Stephanie Wyrm: Sorry it took so long to post this. I didn't really know what to write. As a consequence, this chapter is very sloppy.

Chapter 7: The Laziest Writing Ever

Ember and her family were gathered at an oasis a few miles away from Erimma. Merritt, Esa, and Garisii were relaxing in the small natural pool while Ember was taking a well-deserved nap under a tree with the purple egg nestled against her stomach, keeping it heated with her own fire magic. It had been a month since she had laid the egg. The whole city had been gathering at her door to see the beauty that she had created. Even people from neighboring cities were visiting her small, unimpressive home. She had even received several offers to buy the egg from her, which she obviously refused. The oasis provided much-needed isolation from the rest of the city. Esa climbed out of the water and walked over his sleeping mother. "Hey, mom, are you gonna join us?"

Ember opened her eyes and smiled, but kept her head down. "Just give me another half-hour, dear. I'm too exhausted."

"Leave your mother alone, Esa," said Merritt. "This is her first chance to really rest in a month."

Ember looked up at the sky. "Wow. It's already noon? It was dawn when we got here." She stood up and stretched. "I guess I could go for a quick soak." She carefully set the egg on the roots of the tree.

Back to Elora...

Elora had pulled her caravan over for the night in a forest far from home. The horses were happily enjoying the hay she had laid out for them. The faun was sitting in her portable home with a lantern beside her. Her armor had been put away, allowing her to relax with her chest freely exposed. She was eating vegetable stew in one hand and making notes with the other. "Let's see. It's been about a month since I left Avalar. If I've been travelling at three miles an hour for twelve hours a day, that's thirty six miles a day. So if I were to estimate, I've traveled a little more than one thousand miles." She glanced at the purple crystal, which glowed considerably brighter than when she had started, but was still rather dim. "How much further is this dragon?" She took a few spoonfulls of stew. "I don't even know where I am right now. I hope the next town has a map."

Elora finished her dinner and closed up for the night. She lifted up the steps of the caravan and shut the door, keeping out the cold air. The young faun pulled out a small, black notebook from her bag. With a sigh, she opened it and went through several pages filled with names. "It's been twelve days since I've written a name in this. Time for the next." She grabbed a loose scrap of paper from her bag. Ten names were written down on it, and five were crossed out. Elora crossed out the sixth name and wrote it onto the black notebook. 'Esser, accident'. She took a deep breath and shut the book before putting it away. "I just hope I come to some town or village soon. I'm almost out of names." She blew out the lantern, completely darkening the caravan except for the glow from the crystal. Elora yawned and pulled the blanket over herself, slowly drifting to sleep.

Meanwhile, in Warfang...

Mogguth sat in a bar, speaking with a dragon wearing a brown cloak. They were laughing and taking sips of ale. "You should have seen it. As much as I getting physical, there's a certain satisfaction in tormenting someone's mind."

The cloaked dragon laughed. "Making her kill him herself was a nice touch." He took another sip of ale. "The plan's going good so far, but now we have another problem to deal with."

"And what's that?" Mogguth asked.

"Remember Elora?"

Mogguth snarled at the name. "You mean the bitch that gave me this five years ago?" He turned around, exposing a large scar on his back that stretched from his left shoulder to his right hip. "Never heard of her."

"Sarcasm aside, we have to do something about her. Three days before you took out Inferno and his family, she left Warfang in a caravan. I didn't pay it much attention at first, but one of my little birds came to me last night saying he saw her in Ganna."

"So?"

"Ganna is a town about nine hundred miles away."

"I still don't know where you're going with this."

The cloaked dragon muttered under his breath before sighing. "I think that little crystal she got actually works, and she's on her way as we speak to find the next purple dragon."

Mogguth paused for a few seconds. "Huh... I thought you said it was just a fluke."

"Apparently I was wrong. In any case, I need you to do something about it.

"You want me to kill her?"

"Not quite. First, I need you to take out the next target. For the past month, Dizzy's been visiting the family tomb. Make sure she doesn't leave it."

Mogguth grinned sadistically. "And what about after?"

"Head east and find Elora. Follow her, but make sure she doesn't see you. When she finds the purple dragon, kill it."

"Why don't I just kill Elora and use that crystal to find the brat myself?"

"You mean besides the fact that she beat you in the tournament?" the cloaked dragon asked with annoyance.

The black dragon growled. "She only won because I wasn't allowed to kill her!"

"Fine then. Be my guest. Fight her head on. It won't be my fault when you crawl back here missing both your wings." The cloaked dragon stood up. "Get the job done, and do it right."

Mogguth paused for several seconds and sipped his ale. "Fine. Huh?" Both Mogguth and the cloaked dragon turned to see a cheetah at the bar fall out of his chair.

"Esser!" the bartender cried out. Everyone quickly gathered around and saw the cheetah lying dead on the ground. His chair had snapped and the fall had broken his neck. "Someone get a doctor!"

"He's dead!"

"What happened? !"

The whole crowd freaked out at the sight of a man suddenly dying before their eyes. They panicked and tried to to help him to no avail. Mogguth and the cloaked dragon looked on in confusion. "So that just happened," said the cloaked dragon.

"So the guy slipped and broke his neck," said Mogguth. "I don't get why everyone's acting like a bunch of babies."

Stephanie Wyrm: Yes, Elora owns a Death Note. Yes, that'll be explained later. So you can ignore what Mark said in chapter 2. Since this story is now M-rated, I couldn't resist giving Elora a topless scene (or nude scene, when you think about it, since she doesn't wear pants). Yes, I know it's shameless fanservice, but it's hot. There are most likely going to be more.