//------------------------------// // Nothing is Ever Easy // Story: Legacy of Dragons and Knights // by DARKPHANTOM13 //------------------------------// Spike P.O.V. "Okay let me get this straight," I started "You came here to steal from these guys but you found out that their boss found some kind of dungeon underneath this place and is trying to bring out some kind of evil magic or something to use for his own purposes. With that in mind you want my help stopping whatever this guy has plan. I got everything right?" Shadow just shrug his shoulders and says "For the most part, yeah." I think about what I learn and weigh my options. While to most this story would be far fetch but after all the stuff I have seen over the years it wouldn't be the strangest thing that has happen. I can tell he is being honest but I don't know if he will stab me and Mist in the back once everything is said and done. Though I still got this bad feeling and something tells me it is connected to whatever is going on under our feet. The best thing to do is probably to complete the mission Mist and I came here to do and save that woman. After that is taken care of we'll deal with the bandit leader. "Okay, I'll help you but first you got to take me to where the woman is being held. Once she is safe I'll help you. Deal?" I say firmly. "That's seems reasonable." "Lead the way, and remember if you betray me I'll bust a fire ball cape with your ass." I say, making sure I sound calm and dead serious and my new blunder buster is in view. "I'll keep that in mind." He says nervously. It looks like I got my point across. We make our way to were the woman is being lock up. We had a few run in with some stray bandits but they were easily taken out with most of them being done in by Shadow's knifes with one's heart meeting my flaming sword after coming out of the bathroom. As we get there I see Mist got their first and was fighting three bandits. He blocks a ax swing and dodges a sword to land a overhead strike across the last bandit's chest. The other two were about to attack but a fire bullet and a few throwing was all it took to take them out. "About time you got here Spike." Mist says when he sees me. "I was abo...Hey you were that theft we saw in the market. I didn't think you were a Mix." He says now noticing Shadow. "Is that a problem?" The fanged theft asks with a raised eyebrow. Mist just shrugs and rests his sword on his shoulder. "Not really. Though I am a bit surprised. Do you need to feed on emotions or you don't?" " I still need to feed on emotions though I do not need nearly has much as a regular changeling and I get a lot more energy from regular food than the others." "As interesting as this conversation is we still have work to do." I cut in somewhat regretfully. This is some interesting stuff and I always had an interest in races and cultures different from Equestria. As much as I hate to admit it I guess Twilight rubbed off on me. "You free the woman and I'll get her out of here and the forest. While I take care of her you fill Mist in on what is going on and meet me at the entrance of the mansion. Okay?" After a "yes" and a "sure" Shadow free the woman and after she says her thanks I escort out of the building and the edge of the woods. After she says her thanks I jog my way back to the mansion hopping that whatever we find in that dungeon is nothing that we can't handle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mist P.O.V. As Spike leaves with the woman the changeling Mix by the name of Shadow Nightingale tells me what he told has told Spike. All in all the story is a bit sketchy but I can tell by looks on his face that he is telling the truth so I will go along for now, but that doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on him and I'm willing to bet that Spike has the same thing in mind. "So how did you and Spike meet each?" The bluenette asks. "Well, I was making my way through the Everfree Forest when..." "Wait, the Everfree Forest? Are you fucking nuts?! I have heard that place is full of dangerous monsters that live there. Only some of the strongest fighter or the dumbest people in the world would make it through there by themselves." He interrupts me. Though I can understand where he is coming from. Many travelers and adventures have heard of the deadly forest in what many consider one of the most peaceful countries on the planet at least once. "Yeah, I thought it wouldn't be as bad as the rumors say it would be, though I was proven wrong when I had a run in with three, not one, not two, but three manticores. While I was fighting them off Spike jumps in and help me kill those things. After that we decided to go together since we are more or less heading to the same place." I finish. "And what would that be?" "The Young Fighters Tournament in Smoldering Pit." "Really, I'm heading their too!" He says in surprise. "Really? No offence but you don't look like much of a close range fighter." "I can hold my own in a face to face fight but none taken. I heard they are trying something new this year and are having different events. If I have heard correctly one of the events is some kind of marksmen contest which I'm entering for the cash prize." "You’re a pretty greedy person aren't you?" I say with a raised eyebrow. "I wouldn't say greedy, I like to think of it as making sure I am well off financially." He says with a cocky smirk. I can tell in that aspect he and Spike will get along quite well. "So why were you and Spike by yourselves?" He asks. "I can't say for Spike but for me it is to become one of the strongest swordsmen in the world." I reply. There is more to than that. Much more personal, but I don't need to tell him that. I haven't even told Spike yet, though I can tell he is hiding something as well, but it is not my place to force him to tell his story when I don't want to either. "So why are you wandering around by yourself?" "I've been on my own as far back as I can remember." He says. Is he an orphan, an abandon child maybe? It wouldn't be that far of a stretch in either case but I it not my place to dig deeper. Though it makes me glad my parents were able to raise me for as long as they could. "I'm sorry about that." I honestly answer. Shadow just waves his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm a tough as hell guy born and raise on the streets. I do whatever I want, take whatever I want, say whatever I want, and go whatever I want." "That would explain why you’re a thief." I mumble to myself. "Hey, just because I steal doesn't mean I'm a bad guy." 'Really?' I thought to myself. "I have my own principles. Don't steal from the weak or poor. The rich and corrupted is fair game." 'Huh, this guy may have some chivalry in him after all.' I thought to myself. "Besides, the weak and poor usually don't have anything worth stealing and you know what they say about rich bad guys. ”They always have the best stuff."" He says with an evil grin Annd that thought just got shoot down, set on fire, and toss out of a ten story window. He isn't an evil villain but he is defiantly no hero. After that we make idle chit chat while waiting for Spike to come back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadow P.O.V. I continue talking to Mist while we wait for Spike to get back. So far they seem like some pretty okay guys and are able to hold their own in a fight if the blood on their swords is anything to good by. After seeing these two I think that between the three of us we should be able to handle anything that will be thrown at us. As soon as Spike got back we make our way to the entrance of the dungeon. We make our way to the basement and after moving a shelf to the side to reveal a black iron looking metal door with a strange design.(From here out consider it like one of the Nord Crypts from Skyrim.) It took a bit of effect but we are able to open and the first thing we notice is the smell. Sweet fucking hell the SMELL! How the hell can the guy stand the smell? I start coughing up my lung after just a quick smell. And it looks like I'm not the only one. "Sweet Luna, that's bad! What have they been doing down there, dumping their trash and having a farting contest?!" Spike says trying to wave the stink away. "It smells like a skunk and a pile of shit that got set on fire!" Mist says while he is plugging his nose. "Agreed but for the greater good we must brave the stink." I say trying to sound heroic. "Your right. Let’s kick some ass!" The Dragonborn yells as we make our way through the underground place. We make our way through the place taking in our surrounding. The walls, celling, and floor is made out of some kind of stone and I see a lot of lite candles and torches that look new, probably set up by the bandit leader. At least we can see where we are going. After a few minutes of walking and looking around Spike notices something. "Hey guys, I don't think that this is a dungeon." Me and Mist stop and look at him. "Think this is a burial tome or something. These weird looking jar are really urns and they are full of gold coins and ashes." "Then we should expect some coffins or dead bodies?" I ask. "That would explain the smell." Mist comments with a grimace. "At least we shouldn't have worry about much while down here." I say as we make our way inside a room with three standing black metal coffins. "It's not the like the dead will get up from their naps and attack us." As soon as I say that the coffins burst open to reveal three dead bodies. Most of their hair was gone, they look to be around six feet tall, their skin was pale as hell and withered, they are wearing black metal armor and weapons such as swords and weapons that look beyond ancient. And probably due to the power of Murphy their eyes start glowing blue, walk out of their coffins, and grab their weapons and grunt out a growl with their dead vocal cords. (Do I really need to say who these guys are?) "Z-Z-Zombies?!!" Spike yells "You got to be fucking kidding me!" I yell in disbelief. "Nice, real nice." Mist says, giving me a flat look. "Oh fuck you dude! How was I supposed to know that was going to happen?" I yell. Before Mist could say anything the waking dead begin their attack. As we jump out of the way the three of us ends up with our own dance partners. Mines just happen to be the one wielding a large two handed sword. Just fucking great. As the thing charges at me grab three throwing knifes and throw them at the walking corpse. One lands in his head while the other two ends up in its chest. It stops its charge but it is still standing. 'Okay...that didn't work. Let’s try something a bit stronger.' I quickly focus my magic in my hands and they become engulf with dancing blue lighting and it unleash it on the zombie shit stain zapping him. I keep the power going for about a minute than I stop. The pile of bones stands for a few seconds before it falls to the ground like a brick. I quickly look at the others and see that Spike just stabbed on of the zombies with... is that a flaming sword? Anyway he stabs it with his flaming sword which the thing to catch fire and quickly turn into a pile of ashes. I turn to Mist just in time for me to see decapitate his enemy with a swing of his sword. Right now I like our chances with these two and myself on the same team. "Well...that was interesting." Mist says will trying to catch his breath. "That's one way of putting it." Spike mutters. "Yeah but things coul-" I start. Spike points his gun at me and says "If you finish that statement I will fucking shoot you." I just nod my head. Besides, it is probably for the best. The last thing we need is us being jinx again. We make our way through the hallway with Spike in the lead since he is the one with the gun and the fire breathing. After a minute or two of walking I decide to ask him something that I was wondering. "Hey Spike is that an enchanted sword or something?" A flaming sword is pretty rare in this country due to the small number of mages that live in Dracoheart Kingdom. "No, it is a regular sword." The Dragonborn says. "Then how did you do that flaming sword trick?" I ask "It is just something I learned I could do a week ago. I can do something similar with my new gun. If I focus my fire on it I can shoot fire bullets." He explains. "Really? I have never heard of a Dragonborn being able to do that." "You and me both. I think I might be a Mix." "Wait, you don't know if you’re a full Dragonborn or not?" Mist cuts in. "No I never knew my parents. My adopted mother took me in when I was about two year old after a travelling slave ring was found and busted in Equestria. The guards tried to find a lead to who my parents are but those guys got me from some bandits who got me from another group of bandits and so on." Spike explains "Wow that is pretty rough. Though why are you here and not back home?" I can't help but wonder. "It’s complicated." Spike answers in a tone of voice that says that is all he is going to say. For a few minutes we continue to walk through the hallways until we enter a hallway that was different than the others. This one had opening in the walls and in most of the slots had a dead body in them. After our last run in with those zombie fuckers we are not taking any chances. Spike takes point at the front with his flaming sword in his right hand with his gun and finger on the trigger on his left. Mist has his sword in both hands flanking the right while I flank the left with some knifes ready to be thrown in one hand with lightning dancing in the palm of my hand on my other hand. As we made our way half way through the corridor we hear some growls. Time for round two. This time though there are six of these fuckers. And for the most part we are surrounded. Spike make the first move by blasting two of the with his gun before he has to use it and his sword to block an overhead strike of a double handed battleax. Three of the fuckers charge at me and I give each one a healthy dose of lightning for their trouble stunning them for a minute. I check on Mist and see that he is deflecting and deal blowing to two sword wielding zombies, but he doesn't notice one that is coming at him from behind. I quickly charge some lightning into my knives and throw them at the undead asshole. As soon as the knives meet their target the thing gets the shock of his afterlife. Noticing the frying corpse behind Mist pushes the two in front of him back and sends a spinning slash to the one behind him, slicing the zombie in half. I than notice the ones I shock earlier are back and one of them is about to take a swing on me. I jump back to avoid the attack. It makes a small tear in my jacket but luckily it didn't hit any skin. The thing is about to follow up its attack when I hear Spike say "DUCK!" I did just that and a speeding fire bullet sails over my head and into the zombie chest, creating a pretty big hole and setting it on fire, and fall to the ground permanently dead. I notice the other two charging at me some a gather some wind magic in my hands and send a strong gust of wind at them, blowing them off their feet and to the ground. I gather some lighting and shock them to death. If they can die again. I turn around and see that Mist and Spike just finish off the last two. After that we take a minute to catch our breathes and for me to get my knives from the bodies. Those things cost money you know. "Hey, I think I know what these things are called." Spike suddenly say, gaining mine and Mist's attention. "I think these things are called Dragurs. I remember reading about them in a few books. The books say that in certain types of burial crypts that they would preserve their dead and have some of them come back to life in order to defend the place from intruders." "If that is the case wouldn't these things have attacked the bandit boss and those other guys up top the second they set foot in this place?" Mist questions, bring up a good point. "Maybe whatever magic the fucker is trying to do might have something to with these thing coming back to life." I put my two cent in. "If that is the case we better stop him. And new rule If we see a corpse kill it." "I don't think we have to do that." Spike starts. "There are still some dead bodies in here and they aren't moving. I think it is only the ones wearing armor and have weapons are the ones we have to worry about." Bringing up a good point. "Makes sense to me. Besides, less work for us. Now let’s move, the sooner we finish things the sooner we can get out of this undead dump." I say. The others nod and start moving again, deeper into this Dragur infested crypt. ---------------------------------------------------------------- 3rd P.O.V. "Hey Shadow, how did you use that elemental magic?" Spike asks. Elemental magic is a powerful and tricky type of magic to master. Many believe that Mages during ancient times saw how the Valkyries control the wind, water, lightning, and snow for the weather while the Dragonborns usually fire base powers that they decided to try to create magic similar to those races. While elemental magic can be powerful in the right hands it can be really dangerous for both the user and those around them. "Well, you probably couldn't tell but I'm part Valkyries. I guess due to them being able to control the weather it made the certain elements really easy to use." The Changeling/Valkyrie Mix answers. "Huh, so that means I might be in the same boat as you are huh?" The green haired Dragonborn says with some humor and a small grin of his face. "Maybe." Shadow says with a small grin of his own. As our three mismatch heroes make their way they happen to come across a locked chest. And Shadow wouldn't be a good thief if he passes up such an easy score or know how to pick a lock. It only takes a second for him to unlock it and he opens it to find- "What the hell! Its a bunch of junk." Shadow yells as he reaches in and starts pulling out stuff. First thing is what looks like a small white and red metal ball. He throws it over his shoulder. Next thing he gets is a worn straw hat with a red band. Throws over shoulder. A five sided brown badge of some kind with some kind of skull on it. Toss. A pocket watch with some kind of six pointed star and lion design and the words "Don't forget" and a date scratch on the inside. Throws. A pin with a bird with arrows in one of its talons. Flicks away. A really dented iron helmet with ram like horn. Over the shoulder. A metal pen or something with a blue bulb on the end. "I'll take that." Spike says a little too quickly. "Why?" Mist and Shadow asks at the same time. "I have a friend back in Equestria who had something like this though it looks like it is a different model from the one he had." Spike explains. "Sure why not. It’s junk anyway." The thief replies. He gives the thing to Spike who puts it in his pocket. (Anyone who can guess all the references I just made will get a happypinkie and a spike.) As they make their way through the crypt killing a couple of Drugar before they could even get up. At one point they get to a room where the floor is covered with strange tiles on the floor. "Booby-trap?" Spike asks. "Booby-trap." Mist says while Shadow takes a rock and throw it on the ground. it hits on tile, nothing happen, though when it rolls into another tile causing fire to burst out of the holes. "Of course." The blunette says in a flat voice. "Looks like some titles are safe to cross while others aren't." The knight in training points out. "Let me find the safe path. I and my clothes are fireproof so I will be okay and Shadow can just fly over the titles." The green haired Dragonborn says. "You do have wings right?" "Yeah though I usually keep them hidden. I like to have a surprise up my sleeve." Shadow states while revealing his wings. They look like bug wings that are common for Changelings though his wings are longer and look a lot stronger than your average Changeling wings. Probably a side effect from his Valkyrie heritage. He quickly flies into the air and lands on the other side of the room. Spike gives Mist his weapons to hold while he tries to find a safe path. It took some time but Spike was able to find a path for Mist to follow without being burned. The fireproof teen even got to feel a little good getting a basically fire shower. They continue their path and end up in a room with a lot of cobwebs. The slowly make their way through the room due to the uneasy feeling the three are getting. As they are about make half way through the room a large spider about the size of a bear. And what do our brave heroes do in such a situations? What most people would do, destroy the thing while freaking out. After a lot of zapping, stabbing, slashing, and stomping it is safe to say that the giant spider wasn't going to be coming back any time soon. After pulling themselves together after their little freak out session. They were about to turn into a corner and walk into a long hallway when an arrow barely misses Spikes face. All three back up a step. Spike carefully looks around the corner and sees three Dragurs with bow and arrows at the ready. "We got a bit of a problem. There are three Dragurs archers ready to turn us into pin cushions." Spike warns his team. "Can't you shoot them with your gun?" The black haired teen asks. "No, this thing is basically a shotgun and they are too far away. And I can't get close without taking a few arrows." The Dragonborn replies. "Same thing with my magic." Shadow points out. "I think we passed by some shields." Mist mentions. "That's a good idea. You use two shields and charge at them while Shadow and I follow behind you. Once we get close enough the two of us will take them out. What do you guys think?" After the other two nod in agreement Mist backtracks and comes back with a shield on each arm. The three brace themselves, waiting for Mist's signal. "Now!" Mist yells. He charges into the room with the shields up to protect himself with his friends right behind him. The undead archers let loose their arrows but they harmlessly bounce off the shields and as soon as they were close enough Shadow sends a barrage of ice spikes while Spike sends a wave of fire from his sword. Taking out the three archers with ease. After Mist takes the shields off the continue their journey until they arrive at a large door. "The main chamber must be up ahead." Shadow says. "And hopefully the bandit leader." Mist comments. "Feels like the set up for a stage boss." Spike says with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, what are we waiting for? Today is a good day to die!" "Actually today is a bad day to die. Can't we reschedule a week from Tuesday?" Shadow says with a smirk of his own. "No it’s got to be today. Now let’s kick some ass!" Spike replies. The three opens the door and the see a large chamber with many pillars and lite candles and torches all over the place. At the end of the chamber is a man with his hands in the air and magic around them and an extremely large metal coffin. "I don't know who you are but you are too late." The man starts. "I have already completed the spell that will awaken my new undead slave. Now arise my warrior. Arise and do my bidding." The coffin becomes engulf in a magic aura. As soon as it fades away it burst open. And steps out is a Dragur with that is over 15 feet tall wearing a long horn helmet, a giant one handed sword in his right, and a massive shield in his left. "Now go and kill those who would-" He didn't get to since his supposedly undead servant slash him with its sword right down the middle, splitting the man in half. After it was done with its master it turns its sights on our three heroes who are thinking 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' "So got any plans Spike?" Mist asks preparing for the fight of their lives. "I got a few. While you attack its legs Shadow and I will provide cover fire. Once we get that thing on the ground we gang up on it." Spike says, going over the plan in his head. "Well it's not like I got any better ideas. Let’s do it." Shadow comments ready for anything. Shadow takes to the air and starts shooting lightning at the undead giant, Spike goes to its left and starts shooting it and sending fire slashes, and Mist charges at the Drugar hoping to take out its legs. Though it is able block most of the long range attacks with its shield and a lot of Mist attacks weren't doing much. After a few minutes of shooting, shocking, cutting, and dodging giant sword swings Mist is finally able to get the thing to a kneeling position. Though the victory is short lived when the deathlord sends a nasty backhand sending the knight in training flying. The thief of the group tries to fly in close to unleash a powerful ice blast but is bash away by the shield. Spike charges to help his friends but the giant sends an upward swing of its sword to him. He tries to block it but he is knock off his feet, sent flying into a pillar, knocking the breath out of him, coughing up a little bit of blood, and destroys his sword. All three are tired for being up for so long and the many fights they already been through, but they know that if they give up now they are done for and they still have things to do in this life. So with great resolve our three heroes get back on their feet and prepare to fight for their lives and their future. (Some fighting music.) "Guys, I think I got something that should be able to take that thing out in one move, but it will take time for me to get it ready and I will only have one shot! Keep it busy until I'm done and see if you can't do something about that shield!" Spike yells out to his team while he puts away his gun, throws away his broken sword, and brings his hands in front of to put everything he has in this one gamble. A gamble that if he loses it would mean that both Spike and his new friends would lose their lives. The giant Dragurs was about to make his way to the green haired teen when suddenly battered and pissed off Shadow appears in front of it with a ball of compressed air on each hand. "Eat this you undead bastard!" Shadow yells as he throws the two wind balls at the giant's face, causing it to take a couple of steps backwards. After the thing shakes off the attack it notices Mist that looks a little rough up with his sword in hand and a determine look on his face. "Ye knight who seeks glory bear this in mind." Mist starts in with calm and determine tone of voice as he uses one of his gauntleted hands to grab the blade of his sword. "It is to protect the weak that thou arms thyself! Valor in the shield thou carries. Merit in thy stained sword." Mist puts his of hand on the blade of his sword and wields in a reverse positions. "May thee confront thy foe with chivalry in thy heart!! In the name of Mistilteinn I strike at thee!" The zombie warrior answers the challenge with a downward swing of its massive sword send up a large dust cloud. Suddenly Mist leaps out of the dust cloud and jumps up into the air off of a nearby pillar. The Dragur is about to attack Mist while he is still in the air with its sword when Shadow suddenly knocks the sword out of its hand with a basketball size wind ball. While still in the air Mist spins his body and about to land a overhead swing using his sword's guard like a pickax but the Dragur raises his shield to block the blow. Though to everyone's surprise but Mist's the blow causes the shield to shatter almost like glass. The knight in training than uses the moves momentum to flip himself into the air, land on the zombie's head, jump off of it, and land a couple of feet behind it. The thing is about to turn around when Spike yells out "Hey, you oversized undead piece of shit!" The thing turns its attention back to Spike, giving Mist time to get out of the way. The Dragur turns back to Spike to see him with a fierce look on his face, his arms raise to the air with his palms facing the ceiling, and above them a giant ghostly green fireball the size of a small car. The Dragonborn says in a deathly calm voice. "BURN." And throws the flaming ball of death at the undead zombie, causing it to crash into it and pushes through multiple pillars and into a wall before it explodes causing everyone present to look away and knock them off their feet. When they look back all they see is a melted hole in one of the walls. music end Though the victory is short live since the damage to the chamber is causing the ceiling to collapse and one of the rocks that falls from the ceiling blocks the way they came in. "We need to get out of here, this entire room is coming down!" Mist yells as he drapes Spike's arm over his shoulder since the Dragonborn couldn't walk at the moment due to fact that he put most of his energy into that last massive fire ball. "I a hallway that leads to another room. Come on!" Shadow points out as he gets Spike's other arm. The two carry their worn out friend into another hallway just before the room collapses. The keep moving until the end up in another room where they rest so they can catch their breath. "Hey Mist, where did you learn that how to fight like that?" Spike questions. "I have never seen a sword style like that." "It is an old sword art called Rage Guard. I was used during a time where people usually wear full body armor." Mist answers. After a minute of silence Spike notices one of the one handed sword the Dragurs uses in the corner of the run. On somewhat shaky legs he makes his way to it and grabs the sword. He gives it a few test swings and sees that he can channel his fire through it without any problems. 'It will have to do until I can get a better replacement for my sword.' Spike thinks to himself. After he puts away his new sword he looks around and sees the Shadow is missing. "Hey Shadow, where are you?" Spike yells out. "I'm up the stairs. Come on up." Shadow answers up the flight of stairs at the end of the room. After Mist and Spike walk up the stairs and into the next room to see Shadow holding a heavy looking bag over his shoulder while standing in front of the treasure chest. "This treasure chest is the real deal this time and while I usually take all for myself without you guys I wouldn't have made it nearly has for so as my thanks I'll split it with you. I already got my share and there are some bags next to the chest to carry your shares. The way out is up those stairs" As soon as the Changeling Mix says this he is about to go up the stairs when Mist calls out. "Wait. Since you’re going to fight that the tournament why don't you come with us?" Mist asks. "No thanks. I'll get there on my own, but I'll see you at the tournament." Shadow says with a smile. "Well, I hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked when you do." Spike says with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah. See you guys later." Shadow says with a smirk. And with that he flies up the stairs. As they make their way to the chest and when they open it the two notice a problem with it. It is like any normal chest filled with gold coins, gemstones, and jewelry. The problem with it? The chest is half empty. "God damnit!" Mist yells out. "Well we should have seen something like this coming." Spike comments. "Let’s just grab the stuff and go back to the motel. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep." After gather up the leftover treasure into some bags the make their way back to the motel. 2 Hours Later By the time our two heroes got back to the motel it is around 6:30 A.M. in the morning. The manage to make it inside of their motel room before dropping their bags and falling face first to the floor where they quickly fast to a restful sleep...that lasted about five minutes. "Wake up boys! Get clean up and dress so we can get some breakfast and hit the road!" Smtih Firehammer yells. The two tired teens groans and looks up at the man who is staring at them with a raise eyebrow. "And what the hell happened to you two?" The two adventures just glance at each other, look back up at the man, and both say "It is a long story."