ina touched down in the Great Hall, surprised
that the conversation had been cut off so suddenly. But she knew
It was time to get serious.
Lina had two working modes, Serious and Who Cares?.
Usually, she was in Who Cares? mode, making fun of everything and generally
not worrying about anything. It was actually a useful tool, since
she could toss fear by the wayside and enjoy whatever she was doing.
But now and then, usually times exactly like now, it was time to get Serious.
"I've got no idea what to expect out there," Lina
told her troops... specifically, the two new ones. "If it's anything
like Paradox's realm, we're in for a mess. Are you two going to actually
help me out here? Considering you were trying to really hassle me
last time we met."
Bugger sulked. "What choice do I have?
I'm doomed if I don't. So whatever. I'll help."
"Your sister ordered me to help you," Angela said.
"Sis-- LUNA?!" Lina said, going white. "Big
"Yes, the same," Angela said, annoyed. "Can
we go now? I really would like to get this over with."
"Maybe you should take my Sword of Light," Gourry
suggested, holding the blade out by the hilt for Lina. "It could
"Really??" Lina said, cheering up after the shock
of her most feared sister. "Why, thank you, Gourry! I can keep
"Oh," Lina said, disappointed.
"Actually...." Reason said, drawing their attention.
The crowd looked over at her, her arms folded, a wry smile on her lips.
"If we have the time to do this, I know a sword that would be considerably
more effective against the wingless than a Sword of Light."
"Big weapons. I like big weapons," Lina said,
grinning as well. "A few minutes won't make a difference. Where
"You're holding it," Reason said, gesturing to Lina's
Confused, Lina drew her sword, to make sure it was
the same one she put on moments ago. The blade was still above average,
not not particularly special... there was a pleasant brass butterfly design
in the hilt, the attractive feature that drew her to it, but she couldn't
detect any kind of magic.
"It's just a sword," Lina concluded.
"At the moment," Reason said. "Brothers, sisters.
Gather around. We can each bless Lina's blade with a flow of our
Talents. That should give her the power to strike Nightmare.
Provided she gets close enough to use it and doesn't miss before he tears
her throat out, naturally."
Lina didn't like the sound of that. Neither
did the wingless, apparently.
"Give her some of MY power?" Paradox balked.
"Would you prefer Nightmare win the fight, and come
back to express his displeasure at your capture?" Reason reasoned.
Paradox quickly touched the blade, golden light
flowing from his fingers into the steel. "O bless this blade with
the powers of time and space and be true in goal and cutting and whatnot,
yadda. Hark and beware."
Reason nodded, satisfied. She repeated the
gesture, adding more power; now the sword was glowing with a very faint
golden aura. "May it move in very reasonable ways and for reasonable
Drama slipped back into his usual role easily.
"May thine blade strike true in the cause of heroism, as the drama of life
transcends!" he declared.
"That was such a pretty speech," Luck burbled, sobbing.
"Waaaah! I'm moved! Oh, and may this sword be very lucky and
not cut off its owners head by accident or anything."
Love and Loathing were next, taking the blade at
the same time. By now, it was glowing a steady yellow. "Use
this sword to protect what you love," Love said. "And destroy what
you hate," her brother added.
Myth was next, but wasn't sure what she could do
with it. She didn't have a little speech ready, or anything, and
telling a story didn't seem to fit. Still, a blessing was a blessing.
She touched the blade. "I hope they live happily ever after," she
The blade glowed stronger than ever, almost difficult
to look at now. Colored lights flared into being on the butterfly
handle, one for each of the wingless.
"I think that'll do it," Reason said, not showing
any signs of bedazzlement. "Happy hunting, Lina."
"Right," Lina nodded. "Now, the spell--"
"Yes, Gourry? We're on a schedule here," she
"Just... come back," Gourry said. "That's
all. Come back."
Lina paused. It was a stupidly simple request,
but... she could see Gourry making it. Very direct and honest.
"I will," Lina said. She turned to face the
empty space in the room, and started her spell. Light started to
flow around her, a blue glow. "Power beyond the known powers, deeper
than the deepest mind... between the known worlds, vaporous as ether, I
call upon the way to that which has no entrance... let the obstacles between
what is and is not be shattered! GIGA'S DREAM!"
The light swirled, sliding along the floor to the
point indicated, and arced upwards; a line of shimmering power expanded,
turning sideways to make a rectangular door.
"Everybody ready?" Lina asked, getting a good grip
on her photoluminescent sword.
The raiding party had their weapons. Bugger
was tossing, oddly enough, a handful of dirt from hand to hand. Angela
had a sphere of white light ready. And Myth had... her pen.
"You're gonna get slaughtered, gel," Bugger cheerfully
"I thought the pen was mightier than the sword?"
"Sure, if the pen is really long and bloody sharp--"
"That's enough of that," Lina snapped. "And
as for you wingless, no playing around while we're away. I've got
a hunch that L-sama isn't done with us yet. Now, everybody into the
The four walked into the doorway, almost hesitatingly.
Purpose served, the glowing blue gateway sank back into the floor, and
Contrary to all dramatic expectations, Gourry smiled,
and waved goodbye without a care.
Drama looked at him funny. "How can you do
that? No tearful goodbyes or pining?"
"Huh?" Gourry asked. "Why would I need to?
Lina's coming back."
"And why's that?"
"I asked her to," Gourry said. "And I've got
faith in Lina."
Sleep comes in waves and patterns, in disconnected fragments
of vision sequence. It is shapeless and formless, guided by thought
and memory. Raw dreamstuff works like cotton, easily torn, easily
mushed together, hard to move through.
Stepping through the gateway, Lina had to plow through
gauzy material that was up to her knees. The group had arrived in
a null of dreamspace, of factory material unrefined. A remote, nondescript
Myth, however, inhaled sharply. "It's true...
this is it. This is my home."
"So he did claim his home," Lina repeated.
"Bastard's got his own prophecy set up. I'd trust Giga's more, even
though I have no clue what it really means. Myth, if you've been
here before, do you know where we're going?"
"How can you find anything in this mess?" Bugger
said, picking up a handful of the dreamstuff, appraising it. "Funny
realities aren't a ball. They're a--"
"Don't say his name!" Myth said. "Sound carries
in this world!"
"I was going to say a bloody awful place to be,
thank you very much," Bugger completed. "This sucks. Where
Myth looked around... and pointed in a seemingly
random direction. "The Palace of Chaos is that way, at the heart
of the dreaming. That's where we made our home, once Love made up
the idea of 'home'. It's one of the few solid structures that exist
"There's that word again," Lina said. "Chaos.
I really wish someone would explain why it was so important."
"The Lord of Nightmares doesn't have to explain
Herself to some human," Angela said. "If--"
A low rumble shook the land.
"Angela, DAMMIT!" Bugger shouted. "You bloody
well named him! Didn't the lady just tell you not to do that?!"
"I didn't say Nightmare, I said Lord of Nightmares,"
Angela defended. "If... oh. Oh dear..."
Rising darkness started to take form, corrupting
the puffy dreams around it like an ink stain. The four got their
various weapons and non-weapons ready, expecting an attack...
Slowly, the figure took on a human form, with human
pigments. But still with very, very black hair and clothes.
It was a small boy, perhaps an adolescent. With large butterfly wings,
corrupted like black gold.
"I feel true forms are more satisfying for true
ends," Nightmare said, a normal voice, rather than a slick voice of oil
and liquid from nowhere. "Especially since your gift of wings have
given me the power to resume my form, after years of morphic corruption.
How I thank you, Lina."
"So what's the deal? We going to fight or
not?" Lina asked. "I didn't come here for tea and crumpets."
"I don't see a need to fight," Nightmare said.
"You cannot stop me. My plans are already working. In hours,
it'll all be over."
"And those plans are...?"
"Do you think I am as stupid as my brother Drama?"
Nightmare asked. "Why should I tell you? Better that you die,
"What's the fun of that?" Lina asked. "There's
a reason why your bro's chosen ones tell all their plans. It's pretty
satisfying, since your enemy knows exactly what's going on and how powerless
they are to stop it."
"Yes, and then they break out of the easily escapable
deathtrap. We won't have that," Nightmare said.
"Then what's the risk?"
Nightmare's will wavered, just a moment.
"Very well," he said. "It's simple enough.
I have control over the world of dreams now, my home original. I
have the wings of chaos, the power granted to the one chosen by prophecy
to be the Knight of the Lord of Nightmares. With that, I can easily
turn this plane into a world of nightmares, corrupt every human dreamer,
and render the entire population insane. All in the span of one good
night's sleep. Does that satisfy your curiosity, Lina?"
"Knight of the Lord of Nightmares?!" Lina gaped.
"That's what this has all been about? I was PROMOTED?"
"Turn humanity insane? Right on!" Bugger cheered.
"I'm all for that!"
"And then I will have them use the Giga Lores to
destroy each and every Dragon and Mazoku they find," Nightmare added.
"After which, I can rule over this world as the single most powerful being
imaginable. I will become the NEW Lord of Nightmares. One that
does not need Mazoku or Dragons."
Bugger went from delight to outrage. "HEY!
That's our bloody war to fight, not yours! Stay out of it!"
"My nightmare..." Angela said, realizing.
"Of the death of my kind... the figure with wings wasn't Lina, was it?
It was you!"
"But enough of such pleasantries," Nightmare said,
darkness flowing from under his clothes, wrapping itself around his flesh.
"There will be no faceless minions. No goons. No subverting
of your friends. There will just be me, Lina, and I will kill you
very directly. Goodbye."
Lina got ready to move, as the death fog closed
in on them...
A golden shot of power arced from the back of the
crowd, shattering the fog around Nightmare. Lina could swear she
saw... an orchard? Gophers? Something inside the light...
"Don't ignore us," Myth said, lowering her glowing
pen. "You have four here to deal with. I'm not the weak runt
of this litter, either."
"Four," Nightmare said, splitting once, twice.
"Four." "Four." "Four." The group of identical beings
looked at the group, one per player. "Then let it be this way." "We
will still kill you directly." "Simply directly by numbers." "Again and
again until you are gone..."
"Which one's the original dickweed?!" Bugger shouted,
a fistful of dirt at the ready.
"Doesn't matter! Scatter!" Lina ordered.
The group split up, moving away from each other... and into different dreams,
piercing the thin walls of the world around them.
Bugger flew backwards, pushing through a barrier of
dream. His personal Nightmare followed.
"You don't fight our wars," Bugger said, ready for
him. "Mazoku and Dragons settle their own. You stay the hell
out of it! Who do you think you are?"
"Fear," Nightmare said. "Your fear."
Beastmaster Zelas-Metallum engulfed Bugger's world
view, gargantuan, fire from her eyes and mouth, glaring down at him with
"You have displeased me," Beastmaster said.
"Destruction. You will be destroyed. You are failure."
Sixteen kinds of chemical fire rained down on Bugger,
searing his flesh, burning him to the core. Darkness and whiteness
cascaded into his bones, tearing him to shreds, screaming in agony... and
when the horror ended, he was gone.
The dream Beastmaster went away, purpose complete,
and Nightmare turned to join the others--
A wall of dirt smashed into Nightmare, hurling him
backwards, as Bugger stood fifteen feet tall in true Mazoku form, slimy
and revolting, a pungent green gas following him as he advanced.
"Not gonna work, buddy boy," Bugger oozed.
"I live in fear. I cause fear. I'm so used to complaining about
how miserable I am that that sort of crap just doesn't bother me anymore.
You can't scare me, because the worst possible thing you can think of,
the most hideously godawful miserable experience you can dream up... I
thought of it FIRST."
Nightmare knew when he was beaten. "This is
only one of four matches. Your friends won't survive," he said, quickly.
"The Dragon and the human and the wingless. Angela will burn and
you cannot get to her. I have won. And you say I am wrong?
Tell me, stinking Mazoku, what could possibly go wrong?"
The Mazoku lifted the projection of Nightmare, and
crushed it neatly, like a small, crunchy ball of meat.
"You'll see, lad," Bugger said, casting the pulpy
mass over his shoulder. "Call it a professional hunch."
Myth squared off against Nightmare, across a void plain.
She held her pen defensively, for what it was worth. Nightmare opted
to use a blade of darkness, wrought from the dreamstuff, shaped by his
Talents of fear.
"If you give up, I promise to give you death quickly,"
Nightmare said. "Or perhaps you can enjoy life first, as a gift for
what we once had. Would you like that?"
"I didn't want it then and I don't now," Myth said.
She felt Talent touch her, flood her with fear...
"Can't you feel that?" Nightmare asked. "I
know I scare you. You have even admitted you live in fear.
Perhaps once you stood, but that was in a shade, a flimsy parable.
This is the actual moment..."
Myth gritted her teeth. "I'm afraid..." she
said, acknowledging it. "You've hurt me before, forced me.
I'm afraid of you."
"As you should be."
But then, Myth flared gold, and sprang away, garbed
in the light armor of an adventuress. She held her sword tightly,
squaring off against the king of dreams, in his empty throne room.
"But so was she," Jean said. "And she was
able to act regardless."
"This sad trick?" the dream king asked. He
smiled playfully. "Please, Myth. Lina attempted this in self
defense once before, and it did not work for her either. Are you
certain you want to take this stance in the game?"
"Lina didn't write this story," Jean said, standing,
sword at the ready. "I did. You never understood stories.
I don't care if we both came up with the idea 'Story', you never got the
point. I didn't either, for that matter, not until recently."
"And your pretty words are supposed to impress me?
Is that it?" the dream king asked, turning away from Jean, wholly unconcerned.
"That you've found the true meaning of writing mankind's dreams, and now
you will destroy me, and so on? You truly have been hanging out with
Drama too much, letting him influence your writing. Next thing you'll
be doing is posing andgnghghkkk..."
Blood dripped on the ground. Jean kept her
blade firmly jammed into the dream king's side.
"You have to be clever to win over your fear," Jean
explained. "For instance, stab them when they're taunting you.
That's how weaklings like me win against the strong."
The dream king staggered, tripping on the rise before
his throne, falling into the black iron chair. "How... you... how
could you be able to..."
"I won't bother to explain it again," Jean said.
The king of dreams was dead. His shade vanished.
Myth could only hope that was the true Nightmare,
and not just a copy of him. But she knew that wasn't going to be
the case; Lina was going to have to take on the original. That's
how the myth worked. She just hoped the others wouldn't have too
much trouble with their fights.
Angela backed against the stone wall, her feathered
wings scorched and bloody. The Council of Dragons continued to advance
on her, each face a mask of identical disappointment, each bearing tearing
claws with her own lifeblood on them...
"Failure," they chanted, in unison. "Failure.
"I always did what was best for the Dragons!!" Angela
protested. She had sank too far into the dream to realize what it
was, and frantically tried to defend her life. "I sought nothing
for myself! I preserve life! I do!"
"Liar," they accused. "Liar. Liar.
Weakly, Angela summoned her power, putting a glamor
on herself. "I.. I am Angela of the Dragons. I am fair, as
wise, and moderate in all things, like a force of--"
"Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite--"
"STOP, STOP!" Angela shouted, curling up into a
ball, trying to cover her ears. "I'm SORRY! I just wanted..
I wanted to be special above others, and... I didn't think--"
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
A fierce pounding sounded on the walls of Angela's
personal nightmare, like a force beating its way in... distracting her
from her self-loathing. She glanced up -- and saw Nightmare's face
on each of the Dragons, their true identity.
"A trick," Angela said. "You're tricking me!"
The four merged into one Dragon, a creature of goodness
and light that bore the face of Nightmare. "It's the truth, isn't
it? You nominated yourself to your task. You deliberately sought
every opportunity for bettering yourself. You disobey orders.
You're a poor excuse for a Dragon!"
"..I do," Angela agreed, gathering a ball of burning
whiteness the side of a boulder, sucking more power than she could tolerably
hold into it. "And maybe I am. But I will not hear that from
The two clashed, light consuming them as they fought--
The wall shattered, stiff dream bubble pierced as
Bugger charged through, enraged at being locked out in the first place.
He had to shield his eyes from the pain of witnessing so much white magic,
knocked backwards from the force of the fight, unable to approach...
"Angela, you dimwit! Get out of there!" Bugger
ordered, voice like spittle on pavement. "You'll blow yourself up
Sometimes Bugger wondered if his words were what
caused the event. It was his domain to make your day turn out badly,
and that's exactly what happened; Nightmare, unable to cope with the strain
on his body, detonated. Angela flew away, landing on the idea of
a ground, a lot of her body missing, a wholly disgusting mess. She
only had one of her wings, her preened and cared after wings.
Cursing in sixteen languages, Bugger took a more
human form and went to her side. "See? That's what happens.
Some days, you just LOSE, Dragon or not."
"I got him..." Angela bubbled, in a near death euphoria.
"I showed him who I was. I can have some glory of my own, can't I?
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Bugger said. He appraised
her injuries. "You're going, gel. Out of the bloody park."
"'tis a noble end--"
"There ain't no such thing as a noble end!" Bugger
said, offended by the very concept. "Believe me, I know. The
end is wet and nasty and smells bad! That's all there is, and you
deserve... you.. oh, soditall! I think I can bring you back
from this, if you trust me..."
Angela looked up at Bugger, confused. "..how?.."
"You ain't gonna like it," Bugger said, readying
a flow of black energy over his palms. "And you'll be the first person
I've ever tried Black Healing on. You ain't gonna kick. Call
it the one thing I want to go RIGHT today."
Lina landed on terra non firma, facing off against Nightmare.
"A swordfight," he recognized, forming a blade of
darkness. "Very well. Let's--"
"Wait up a minute," Lina said, holding a hand to
signal a time out.
"What is it this time?" Nightmare asked.
"I just want to make sure of something," Lina said,
leaning on her sword, loitering like a professional slacker. "It
won't take long--"
An explosion of earth was heard, faintly to Lina's
left, as well as a death rattle.
"I believe that would be Bugger crumpling one of
your shadows into a little wad," Lina said. "That didn't sound good.
And you're still here, so that must not have been the real you..."
"What are you trying to prove, Lina Inverse?"
"Shhh! I'm busy!" Lina said.
A minute or more passed, and the sound of a sword
sinking into someone's ribs was next.
"And that would be Myth, disposing of her nightmare,"
Lina said. "I'm proud of her. She's had a lot to go through
thanks to you, you know--"
An explosion of sound, a holy note ringing in her
"Last but not least, Angela," Lina said.
"Angela lies dying," Nightmare responded, proudly.
"Her sacrifice to stop me was in vain."
"Because you're the real thing, right?" Lina said.
"The factory original. I suspected as much. It's me you want,
the others were just some side fun. By the way, where's Xelloss?
I know this is about more, but I personally would like to have him returned."
"Oh, very well," Nightmare said, tossing Xelloss
at Lina by his hair. The priest flew ungracefully through the air,
landing at her feet. "He's all yours, for as long as you live.
I simply needed to keep his spells away from your ears."
"Didn't do much good," Lina noted. "So.
You get your sword up and and I'll get mine and we'll kill each other like
civilized people. Sound fair?"
"Yes," Nightmare said. "Very fair."
Lina charged Nightmare, sword
ready at her side; but the wingless just stood there.
"I don't do fair," Nightmare
said, and sent a dark pulse towards her--
headfirst into a battle of fire and lightning, Lina, Gourry and Zelgadis
facing down Shaburanigdo, the Demon King of All, the Ultimate Evil.
All their resources were exhausted.
Dragon Slave was useless against him, as were all the spells of Shamanism,
and Gourry's sword was like a toothpick. There was only one spell
left, which Lina had used once before... but it was risky. Chances
were, she'd be consumed by darkness and doom the world...
...and didn't she? In
another place and time, surviving the horror of her mistake, destroying
everything and ending up an insane, paranoid madwoman... she can't take
that risk! She can't!
Fear gripped Lina's throat,
threatening to choke her. She looked to Gourry and Zelgadis for help,
and they looked at her the same way; hoping Lina had some hidden ace up
her sleeve she'd play in the game. Betting on her luck.
Lina broke free. "Okay,
I have one last trick I can do," she told Shaburanigdo, wagering.
"And if this doesn't work, I'll give up."
Her sword glowed gold, Luck
at Nightmare, who was not pleased that Lina had broken free of his dream.
"You will not reach me!" he
declared, another dark pulse flying--
was on the Island of Ultimate Despair, watching the darkness consume the
entire island, creeping out to sea. This was not good.
She had a tool she could use.
But she didn't want to; it was part of that damn prophecy, and she'd be
walking directly into some cockamamie, hero-of-the-day, predicted chosen
warrior trap if she did! It was the kind of stupid thing a lantern
jawed, no brains hero would do. Those sorts of people had a low life
But if not that, what?
The darkness from other Lina's mirror was going to engulf the world.
This was all she had. Would it work? It was a Giga spell, and
she knew what the Giga Slave could do if you messed it up... fear...
Lina wouldn't mess it up,
After all, it was perfectly
Dramatic for her to save the day with the big spell and start down another
series of weird journeys. That's how it worked.
Her sword shone, glinting
the sunlight with a *PINGGG!*, as Drama was her ally--
worked faster now, sending dual pulses towards her--
was trapped inside the mechanisms of the Sub Ways. This was foreign
equipment from an era long gone. How the heck was Lina, who only
knew these little cookbook spells, supposed to do anything? She could
fiddle with the equipment for years and never make headway. Myth
was gone for good without the knowledge of the past. No user manual,
Of course, the thaumatological
hackers had no manual either. They just relied on a sheer dogged
determination to make it work. Anything was Reasonable with the right
thinking -- even causing a Paradox, pulling someone through time and space
when any sane person knew that time and space were definite, unmodifiable
at Nightmare, now more confident, her sword thundering with energy and
ready to strike him down.
"You will not be Chaos!
I AM Chaos!" Nightmare shouted, hurling another blast at her. "I
am the Lord of Nightmares!!"--
and left to crawl on the rocky cave floor, which was tearing at her pretty
new dress, crying.
"They still aren't paying
the ransom?!" the bandit leader asked. "But... it's their little
girl! What are these people made of, ice? I thought you said
they were made of MONEY!"
"The mother is made of money,"
a bandit said. "And the father. I guess they just care about
the money more."
Lina didn't understand.
She was alone here and these bad men were going to hurt her, and her parents
didn't care? Why? Wasn't she a good enough girl? She
didn't mean to be naughty and sneak into sister's treasure chest!
She was sorry! She wanted to go home, go home! It was all her
It was all her fault, right?
She hid when she heard the bandits, and they accidentally took her.
They took her. It was her... it was their fault. THEY took
She hated them. Lina
hated all these stupid bandits who would take little girls, and rob people,
and make people unhappy. Someone should be stopping them from doing
that. Maybe she could stop them. Loathing filled her, Loathing
of the robbers. Once she was out of here, she'd see to it nobody
had to be afraid again!--
now, as Nightmare kept his blade up, in case she made it far enough to
hit him, strike him down...
One last attempt. Nightmare
willed up all the horrors he could imagine, tuned them to Lina's mind,
memory now, pure imagination, black imagination as Lina was held back by
unseen hands, prevented from running to help...
"Lina!!" Gourry shouted, being
pulled away by similar forces, but ones Lina could see; terrible monsters,
hooks and chains, claws and teeth ready to tear Gourry Gabriev apart, licking
their lips, ready and willing, wanting to shred him for Lina to see, to
Fear hit Lina stronger than
ever before, seeing him pulled from her, wishing she could act, wanting
him back, needing him, needing power to get him, needing him and wishing
he was safe...
"NOOO!!" Lina screamed, flaring
with an aura of chaos, of golden energy. She burned through the hands
of her captors, running after Gourry, the monsters running too, keeping
her at distance, making the distance larger and longer, every foot she
gained she lost, monsters on her heels, likely going to die, not caring,
pushing on, fueled by something stronger than fear...
And why did she do this?
"You can't have him, you freaks!"
Lina yelled, sword flaring brighter than the sun as she made one desperate
lunge for the beasts. "Gourry, I LOVE YOU!!"
Lina's blade struck home--
--and Nightmare coughed blood,
eyes wide in incomprehension. The sword had slashed him from shoulder
to stomach, parting him like butter, leaving behind a trail of chaos, fractal
cuts to his body.
"How...?" he asked.
"Because that's how the story
ends," Lina said, pulling out her sword, the final step to reaffirm the
The form of Nightmare swirled
with blackness, trying to heal itself and recover, but it was a losing
battle. Melting back into the dreamstuff around him, losing his personality
and sentience, the king of dreams returned to the ashes from which he came.
A tiny blaze of gold launched from the mess, seemingly relieved to be away
from it, and swung around to impact against Lina's back; and unfolded,
a pair of brilliant golden wings, chaos embodied.
Lina leaned heavily on her
sword, catching her breath, fluttering her wings to exercise some stiffness
out of them. Soon after, her companions arrived... from where?
Myth approached first.
"Yeah," Lina said. "Got
him. How're you guys?"
Bugger helped a limping
Angela along. Something seemed different about her...
"Why's one of your wings black and leathery while
the other's white and fluffy?" Lina asked.
"Don't ask," Angela pleaded. "Please don't
Story copyright 1998 Stefan Gagne, characters copyright H. Kanzaka
/ R. Araizumi.
A Spoof Chase Production.