[color:"#a0a0ff"]DISCOVERY IN SOMEWHERE
"Ohhhh, please, just this time, I promise I won't do anything bad..."
I closed my eyes and wished desperately for a knife. Ha, it worked!!! Well, the knife had no sharp edge but it was perfect for my plan. I ripped off that silly gown and and cut off the skirt part. At last, I was able to move about freely. My pants had been washed, were dry and I wore them again.
BeeGee looked at me curiously.
"Hey, never seen a human female? Turn around, young man - that's not very polite of you."
He floated up the remains and tried to wrap himself into the cloth. I ignored it and then set to work at the upper part of the former gown, shortening the sleeves. Yep! I slipped into my newly created shirt - still looked a little silly in the bustier part - and then went into a wrestling contest with the imp, because I wanted to keep the rest and put it into my satchel. BeeGee clung to the cloth desperately, so I let go abruptly and both - cloth and imp - sailed through the air until a bush stopped their journey. He looked at me with remorse. I stuck out my tongue:
"Baaaah, don't mess with me, it's your own fault. And don't chitter-chatter me, I'm in a very bad mood."
Squeezing the sleeves into my satchel my eyes fell upon the magic mirror again. I took it out, settled down next to a tree comfortably.
"Hey, Little One, want to join me? Let's have a look at what the other tourists are up to, hm?"
He looked the other way and I shrugged my shoulders, fidgeting with the gems, I found DQueene again - this time she seemed to be in a sort of cellar, wincing in pain an ugly troll towering over her. My blood pressure grew - why am I trapped here??? I zoomed in, helpless anger flooded me, filled my brains, muscles and total body. I saw cages in there, animals trapped - and then I saw a little foal... OUCH, my crystal amulet burned! I grabbed it and held it away from me. The objects in there danced a wild jig, the long silver hair was writhing and winding, glittering in all colours. I took off the amulet, dropped the mirror and the objects calmed down again.
Hmmmmmmmm, strange!
I picked up the mirror again and noticed that the crystal objects reacted again and after some experimenting - zooming in and out - I finally made out the cause for this commotion: The foal - or to be exact the young filly there - had something to do with the hair's reaction. I took a closer look: The poor little beast was in a bad shape: it's ribs stood out, it's hair was shaggy, unbelievably dirty and it's eyes were dull, nearly no life energy left. And then I saw a wound on it's forehead, something had been sawed off cruelly- FEATHERWING!!! Unicorn's Nightwind's baby!!! ARGH, I found it and can't do anything!
GODDAMN, NERO - get me out of here, I have to fulfill my promise![/color]
