he was responding to.

"I have made a plan on who will go, and what the order is." Rufus said. They entered the forest. "Lyra, you will go first. Then Rogue, then Orga, me, and then Sting."

"Aw! Why am I last?" Sting asked irked.

"Yeah! Sting should-" Lector started.

"Quiet Lector." Rufus ordered. Lector silenced.

"So, Sting, what's your magic anyway?" Lyra asked. She stepped onto a fallen log and spread out her arms while she walked across it.

"You don't know?" Sting asked surprised.

Orga shrugged. "Lyra's been on missions since you got here. It's not surprising she doesn't know."

"Rogue and I are Dragon Slayers." Sting said proudly. Lyra stumbled and almost fell off her log.

"Are you ok?" Rufus asked with a dramatic flair as he stabilized her.

"Yeah, fine." Lyra grumbled. Not really a fan of Dragon Slayers. She thought. She went back to her smiling self, trying to forget 6 years ago. "What type? There's types, aren't there?"

"Yeah. I'm the White Dragon Slayer, and Rogue is the Shadow Dragon Slayer." Sting said proudly. "And together we're the Twin Dragon Slayers!"

"Cool." Lyra said smiling.

"What about you?" Rogue asked. "What type of magic do you use?"

Lyra grinned. "I don't." She said.

The Twins frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a special type of person." Lyra said, her grin spreading to Orga and Rufus's faces. No doubt because they'd heard her 'speech' before. "The commonly used yet untrue term is Witch Hunter, but I think we're more of Voids."

"Voids?" Rogue asked.

"At most three are alive at a time." Lyra said. "Before I joined Sabertooth, the Council wanted to use me as a weapon to fight Dark Guilds. I didn't want to be used as a weapon. Because I joined a guild, the kingdom can't use me as a weapon. I pay allegiance to the Guild, not the Council."

"Yeah, but what exactly is a Void?" Sting prompted.

"Exactly what it sounds like. Every person is filled with some amount of M.E., Magic Energy. Wizards are filled with more than most, and can manipulate the M.E. to their desire through what we call Magic. A Void is the exact opposite of a Wizard, hence the term Void, or the term Witch Hunter. Instead of being filled with an abundance of M.E. we are lacking M.E. We absorb other people's M.E. and this makes us stronger. So no magic attacks work on me."

"That sounds awesome!" Lector announced.

"The downside is that, I can't touch anyone skin to skin because of this. Since everyone has at least a little M.E. in them, unless they are also Void, I can't touch them without absorbing their M.E. That's why I wear this." She motioned to the black leather covering her arms and hands.

"But if you're not really a mage, then how can you participate in the Games?" Rogue asked.

"It's not banned. Anyone who wears the insignia and isn't Guild Master is allowed to enter."

"How did you get accepted into Sabertooth if you aren't a mage then?" Sting asked.

Lyra raised an eyebrow. "How do you think? I asked to join, and after a short demonstration, I did."

Rogue thought for a second. "But you were hugging people back at the Guild-"

"You can hug people without touching their skin." Lyra replied.

"So if I touch your face, what would happen?" Sting asked.

"I don't see why you would, but you would probably start feeling weak, and your breaths might get heavier. Then being able to breathe or stay awake might be too hard for you at all." Lyra told him.

"So you can't touch anyone. You can't ever hug anyone, or kiss anyone." Rogue said.

"I can. I mean, I can hug and touch, just not-"

"Skin to skin." Rogue finished. "What you do isn't…" He paused. "That's not touching."

Frosch looked between the two of them and nodded. "Fro think so too!" But no one believed he knew what he was actually agreeing to.

They walked into a clearing and Lyra sat in the middle of the clearing.

"I think here's a good place for us to unpack." Lyra said. She and the boys unpacked their stuff, and set up a large tent.

"What do we do first?" Sting asked, stretching his arms out.

"I was thinking a race to the lake." Lyra said. "No, flying, no magic." Lyra turned away and smiled back at them. "Last person there get's to do what I want!" She reminded them. She took off, leaving dust in her wake.

"I'm not gonna be last!" Orga shouted, and ran after her.

"Me neither!" Sting dashed after them. Rufus and Rogue looked at each other.

"Children." They said together. Then ran, for fear of being last.