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NASHKEL'S DRAGON PROBLEM (CH. 1-3)
RATED: R
WARNINGS: RELENA BASHING-MAJOR
WUFEI BASHING-MINOR
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AN: I like to play AD&D, so I wrote this. A little chart to help you figure this damn thing out, it took me long enough, and I wrote it!
Nashkel's Dragon Problem

Person Character Class Race

Dorothy Swordmaster Half-Elf
Treize Swordmaster Human

Person Character Class Race

Relena NA Elf
Hilde Thief Half-Elf
Sally Cleric Human
Lady UneMage Human
Zechs Fighter Elf

Person Character Class Race

Duo Thief Human
Heero Fighter Elf
Wufei Mage Human
Trowa Ranger Half- Elf
Quatre Cleric Dwarf



PS: not all of the characters will be in the first chapter. I will include the charts in every chapter. And, anything alone in italics is a THOUGHT.


Adventure/Fantasy/Humor
Gundam Wing
Chapter One

guards had arrested them for ‘trespassing on royal grounds’. They put up a good fight…but it wasn’t enough. They had all come from the town of Nashkel, to solve a ‘Dragon problem’ that had arisen. The thief spoke up. “Look at it this way; at least we’re not dead!” The elf glared at him, and also spoke. “But we are imprisoned. And we cannot complete our mission! Foolish thief!”

The ranger, Trowa, shifted. He did not have enough space in the cell to practice acrobatic techniques, so he consoled himself by working on his muscles. But he was concerned. Stress between Duo and Heero had reached a breaking point from their imprisonment.

The bungling mage of the party, Wufei, was trying unsuccessfully to prepare a spell to get them out of the dungeon. The dwarven cleric, Quatre, walked over to help him, even though he only knew priestly magic. Duo picked up one of Wufei’s spell components. It appeared to be a long, thin feather, with strange arcane marks painted on it with dragon blood. “What the Hell is this?” Quatre paled. “Wufei, did you use that in the spell?” Wufei looked at him oddly. “Yes, of course I did…OH SHIT!” Wufei realized what he had done. Quatre ran for a corner, and Wufei dove after him. Everyone looked up to see Quatre and Wufei running for cover. “DUCK!” Quatre yelled. The party only had a few seconds to register the command and do so before half of the cell exploded.

When the dust cleared, Heero rose, and walked menacingly towards the very, very scared wizard. Surprisingly, the elf clapped the mage on the back and congratulated him on getting them a way out. Wufei, who had wet his robes, was immensely relieved. “Hey, mage! You got a wet spot on your robes!” Duo said.

Wufei blushed. He had not wanted to come on this foolish, dishonorable journey, but it was his duty to serve justice. Or so the high mage had said. Dishonorable bastards. They would pay for sending him on this goose chase. Oh well, if he got more powerful, then he’d just spite them.

“Heero, what about our weapons?” Quatre asked timidly. “I don’t know, maybe we’ll…” Duo interrupted. “I could steal them back!” Heero glared. “Don’t interrupt me, thief! As I was saying…” Duo broke in again. “I have a name you know…” Heero glared again, and then, even though Duo was a foot taller, he grabbed the man’s shoulders and pulled him down to head height. He pulled Duo’s head to his face and hissed, “Interrupt me again, and I’m going to knee your balls up around your ears!” Duo gulped, and hid behind Trowa. Heero glared. “Better.” He said, smirking. Duo stuck his tongue out at Heero. Heero gave a warning glare. Duo hid behind Trowa again. Trowa calmly moved out of the way. He glared at Heero and Duo, one to the other. “This will stop now. You used to be good friends. What happened. Duo?” Trowa turned his semi-angry glare to the tall thief. Duo sighed, and then spoke. “Heero and I got in a fight. We were drunk, and there was no reason for it, but we fought. Ever since then I’ve tried to avoid the elven bastard, but this stupid quest forced me to work with him! And, I’m not forgiving him for my dagger.” His piece said, Duo turned. Heero glared. “Still going on about that dagger incident, are you? Ah well. My side is almost the same as his, but I wasn’t drunk!” Heero glared at the tall thief. Duo turned. “Heero, you couldn’t even stand!”

“YES I COULD!” Heero yelled. Trowa stepped between them and stopped the fight. “Apologize. Now.” Heero and Duo grumbled apologies. “Shake hands.” They shook hands. “Good. Not another argument. Or else…Nagar.” Trowa smiled discreetly. Nagar was his companion. He was a wolf, but was once human, and had also once been Trowa’s adventuring partner.

Heero started his conversation with Quatre back up. “We could break into the armory.” Quatre shook his head. “No. Too obvious. We could actually use Duo’s skills…” Heero glared. “Fine. Duo! Can you steal the weapons back?” Duo grinned a real grin at his friend for the first time in months. “Sure!”

Duo and Heero approached the armory at night. Trowa had insisted that both of them go, and Quatre and Wufei had agreed with him. When they got to the door, Duo cursed. “What is it?” Heero asked. “The lock. It’s a pretty good one. I’m gonna take a while. Watch my back?” Duo replied.

Heero gave a rare smile, but only because Duo couldn’t see it, and said he would. As Duo worked on the stubborn lock, the elf finally took the time to think about what Trowa had said. He surprised himself by finding that he agreed with Trowa.
“Yes!” Duo whispered as he finally got the obstinate lock open. “We’re in!” He peeked around the doorway. “Good, the guards are asleep. We won’t have any trouble. Well, let’s go…” Heero and Duo slipped into the room, Duo hiding in the shadows, and Heero using his elven abilities to walk quietly. The guard snorted. Duo immediately stopped moving. Heero looked to the guard, and saw no signs of waking.

Duo spotted their weapons, and signaled to Heero where they were. They quietly put the weapons in a large bag they had brought, except for their own. Duo then noticed something more interesting. While adventuring, the party had gotten quite a bit of treasure. Duo saw their traveling packs, and motioned to Heero that he was going to get them. Duo silently brought the packs over to Heero. They put theirs on, and put the others into the sack. Then they headed for the door.

Just as they reached it, the guard yawned, and stretched. He slowly stood up. Then he saw what was going on. “Hey! Stop right there!” He yelled. Duo dropped the sack and unsheathed his poisoned daggers. Heero already had his twin scimitars out. The guard rushed at them with his mace. Heero stepped forward and deflected blow after blow. “Duo! Get the stuff back to the others!” Duo ran with the sacks, out into the night to where the others were waiting. “Where is Heero?” Quatre asked quickly. But Duo was already gone.

The guard was gaining the advantage. Heero had lost the use of some of his muscles during his period in ‘King’ Ralard’s dungeon. His defensive parries were getting weaker. The guard broke through, and smashed Heero’s shoulder. Blood gushed out from the wound, and Heero could see the splintered white bone beneath his wound. Heero winced, but kept on fighting. “Heero!” came Duo’s voice. “You suicidal bastard! Stop fighting before you hurt yourself even more!”

And then Duo leaped into the fray, attacking the guard. All the guard could do was block. Eventually, Duo found a hole in the guards’ defenses. He plunged one of his poisoned daggers deep into the guard’s stomach, and ripped it out, effectively gutting the poor man. The man gurgled, and put his hand to his stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood. He coughed, spitting up bright red blood, and collapsed. As he fell to the floor, he managed to strike Duo on the arm. Duo, feeling merciful, slit the man’s throat so he would suffer no more.

Duo wiped his daggers on the dead man’s coat, and put them back in their sheaths. Then he noticed that Heero was quickly losing consciousness. “Hey, Heero? You still alive?”

Heero saw Duo’s concerned face above his. “Yes…I’m…still…your friend…right?”

“Good. You alive. You are my friend. But first, I’m getting you out of here.” With that, Duo picked Heero up, completely disregarding the flow of blood gushing from his wounded arm, and walked out of the armory, to where his fellow adventurers were waiting.

Quatre saw the pair first. “Look!” Trowa and Wufei looked to where the dwarf was pointing, and saw a figure coming through the trees. They ran up, only to see that their friend was badly injured. Quatre took charge. “Duo, put Heero on the ground. No, not like that, yes, that’s right. Trowa, get me my scrolls, please. Wufei…stay out of my way. Duo…did you do this?”

Duo frowned. “No, it was the guard. We are friends again. I swear I didn’t do it.” Quatre looked hard into Duo’s face, and sighed. “I believe you. But I don’t think Trowa will.”

Heero stirred. Trowa came back with Quatre’s priest scrolls. Quatre grabbed them and flicked through until he found what he wanted. He held the scroll in front of him, and preformed the spell. White fire shot out of the dwarven hands, going to Heero’s wounds. Sealing them…

Trowa spoke.

“Duo…”

“Trowa, I did not do that to Heero. You want proof? I don’t carry blunt weapons. And a mace is what did that. Not my daggers.” Trowa looked skeptical, and Duo sighed. When I was about to carry Heero back, he asked me if he was still my friend. I said yes. Good enough for you?”

Trowa nodded. He led Duo away from Heero. When they got to where Wufei was ‘staying out of Quatre’s way’, Duo sat down. Trowa remained standing. He looked hard into the darkness. “Hey, Trowa! Did you see something?” Duo asked. “I thought I did, but I must have been wrong.” Trowa replied. “Fine by me.” Duo said.

Wufei cast a simple fire spell on some dried wood, and the wood burst into flames. Wufei reached into his retrieved pack and took out some meat. “Anyone for food?” he asked. Trowa nodded. Duo was about to yell ‘Hell yes!’ when Trowa clamped his hand over Duo’s mouth. “There is something watching us.” Trowa hissed into Duo’s ear. Duo nodded, and Trowa removed his hand.

“Do you have your spells ready, mage?” Duo asked. “My NAME is Wufei, Duo.” Wufei growled. Duo grinned. Trowa reached into the weapon sack and took out his bow and sword. Wufei saw this, and walked over. He took out his staff.

Trowa’s bow was marvelously made. It had elven runes on the shaft, and the bow had uncanny accuracy. Trowa hefted his bow, and took his arrows. He strung an arrow. He peered into the distance. Nothing appeared to be happening. Trowa fired into the woods. A strangled scream was heard. Quatre appeared, supporting the still-weak Heero. “Who…what did you shoot, Trowa?” Quatre asked, while shifting Heero over to Duo. Trowa said nothing, and jogged off into the woods. The others followed.

Quatre was the first to reach Trowa and his kill, because Duo was helping Heero, and Wufei kept tripping over his robes. Quatre found Trowa examining the body. Wow. He’s a REALLY good shot! Quatre thought. Trowa had shot the thing right through the neck. Quatre grimaced as he noticed the back of the barbed arrow sticking out of the corpses’ neck. “Trowa…what is it?” Trowa looked up. “I have no idea, but it was ordered to kill us.” Trowa held up a bloody scrap of parchment. As Quatre took it, the others came up to Trowa. “What is that…thing?” Duo asked. Trowa shrugged. Quatre chose this moment to read the note out loud.

“Kill the group from Nashkel. 50,000 gold pieces to the successful hunter. Proof must be given. Well. Someone wants to kill us…” Duo rolled his eyes. “_That_ was a smart comment! How did you come up with _that_ conclusion?” Trowa glared at Duo. He pointed. “He was just stating the obvious for the less…intelligently gifted of our party.” Duo looked to where Trowa was pointing. “Oh…Wufei. That explains it.” Duo knelt down and examined the body. “Wait…I know what he is! He’s a drow elf!”

Heero glared at the body. “He’s right. Slimy, disgusting things they are.” He spit on the corpse. Quatre and Trowa turned to Heero. They hadn’t realized that he was awake and aware. Trowa turned away from Heero and the corpse and wrote something in a blank book. Heero’s eyes narrowed. “What are you writing? You have been scribbling in that damn book of yours the whole fucking trip! Let me see it!” Heero lunged for the book, but stopped mid-air and fell to the ground. “Damn.” Heero muttered, as he saw the other four go down on the ground in similar fashions. Heero heard voices…Undercommon…he thought. And then knew nothing


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Drow hands flashed in the intricate patterns of the Drow hand code. What shall we do with them? Naelfin, the addressed drow, replied to the soldier. Carry them to the cave. The soldier nodded. He bent down and picked up Wufei. He turned back to Naelfin. This one is a wizard. What should I do with his spellbook and his spell components? Naelfin thought for a moment. He spoke. “Bring the Mage’s things to Rastegg.” The elf nodded, then scurried off.

Naelfin bent down to search the other travelers. He saw a surface elf. He grimaced in distaste. Damn faeries. They act so innocent. Bastards. He put his dexterous fingers into Heero’s belt pouch. He felt cold metal. Coin? No, that can’t be it. He drew out the object. It was a tiny figurine. It was a perfect likeness of a dragon. Curious… He put the figurine in his own pouch. He saw the perfectly made scimitars on the elf’s sword belt. He slid a finger gently across the edge of one. It cut. He took the scimitars, and belted them on his sword belt, discarding his own sword and dagger.

Next he went to the human thief. The first thing he noticed was the thief’s face. It seemed so happy and content…no matter. He was happy where he was. In the Underdark. In the city of Menzobarrenzen. In the seventh house, house Gil’tj’reash’tal. He was a Noble! Of course he was happy…

After a quick but thorough search of the thief, Naelfin was puzzled. For the LIFE of him, he could not find where the human bastard had his weapons! Wait…there was something he hadn’t noticed before in the thief’s leather armor…Yes! Two barely visible sheaths. He took two twin daggers with fine points out of the armor. As he examined them, he noticed an unhealthy black top to each dagger, which was CERTAINLY out of place with such fine weapons. He licked the top of the dagger. Poison…The thought registered in his mind. He hadn’t had enough to hurt him, though.

He moved to the dwarf. This dwarf was uncommonly neat and clean shaven. All he had was a TINY blond goatee. Naelfin opened a book that he found on the dwarf. Priest spells. Powerful ones, too. He saw a symbol of dwarven power on the fine chain mail armor that the dwarf wore. He took the book full of scrolls.

Naelfin moved again, this time to the half-elf. Half-elves. Disgusting things, they are! He noticed Trowa’s bow, and recognized it as an elven weapon. He picked it up and drew the bow. He fitted an arrow to the shaft and chose a tree. He fired. The arrow stuck out the opposite end of the tree. He put the bow into his pack. He noticed a small figure of a wolf, with ‘Nagar’ inscribed into the bottom. He took that as well. He motioned to four drow soldiers. Carry the prisoners to the cave. NOW! The elves scurried to the four unconscious travelers and threw them over their shoulders. They left as quickly as they had come. Without a trace.



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Duo stirred. “Oww…my head…god dammit…” He felt a smack. “Shut up, idiot! Do you want them to know we’re awake?” It was Heero. “Where are we?” Duo whispered. “In a cave around the domain of Incohaddsferenthal.” Heero replied. “The dragon we’re supposed to kill?” Duo questioned. “Yes.” Came a reply. Heero looked over. Quatre was awake as well. Trowa sat up, only a few feet away from Quatre. Wufei was still out. And snoring. As usual. “What did they take, Heero?” Duo asked. “Our weapons. Do you still have yours?” Duo checked his hidden sheaths. “Nope. But maybe…yes! They didn’t get this stiletto!” He pulled a stiletto from his boot. “Good. Do you have your lock picks?” Trowa asked. “Umm…Yes! They didn’t get them, either!” Heero put out his hand. “Give them to me.” Duo handed them over.

Heero took in their surrounding. The cave entrance wasn’t too far away, and it was day outside so the drow were sleeping in dark corners. They were in a corner of the cave that had bars on it, with a fairly simple lock. Heero moved to the lock, and tried to pick it. After a few tries, he got the hang of it, and opened the lock. The four stepped out. He motioned to a sleeping drow. “I know that one. I have seen and fought him before, and he is a vicious bastard!” Trowa nodded. Quatre tried to gently shake Wufei awake, but wasn’t succeeding. Duo walked to Wufei and slapped him awake. “Wha…?” Wufei started. “SHUT UP!” Came four loud whispers. Quatre led Wufei out of the cell.

“I’ll bet you anything that the drow I pointed out, Naelfin, has our gear. Duo…” Heero said. “I’m on it!” Duo said happily. He hid in the shadows, and sneaked up to Naelfin. Duo nodded, confirming Heero’s suspicions. Heero made a hand movement, indicating that Duo should slit Naelfin’s throat. Duo shook his head and mouthed a ‘No’. Heero was furious. “Do it!” He hissed at Duo. Duo sighed in resignation, bent down, and took out his stiletto. “Sorry, elf,” he whispered, as he drew the fine blade over the drow’s throat. A thin line of blood appeared on the stiletto’s path. Naelfin gurgled, and the blood suddenly gushed forth.

Heero nodded in approval. Naelfin gasped, and blood came from his mouth in a thick, red rain. Duo couldn’t stand to see Naelfin suffer, so he drove the stiletto into Naelfin’s throat up to the hilt. Naelfin’s head dropped to the stone with a sickening crack. Duo pulled the bloody stiletto out of Naelfin’s throat. He dragged the bloodied corpse over to his companions. Heero’s eyes narrowed. His scimitars were on this filthy drow’s belt! He quickly removed them. His eyes grew even narrower. He saw his dragon figurine around Naelfin’s neck. The drow had attached it to a fine mithril chain, probably stolen from the failed march on Mithril Hall. He snatched it up, and allowed his companions to retrieve their items.

Duo saw his daggers, and took them. He deftly put them back into their sheaths. Trowa saw his bow in a corner. He took it and his quiver, which was next to the bow. Next he took his figurine of power from the dead drow’s body. Quatre took his spellbook. Wufei looked for his spellbook, but could not find it. He looked all over Naelfin’s corpse, but couldn’t find it. “Where is my spellbook?” Heero scanned the drow in the cave. “Wufei…that one is a wizard. He probably has it. Duo?” Duo sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it.” Duo put the still-bloody stiletto into his boot again, and drew his daggers.

Duo crept over to the wizard, and saw Wufei’s spellbook. He was about to simply take the book and go, but the look Heero gave him said to kill the wizard. Duo held no love for wizards, and didn’t mind killing this drow. His only problem was getting his daggers bloody. As he drove one dagger into the drow’s throat, he drove the other into his chest, piercing the mage’s heart. Duo pulled out the daggers and wiped them on the drow’s robe. He picked up Wufei’s spellbook and crept back to the group.

Duo handed the book to Wufei, and they all went out the cave entrance into the daylight. “Quatre, if the bounty notice said they wanted us dead, then why didn’t they just kill us when we were asleep?” Trowa asked. Quatre stopped walking. “You know Heero, Trowa has a point. Any idea?” Heero stopped. “Torture? Ransom? Grudge? I have no idea.” Duo scratched his head. “I don’t know either. Wufei?” Wufei looked up. “I’m memorizing spells, dammit! Leave me alone!” Heero glared. “You can memorize spells when we rest, Wufei. Answer our questions!”

Wufei sighed. He put the book into a fold of his robe. “When I was in training as an apprentice, we had to study all kinds of magic. Some included magic-using humanoids, such as the tanar’ri, the giants, the elementals, and also the drow. They might have kept us alive to just take something from us for the ransom as ‘proof’ , and they might have planned to take us to their city in the Underdark, probably Menzobarrenzen, to use as slaves, or as fodder for the wars among the houses. It has happened before. Happy? Good. Leave me alone.” Wufei went back to his spellbook.

“He’s grumpy,” Quatre pouted. Duo started to jog. “I’m going ahead to find the dragon’s den and to see tactical positions for an assault. See ya!” Duo ran off in the direction that the fiery Incohaddsferenthal. Trowa looked at the figurine Heero was holding. He pointed at it. “Heero…what is that?” Heero looked where Trowa was pointing. He stuffed the dragon into his pocket. “Nothing.” But Quatre was also interested. “What is it, Heero?” Heero mumbled a reply. “What?” Quatre asked. “It is supposed to hold the soul of a great red dragon, Yasdelthankas, who is supposed to be a relative of Incohaddsferenthal. His uncle or something. Since dragon magic is so powerful, they are supposed to be able to re-animate dead dragons with their souls. So it is supposed to be a bargaining tool. Happy? And Trowa! What was that book you were writing in?”

Trowa pulled a small leather-bound book out of his pocket. “This?” He asked Heero. “Yes, that!” Heero said. “Well, the leaders of my ranger guild requested that I record the events of our trip. They said they wanted to see and monitor Monster activity in the areas that I was traveling. Would you like to examine it?”

“Why not?” Said Heero. He flipped through it. It had a summary of the party members, including Trowa, and their skills and personalities. It also detailed their incarceration, their escape, Heero’s accident, being captured by the drow elves, their escape from that, and all the information that they had previously gathered. Heero handed it back to Trowa. “Keep it up. If we ever survive the dragon, it might be worth money to a sage.” Heero commented.

Trowa pointed off into the distance. “What’s that?” It was a figure running at them. It had a braid. Guess who. “I found the dragon, and the thing’s HUGE! It’s going to be IMPOSSIBLE to kill!” Heero smirked. “We’ll see about that, Duo.”

After an hour of walking, they noticed a horrible stench of dried blood and rotting flesh on the air. “Is this where the dragon was, Duo?” Wufei asked. “Yup.” Heero put down his pack. “We’ll camp here so that Wufei and Quatre can memorize spells, and the rest of us can get our weapons ready.”

When all was done and they finally got to their tents to try to sleep, Trowa ran into Quatre and Wufei’s tent. “The dragon is coming! It smelled us! Wake Heero and Duo!” There was a startled yell, then a curse. “I think they already know…” Quatre remarked as they ran out of the tent to help.

Duo and Heero were about three yards away from the biggest dragon either of them had ever seen. It was obviously old, for it was huge. It’s scales were blood red, and his eyes were like pools of gold with a large drop of blood in the middle. “Uh, hi!” Duo said. “Lovely weather, don’t you think?”



Next Chapter: Dealing With A Dragon


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Incohaddsferenthal was three yards away from Duo and Heero when Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei got out of their tent. Quatre sweatdropped. Duo was talking about the weather. They ran over to their two companions, logbooks in hand.

“Beautiful sunset, don’t you think?” The dragon looked bored. He silenced Duo with one claw held about a foot from Duo’s face. “Elf. I feel dragon magic upon you. What do you have?” Incohaddsferenthal asked Heero. “I have the soul of Yasdelthankas, Incohaddsferenthal. Do you wish to bargain?” Heero replied. The dragon put one claw to his chin, pondering this strange request. “Alright, Sir Elf. What so you wish of me?” Heero looked into his own logbook. “There are some captives you have from Nashkel…a soul for a soul?” The dragon laughed.

His laughter was booming, and sounded somewhat like the last gurgles of a dying man. “Very well, Sir Elf. I have eaten all but one. And I WANT to get rid of her! She is annoying. She has some kind of magic that makes her impossible to eat. Rescue me from the Damsel, Sir Elf!” Duo burst out laughing. Quatre hid giggles. And failed. Trowa and Heero rolled their eyes. Wufei was recording the conversation.

Incohaddsferenthal smiled, showing teeth as long as an elf’s height. “She is an elven maiden, and vexes me to no end. Go rescue her, Sir Elf. And give me my ancestor’s soul.” Incohaddsferenthal held out an enormous hand. Heero nodded, and placed the figurine on Incohaddsferenthal’s proffered hand. The adventurers started towards the dragon’s cave.

Incohaddsferenthal’ s tail stopped them. It crashed to the ground directly in front of them. “Wait one moment. I must see if this is truly the soul of Yasdelthankas.” The dragon traced arcane lines in the air, and said the ancient words of the draconic tongue. Incohaddsferenthal placed the figurine on the ground. A large bolt of lightning hit the figurine, and the tiny model grew, until it was almost the height of Incohaddsferenthal. The lightning stopped, and a bright flash blinded the party.

New blood ran through millennia old veins. Two golden eyes opened. Smoke poured out of boulder sized nostrils. The dragons roared. “God dammit! I’m getting a head ache!” Wufei yelled. He cast his own spell, and the dragons sound was no longer heard.

The dragons noticed their roars were no longer audible. They tried to speak, and their great maws moved, but nothing came out.

Wufei grinned in satisfaction. “Great thing, that silence spell. Works wonders.” Quatre giggled again. Trowa walked up to the dragons. “Now may we retrieve the captive? Just nod.” Incohaddsferenthal nodded. “Take off the spell, Wufei.” Heero commanded. “Fine.” While Wufei dispelled the silence, the rest of the party entered the cave.

A form rushed at them, and attached itself to Quatre’s short body. “Noble dwarf! You have rescued me! I am forever grateful!” Quatre grimaced. “Why don’t we just leave it here?” He asked Trowa. “No. We have to bring her back. Sadly.”

“My name is Lady Relena. Who are you?” Throughout all of this, Heero was looking at the elven maiden in disgust. While the rest of them introduced themselves, Heero tried to sneak off. Relena chanced to look his way. “Could it be…YES! IT IS! HEERO, MY LOVE!” Heero screamed. He tried to run away, no doubt to offer himself as food to the dragons, but she reached him. She put her arms around Heero and tried to kiss him, but he managed to keep his head just out of the way. “HELP ME, TROWA!” The rest of the party was staring, dumbfounded, at this strange sight.

Trowa regained awareness first, and pried Relena off of Heero. “Disgusting woman! Stop stalking me!” Heero hissed. “But Heero, my love! We were to be married a year ago! Then you disappeared, and your father was heartbroken, and my father was indifferent! We must get married soon, my Love!” Relena said. “Agh! Hell no!” Heero said. He poked his head out of the cave. “HEY, DRAGONS! BITE ME! COME ON, BITCHES! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO DO I-!” Trowa clamped his hand over Heero’s mouth. “Shut up, you fool! Suicidal elf! Goddammit!” Trowa hissed. “Why don’t you just get married, Heero?” Duo asked.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Relena screamed. “That’s why.” Heero said dryly. Trowa sighed. “We have to go to the Elven city anyway, so we can drop off this horror. While we are there you can visit your parents.” Heero glared. “Fine.” He grumbled.

Next Chapter: Going to the Elven Court