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The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles take Master Splinter back to New York shortly after the talent show. I bum out because no one could train with me now. The weeks wear on into months, and two people approach me a couple of days before graduation.

"Miss Falcon?" a tall graying brown haired and eyed gentleman asks me.

"That's me, who are you?"

"My name is Mike Ferniz, a manager. I saw the report on your singing ability, and I would like to know if you have any plans after you graduate."

"I haven't really though about it. I've tried to get scholarships, but no one wants me. I want a college education with writing, singing, and artistic drawing." I sigh as he lightly takes a hold of my hand.

"Ma'am, you have the talent of a super rock star. I want to help you come to fame. Would you like that?"

"Yes, what all will I have to do?"

"For one, dress as you did during the talent show. Two, come up with a way of making yourself stand out of the crowd."

"My lioness outfit should be enough, shouldn't it?"

"No, anyone can mimic that. Even if you have to change the way you talk. Anything. Also, come up with a catchy name. One other thing, do you have a band?"

"No, I do naught have a band. I prefer to have auditions for my sounds, if that is all right with thee?"

"That's perfect! Speak that way when you speak and sing, then you will stand out. Now, for a name for yourself."

"White Lioness... My name is White Lioness."

"Beautiful. Yes, we'll arrange for the auditions and tell you who..."

"No, I wish to be there to hear them. I will know who will make beautiful music with me and who will naught. I wish to pick them, for I know what to listen for in their playing."

"Okay, we'll set up the audition and let you know."

"As long as I can graduate first. My graduation ceremony is on June 5, so schedule it for after the 10^th that way I can cool down from the excitement from it and the move. Agreed?"

"Okay, but we'll have to hustle. Chiao!" I watch the two men stride away quickly as I turn back to my shopping.

The next couple of days are hectic as my folks learn that I am going to become a singer. Between them trying to stop me and going to class in order not to have to take the finals, my days are very busy. I still train in my fighting style and my singing. I sigh as my folks try to talk me out of taking singing seriously.

"Christal, we are just looking out for you. You can't become a singer. It is just too demanding on anyone, least of all you. Please, do not sing."

"Mom, I trust your instincts. Do they tell you I'll die poor or a horrible death?"

"No..."

"Then there is nothing to discuss. I want to sing, and that is final." I storm away from them as they try to stop me. My door slams shut as I start getting around for the graduation ceremony. I put the white outfit and graduation gown on me, grab my keys and purse, and leave for the ceremony.

After the ceremony and receiving my Advanced Studies diploma, I head over the party and have fun making "money" and winning prizes. At the end of the night, or er day, since it was an all nighter, I "will" money to those juniors who will be seniors the following year. I had too much to will to just one person, and there was a limit as to how much one could will, so I divided the money and willed it to at least 10 people with about $500 a person.

I spend the day sleeping while my family packs up to move again. Such is my life due to my father retiring from the Marines. I drive U.S.A.-1, our Chevy blue van, to our new home while mom and dad drive two moving vans. Movers wait for me at the house.

"You must be tired, White Lioness. Rest, we'll get you unpacked."

"Forget it. They be my family. I will help finish then we can be on our way." It takes us pretty much all day to unpack and make the house a home. I gather only what I need, and we head out to the auditions. I sleep on the way there.

I listen to those who are wanna be's to actual potential. None of them know that their fates rest in my hands as I listen backstage, looking for the entire world like a roadie. There is some grumbling from various players as they tune their instruments.

"Here, roadie. Get me a drink. Hot tea with just a twist of lemon and two spoons of sugar," a blond hair man with green eyes commands me. I look up at him and point to myself. "Yes, you. I might give you my autograph if you do it right." He goes back to plunking his guitar. "Where is this White Lioness? I want to show her that I'm the best for her voice." I roll my eyes as I get his drink.

"One hot tea, twist of lemon and two spoons of sugar, if thou please," I ask politely to the vendor.

"Hey, ain't ya'..." I quickly clamp my hand over his mouth.

"Yes... Please do not give me away. I want to see how they treat everyone. The blond, so far, is not good, for my voice or me. Please, I ask thee to keep quiet about who I am," I whisper into his ear. Then, I raise my voice, "In thy own opinion, who do thou think she will choose?"

"Mmm, hard to say. They're all good. The ones that I've seen that have been nice to the roadies are the raven hair blue eyes bass guitar, silver mane green eye drums, blond hair brown eye lead guitar, and black hair brown eyed sax." He points out each one as I not. The guitars being white males, drums and sax being female with the drums white and the sax brown.

"I agree. Thanks." I quickly take the tea and hand it to the pompous guitar player as he drinks it down quickly as I quickly move into my dressing room and change.

About five minutes later, murmurs go around about the White Lioness not showing. Many start to leave while the managers and producers try to stop them. Everyone voices their complaints about their time wasted. The lights dim as center stage darkens.

Heart, don't fail me now!
Courage, don't desert me!

Stepping into the light, I, as the White Lioness move, singing.

Don't turn back, now that we're here.
People always say
Life is full of choices,
No one mentions fear!

Everyone cringes and turns to look and listen to me as I motion them back onto the stage.

Or how the world can seem so vast,
On a journey.....to the past!

Soon every player is on stage, finding the beat as I sing. As the vendor predicted, it is those five plus one brown hair raven eye deep brown man playing keyboard that I do not tap to get off the stage.

Somewhere down this road,
I know someone's waiting.
Years of dreams just can't be wrong!
Arms will open wide.
I'll be safe and wanted.
Finally home where I belong.
Well, starting now, I'm learning fast
On this journey to the past!

Soon, it is only we seven up on stage, playing beautifully. The guitar player who was haughty to me, sighs softly as he listens, a tear falling down his cheek.

Home, love, family.
There was once a time
That I had them too.
Home, love, family.
I will never be complete
Until I find thee!

Our music brings claps in tune to the drummer's beat and humming with my singing the words.

One step at a time,
One hope, then another!
Who knows where this road may go?
Back away from who I was,
On to my own future.
Things my heart still needs to know!
Yes, let this be a sign!
Let this road be mine!
Let it lead me from my past!
And bring me home
At last!¹

"That is beautiful, White Lioness. Are these the ones you pick?" one of the producers asks me.

"Yes, these six add to my voice. We art perfect now. Thou, blond hair, I see thy tears. If thou saw the tears of that roadie who was fired for not doing her job instead of getting thee thy tea...," I state, pointing to the guitar player who had ordered me. I see the shock and the shame in those emerald eyes.

"I didn't know roadies could get in trouble for helping possible band members. Please, where is she now? I owe her an apology..."

"Gone. They fired her on the spot. This was not the first time that she did something for a band member. I saw her leave in tears, and she would not even talk to thee, after the way thou treated her. No thank thee from thee."

He lovers his head further. "I feel badly. Where is the man who fired her?"

"He hast left for the day."

"What is his name?"

"Thou will never find him. Why dost thou ask?"

"So I can talk some sense into him," he growls softly. I nod softly, looking into his defiant eyes.

"I want thee as second guitar. Let us hear how thou and I sound together." He climbs back up on stage and plays with us. The producers and managers nod approvingly to the eight of us performing.

We cut an album and a couple of singles to get our ball of fame rolling. We take off like a rocket, soaring up the charts. Soon the album goes platinum with two of the singles.

"It's time to take our show on the road," I announce one day. Jeanine, our silver maned drummer twirls her sticks. Aieo, the sax player, finger plays her sax. Rahimi, our keyboard player, reads the newspaper while Bryan, our raven hair bass guitarist, channel surfs. Ryder, lead guitarist, and Michael, back up guitarist, play a card game.

They look up at me, smirking. "About time," Aieo states.

"We will be leaving in a couple of days for our country tour. Then we'll take on the world," I proclaim.

The next few days we pack and schedule our path. "Since we're in Hollywood, let's start here and work our way south and east, then north to New York, over to Chicago to Seattle, and then Los Angeles," Bryan suggests.

"What about the southern track?" Jeanine asks.

"Dallas, Los Vegas, New Orleans, Atlanta, and Orlando," Michael adds.

"Mmm... That sounds like a game plan. What about Alaska and Hawaii?" I ask.

"They can be individually hit when we do the world tour. Is that okay?" Michael answers and then asks.

"That sounds perfect," Rahimi replies.

We finish planning while I do some of my own. "Hello? Yes, I would like to order the newest model of your Chevy Silverado pickup truck with a full cap... A king cab with a stick shift, a CB with dual antennas, and if possible four wheel drive... Okay.... The price? Mmm... I only ask that the colors not be yellow, white, black, gray, pink, violet, or any tint, shade, or type of those. Where shall I send the full payment?" I write down the address and the amount. "Is it okay if I deliver the payment in person then tell thou where I would like the vehicle sent and pick up the keys? Good. I'll be there in a few minutes." I replace the phone as I sit and think before picking it up again. "Hello? I need a cab please. Have him pick me up at the Hotel Ritz on Main Street. Thank thee."

I sneak downstairs, dressed in my street form as Christal Falcon. The cab waits for me as I climb in and give the cabbie the bank's address. I sit back and enjoy the ride. I arrive at the bank and ask him to wait for me. I withdraw from my account the exact amount for the truck and my cab fare. I then get back into the cab and tell him the Chevy's lot address. I pay for my truck and tell them the address to send the keys since we have made reservations in each city we will be stopping.

Soon, we are ready and head out to Anaheim, California. The journey is rough on us all, but we arrive at our hotel and disembark. We check into our rooms and get some sleep. After a good night's sleep, I am up before the dawn to check with the hotel to see if my keys arrived. I collect my keys for my vehicle and read the enclosed letter.

Dear Miss Falcon,

We greatly appreciate your business and promptness to pay for your vehicle in full. As requested, we sent you your keys, and your truck is parked in lot F, space 10 in the downtown Anaheim parking garage located on Fifth Street. We hope that you will do business with us again. Thank you.

Sincerely,

The Chevrolet Staff

I smile softly as I call a cab to go to the parking lot. Just because I am famous does not mean that I can not move in relative ease. I smirk again as no one recognizes me after I pay my fare and go into the garage.

"Mmmm. Lot F is up." I climb up the stairs and take a quick look around me. "Spaces 40 through 70. Mmm, in front, 45 and to my left 43. I have to head to the right." I walk slowly, counting until I stop at 10. I lift my head up and see the Chevy Silverado red truck with blue designs and a red cap and dual red CB antennas. I clap my hands as I walk around him. "Perfect." I look inside and see the clutch stick. "Round to unlock and square to drive." I smile as I fit the rounded end key into the lock. I get inside the truck, having to step up into him and make the necessary adjustments of my seat and steering wheel column. I slip on my black leather driving gloves, grip the wheel, press in both clutch and brake petals with my left and right foot respectively, slide the other key into the ignition, and turn the key. The truck roars to life as I smile again. I do a quick run through on the gears, brake release, light switches, and CB. I make the necessary adjustments to make myself comfortable.

I release the brake, shift the truck into reverse, and slowly back him out of the parking spot, using the mirrors and looking over my shoulder to check for traffic. I shift my way to the "Duck Pond" and exploring. I park and go inside the skating rink only to see no one on the ice. I sigh softly as I go to the office to see about renting the rink and some skates.

"Just for yourself?" the manager asks.

"Yes, unless thou know someone who can teach me. I would like to learn to fly on the ice."

"Mmm. Let me check. I'll be right back."

I sit quietly, waiting for him to return. I hear him and the heavy steps of three others. Then, I hear them talking.

"Phil, just because we are here doesn't mean that we will teach everyone how to skate who has money."

"At least see her. She is interesting and attractive. Come on, dubies."

"Inner peace can be achieved through knowledge. She must merely hunger for knowledge."

They step through the door, and I stand, turning to see the manager return with three 7-foot tall male biped ducks behind him. They wait for some form of reaction. I extend my hand to them.

"My name is Christal Falcon. I have read that the Mighty Ducks are the best skaters on Earth. Could thou please teach me? I am a quick learner."

"You said thou. Why?" the big gray duck asks me.

"I am under the White Lioness's wing...."

"The White Lioness? No way!" Phil states.

"Yes, art thou fans of hers?"

"We listen to her music. But we can't go to her concert...," the slim gray duck with "bangs" explains.

"Because it is sold out," the white duck wearing a white hockey mask finishes.

"I could get tickets. How many dost thou need?"

"Seven," Phil answers before any of the ducks could respond.

"And backstage passes same number?"

"To see her? If ya' could..."

"Done." I quickly whip out tickets and passes, counting them out to them and put the rest of them back into my pockets. "Okay, who is all going, and how art the names spelled?"

"Wildwing spelled W-i-l-d-w-i-n-g. Nosedive spelled N-o-s-e-d-i-v-e."

"Grin, G-r-i-n."

"Duke L'Orange spelled capital d-u-k-e, capital l apostrophe capital o-r-a-n-g-e. Tanya spelled capital t-a-n-y-a."

"Phil spelled P-h-i-l, and Mallory spelled M-a-l-l-o-r-y."

"Got it," I state as I write their names on the tickets and passes. Then I hand them to the white duck. "I'll only be in town while she is."

"Okay, Phil, get some skates. What shoe size?"

"Size 8 1/2," I state as Phil then goes to get the skates.

Soon I am out on the ice, trying to stay upright. They are chuckling as Wildwing, the white duck, works with me. My ankles slowly get used to skating, and I pick up my courage. The ducks move off the ice as I slowly move gracefully on the ice. Soon my eyes close as I move to the melody that I hear in my head.

"Woah, if I didn't hear her say she's a quick learner, I would not believe it."

I come to a stop as I smile softly. "I would like to see if I can skate to music, could I?" I show them the tape as Phil comes out onto the ice and takes the tape. He trots up to the control booth, and soon wordless music plays as I move slowly in time to the music.

"Hey, this sounds like the White Lioness's music."

"It is," I answer as I sing softly a song in harmony to the music.

"She sounds like the White Lioness," Duke states as he steps onto the ice with me. Soon the two of us are skating together. He "dances" with me as the rest watch with open mouths. The song ends, and we bow and smile as they clap.

Duke leans closer to me and whispers into my ear, "You have to be the White Lioness. Only she can sing like that."

"Please, don't tell anyone. I want my identity to remain secret," I whisper back to Duke. He nods as we skate to the rest. "I might see thee at the concert. Thank thee for the lessons."

I head back to the hotel and sneak back into my room, changing into the White Lioness, and ordering my truck to be taken to Las Vegas. Then I head to the concert hall and help everyone tune and prepare for the concert.

That night, I sing. My eyes see the ducks in the front row for those people who are fortunate enough to get backstage passes. Nosedive, a white duck with blond brown hair, places his two middle fingers into his beak and whistles while Mallory, the red head, waves up to us. Everyone enjoys the concert. Then, I nod to the guards offstage and motion to the ducks. They understand as they escort the ducks out of the audience and around backstage. At first, they think that the tickets are fraud until the guards point out onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Mighty Ducks!" I exclaim with my musical voice. At first, they are reluctant to come onstage until I grab Duke and haul his feathers onto the stage. The two of us dance and perform, trying to get the others to come out from hiding.

"They can face hockey players, crime, and evil aliens, but when it comes to this sort of action, they don't know what to do. Come on, people. Let's really show them that they are welcomed here," Jeanine exclaims as she drums out a beat.

"Come on, ducks. Let's Rock!" Ryder cries out loud as he strikes the guitar chords.

"They must think that we can just keep playing, all night long," Bryan winks to Aieo as she continues to play a mean sax while he adds bass guitar chords to the music.

Michael sighs as he and Rahimi dash offstage and pull the rest of the ducks onstage. Michael takes Wildwing, Tanya, and Nosedive while Rahimi takes Grin, Phil, and Mallory. Soon the audience claps and cheers us on as we continue to rock.

Suddenly there is an explosion as Duke covers me, and a big red Saurian like creature steps onto the stage. Behind him are several large red robots, training their lasers on us.

"What do you want, Dragonus?" Wildwing asks as he aims his puck launcher at the large red reptile.

"I merely wish to request the White Lioness to do a special concert for all the people of this city. Of course, singing lyrics that I have written and put music to it."

"What makes you think...," Duke starts.

"Hold them up, Duke," I interrupt as I stand up to look at the saurian. "What will thou do if I refuse?"

"I shall kill every fan in this auditorium."

"White Lioness, you can't..."

"Use that mask of thine to see if he hast us surrounded, Wildwing," I state softly to the angry Mighty Duck. He presses the temples of his hockey mask and looks around the area. His sigh confirms my fears as he moves next to me.

"There is too many, even for us."

"I am not going to risk their lives not to sing." I motion to the silent crowd. "Nor that of my band." I sigh as I move forward towards the towering lizard. "Thou hast me, but not my band members."

"I want all of White Lioness..."

I smirk as I reply, "Thou art looking at the entire White Lioness. They are the White Lioness Company." He growls as Ryder places his hand on my shoulder. I turn my elegant leonine face slightly towards him. "Hmm?"

"I don't think that is what he meant..."

"I will not endanger my fans or my crew. He either takes me alone, or he's going to find out why else I chose a lion as my costume."

"But, She-cat...," Bryan starts.

"Ryder, Bri, Mike, DJ, Saxa, and R-Man, to me thou art my family. I'll live and die for my family. Dragonus is just going to have to be happy with me. If not..."

"She-cat, you're crazy," Rahimi starts as he twirls a finger against the side of his head.

"If you think we'll let you face that monster alone," Aieo finishes as she picks up her saxophone.

"We are coming with you, whether you like it or not," Michael states.

"But, R-Man, Saxa, Mike...," I try to start.

"No buts, She-cat. We're coming and that's final," Jeanine states as she crosses her arms. I sigh softly as I just shake my head.

"Thou don't know the situation...," I try again.

"We understand it perfectly. You're just too used to doing things on your own, She-cat," Bryan states. I throw my hands up in the air.

"Fine, but if anything happens," I leave the comment hanging as Duke and Wildwing both grab my arms.

"You can't...," Duke starts.

"You don't know what he has in mind."

"Can thou offer the safety of the audience and my band? Can thou?" They shake their heads. "I must do what will not cost any lives. A simple song, one I will sing and no more. Is this understood, Dragonus?"

"Perfectly, but if they ask you for another, would you?"

"Perhaps." I look at my band. "Depending how long the song was that thou'll have us perform."

"Good. We'll talk. Say goodbye to your audience and fans for now," Dragonus chuckles.

I slowly step to the microphone and pick it up with a sigh. "My friends, most recent developments have arisen. I will make this up to thee..."

"Of course, she will. All of you are invited to my concert. Free food, drinks and souvenirs to all who attend. I will announce the location on the local television station. Come, White Lioness. We'll make beautiful music together."

The Mighty Ducks bristle at his statement but I stop them by a motion of my hand. "No, this is not the place nor the time. I'll find out what he is up to and try to stop him. Don't worry about me. There is more to this lioness than meets the eye." I smirk as I follow Dragonus out of the building. My band follows with Dragonus's people carrying the equipment.

"Hey, careful with those drums, Big Red," Jeanine states as the burly red lizard hefts her drums up, not very carefully.

"Back off, soft skin," he growls at my drummer.

"Dragonus, please. It is hard enough on me to keep myself from bolting, but my band's instruments are specially made for their talents. They won't perform with anything else if something happens to their instruments. Is this understood, Dragonus?"

"Perfectly, Siege, watch it with those instruments. If you break them or even damage them in any way, I'll take it out of your scaly hide!"

We make it to the ship without further incident. Each member of the band looks around the ship in wonder as Dragonus hands me several sheets of music. I do a quick scan over the words.

"Thou art kidding, right?"

"Not at all, dear girl. He never kids," the tall thin creature named Wraith states silently.

"You will sing this words or else!" Dragonus booms as we are left alone to our own devices for a while.

"What do you think ol' lizard lips is up to?" Rahimi asks as he looks at the music.

"I do not know, R-Man. This music will destroy us," Ryder states as he hands a sheet to Bryan.

"Man, I want to beat my sticks on that monster's head," Jeanine states as she glances over Rahimi's shoulder.

"These words. They could be used as hypnosis, but none of us are capable of it," Aieo states as she crosses her arms.

"Hmm, hypnosis..." I rub my chin slightly as I remember what the Turtles told me before they left to go home.

"Man, how did you wow the crowd like that?" Michaelangelo asks me.

"In my mind, I kept running the words, "I am the best. They love my singing and music. I will win..." I just thought positive thoughts about my singing."

"Child, I believe that you may have hypnotic powers. Everyone in the audience wanted more, and with each song, they wanted even more," Master Splinter states.

"Hmm, could he know?" I ask quietly to myself. "I'll sing the songs but think something else. Maybe help the people to be more friendly towards different people who mean them no harm. Give everyone a chance to show their true colors." I smirk softly.

"Well? What do ya' think, She-cat?" Ryder asks me.

"Do not worry about it. I will make sure that it will not ruin us or do any harm to our people."

For a couple of hours we practice the lyrics and music of the songs he gave us. A small green reptile standing about 4 feet comes into the room, smirking softly as we perform and perfect the music. I notice him and nod, causing him to blush a little.

"Are you ready to perform, White Lioness?" Dragonus appears at the doorway.

"As ready as we'll ever be with this sorry excuse for a song," Ryder mutters softly to himself. My lioness ears pick up slightly as I turn to Dragonus.

"Yes, we are," I respond to him as he leads the way to the park. Siege, Wraith, and Chameleon help us set up our equipment while Dragonus makes the announcement. I go with him to help confirm the show time.

"We interrupt this program to make an announcement," the local newsman states on the channel. "We are live with Dragonus and White Lioness."

"This is Dragonus, and as I have promised, the White Lioness will have a special concert for everyone with free food, drinks, and souvenirs. It will take place at the South Side Park at 6 p.m. tonight. Come early to get good seats. White Lioness?"

"Yes, my friends. I await to see the number of people who'll attend. Let everyone know who may not watch this station. Thank thee and bless thee."

That night found us preparing to sing and perform. I do a quick look from behind the curtain and whistle softly. My lioness tail's tip twitches slightly in wonderment.

"What is it, She-cat?" Aieo asks as she finger plays her part.

"A full house, Saxa. Standing room only and they're still packing them into the park. No one wants to be left out of this concert," I answer as I close the curtain.

"You're joking, right?" Jeanine asks as she nervously taps her sticks in the air.

Bryan goes to the curtain, opens it a little, and whistles softly as well. "She is not kidding, DJ. I barely see the end of the line."

"Okay, get into your places, people," Chameleon states as he claps his hands and rushes pass us. We obediently move into position while I turn my back towards the crowd. I nod to Jeanine who starts the beat on her drums. Behind the curtain and me, some people start to shush their friends. Then I nod to Aieo whose saxophone rises with the curtain, blaring in everyone's ears.

Bryan cools down the heat with his steady thrumming on his bass guitar. Michael adds his seasoning with his guitar, then Ryder spices the music even more using his lead guitar and moves to get the crowd cheering. Soon it becomes a duel between Michael and Ryder with Bryan trying to cool down the fires. I smirk as I hear the crowd chant my name. My feline ears turn just slightly towards the crowd as each of the band nods at me.

I turn quickly, my fingers curling into claws as I sing. My eyes and movements show feralness as I sing and dance to the beat and rhythm. As I sing, I think thoughts of how everyone is different and that just as there are bad humans, there are also good aliens. In my mind and thoughts, I also add that there is no such thing as a normal human.

Soon the song ends with Ryder, Aieo and I all hitting high notes and explosions going off around the stage. The crowd cheers as Dragonus rushes to the stage. He smirks as he turns to the crowd.

"Now that you are obedient of me, I command you to surrender your city to me."

A piece of fruit flies through the air and hits him in the face. I smirk as Siege, Wraith, and Chameleon rush to the stage. The crowd pelts them with food and boos.

"It seems that your plan backfired, Lord Dragonus," Wraith states as he ducks a hunk of tomato.

"Why didn't it work?" Dragonus fumes as he grabs me and teleports us out of there.

"She-cat!" Bryan shouts as he jumps after us.

"No!" Jeanine cries as she and Aieo stop the guys from following the reptiles and me.

After we transport back onto their ship, Dragonus throws me roughly into a chair. I growl at him as Siege holds me still. Wraith rubs his chin while Chameleon cowers a little.

"I know you have hypnotic powers. I want to know how they work," Dragonus roars at me.

"Just as to who I really am is my secret so is the secret of my success. Thou will not threaten me, or I will show thee why else I choose the lioness as my form."

"Bring it on, ya' wimp chimp," Siege hisses angrily into my ear. Seconds later, Siege sees things as they might be seen in China while I slowly stand up onto my feet and brush dirt off my arms.

"We will see who is the inferior species."

"Whoah, she just threw him like he was a rag doll," Chameleon comments as I crouch to prepare for any attack.

"Wraith, ensnare her," Dragonus orders as the tall thin reptile bows and then fires several spells at me. I jump and duck, avoiding the spells as I land on Wraith. My claws sink deep into his hide as he screams in pain. I disable him as I growl and leap at Chameleon before he could attack. I crouch down, watching Dragonus as he looks nervously around him. I bare my teeth and growl low and menacing at him as I stalk towards him.

He grabs a laser and fires. I scream as I feel the fire shear through my flesh. I look at the wound and grin softly at the nervous red reptile. I place a hand on the charred flesh as I advance towards him.

"Should have made thy shot lethal instead of minor, Dragonus." I quickly do a spin kick, knocking the rifle out of his claws.

"I wanted to stop not kill," he states as he drops to his knees in defeat. I extend my claws and place them at his throat.

"And why not?"

"You are wild, yet have an intelligence that rivals my own. You know no fear and fight unmatched against my best. I know now who is superior, and it is not me."

"Thou speak a pretty speech, Dragonus. I will let thee live, but with this warning. Do not rise to attack my people or me again or face my anger once more. Is this understood?"

He nods as I walk away from him. I leave the Raptor but not without doing some damage to their ship. The laser fire charred part of my white outfit, showing burnt flesh and just a little deeper, my white shoulder bone.

Onto Chapter 4.

¹ Liz Calloway "Journey to the Past" remix from Anatasia