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It's been...no longer than 3 days...everything is so silent...so quiet...so...depressing. I have myself and no one else to blame..giving into my selfish desires...nearly killing my best friend...and hurting the one i loved...

**Date: November 29

Location: Zaraphan Castle, Throne room

Time: 8:25 pm**

Three days had passed since the fight between Rizan and Shyranrya. It was labled as the Mate Rivalry Battle by everyone in the kingdom, and in Shyranrya's kingdom as well. The damage done had finally be fixed, with the throne room lacking the large hole caused by the two dragonesses. Sambodo sat in his chair with a depressed look on his face, wearing his normal robes which were made for him as he was king. His queen had gone off to talk to their daughter, who was still mentally scarred over what happened, "Great, now she hates me even more....Phoana, please...have her see what I did, was for her benefit.", he muttered to himself, staring at the empty room since he was not wanted by his daughter. His face was bandaged on the left side, receiving what would've been a fatal slash if he didn't manage to stop her.

Even with old age, he didn't lose all of his power, but he definitely could not have taken her how she is now. Another big problem was her children, as Pearly and Nimane cried the whole night afterwards, as if they could sense that something bad happened. Jazmin was told about who her father was, not caring too much as she had a hunch, though having some problem wondering if she should dislike him or not. He stopped her mother from hurting her best friend, but left her quite hurt mentally. Eurasia Jr was found training on the outskirts of the castle, having hating himself for being so weak when the Zoan hunter beat him down.

His reaction to the news was somewhat distressing, Sambodo seeing that he was definitely enraged by it but not saying a word about it. Overall it had been a mess, one that also had his kingdom worried over the state of affairs in the royal family. Things would heal over time, but how much was eating at his mind.

- Meanwhile....

Phoana knocked on her daughter's door, having left to try and talk to her once more after seeing the rage she had attacking her mate. Phoana wore a lovely skirt and bra, something that she read not too long ago was a big thing for humans and was nice to wear when just relaxing at home. Unfortunately relaxing was the last thing she was doing, being a wreck over how her daughter felt, "Sweetie?...Hon?...you still awake?", she asked, about to knock once more before quickly stepping to the side and away from the door. Immediately the wooden door shattered open, the bed that was supposed to be for Rizan being thrown through it.

It was quite a shock that Rizan would be so violent, coughing a little from the dust brought up by it. It was then that she began to hear sobbing, Rizan laying on the ground and clutching her head in sadness, ".....ahhhhhh....leave me alone! I don't want to talk to either one of you! Made me....drive him away...hurt...them...", she screamed, clenching her fists tight and digging her own claws into her palm. Phoana walked in over the debris, hold a hand out to magically fix the door and bring the bed back to the corner, where it was reformed back to normal.

"Sweetie....we did what we had to. We told you that...and...you can't completely blame us. None of us expected you to have...the feral desire of mateship that we dragons of old adhered to. All that time living with humans should've made that disappear...however one thing was certain. That dragoon cared for you, enough to challenge dragon law. No dragon would do that normally.", she explained, seeing her daughter cough a bit and sniffle with a bit of snot going down her snout and tears going down her face. She only remembered seeing red after seeing Shyranrya acting so close to Michael, everything turning mid battle until she came to, with the sight of her fist into the forehead of the human she was fighting for.

She had preferred that her parents had stayed out of it, finding out the ugly side of her species first hand due to her family's meddling. Phoana wasn't sure what else to tell her, secured in the fact that time would heal how she felt, but how much was the question, "Rizan...Eurasia does indeed like you. Though it seems he likes Shyranrya as well. Not one more than the other. He's a unique male...which is why it is a problem for you and Shyranrya. Dragon's aren't the best at sharing a mate.", she explained, kneeling down and wiping her daughter's tears.

Rizan was thinking clearly now, regretting what she had done to her friend. Since that day, she hadn't heard from her, only hearing that she went back to her home in the dry deserted lands far to the east. She could only assume how she felt, probably worse and hating her guts for the amount of pain caused by their battle, "....can I even call myself a friend, or hell...even a mate? I hurt two of my closest friends...Mom...I don't want to feel this again...isn't there a way...that all three of us...can be together?..", she asked with a sniffle, going over to hug her mother.

Phoana squeezed her tightly, remaining silent for a moment before pulling back and looking at her, "Hun...that's something only you can find out. Will you let your desire, and feral wants to overtake you again? Or can you really live with sharing the one you had children with...the one you want to spend the rest of his life with. If you and Shyranrya can control that...then maybe...however I can tell you first hand. It's been said to be impossible.", she responded, Rizan sniffling and wiping her snout. Her mother than gave a smile and a wink, "Although...it has been said that love can overcome the impossible."

Even the littlest bit of hope was welcome, still wondering if she could even make up the massive damage to their friendship. Probably the best thing out of this is that her parents didn't mind who her mate to be was. Even if they hated him, she'd go off on her own like she had done for the later part of her life, "...Mom...I'm going...to get stronger. Mentally so this doesn't happen again and physically to maintain my top physical condition. Then...I'll find Eura...and hope...he'll want to see me again...so I can explain that what you did was a test.", she remarked, looking up at her Phoana and seeing her shake her head.

"No sweetie...you can't go to him...if he truly loves you...or Shyranrya. He'll come to you in time. Just be patient.", she replied, making Rizan pout. Making amends was the first thing on her mind, but her mother was right. True love will always bind those together, and nothing would keep them apart. Proof of that would be Michael's willing return to them, which she was hoping would happen soon. She sighed and nodded, going to do her best to be patient.

-

War is good for the soul and the economy. Being toughened up, experiencing the harsh reality of what the cost of freedom is will make you stronger, not to mention the war time brings an increase in labor, morale and spending. I hate how in this time of peace, there is nothing for me to do now. Sitting around...peace is for hatchlings.

**Date: November 29

Location: Vichi Kingdom, Vichi Castle Throne room

Time: 6:15 pm**

Far to the west lay the kingdom of Vichi, ruled by an iron fist compared to the Zaraphan kingdom. Rules were very strict, with most of the punishments resulting in death or loss of limbs. The King was a large dictator before N.D. forced them to come to the dimension labeled "Dragon Paradise", in which their regime came to an end. Being one of the few violent brand of dragons, the king was forced to give up their goal of world conquest since every other kingdom would've fought against them. The land was much more industrialized and modernized, having found worth in what the humans they conquered in their dimension found useful. It was a very suburban looking area, with houses, sidewalks, and streets, as well as street lights all around.

Though there were no cars, and the Kingdom was of similar layout to the Zaraphan, with the Castle on a high mountain. This was done so everyone who did end up traveling here would have a fair and equal share of their land, without one being better than the other. That did not stop them from having a very high opinion of themselves, being rather isolated from most of their kind outside of the kingdom. It was this reason that Shyranrya left long ago, that and their mistreatment of every other species. Nothing would've brought her back, if it were not for that she was basically kidnapped.

In the throne room, she was bandaged still, her wing having been reattached but still far from healing due to her father preventing her from doing so. She stood in the middle, wearing an orange dress that was ragged and dirty, "I don't see why you made me come back here. I know exactly what crap you want to spout at me.", she remarked, growling at the sight of her parent. Her father was a dragon just slightly shorter than him, though he had what seemed to be frills on his cheeks, as well as blue scales. He also had horns coming out the back of his head. Overall he was quite muscular, dressed in a wife beater and shorts as he just finished his rounds to stay in shape in his old age.

"Crap? More like truth. What were you thinking fighting over a human? Hell...I'm disgusted that the litter you had are all half human. Maya, Meya, Miya, Moya, and Muya...all tainted with the blood of a dirty species. Just as bad as your sister...little bitch couldn't take the responsibility of taking over the throne for your late mother. That's why she ran away...like you!", he shouted, getting a growl from his daughter. Shyranrya hated her parents, but more so her father. He did nothing to help her after she was kidnapped, learning that after she was deemed missing, her sister was focused on helping teach her the ways of ruling with an iron fist.

However Lisayame got away as she had enough and spent her time in Saint Falda, mostly getting drunk after one relationship after another failed. She was probably the only person she had no problems against, not that they spent enough time together to create any, "I'm pretty sure she ran away cause you were a cruel heartless bastard of a father Brundonaz. You don't care about us, you only cared about passing on the next generation. Exactly why I raised my children on my own, and allowed them to go on their own 20 years ago, without spending any time with you.", she shouted, clenching her fist at him.

He merely sighed and walked up to his throne, taking a seat and leaning against his hand, "You are just spoiled. Getting your mouth fucked by that rapist is old news, get over it! Fighting for your country, making sure that you're on top. That is what matters to the Vichi lineage!", he growled back, the castle shaking under his presence. Shyranrya huffed and turned around, starting to be on her way as she didn't want to be here from the beginning. She heard her father snap his claws, suddenly finding the exit blocked by his shoulders. Compared to Zaraphan soldiers, Vichi solders were more muscular and brutish, being more intimidating. Shyranrya however did not care, charging at them and punching them both in the stomach.

Her fist shattered the armor covering their chests, making them drop their weapons and making her father surprised. The last time he saw her was back when she escaped the ones who kidnapped her, who then ran away from home when she saw that she wasn't welcome anymore, "You...you mastered the way of the dragon?....How...could a failure like you have mastered it? Only those worthy can fully finish the training!", he shouted, Shyranrya merely turning back at him and giving the middle finger, before sprinting off. For her to have the same kind of power and very few soldiers anywhere have, made him smirk. As his soldiers stood back up, groaning in pain, he glared at them, "You two. Make sure the Recon Unit keeps close tabs on her. She'll be useful in the future....", he ordered, the two struggling to grab their spears and wobble off.

Shyranrya flew into the air, rubbing her knuckles as they were lightly sore from how tough the armor was. It was difficult to decide what to do now, wondering if she'll ever be able to face the dragoon or her friend. For now, all she wanted to do was relax, heading towards the east, a familiar direction to grab something important at the place she once called home. Although she could teleport there, she wanted to clear her mind as the night sky began to clear.

- 3 hours later, Rizan's House, 9:30 pm

Shyranrya arrived as the moon began to rise, sighing as the door was shut and the lights were off. From her pocket, she pulled out the key, having kept it safe during the fight. There was something she had to get, deciding that she had caused enough problems to people and going to live on her own from now on. As she entered the door, she turned on the lights, having to kneel down a bit to avoid hitting her head and seeing that the place hadn't changed a bit. Not even dust, going over to the couch and taking a seat, "....just last week...we spoke here after the training...", she thought to herself, turning to the side and wondering if her original home more to the south would be any better.

While she got up, she heard something, the sound of something coming in for a landing and their feet touching the wooden porch outside, "...what the?! Who's in my house!?", shouted a female voice, Shyranrya gasping in panic as it was someone she had hoped not to see. Rizan ran right in and saw the black and white scaled dragoness starting to make a run for it, "S-shyranyra?!....What--wait don't go!", she pleaded, seeing her about to run, then stop while looking down. Rizan rubbed her shoulder and wondered what to say, having thought that no words would probably repair their friendship even though she wanted it back, "....you came back too I see...."

Shyranrya's heart began to race, feeling very nervous and not even looking at her ex friend's face, "I...I'm sorry...I just wanted...my P.I.C....so I can just get out of everyone's life.", she responded, hearing her friend's footsteps come towards her. She was prepared to defend herself incase that Rizan wanted to finish things, but she found herself suddenly being hugged tightly. It made her jump slightly, not expecting that in a million years, "W-what are you doing?!", yelped, feeling her friend's grip being quite tight.

"I'm...apologizing...and hoping that you'll forgive me for that fight we had...I did...a lot of thinking...will you ever forgive me?", she asked, Shyranrya tearing up slightly. As her friend let go, she turned around and saw tears in her eyes, kneeling down and giving her a hug back, "Of course...I didn't think...you'd want to see me again. But..honestly the person who probably wants to hear this is...Eura. We both drove him away Rizzy...due to our selfishness...", she responded, the two remembering how painful that day must have been for the kind dragoon.

Rizan suddenly gave a smile, much to the surprise of her friend, "I...think he'll come back...I have something to tell you before anything. Something you need to know.", she exclaimed, the two sitting on the couch and taking the time to repair their friendship.

-

All according to plan. I know she won't turn me down....and even if she did, I'll take matters into my own hands. I have to get the message out to them...they have to know...that his fate is in N.D.'s hands now. And the truth of what he did...

**Date: December 1st

Location: Classified Information

Time: 6:59 pm**

It had been about 3 weeks since he put in a request to meet the leader of Black Dagger, which was something he thought wouldn't have been so hard. Though he was denied each time, without a reason as he worked on the new equipment that she herself requested. After he had heard that she returned from a recent mission, he stormed his way to her office, the other soldiers knowing his importance did not stop him but followed closely behind, "Excuse me, I have an appointment with a certain someone.", was all he said, walking up to her door which was massive and pulling the lower knob which was made for smaller people like himself to open the door, "Hey! Shade! Why won't you talk to me? There's something I want to discuss with you!", he shouted as he entered her office.

The dragoness stood in uniform with her back turned towards the door next to sturdy oak book case, a deep blue hard cover book in her hand. Hearing the door open in an almost slamming fashion did nothing to phase her nor did she immediately turn upon hearing him shouting. Instead she simply closed the book and looked over her shoulder. She then looked down upon seeing there was no one near her height, those emerald black slitted eyes staring down at the one behind her as she now pushes the book back into place before turning.

He saw that she was getting a book, looking down at him with a not so happy expression in her eyes. He adjusted his glasses and walked toward her, his own expression not looking too fabulous either, "There you are Shade! Is that why you haven't been accepting my appointments? Too busy catching up on old tactics?", he asked, the sarcasm so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife. His silver eyes me thers, keeping a stern look at her intimidating slitted gaze. Shade simply turned her head and stared down at him as he went on his tirade, her expression appearing almost thoughtless and blank. It was something she learned about long ago and it stuck everywhere with her throughout her battles and missions.

Patiently and silently she awaited a few seconds for him to finish before responding with a stern yet neither soft nor harsh tone, "And checking base equipment and supplies, orders, thousands of meetings with allies, fronting operations and..oh yes..tending to a war and what could be the start of other wars without crippling us.", she responded, turning to face him fully and looking down on him due to her massive height of 16'4". Her eyes told him little about her thoughts, but he could tell one thing; she was not too thrilled in general.

Abu wrapped his arms around himself, raising an eyebrow at her explaining her work, "Well make "Talking to my Chief of Engineer" on that list. There's something I've been needing to talk to you about. Rather important business, so when you want we could just get down to business and not compare what we do for a living nowadays.", he responded, shaking his head and walking towards her desk and the chair in front of it for guests. Most people would not dare to speak to her like that, knowing what she was capable of. She debated on responding to his remark, deciding to simply let it pass by as she walked behind her desk and took a seat. Her longer stride got her a seat before him, even though he had already started walking before hand.

She extended a hand toward the chair as if to say "have a seat right there", laying back a bit with a stern look on her face, "Well you have your appointment now, and I have no meetings this hour. What is it you wanted to discuss?", she asked, showing her traits of a great leader. Shade was phased by how impatient he was, looking at him as he adjusted his glasses and pulled out from one of his pockets, a folded up piece of paper which read, "Request of Visitation" in bold at the top and slid it on the table. She had seen it awhile ago but chose to focus on more important matters, "Just reminding you about this. I asked you some time ago if I could allow Eurasia and Ruru access to the facility. You never got back to me on that, and I'm getting a little...impatient that I have yet to see anyone I want to see. I spoke to Onari a few weeks ago and she said that she'd see what she could do.", he responded with an annoyed look on his face while waving his hand, having alot to say to them but keeping communications limited to anyone on the outside world other than Jack, who was a special exception.

The dragoness's emerald eyes glanced up for just a split second to that gesture, looking back down and reading before reclining in her chair, "Onari said that huh...well that's not her call and besides she's not even here right now.", she said while crossing her arms, swinging idly in hey chair for a moment and turning her large leather chair around. The silence was somewhat awkward, making Abu pull out a Rubik cube and beginning to solve it repeatedly while he awaited her to turn back. After about a half a minute of silence, she turned back around and placed her elbows on her desk, "Well....that is a great amount of attention to draw..however you have helped us out greatly in the little bit of time you've worked for me. Not to mention we do have a common enemy...how could you get into contact with him?", she asked while leaning her head and staring at the ceiling.

The Rubik cube was put away, having been solved about 10 different ways already, as it was time to focus on more important things. From another pocket on his labcoat he pulled out his P.I.C., the most advanced version being only of a screen and one button that was shaped like a fingerprint. Once he pressed it, a hologram picture of Ruru came up, of him from a year or so back, "This guy, Ruru. Onari met him once and she says that he isn't a bad guy. Not what she thought a dragoon would be but....Eurasia is staying with him at the moment. So you're going to let him and Ruru both clearance to arrive here?"

Abu noticed while he asked, he saw her curl her lips as if thinking on something stressful, something on her mind that she wasn't enjoying very much. After several more minutes of awkward silence, she looked at him and straightened up in her chair, adjusting the cuffs of her uniform, "No, I am not... Having HIM here is far too dangerous, but nobody really knows you on the outside world. We'll use that to our advantage in order to create a new identity for you, and you will leave this place under the guise of a civilian. Everything to get you out safely and back in should you choose to do so. Just in case anyone would recoginize you, I don't want to take any chances. You will be given an account with money and a record of spending as to not look suspicious in finance. I can offer you cover escort, as more travelers and friends. The works.", she explained, going with a plan of escort used with V.I.P.s.

"Okay then, plan C.I.V.Y. it is. And it's fine, I'll go in alone. I appreciate the back up but I'm only to going to be with them for no longer than 24 hours. Let's leave immediately if you don't mind.", he requested, the hologram vanishing, along with the P.I.C. back into his pocket. As he jumped off the chair, she peeked over her desk to look at him for a moment, "Don't forget it takes time to make a new identity. Just be sure you're ready within 4 hours.", she reminded, seeing him merely raise a his P.I.C. at her, "Make it 2. I'll work on the data side of identity creation. You work on the physical. Less work for us both.", he responded, the dragoness somewhat amused at his enthusiasm. As he left, he shut the door, leaving her to think about the problem on her mind.

Not much would phase her, having years of experience under his belt, but one thing, a mission gone wrong plagued her mind. One of theirs was missing, and getting her back would've been suicide, one thing that would never cross her mind, but just for her, she had considered it. Immediately she shook her head and stood up, remembering that she had to get the boys working on Abu's request.

-

Well that went well...kinda...okay nah. It could've gone better but least I know two things. Dahlia is really sincere and Fyre is very warm. Nearly fell asleep three times from how relaxing it is...but no time for sleep. Not after what I just heard....

**Date: December 3rd

Location: Central Hall, Snake City of Calimas

Time: 4:27 pm**

Zicfore took a second to relax, still finding it out of this world that anyone, even more so a snakess who was somewhat well known. He and his represensitives knew that there was no way she would be coaxed to lie, especially for a human. Even though she was one of the few who kept one since it was a mere child, that method ensures that the slave will have no way of surviving outside. It wasn't a very efficient way compared to buying one already grown, but teaching it and melding its mind to your choosing was a powerful form of enslaving, "....okay. You got lucky Ms. Azorle, and honestly I shouldn't have even considered this meeting without having someone...trustworthy summoned for your case. Be thankful I had nothing else planned...", he remarked, looking visibly annoyed as Dahlia stuck her forked tongue out at him.

Kayla shoved her, reminding her that even though he was somewhat a jerk, his position still gave him quite a bit of power, "Down girl. He's still the leader of our region...even if he is like that. Also the Dragoon still here still has not qualified for free roam. Shouldn't get too happy just yet until he gets the final verdict...in a few weeks or so.", she explained, Dahlia looking rather shocked and disappointed. Zicfore sighed and gave a nod, happy to see that Kayla respected him and his position. Michael thought about what she had said, which meant today wouldn't go as Dahlia wanted.

"That's right, the leader himself...he has to personally approve your request. Same as how applying for an audience with us is not guarenteed, there is none for your free roam request. I highly doubt he will grant it...", he said with a smirk, wanting to put doubt into the mind of the inferior creature. Michael didn't seem too bothered, turning to look at Dahlia, "Well if that's the case, then call me back when it's time. I don't really want to stay here if I have to be your pet again....", he told her, Dahlia looking a little sad but nodding.

Michael then got a shove from behind, nearly falling over which made Dahlia turn and see that her friend pushed him, "You should at least be saying thank you. She went through alot of trouble to contact you and at least try to give you a good time out. It is not nice to sound ungrateful...", she said with a rather scary look on her face. Quickly Michael went up to Dahlia and shook her hand, "Thank you for going through all this trouble!", he said hastly, hoping that Kayla wouldn't maul him or something. Dahlia merely chuckled and grabbed him with both arms, squeezing him tightly against her chest. Like the snakess she was, she was hugging him tight, not to mention her breasts were somewhat suffocating him while she twirled him back and forth.

Zicfore cleared his throat, reminding them that they were still in a meeting, "A-hem, please do that elsewhere. Or you'll be arrested for pro-treatment of a human. I don't want to see you again Ms. Azorle, or you Eurasia. Don't expect another meeting in your life time....as for you Kayla...meh. Don't think you'll get any fine treatment from me for you helping out this human.", he growled, Kayla merely smirking and chuckling. It wasn't like she cared much, knowing that he wasn't a friend, or anything, just a political figure in keeping their land unified. Dahlia stuck her tongue out at him and proceeded to slither out with Kayla, still holding a struggling Michael in her grasp before letting him down at the door.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out....ugh...now the paper work to get this done...don't tell me you guys are still staring at that non-citizen?", he asked his representatives, all of them giving a thumbs up from how sexy they found Dahlia and Kayla. As the doors closed, the sound of Zicfore yelling could be heard, making the two large guards and the trio wonder why he yelled after they left. Guiten and Shazz gave a farewell to the two snakesses but a growl to the human, who merely waved back and walked out the building to avoid any more trouble.

"Phew...glad to be out of there. Didn't think being me would get so much hate.", said Michael, looking up and seeing the sun getting ready to set. Dahlia was just as glad, not a fan of Zicfore or anyone in there. Seeing it from the other side made her understand more how he felt, definitely planning on making the day when he could hang out a grand one. Kayla clapped her hands to get their attention, pointing upwards to the sky, "See that? Means its time for me go. Steve should be nearly done with my chores by the time I get back...but I wouldn't mind doing some shopping. You two coming?", she offered, Dahlia happily accepting but Michael shaking his head.

Dahlia was about to ask why, but it was best to let him go for now, seeing that he was probably the most stressed out from this experience. Kayla nodded and gave a light wave, starting to slither off. Dahlia however moved forward as Michael began taking out his P.I.C., "I'm sorry about today. I'll make it up soon okay?", she said, giving him a kiss and slithering off with a smile. Michael wondered what he should feel for a moment, feeling her to be sincere all day and now leaving with a somewhat nice goodbye. It made him wonder if the day she had plan was a nice idea, though he remembered about the someone who called him earlier.

Before he looked at the screen, he got a mental call, one from a certain massive dragoness, "Hello? Eura? You there?", she asked, having something important to ask. Michael then activated his P.I.C. to head to her location, knowing that if she had something to say, it was indeed important. He vanished in a flash of light, leaving only a windy exit as he headed to his next destination.

- one second later

**Date: December 3rd

Location: Bottom of the Grave Canyon, outskirts of Hydion

Time: 4:42 pm**

Fyre tried to reach Michael, wondering what was keeping him until noticing a light flash on her snout. From how insignificant it was, she knew right away who it was. Carefully she laid back against the bedrock and smiled, "There you are. How are you feeling?", she asked caringly, squinting her eyes to see him waving. Her size was somewhat inconvenient at times, having to be very careful and gentle while he was with her. She saw that he was smiling somewhat at least, which was good news considering the state of mind he was in a week ago.

Michael took a seat and patted her snout, feeling the texture of scales from the smaller perspective, "Sorry about that. I got your call and I wanted to come in person rather than talk from far away. And I'm...feeling somewhat better. Went out on a request of my friend Ruru. Didn't end as well as I thought but...it didn't end bad at least. Did you want to check on me?", he asked, feeling her shake her snout but very gently as to not have him fly off. Suddenly in front of him, appeared a green gem, one that he had seen before, "This is...the Virage Soul isn't it? I thought you were going to destroy it Fyre?", he asked, Fyre remaining quiet for a moment.

Her silence worried the dragoon, looking at the gem closely as it was small enough to fit in his hand. Inside was something swirling, like smoke of some sort, which made it quite lovely to look at, even though it was the power-source for something horrible, "Fyre?", he asked once more, sounding a bit more worried. Fyre raised her claw, to Michael seeming colossal to anything he'd ever seen, even Frin when she was all huge, "It's...I can't destroy it. Eurasia, there's something you need to know. Please listen....", she responded, her voice sounding quite worried.

It was then that the dragoness began to explain something to him, something that made Michael's eyes open wide with shock.

- An hour later

Fyre had transformed into her smaller 20 ft form, doing so mid conversation so she could better bond with her partner. Michael was lightly shaken over what they talked about, being in her arms as she cradled him and soaked in his warmth, "...Aisarue...what could he want with me?...", he asked, Fyre a little unsure herself. She rubbed a claw through his red hair, finding him so alluring while he was this close to her. Before Fyre could answer, Michael's P.I.C. began to beep, startling the dragoness as the vibration could be felt in her chest as it was in his pocket.

Michael shifted a bit and pulled it out, pressing the button to answer it. Suddenly a hologram Ruru's face appeared, looking quite annoyed, "Hey! What the hell man?! I've been trying to reach you all day and I see you in the arms of some dragon rather than hanging with that snake chick?", he asked, Michael chuckling nervously as he had forgotten about who had called him, "Whatever man. Get your ass over here! Something big is going down tomorrow! It your bro..Abyssion. He's gonna be killed dude.", he continued, getting a gasp from his friend. Fyre wondered who he meant, only guessing that it had to be important given the dragoon's response.

"Jeff?...Killed?...what?!", he shouted, suddenly jumping off Fyre's arms and feeling a little worried. Although he was nearly killed by his brother's hands, he didn't hate him. Compared to all the times he spent growing up, and the rough housing he received from him, there was usually a good reason. He now had a good possible reason as to why he did that, but it was merely a guess, so he chose to keep it to himself until the proper time, "Okay, I'm on my way. Fyre...we'll decide how to take care of the Virage Soul after I get back.", he said looking up to her, seeing her look a little concerned.

"Eurasia...let me come with you. I want to help if possible.", she asked, Michael giving a nod as she put a claw on his shoulder, then suddenly poofed into her even smaller cat sized form. With a smile she relaxed on the dragoon's head and vanished as the two traveled to Ruru's house.

- Less than one second later

**Date: December 3rd

Location: Orez Delivery Company Entrance, Saint Falda

Time: 5:56 pm**

The two arrived in the blink of an eye, appearing at the entrance to the Orez delivery company. Michael seemed a little confused as he wanted to arrive inside, not outside. The cold air and darkening sky only added to the silence as the streets were pretty much empty due to the incoming snowstorm that was forecast late tonight, "Huh...why am I outside?", he asked, Fyre looking around and seeing the doors open as Michael was looking to the sides. Ruru came outside, pushing the double doors open and running over to his friend, dressed in a dark green T-shirt and dark blue jeans, "Dude, you're super late. Why the hell you got a P.I.C. for if you won't answer it?", he shouted, being rather pissed that he couldn't reach his friend for that long.

As Michael moved forward, he saw someone else walking outside behind him. First thing that caught his attention was the afro, a large thick afro as well as sunglasses, "Yo yo E-boy fire hizzle. What's the dilly-o homie E. Homie R here sayz youz the real dawgs, dig it?", he said, being overly dressed with gold bling and a large fuzzy purple jacket. Fyre's expression was priceless, having heard many languages but not understand anything this young man had said. Michael rubbed his head in thought for a moment, tilting his head a little before realizing something, "B-brian?...that you?", he asked, Ruru chuckling at his friend's cluelessness.

**Chapter End!

Tune in next time for the next exciting chapter**

_ Chapter 14 - The Worried Sibling! Break into The Bastille Maison Des Dymons! _