Violet cast a dismayed look around her surroundings. Her new dress had apparently fallen from the tree branch and into the mud. In other words, it was ruined. Arella would be so upset. As the dense gray clouds hovered overhead, threatening to spill its contents any second, Violet scooped up her dress and tried her best to brush off the mud. Satisfied that the dress isn't that dirty, she slipped into it and squirmed in disgust. It was cold and slimy not to mention, wet.

Without a sudden, thunder rolled and lightning flashed across the sky. Rain came down in huge droplets and a strong wind howled in the distance. Violet quickly gathered her book and tucked it safely into her leather bag. Without wasting a second, she sprinted back to The Abyssus. She was late for dinner and Vlad might be angry, Very angry.

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Arella stood at the doorway of the lavishly decorated dining room. Overhead, a beautiful crystal chandelier hung, shining and glittering under the lights. Arella clasped her fingers together and unwinds them. Marge stepped into the room and shook her head.

"Have you checked in her room? The garden?" Arella questioned frantically.

"Yes, Madam. I have mobilized all the servants and guards to keep a sharp lookout for Miss Violet. Please, you must sit down and rest. You still have a slight fever…"Marge said and helped Arella to one of the chairs.

The voices of the dinner guests grew louder as Vlad enters the room. Dressed in his military outfit, he walked proudly over and stood beside Arella. One by one, each guest walked in.

"This is my wife, Arella. Do forgive her, she is sick and could not stand. Arella, this is the Messenger of the Mainland, Kyouji Mujyo (From S-Cry-ed)." Vlad introduced as young man with silver hair wearing green shade and the same hair and suit style as Vlad stepped forward and gave a curt bow.

"Juliet Douglas, Head of Security in Fuhrer Bradley office." Arella managed a wan smile. "Where is Violet?" She wondered as Marge helped her across the table to be seated next to Vlad. The dinner has started.

"This is the new trafficking plans for the supplies. With General Flame Elementia (Glowworm oc) here whom had helped me plan the route, the Rebels won't be able to catch us." Vlad announced and passed the papers down. Each guest took a look at the route and smiled approvingly. Finster stole a glance at Marge who was pouring wine for Marge. Discreetly, she nodded and stood in one corner, her eyes never leaving the paper.

"Are you sure this will work, our old plan is better since the workers are familiar with the route. Implementing new routes might confuse some of them…" Finster voiced out and Vlad turned to glare at him.

"The Rebels have already stepped up on their attacks. Miss Douglas told me that they might have found a lead to us. Changing the route to deliver the supplies will throw them off the lead, Finster."

"Besides," Mujyo added. "I'm sure that the guns handed out to the workers will be of great use…"

Voices of approval rose around the table and Vlad rose up with his wine-glass in hand. "A toast, to our new route!"

Wine-glasses were raised and every guest repeated Vlad's sentence.

"To our new route!"

Marge briefly caught Finster's eye before turning to leave the room.

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Marge trembled as she entered the kitchen.

"What's up, Marge?" One of the cooks in disguise asked.

"Vlad has made new plans, we need to inform HQ immediately. This has to stop. Put the kettle on and prepare more coffee. I'm going out to warn the others." Marge said. She left the room after grabbing a flashlight.

Leaving The Abyssus, Marge started uphill into the forest. Stopping next to a huge rock, she shielded her torchlight and uncovered it again. Signaling thrice and praying that the Rebel hiding in the forest would notice it, Marge sighed and switched off the Flashlight.

Suddenly, a snap of a fallen twig brought Marge back to attention. She quickly turned to where the sound was produced and gasped.

Violet was soaking wet and covered in mud from head to toe. Shivering in the cold night and hugging her bag close to her body for warmth, Violet stumbled downhill and ran into Marge's open arms.

"Oh, Violet. Where have you been to?"

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Arella was having the worst time in her entire life. It seems that every one Vlad's guests were interested to hear stories of her mundane life instead of relishing the roasted turkey slices on their silver plates.

"Tell us, Madam Roth. How did you and the Capitan meet?" A woman name Kagura (from Inuyasha) asked, her greedy eyes never leaving the large sapphire on Arella's neck.

Arella smiled and clasped Vlad's hand.

"There was a massive snowstorm that time and I was seeking shelter in an abandoned church. Seconds later Trigon burst in to hide from the snowstorm and found me there. We talked and somehow enjoyed each other's company till the snowstorm ceased. A few months later, the Captain and I met up again … …"

Vlad shifted in his seat and moved his hand away from Arella's.

"Curious wasn't it? Finding each other in just a period of a few months?" Juliet asked

Flame laughed and raised his wine-glass for a toast. "Very curious indeed, and you adopted daughter Violet came along a few years before, didn't she?" He said and sipped his drink.

"Please do forgive my wife. She is running a slight fever and is slightly delusional. She thinks that her silly stories are interesting to others." Vlad said, his face was in a visible shade of irritation and anger.

Arella looked away ashamed, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as well as from the heat from her fever.

Suddenly, the massive door swung open with a loud bang and Marge rushed in, dripping water onto the lush carpet. Heads turned as she made her way quickly to Arella's side.

Upon whispering some words into Arella's ear, Arella's eyes widened in shock and hastily got up from her seat.

"Please excuse me."

All the men in the room got up from their seats in respect as Arella fled from the Dining room, a trail of maids rushing behind her.

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Violet sank into the warm soapy waters of the giant bath-tub and sighed contentedly. Running around, wet and muddy in the dark forest wasn't part of the deal.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Arella stormed in, looking as angry as a demon who lost his chance to kill something.

"Young lady, just where have you been to? When you get out of that tub, you shall go to bed without any dinner!" Arella said angrily and frowned when Violet showed no spark of emotion from her outburst. Instead, Violet closed her eyes and sank lower into the water.

"Are you listening to me? Sometimes I think you will never learn to behave. You had disappointed me, and your father too."

Violet snapped her eyes open.

"Vlad?"

Arella clenched her fists and leaned against the sink for support.

"Yes…Him more than me" she sighed

Violet smiled and closed her eyes again, A faint spark of satisfaction visible on her face.

"Get some rest, mother. You are running a fever." Violet said and pushed a wet bunch of hair away from her face.

Arella, seething with anger, left the room and slammed the bathroom door hard and almost collapsed outside from exhaustion.

Violet opened her eyes again and sighed. Toying with the soap bubbles again, Violet didn't see a pink spark entering through the window.

The little pink spark landed on the bathtub and exploded into a fiery shower of glitter, catching Raven's attention in a split instance.

"Jinx's!"

The little fairy giggled and waved her petite hand, her pink eyes flashing with happiness and delight.

Violet smiled and grouped for the key at the bottom of the tub which she had cleverly smuggled into the bathroom with her.

Holding it up proudly, the golden key glinted and shined under the light. Illuminating all of it's golden glory.

"I've got the key, Jinx. Take me to Chase."

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Wow two chapters in the same day A NEW RECORD!