 
The Mystery Alliance: Prequel to Evian's Saga

Taffey Tawanna Champion

Copyright Taffey Tawanna Champion 2018

Published by Taffey Tawanna Champion Publishing at Smashwords

Cover Art Design: by FrinaArt

# About the Author

Taffey Tawanna Champion is a small-town girl born and raised in Greensboro, GA, educated at GTCHS in Greensboro, GA and further educated at Elon College which eventually became Elon University. She excelled in writing as a young child; even earned merits and won awards for writing ability, including a "Passport to Excellence" plaque. Reading and writing also were Taffey's first loves before drama and music, which of course, came after.

Before, during and after college, Taffey became a world traveler, even electing to live in London, England for one semester whilst studying at Elon University. She traveled several times to Paris, France at this time. Taffey also met and encountered celebrities in London, England which served to make her experiences even more special. Added to her world traveler status, she lived in South Korea for a short interval. This experience, including her fascination with various Kung-Fu techniques and martial arts films aided in her ability to create The Mystery Arts in The Mystery Alliance: Evian's Saga.

The Mystery Alliance: Evian's Saga was created initially as a copyrighted action/adventure screenplay, however, Taffey decided to adapt it into an E-book: the first in a series of E-books; actually. Keanu Reeves happens to be Taffey's Special Muse and Inspiration for the creation of Evian Magi, the protagonist (main character) within The Mystery Alliance: Evian's Saga.

And Evian Magi is the Mystic Fantasy Hero version of Keanu Reeves. In addition, this prequel E-book and the original, The Mystery Alliance: Evian's Saga, are available for sale at www.Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and will be distributed via Smashwords to many online retailers. Both E-books are available for Libraries to obtain.

# Author's Acknowledgments

Most importantly, I give my sincerest and appreciative thanks to GOD ALMIGHTY and the Lord JESUS CHRIST because without them, I would not have any talent at all to begin with. I also thank Mr. Keanu Reeves, the Actor, for his pioneering efforts in Action films which aided in aspiring me to create some of my most colorful and unique characters: for Mr. Reeves is so very unique himself. And he also plays the guitar, like Evian, my main character or protagonist. Thus, I thank Mr. Keanu Reeves for being my very special Muse and Inspiration in creating my beloved character, Evian Magi; for he is the Mystic Fantasy Hero version of Mr. Reeves.

Thanks to Maria Catalina Egan, Violet Torres, Reginald Williams, Daisy Wee, Cristina Miranda and her daughter, Miranda, and especially Tracey Byrne and Heather E. Byrne for their unwavering support over the years.

On a most personal note, my love and thanks go to my mother, Juanita Jones, for aiding and assisting a struggling writer that also happens to be her own wayward daughter. I thank my cousin, Tracey Grimes, for he was instrumental in helping me to copyright my work. In addition, I thank Jackie McDonald, Noreen Rivers, and any staff that supported me in times past via The Greensboro, GA Library.

Special thanks go to Patricia Sue Mason for being such a good friend and providing me with such honest opinions and support concerning my book and various works of art. This includes Mr. Chasen Crawford and Erica Bristow for being so supportive of me regarding my writing endeavors. I give more special thanks to Heather Elizabeth Byrne for inspiring me on my path toward becoming a published Author. And thanks especially to her sister, Tracey Ann Byrne, one of my best college friends, for being there for me through the varied pros and cons of undergraduate life.

To all persons above, thanks very much; specifically, Mr. Keanu Reeves, of course!

# The Mystery Alliance: Prequel to Evian's Saga

## Preface

"We are members of the elite rescue unit...The Mystery Alliance. We are Mystics, which have haunting, surreal beauty; as though we were chosen to be Mystics from the womb. When no one else can help, our secret alliance rescues hostages held in extreme terrorist situations. And this is an initial part of our story..."

# Chapter One

At Dwellen, the name of a sprawling, residential manor located within the outskirts of London, England (between both the West and East End districts), Exile Legend, leader and founder of The Mystery Alliance, is on his way toward The Sparring Room. He is needed there to mediate an ensuing argument between Kayo Rasputin, creator of The Mystery Arts, and Myth Vaga, a current Mystery Arts student. As he opens the door, he hears the ongoing argument echoing outside.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Myth!"

"Oh really, Master Rasputin? You are a sanctimonious, pompous..."

"At least, I am not an insolent, overbearing boor!

Exile decides to intervene at this point, by clapping his hands together loudly to gain their attention. "All right, gentleman...lower your voices. There is no need to yell. What seems to be the problem here?" Kayo speaks up first. "Well it seems that Myth Vaga here has yet another bright idea."

Exile smiles knowingly at Myth, quite used to his superior ideas and suggestions. "Indeed...?" Myth Vaga nods at this query. Exile says, "Well, let's hear it."

Myth rolls his eyes at him and says," Look, I just don't understand. Why do you have to be leader of our secret alliance?" Why not I? I mean, I am astounding. My martial arts skills are the best in the world. And another thing, why must our alliance be secret to everyone, except ourselves? We're Mystics gentleman... human beings would love to be like us. Couldn't there be some exceptional humans that we could recruit and instruct?"

Kayo sighs and asks, "Just what are you implying, Myth? Are you above us, now? As well as humans?"

"Exactly, Kayo, Mr. Mystery Arts master...why should Exile have all of the glory? I am just as intelligent and skilled as he. Am I, not right?"

He continues, not waiting for a response. "And why should we hide like cowards? Mystics are superhuman, you know...like, heroes?"

Exile shakes his head at him. "Myth, do you not yet understand? I have always been leader of The Mystery Alliance because I founded it and I am more experienced within the bounds of leadership. You've no idea at all how to be a leader of anything; least of all something as important as The Mystery Alliance. Also, Mystics survive on anonymity. We cannot simply unleash ourselves suddenly on unsuspecting human populations. They'd never understand, nor accept us."

Myth scoffs at these words. "What makes you think that?"

Kayo, annoyed with Myth's relentlessness, has had enough of this conversation. "Can any of us penetrate through that thick skull of yours? The Mystery Alliance must remain secret. Only high-ranking government officials know of our existence. So, it must be this way. Haven't you seen all of those science fiction films where humans discover that there are other similar species to homo sapiens, or even when they encounter alien species?"

Myth nods. "Yes, I have, of course. So?"

"Well, how do humans always react in such films?"

"They act paranoid, like they're scared of their own shadows."

Exile interrupts Kayo's spiel. "And what else occurs?"

Obviously frustrated, Myth looks at him, barely containing his boredom. "Why ask when you already know the answer?" Exile gestures toward him. "Go on, humor me." Myth Vaga sighs exaggeratedly and shrugs. "They persecute anyone different than they are and even go so far as to try to destroy them."

Exile claps his hands and chuckles once given this account of human behavior. "Brilliant deduction, Myth Vaga...now, you're finally beginning to understand. Even though, we have been discussing films, there are always some elements of truth to them."

Kayo speaks up just to make certain Myth Vaga gets the point. "And by the way, if you were to replace Exile as leader of The Mystery Alliance, no one would remain here, especially not I. Be very certain of that."

Myth lifts an eyebrow at these words. "Is that so, Kayo Rasputin?"

"Yes, that's absolutely so. Well, is there another matter you wish to discuss?"

Myth looks from Kayo to Exile, and then back again. Even though he still does not agree with either gentleman, he does not want to continue bickering with them now; for he was beginning to tire of their irritating presences. "No, there is nothing else on my agenda, as yet."

Exile smiles encouragingly, now that this argument appears to have been successfully mediated. "So, we are agreed. Aren't we? I shall remain leader and The Mystery Alliance shall remain secret."

"Only for as long as I am content that it be so", Myth thinks to himself. However, he says out loud, "Fine...leave matters as they are for now." Myth decides that it is time for him to take his leave. "All right, this has been a...thrilling conversation, but I must get back to my room. I don't feel much like practicing The Mystery Arts anymore today. Pardone mois, monsieurs."

Myth speaks in a patronizing and exaggeratedly French fashion. As Myth abruptly leaves The Sparring Room, closing the door behind him, Kayo walks over to stand beside Exile Legend. He says, "I don't know about you Exile, but I do know that man means much trouble for all of us. I don't believe he will ever give up so easily."

Exile taps Kayo on the shoulder to comfort him. "Maybe we need to believe in him more, Kayo. Or maybe that is why he puts up such a fight against authority."

Kayo Rasputin shakes his head sadly at him. "My old friend, please use common sense here. Myth Vaga is a rebellious and troubled individual. He is also unpredictable. He returns the gesture of affection by laying a hand on Exile's shoulder. "He does not change his ways...and he won't. Take my word for it. I will speak to you later, Exile Legend."

Exile nods and shrugs. "Yes, we will speak again." Kayo leaves The Sparring Room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Exile simply stands with his arms gallantly placed behind his back, staring pensively into space, mulling over the events of the afternoon.

## A Mystic Couple's Disagreement

Delphi is in The Banquet Room, sharing tea with Xavier Dustine and Nightshade Velour. Both gentlemen are in the act of taking their leave when Exile Legend enters the room. Delphi Legend says, "Oh! Hello, my love. How are you?"

"Perfectly well, Delphi. I just thought I would come and have some tea with you."

"Well, of course, please take a seat. I could use some company as Xavier and Nightshade were just about to abandon me."

Nightshade laughs at this. "That's not exactly true, Delphi. Xavier and I simply must do some sparring exercise practice today. Kayo is expecting us very soon."

Xavier replies with, "That is correct, Delphi. You know that we always enjoy your company."

Delphi waves a hand at them to cease their explanations. "There is no need to placate me, young sirs. I just enjoy niggling you both."

Nightshade bows slightly, in deference to both her and Exile. "Very well, then. We shall go now. Come on. Let's go, Xavier."

Xavier gestures and says, "Yes, Nightshade...after you." Nightshade takes his leave of them, with Xavier following closely behind.

Exile leans forward, kisses Delphi on the forehead, and sits directly in front of her. "Well, my dear, how did you find your tea?"

Delphi gives him a suggestive look. "Much better than your talk with Myth Vaga; or so it would seem."

Exile sighs. "Really, Delphi...you are too intuitive for my peace of mind. I was about to tell you about it."

"I'm listening."

Exile shrugs and says, "There was really nothing to it. The issue was rather easy to resolve."

Delphi scoffs at this. "Easy...with Myth Vaga? Who are you trying to convince of such nonsense? Me, or yourself?"

"I am not trying to fool anyone; certainly not myself."

"Well, you can stay in denial all you want. Myth Vaga is trouble. Mark my words."

"I hear you, wife."

"I wish we had never offered him asylum here."

"We cannot pick and choose the Mystics that are simply easier to handle. Many are troubled souls which need our help, even if they do not realize this."

"Why not? They are certainly easier to get along with. And we're much more able to find common ground with them."

Exile, exasperated with this dead-end conversation, suddenly rises, preparing to leave. "I have no wish to sit here any longer bantering back and forth with you. If you will excuse me...?"

Delphi grasps her husband by the hand to stop his leaving. "Please don't go like this, Exile. I'm sorry for distressing you; especially, over someone as unimportant as Myth Vaga. Please stay and have some tea with me. I insist."

"No, thank you, Delphi. I no longer wish to have tea. I'd much rather get a breath of fresh air."

"All right, do so."

Exile slightly bows in deference toward his lady wife and replies sarcastically, "Adieu, my dear. Until next we meet."

Delphi nods reluctantly. "Adieu."

As Exile leaves, Delphi stares after his retreating form in thoughtful silence.

# Chapter Two

A young man named, Fiend Dalliant, is lying in bed and staring at the ceiling of the apartment he shares with his lady love, Persia Lago. He is obviously anticipating his lover's impending arrival. All of a sudden, there is a whisper of noise outside the front door, and a turning of a key in the lock.

Persia opens the door and walks in. Fiend rises slightly and whistles a scary sounding tune before saying, "My, my, my...you have been arriving rather late these days. May I ask what kept you?"

Persia rolls her eyes at him. "Why, nothing at all, Fiend. I've just been window shopping for a few items. You know, planning to buy a few things when I can afford them."

"Yes, but why so late in the evening? It just doesn't make sense, if you ask me."

Snidely, she utters, "Well, as you can plainly see, I haven't asked you."

A dangerously, wicked gleam comes into Fiend Dalliant's eyes. "You dare to antagonize me, Persia. You actually dare to "wave a red flag in front of a bull", as is so often said?"

Persia smiles and asks a condescending question. "I suppose in this analogy, you are the bull?"

"You know that I am, and if I were you, I'd watch my next step. Suspicions can quickly become truth."

Persia looks at him. She smirks and walks slowly, yet gracefully with purpose toward their bed. At her approach, Fiend's eyes dilate with passion. As she leans suggestively towards him, he swiftly takes hold of her wrist to stop her progress or intent. "Stop it, Fiend! You're hurting my wrist."

Fiend takes no notice of her distress, but instead grasps her by the nape of her neck with his free hand. "Do not attempt to manipulate me with your incredible body and charm, Persia Lago. I can see through all your schemes. You won't get by me that way."

Persia, angered by his manhandling of her, cries out insistently. "Let go of me, Fiend. Now!"

Fiend suddenly releases her, and one again lies down prostrate before her, unfazed by her ire. "As you can see, I can be reasonable."

"Reasonable...ha! Don't make me laugh. I'm going to have some ugly bruises tomorrow."

Fiend waves a dismissing hand at this. "Nonsense, Persia, love. Nothing can ever mar that exquisite feline beauty."

Persia colors at this compliment yet watches Fiend warily...wondering what he is thinking but lacking the courage at this time to ask.

Fiend points toward her; gesturing for Persia to come back over to him. "Come here, my little minx."

Persia decides to forgive his rude behavior and does as she is bid. As she leans over him, Fiend grasps her by the waist and pulls her forcefully down to kiss her passionately. Instead of protesting, Persia wraps her arms around his neck in a rush of thrilling surrender. Fiend tumbles her forwards onto the bed and manipulates her underneath him. Persia quickly reaches toward the lamp beside their bed and switches off the light, as Fiend Dalliant's ardent passion increases.

## Master of Dwellen

Myth has returned home. He is in his own private quarters, getting ready for bed, when there is a knock on the door. He sighs, and then speaks. "Who is it?"

"It is I, Exile Legend. Please open the door, Myth."

Sighing, Myth says, "Come on in, then. The door is open."

Exile enters the room and glances intently over toward Myth, noticing his state of undress (as he is only wearing a bathrobe). "I hear you've been out carousing again...and at all hours of the night when you should be focusing on improving at The Mystery Arts."

Myth sniffs at these insinuating words before saying, "I am already adept at our art of self-defense. I will continue to train at my own leisure...not at yours, nor at anyone else's command."

"Myth Vaga, how long do you intend to fight against me? No, actually what I should be asking is, how long will you continue to be stubborn and rebellious?"

Myth turns away from Exile and walks over to his window, staring pensively at the moonlight and stars. Suddenly, he swivels around to face his accuser again. "Exile, I do not intend to appear as such. It's just that I do not like following anyone's direction or orders. When I lost my parents as a young boy child, I was unfortunately sent to be reared in a hideously poor orphanage on the outskirts of Marseilles.

None of the children there smiled much; for we had severe and strict taskmasters. So, recalling the former love of our parents became dubious indeed.

Children which grow up like that seldom enjoy rules, regulations, commands, and what have you. Now, are you beginning to understand my reluctance to be ordered about?"

Throughout this spiel, Exile Legend begins to understand more about Myth Vaga than he ever has until at this moment. He nods with understanding. "Yes, Myth Vaga, I have learned more about you tonight than since we first met."

Myth laughs and says, "And what a day that was."

Exile laughs also as he recalls their first meeting. "You can say that again."

"When Raven Hawk first revealed to me that I was brought here under false pretenses, I was ready to explode."

"I remember, Myth, that we needed both Delphi and Kayo Rasputin to soothe your enraged emotions."

Myth shrugs. "Well, I would have come on interest alone, but the subterfuge was unnecessary. At least, that was my view of such circumstances."

"Do you still think this?"

"I do, but it does not matter any longer. I have since chosen to regard it as unimportant."

"Very well, my friend."

Myth yawns in an exaggerated fashion before asking, "If there isn't anything else, Exile? I must confess that I am bone weary and wish to sleep, now."

Exile nods and says, "I have nothing else to say, presently. No, not anything that cannot wait until another day."

Myth smiles, with obvious relief. "That's quite wonderful news to my ears. Anyway, I shall strive to be more accommodating in future...as much as it lies within me to be so amiable."

"I suppose that I cannot ask for anything more than that, especially not from you, Myth Vaga. I will now take my leave of you. Good night, Myth."

"Good night, Exile Legend."

Exile leaves, closing the door softly behind him. Myth goes to bed and lies down quickly. He closes his eyes, recalling the vision of the beautiful siren with the spectacular calico-cat colored hair he's been meeting with for months, now. He mutters to himself, "Very soon, my dear, and we will be united in a common cause." Myth laughs and closes his eyes, settling more comfortably in bed for getting a good night's sleep.

## Master Sleuths sparring in The Sparring Room

The next afternoon, Raven Hawk, Flaxen Nereis, and Kayo Rasputin are in The Sparring Room, engaged in a heart-pounding sparring session. Flaxen aims a mighty High-Kick towards Raven Hawk's torso, but she successfully blocks the attack by grasping the attacking arm and knocking it out of the way. Next, Raven directs a powerful Closed-Fist punch toward Flaxen's chest.

She reels backward, but quickly rights her position, and then begins moving her arms forward and backward in the style of a Ninja warrior. Raven smiles confidently, and positions herself, in preparation for the next attack from her skilled opponent. Flaxen moves swiftly forward to aim a deft punch toward Raven Hawk's face, but she superbly evades the intended attack by grasping Flaxen's wrist and placing her arm forcefully behind her back.

And then, with great force, Raven pushes her in the chest with the palm of her hand, just as she releases Flaxen's wrist, causing her opponent to stumble backwards from the onslaught, and to fall down upon the floor. As Flaxen Nereis rights herself, Kayo Rasputin chooses this time to intercede. "All right ladies; that was an excellent match."

Flaxen looks at him curiously, and then asks, "Are we finished, then?"

Raven smirks at this, before saying, "So, it would appear."

Kayo nods. "Yes, that is all, for now. Both of you are becoming marvelously adept at The Mystery Arts."

In response, Raven says, "Splendid! I can hardly wait until we have another rescue mission. Now, that would be phenomenal practice."

Flaxen laughs and says, "You're an adrenaline junkie!"

Raven, offended, aims an angry look toward her friend and cohort. "Don't you even dare to call me that, Flaxen! That would be tantamount to comparing me to Myth Vaga. And you know no one in their right mind wants to be likened to Myth."

Flaxen Nereis shrugs in a nonchalant fashion. "Touchy; so sorry to have offended you, but I was just joking."

"That is all well and good, Flaxen. I just didn't find it funny."

Kayo shakes his head, silently admonishing both women. "Ladies, do not upset yourselves over an individual like Myth Vaga. He is just not worth it. He is an apt pupil, but disagreeable and defiant."

Raven Hawk nods emphatically in response to these words. "Those are exactly the words which describe Myth Vaga, all right."

Flaxen says, "Please don't neglect to add arrogance to one of his traits. Anyway, let's get out of here, Raven. I need to eat some dinner."

"All right, because I am hungry, too. Sparring certainly burns calories. Let's go."

As they start to leave, Raven Hawk swivels around to ask, "Aren't you coming with us Kayo?"

Kayo bestows an attractive smile upon her. "Yes, in a few minutes. I shall meet you there."

As they continue on their way to The Banquet Room, Flaxen closes the door almost soundlessly behind them.

## A Passionate Reunion

Delphi Legend is sitting before her dressing-table's mirror, brushing her silky hair, as Exile Legend suddenly enters their marital quarters. He stands there gazing upon her, transfixed by her glorious beauty. Delphi bestows a "cat got the canary" smile upon her adoring husband, silently exulting in her sexual power over him.

"Well, are you going to say something, my husband? Or are you just going to stand there leering at me?"

Exile takes a keen hold of himself, and says, "Of course, I want to say something. Good evening, my love."

Delphi nods and returns the same greetings, "Good evening, Exile."

"I wanted to say that I am sorry about our quarrel the other day. It seems, upon reflection, a rather silly disagreement."

Upon hearing this apology, Delphi turns in her chair to face him. "You are quite right, Exile, leader of The Mystery Alliance. There was certainly no need to quarrel over Myth Vaga; nor his behavior. He is no threat to our happiness. Why should we make him so?"

Exile Legend nods in agreement. "Yes, I prefer that we remain amiable with each other at all times."

As Delphi scoffs at this, Exile says, "Well, at least as much as can be expected."

She laughs, stands, and walks over to a large cage bestowed next to their bed. It has a beautiful male cat inside. He has the unique marbled circular patterns of a classic tabby cat with fascinating, orange-swirl colored eyes (including multiple colors, turquoise irises, and black pupils). Delphi coos to him and picks him up. She then turns to face her husband and strokes the cat's head and nape.

Exile smiles, enjoying the contented look upon her face. "It appears that Goyganchee is visiting tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Mystic Kitty is in attendance."

Exile asks, "And where, may I ask, is his attendant?"

"Weatherly shall pick him up in the morning. She needed to get an early night's rest."

"Oh, I see. I do wonder how he finds life as the only lone Mystic cat in existence."

Delphi looks at him askance. "Now, we don't know that for certain. Weatherly is on a devoted mission to find others of his kind. And then, he won't be alone. (pauses) Well, not truly alone...for he has us. But, he would have others like him to keep him company."

Exile nods. "Yes, you are correct. I suppose it will always remain a mystery as to how he became a Mystic feline."

She shrugs. "Unfortunately, Mystic beings have always been shrouded in mystery. There is so much that we must learn about the origins of Mystics."

He remains silent, and watches whilst Delphi prepares to place Goyganchee back in his cage. She says, "Goodnight, old fellow."

Goyganchee lets out a beautifully musical-sounding meow in response before Delphi places a cover over his cage.

She hurries into their bathroom, turns on the light, and washes her hands with sweet-smelling soap. Once she is finished, she turns off the light, and turns to face her husband wearing a sensual expression.

Exile simply watches his beloved in knowing silence.

Delphi makes her graceful way over toward where her husband is standing. She stands on tiptoe and kisses him lightly on the lips. "Now, my dearest, take your loving wife to bed now, and we'll make everything all right."

Exile lifts an eyebrow and asks, "So soon? Are you sure you wish to make love, now?"

Delphi nods, smiling wickedly, and wraps her arms around his strong neck. "Yes, my love, I am certain. I want you so very much right now."

Exile Legend is so overcome by her insistence, that he starts kissing her passionately. She returns his kisses with great delight, and soon this is not enough for either of them. He suddenly lifts Delphi off of her feet, and strides over toward their bed, proceeding to lay her down upon it; as gently as touching thistledown. Exile lies down beside his wife and pulls her back into his arms, before kissing her exquisite mouth again. Their lovemaking ensues to their mutual delight.

# Chapter Three

Myth is seated at a discreet corner table inside a clandestine little French restaurant in London, England. He sips elegantly at his gourmet Earl Grey tea whist awaiting the impending arrival of his dinner guest and love interest. Persia Lago enters the restaurant, wearing a long, black trench coat, and also a pair of fashionable, dark sunglasses. She covers the distance to the dinner table with quick, lengthy strides.

"Good evening, Myth."

Myth simply places his tea cup into its saucer and says, "Good evening, my dear. Should we have scheduled our dinner at a later time?"

Persia doesn't answer until she sits directly in front of him. "No, right now is just fine."

Myth lifts an eyebrow in disbelief. "Are you quite certain? I mean, it appears that Mr. Dalliant enjoys keeping very close tabs on you."

"Myth, don't worry your beautiful self about it. Fiend does not matter to me anymore. Well, not like that anymore; romantically speaking. Only you matter to me. You've become my whole world."

Myth smiles with an arrogant, self-satisfied smile. "Yes, I have come to realize this."

Angered by this superior display of macho arrogance, Persia erupts with, "Well, at least you will be once you become ruler of that pathetic little alliance of yours...as it stands, now."

Myth nods. "I intend to do just that."

Persia looks at him curiously, but with just a mild touch of suspicion. "When? This is the first I've heard of it."

He shrugs nonchalantly and waves his hand to obtain the attention of their waiter. The waiter notices this gesture, and quickly comes over to offer some assistance.

"Good evening again, sir. May I be of any service this time?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, my good man..."

The waiter interrupts. "Andy, sir...my name is Andy."

Myth nods quickly. "Very well, Andy, please bring our order now.'

"Yes, of course. I will be right back, sir."

As the waiter leaves to get their order, Persia smiles snidely at her dinner companion. "So, you ordered for both of us...again, I see."

"What do you expect? It hasn't taken me very long to become acquainted with your likes and dislikes these past months."

"I am certainly happy to hear that. So now, maybe you will leave and start your own group of followers. You already know that you have my allegiance."

"Yes, my dear, but where do you propose I lead anyone? I have nowhere else to go. Without a roof over our heads, we will be a ragged little band of Mystics indeed."

Persia waves a hand carelessly through the air. "We will start little and then expand our little troupe; as things usually do." She looks up, and spies the waiter coming back to their table. "As I was about to say, I have found a place. And I will take you there immediately after our meal."

The waiter has arrived and is holding their dinner items. "All right, who has the beef bourguignon?"

Persia raises a hand and says, "That would be me."

"Great! A beef bourguignon is for the lady. So, that leaves the filet mignon for the gentleman."

As the waiter speaks, he places each respective tray with each one of the diners. "If everything is to your satisfaction, I'll just take my leave of you."

Myth asks, "Where is the wine I ordered?"

The waiter snaps his finger and says, "Oh yes, I forgot! He walks away from them and enters the wine cellar. He comes back in a few moments with the exact bottle of wine. "Here we are...Dom Perignon."

The waiter opens the champagne and pours an accurate amount in each glass, after allowing the froth to settle. He also elegantly hands a glass to each diner. "There you go! Have a pleasant meal."

Myth nods and says, "Thanks again, Andy."

As the waiter, Andy, walks away, Persia Lago and Myth Vaga gaze fondly upon one another. Persia points toward his plate and says sarcastically, "Bon appetit." Myth laughs, and replies with, "Merci." Both of these Mystic diners fall upon their meals with undisguised appreciation.

## Evian's Best Friend

Evian Magi is lying in his caravan, looking over some sheet music. He's trying to decide what items he should take with him on his trip with the traveling carnival, when there is a knock on the door. Evian calls out to his unexpected visitor, "Come in."

Kacy Redlynn enters, smiling widely and coquettishly at Evian. "Hi, Evian. Are you all packed for the trip?"

Evian nods. "Yes, I'm ready as I'll ever be. How about you, Kace?"

"I'm still working on it. Say, are you sure you don't mind my tagging along?"

Evian shakes his head in response and utters, "Certainly not! Do you really need to ask?"

"No, but I just don't want to be in the way."

"In the way...? Come on, there is plenty of room in the caravan."

Kacy nods and shrugs. "All right, but how were you able to get away from that little guy? What was his name?"

"Oh! You mean, Stevie."

Kacy nods. "Yes."

"I haven't, as yet. But, I don't believe it will pose any problem at all."

"Well, if anyone can do it with finesse, it is definitely you. You know, Evian, you are so great at keeping secrets. I mean, you're like a 'superspy'. Everybody thinks you are a loner; meanwhile, you and I have known each other all of our lives."

"That may be true. And our private business should remain ours alone."

Feeling uneasy with the direction the conversation's taken, Kacy decides to lighten things up a bit. "Anyway, here's one of my suitcases." She hands a small case over to him.

Evian takes hold of the case, and then looks at her curiously. "This is rather light packing so far, Kace. I just hope there is more coming."

Kacy chuckles at these words. "Of course, Evian, as soon as I've finished packing the rest of my things."

All right, so bring them over when you're finished. I will put them up for you, and then we shall be on our way."

"Sure thing. Just let me know exactly when we will be leaving."

"When I know, I will gladly let you know, too."

"Thanks so much, Evian. I will see you later."

Kacy leaves as quickly as she entered before. Evian smiles, as she walks away. He thinks about his unusual friend's actions, before he starts stowing her case away.

## A Mystic Detour

Myth Vaga and Persia Lago have long since left the elegant French restaurant. They are walking around a neighboring suburb on the outskirts of Paris, France. Persia leads the way as Myth follows purposefully in the wake of her footsteps. As they almost stumble into a bunch of shrubs, Myth becomes irritated with his beautiful companion.

"Just how much farther do we have to continue on this intrepid trek?"

Persia laughs at his obvious display of annoyance and reluctance to continue on their proposed journey. "I do realize it may seem like I don't even know where we're going, but the last time I came here was during daylight hours."

"I see. Please do inform me when we have reached our destination."

"Actually, we are already here. It's just past these trees. Please keep following me."

Persia leads them through a small cluster of trees on a hill above some of the neighboring homes in the surrounding area. As they reach a clearing, Persia stops in midstride. Myth comes to a halt and moves to stand beside her.

Suddenly, she smiles with pure joy as she looks at him, points, and says, "Here it is, Myth Vaga. Just feast your eyes on that!"

Myth Vaga looks across the way to where she has been pointing, and gasps in awe. "It is truly magnificent...beautiful, yet monstrous in its size!"

"My sentiments exactly, Myth. It is a villa that has come up for sale. At a rather meager price, I might add, because the family can no longer afford the taxes and the maintenance it'll take for its upkeep."

"Brilliant find, my little tabby cat. But, even though it is on offer at an affordable price; could we purchase it?"

Persia gives him a haughty look. "Dear Myth Vaga, don't you think I have accounted for every eventuality? Of course, it is affordable for you to purchase...not we."

"What can you mean?"

"Oh, you know the money you inherited after both of your parents died. It will be enough to purchase the property."

As Myth starts to speak, Persia Lago places a silencing hand upon his lips. "I took the liberty of anticipating your concerns before I decided to propose this idea to you. My money will more than adequately provide for its upkeep and any necessary restorations."

All of a sudden, Myth Vaga erupts with a side-splitting spew of laughter that sounds rather attractively male. It takes a few moments before he regains control of himself. "I do apologize for my humor, my dear one. But, I was overcome by your incredible ingenuity. You have solved any future problems before they could even come into being. Persia, you've also provided us both with an excellent escape route from our current traps, if you don't mind the description."

Persia Lago beams at these words of praise, obviously pleased for him to have understood all of her plans and intentions. "Yes, I have prepared for any contingency."

"Tell me, have you already contacted the realty agency and put forth this delightful proposal of yours?"

Persia chuckles, nods, and responds with, "Yes, I have...just recently. All that is left for us to do is put up the funds for the purchase and the entire villa and estate are ours for the taking. What do you think of that, Myth Vaga?"

Myth smiles with wicked delight, quickly grasps her by the waist, and then pulls her completely into the circle of his arms. He kisses Persia passionately and she responds eagerly, obviously stirred by such a determinedly passionate onslaught. When Myth gently releases her, he speaks again. "I love your plans, and I love everything you've done on our behalf.

The only thing that can fill me with even more delight is if you'll have done with this Fiend Dalliant and marry me. We could have it all! Don't you agree, my enchanting Persia Lago?"

Persia is so overcome by this unexpected proposal that she hugs Myth excitedly and kisses him fervently. Slowly, she disengages from their embrace and smiles with pure joy emanating from within. "Yes, we could and do have it all within our grasp, Myth Vaga. And yes, I will marry you, my heart. But, only if I am allowed to keep my name.

Myth reaches out to gently stroke her face. Yes, of course you may keep your name, my proud and independent vixen. Now then, let's get moving. We've got a great deal of planning to do." Myth and Persia both prepare to leave the area in the same direction that they came.

## Rescue Mission

Paris, France: Inside a Tour Bus stopped near Notre Dame Cathedral.

A troupe of terrorists, which appear to be approximately 10 South American guerrilla fighters (wearing camouflage colored make-up), have kidnapped some civilians that include a gentleman caregiver and the 3 children currently in his care. They are all sitting, trembling in the front and center rows of seats on the tour bus. The leader of these terrorists silently approaches the hostages.

He stands directly in front of the bus driver and taunts him, in a strong Hispanic accent with, "We are so very sorry that we must do this to you, Niles Montief. But, you leave us no choice. You are a traitor, Senior. And I have always detested traitors, ever since all of our former brethren betrayed us by running away and leaving us to our own devices. Alas, to our own doomed...fate.

At this statement, Niles Montief feels compelled to say, "But old friend, I am a reformed man, now. I no longer reside in your country, nor do I know what atrocities you have suffered since I relocated here."

The villain standing before him laughs sadistically and waves a gun in front of his captive's face. "Guess what? I could care less about what you know and do not know. I care not for any traitors. I don't trust them, and I cannot abide them. I really think I have been put on this Earth to rid all mankind of such a vile disease."

Niles Montief looks into the eyes of this madman, for that is no doubt what he is, and shakes his head pitifully. "You are mad, monsieur! Whatever you have against us that fled your illustrious country, and your brotherhood, does not include all those who may have fled any other countries."

The villain simply shrugs and quotes these words, "We all go a little mad sometimes." When Niles Montief looks at him askance, he laughs again. "Just a quote from an incredible American Horror film, "Psycho", starring the late, great Anthony Perkins.

He quoted that famous line, I believe. You could be right, my old comrade. I might be mad; of course, I haven't ever considered such a thing before. But, if I am mad, I must tell you that I was made that way. Dictatorial countries have been known to make good men insane.

Montief, assured of the fact that he is indeed dealing with a madman, still attempts to reason with him, somehow. "Please, Manuel Montoya, just let these children go. They haven't done anything deserving such treatment. It was I who left the brotherhood behind. I haven't any excuse for my careless actions that you will accept. So, I will only say that I wanted a new life and a new start. I reformed my ways and became a harmless man; working a legitimate and routine 9 to 5 job. And I am quite enjoying the simple life, I must admit."

Manuel Montoya, the villain, looks down upon him with disdain and responds with, "Maybe they are sacrifices to our cause. We need hostages. I mean, we've already had to assassinate 6 of our traitorous brethren. You are the only one left to punish. So, you see, Niles Montief, one hostage would make for a poor negotiating platform, I'm afraid.

Montief, horrified by what this madman has just professed, starts pleading profusely for the lives of the kidnapped children. "Please, hear me out! These are innocent children! I was just watching over them for their parents that were among a Notre Dame tourist group. Please don't make me responsible for their lives. I am begging you, Manuel."

Manuel Montoya laughs coldly at this man's pathetic plea for mercy. And then, he just shrugs. "Try to think of it as punishment for them wanting to get a closer look at the gargoyles." At this cruel statement, the rest of the guerilla fighters laugh boisterously in unison, with side-splitting guffaws.

Suddenly, Niles Montief's cellular phone starts to ring, still located in his coat pocket. Manuel Montoya leans forward and aggressively yanks the ringing mechanism from Montief's coat pocket. Before he answers, he quickly says to one of his nearby compatriots, "Watch him!"

He says, "Hello", as his compatriot responds quickly to this command.

A voice at the other end says, "Hello. This is Officer Margarete Lambert at the Department and Municipality in Paris, France. With whom am I speaking?" Irritated, Manuel puts an end to the conversation by shouting, "No, Francais!" before rudely cutting the connection.

Montoya says to his compatriots, "That was the gendarmes. It seems the brats' parents have called the French police. I wonder how these American tourists would feel if we started executing their spoiled little ones; one-by-one. He laughs delightedly, and his compatriots laugh with him.

The children start shrieking and crying with great terror. Niles Montief can no longer contain himself. He yells, "Please let us GO! Next, he says, "At least, let the children go; if you have any compassion within you!"

Manuel Montoya laughs again. He comes to stand before him. "I have no human feeling for traitors. It is time you started to realize that, Niles Montief. I don't know why I address you by that stupid, false name. Nicholas Marcos seemed more appropriate to me.

Montief says, "Yes, I left my name behind, also. As a reformed person, I felt that I needed to change my name as well."

"Maybe you should have made more powerful friends. You might not have ended up in your present predicament."

In response, Niles Montief shakes his head in defeat, and lets his head hang down with resignation.

## The Mystery Alliance to the Rescue

Xavier Dustine is on Night Watch duty. The telephone rings and he quickly answers the call. Xavier says, "Mystery Control." On the other end, Senator Meeka Cass says, "Mystery Control, this is Senator Meeka Cass."

Xavier responds simply with, "Receiving..."

The Senator continues on, "We have a serious situation."

Upon hearing this statement, Xavier suddenly presses The Enemy Threat alarm. "And the situation is...?"

"Terrorists that we believe originate from some unknown area of South America have abducted the children of some American tourists, along with a bus driver by the name of Niles Montief."

"Location...?"

"They've been abducted on a tour bus located near the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France."

Xavier Dustine scoffs and responds immediately with, "And the intended victim or victims are?"

"The French Municipalities believe all of the hostages are in grave danger. And we feel that we have no other recourse, except to contact The Mystery Alliance to ask for assistance in this dreadful matter."

"Then indeed, we shall respond. Mystery Control is signing off."

Xavier ends the call. Exile Legend, Juno Vogel and Nightshade Velour enter the Mystery Control Room. Exile Legend asks, "What is the situation?"

Xavier says, "Situations is critical, Exile. Children of some American tourists have been abducted and might be scheduled for execution, along with a lone gentleman by the name of Niles Montief."

"What are the terrorists' identities?"

"They are some terrorists believed to originate from some unknown South American region."

Juno decides to intercede by asking a question. "How long do we have?"

Xavier Dustine shakes his head and informs them. "From what I gather, there have been no negotiations yet. Our actions should be swift and exercised with astute cunning because we don't know who or what exactly we are dealing with here."

Exile Legend nods, and then turns to face both Juno Vogel and Nightshade Velour. "Xavier's right...with such unknown factors, we must act as quickly as possible. So, this means that we definitely need Master sleuths on this mission because we need the mastered skills of those that are swift-of-foot.

Nightshade decides to offer some expert advice. "Yes, Exile, I agree. And I know just the Mystic minions to accompany Juno and I on this mission."

Exile Legend nods, and smiles at them before saying, "All right, Nightshade Velour, feel free to select and assemble your Mystic cohorts for this rescue mission. Make your preparations."

Nightshade, Juno and Xavier all bow slightly in deference to Exile Legend. And

then they scamper hurriedly off to prepare for the impending mission.

## After Selection of Mystic Compatriots

Nightshade, Juno, and Xavier have gathered in the parking area of Dwellen,

after having selected the appropriate Mystic minions for this mission. Raven Hawk, Flaxen Nereis, and Dutch Pierce are going to accompany them, along with several others. Nightshade speaks authoritatively to the gathered Mystic troupe. "Now everyone, make certain you have your Stingers, and any of your Ninjitsu warrior weapons."

Flaxen asks, "Is it all right that I have brought my Nunchakus?

Juno Vogel chooses to answer, in place of Nightshade Velour. "Of course, it is all right, if you truly think you will need them."

"I'm not sure, but I'm taking no chances. I mean, who knows what we're up against this time."

Xavier nods in agreement. "You're right, Flaxen. We could be up against some real psychotic criminals."

Raven Hawk smiles at Xavier Dustine and says, "Or worse yet, they could even be some cold-blooded psychopaths."

In reply to this, Dutch says, "Oh! No, I hope not!"

Nightshade has been growing weary with these rather boring introspective speculations. "All right, if everyone is ready...Let's MOVE OUT!"

Immediately, all members of The Mystery Alliance assigned to the rescue mission, tighten up and begin to march in military formation toward parked Hummer ATV's. They get in and drive away, their progress being observed (as usual) by Live Video Surveillance.

## The Mystery Alliance is on the Way

Location: Paris, France during Early Evening: Twilight Hours.

Mystery Air has landed upon an empty field not too far away from Notre Dame Cathedral, and the tour bus, as well. The Mystic passengers alight from their aircraft, moving silently and stealthily through the surrounding area (heading toward their destination; the tour bus). Moving like the master sleuths they are, they cover the intrepid trek toward their destination within minutes.

Nightshade Velour and Xavier Dustine take plenty of grappling hooks from their knapsacks and distribute them evenly among each Mystic cohort. Everyone throws their grappling hooks, with masterful aim, toward the roof of the bus. Once they've climbed to the roof, each Mystic spreads out, looking for a place to safely look down upon the dangerous terrorists.

Using special Night-Sensory goggles, they detect the terrorists' actual positions. After the locations of the entire enemy threat are pin-pointed, all of the

Mystics band together to execute a decisive plan-of-action.

## The Surprise Attack

Manuel Montoya is standing directly in front of the hostages, munching greedily upon some cold luncheon meat. He has already distributed, in an exaggeratedly generous manner, some of this meat to his hungry compatriots (who are standing around and disgustingly, hanging onto his every word). They are each holding a gun with one arm and hand, whilst ravenously devouring this offering with the other hand.

While munching greedily and quite noisily on a large slice of meat, Manuel Montoya looks over toward where Niles Montief is sitting. He still has his bowed and hanging limp before his captors. Niles is weeping silently, apparently overwhelmed by this present debacle.

Manuel Montoya, definitely one to gloat over every sort of victory, carelessly swallows his food greedily before taking a swig of water from his canteen (which is swung casually over one shoulder). He then smiles snidely and crows with absolute delight at having thwarted Niles Montief's plans for happiness. "Why, Nicholas Marcos, what can you possibly have to weep about?"

Niles Montief does not respond, so Montoya continues. "You get to be amongst your old friends once more before you leave this life. Well clearly, that is certainly more than most people could ever hope for in this mad and brutal world."

Yet again, Montoya's wicked band of associates laugh loudly at this horribly cruel and heartless statement. One of his fellows, by the name of Ricardo Sifuentes, says to Montoya, "Hey boss--Get him to tell all of the little niños goodbye before we execute him; cowardly traitor that he is. At least he can leave this world knowing he was given a chance to say farewell to at least some people he cares about."

"Since he does not care for us...is that what you mean, Ricardo?"

Nodding, Sifuentes replies with, "Bien. It is the only compassion we need show him."

Montoya shrugs. "But, wait one moment, why should we even show him any compassion at all? I have none for traitors, as I have already made clear...obviously to him, if not to anyone else."

Sifuentes haughtily glances over toward the crouched and still grieving form of Niles Montief, and then shrugs, as well. "As you wish, Boss...I care not at all what you do with this sniveling coward. I was just trying to give the pitiful louse a "kiss before dying", if you get my meaning."

Montoya laughs and nods at hearing these last words. "I do get your meaning, my friend." He looks at Montief again and says, "For you, however, my ex-comrade and betrayer, there will be no "kiss before dying", as Ricardo suggested. You are hereby sentenced to death by execution. The punishment shall

be carried out when I see fit, and at no other time."

He stands up and takes a few steps, before turning back slightly. "Do enjoy your last hours, Nicholas Marcos. If only you'd stayed and suffered right there beside our brotherhood." He turns again and marches away toward the rear end of the bus. Montoya signals to all of his comrades-in-arms, except to Ricardo Sifuentes, who is following him. The menacing and merciless leader moves into position to cast a watchful eye upon the hostages.

## Rescue Finale

Above...silently sleuthing upon the cathedral's roof, The Mystery Alliance assembles and prepares by getting into attack mode. Nightshade Velour, as he spies five of the terrorists huddled together toward the rear end of the bus, says, "All right, people, let's remove these guys from this equation."

Juno Vogel speaks up by saying, "Will do, Nightshade. Flaxen and I will take care of the loner; indicating a lone gunman standing guard over the hostages."

Nightshade nods in agreement. "Sounds good, Juno. The rest of us will spread out at the rear of the vehicle, and take out the five...leftovers, shall we call them?" Juno does not utter a word, just laughs. Therefore, Nightshade Velour continues. "But, let's synchronize our moves as close together as possible.

And all of the members of the Mystery Alliance say simultaneously, "Okay."

Swiftly, Nightshade, Xavier, Raven, Dutch, and the rest of their mystic entourage deftly use their grappling hooks to leap from the roof of the tour bus, and then proceed to kick in the rear windows to land on their feet with breathtakingly efficient skill. A few seconds later, Juno and Flaxen also leap from the roof with their grappling hooks to kick in the front windows this time. As they land, Flaxen Nereis executes a powerful High-Kick toward Manuel Montoya's torso, sending him reeling backward.

Dutch Pierce uses his stinger to cold-cock Ricardo Sifuentes unconscious. Raven Hawk and Xavier Dustine kick their opponents in their chests, and in their faces, before effortlessly and simultaneously catapulting backwards; with faultless precision. Their opponents fall back onto the floor, but as soon as they attempt to right themselves to standing positions, Raven and Xavier both use the 3-Fist Plum Blossom Praying Mantis Kung-fu sequence to render them unconscious.

Manuel Montoya slowly stands upright and shakes his head, as if to clear it of any dizziness left over by Flaxen Nereis' expert High-kick. He stares with pure hatred toward her and says, "Come on then, girl. Do your worst."

Flaxen shrugs nonchalantly and responds with a cool, "Your wish is my command."

She then proceeds to use her nunchakus deftly to aim an impactful blow toward the top of Manuel Montoya's cranium. He groans, whilst grasping his injured head, and suddenly lunges forward frantically grasp Flaxen Nereis by the nape of the neck. He starts to squeeze tight, applying painful pressure.

Therefore, she uses one hand to struggle being released from his grasp, and then uses her free hand to punch the enraged maniac in the nose, before delivering a punishing reverse High-Kick to the back of his head. Once Montoya releases his death grip from her nape and falls forward onto the floor, Flaxen decides it is time to end this battle by first turning slightly, just before bending down to deliver a rapid succession of punches to his face. He collapses in an instant from the aggressive onslaught.

Nightshade Velour and this Mystery Alliance unit dispatch the rest of the Enemy threat with marvelous ease. One of the guerilla fighters aims a bruising fist toward Nightshade's face, but he evades this sly attack by knocking the aggressor's hand away, and then moving behind him to place him in the "sleeper" position. Within moments, it seems his opponent slides unconsciously to the bus floor.

Another guerilla fighter, in retaliation for his cohort's defeat, delivers a swift punch to Nightshade Velour's face, sending him reeling back slightly before he can evade this attack. Fortunately, suffering none the worse by this attack, Nightshade slides stealthily to the floor in slit fashion to aim a powerful punch to his aggressor's groin area. The guerilla fighter howls in agony, and grasps the sensitive, injured area. Nightshade, whilst remaining in the same position, grasps him tightly by the neck with his feet, and then with an adept twist and pull action, he forces his opponent onto the floor beside him.

Niles Montief speaks in an enthusiastically gracious manner. "Thank you so very much for what you have done. I was filled with despair. Not for myself, you understand. But, for these innocent children that were in my care earlier."

Juno Vogel can only stare at him, but Xavier Dustine says, "How kind your words are, Mr. Montief. You're very welcome, and we certainly do understand. However, we must be going."

He nods to Juno Vogel, and she speaks into a Walkie-talkie, "Hello, Senator."

The senator replies immediately. "Yes?"

"The threat is over. Please send your men to arrest these terrorists and to care for the former hostages."

"Yes. We'll do."

Juno simply ends the communication and glances quickly at Xavier. He then glances at all of his cohorts, and says with an upraised voice, "Let's roll!"

At these words, The Mystery Alliance retrieve all of their weapons scattered during the battle, and leaves through the rear door of the bus, as silent and stealthily as when they initially appeared earlier. With not a moment to spare, they retreat back to their aircraft, and quickly prepare for take-off.

## The Victorious Ones Return Home

The Mystery Alliance has once again returned home, safe and sound, after completing yet another rescue mission. Exile Legend having waited on their return, proceeds to the Storage Locker room. He happens upon Xavier and Nightshade, who have finished storing all of their rescue equipment.

As the storage lockers are closed, the two Mystics turn to find Exile standing before them. "Excellent work gentlemen, I must say! Please pass my compliments on to all of the members of your chosen team. They demonstrated expert agility and gallantry in their master sleuthing."

Xavier bows slightly and says, "Yes, Exile Legend. Thank you very much. We will make certain they are aware of your praise."

Exile Legends nods. "I believe you will."

Nightshade Velour nods and smiles delightedly. "Yes, we shall. Not bad for a night's work, I must say. Once again, we seem to have chosen the right Mystic minions for the job at hand."

Xavier chuckles. "Well, maybe we have a sixth sense about such things. You know, an undiscovered ability for selecting the right Mystics for each specific mission."

Exile nods in agreement. "I am sure that as time goes on, you will discover even more abilities. Being a Mystic certainly comes with many surprises."

Xavier says, "I can hardly wait. But, until tomorrow, Exile Legend."

"Yes, until tomorrow, Xavier...Nightshade."

Nightshade nods before starting to leave the room, with Xavier following in the wake of his footsteps. Exile turns off the lights and is the last to leave the Storage Locker room.

# Chapter Four

In the city of London, England, Evian Magi is leaving a Chinese restaurant. Having had a splendid lunch, he leaves the restaurant with the intention of going to a matinée showing at a nearby theater. A gangly and awkward youth hurries to keep instep with Evian's rather lengthy strides.

"Evian, why do you want to see some flick about aliens taking over Earth? I mean, we could be practicing with Danny's band in a few minutes."

"You go on and do so, Stevie Matthews. I would rather see the flick right now, as you call it."

"I don't understand you, Evian. Why are you always a loner?"

"Well, for one thing, I have had a lot of practice being alone."

Stevie stops in mid-stride, causing Evian to stop, and look questioningly at him. "I'm so sorry, Evian. I forgot about your parents, and how you lost them."

Evian taps Stevie on the shoulder lightly in an affectionately placating manner. "It is quite all right, Buzz." He laughs at the nickname, and then proceeds with, "I am quite used to being an orphan now."

Stevie rolls his eyes upon hearing this remonstration. "That may well be, but you don't have to call me that silly childish nickname whenever I do or say something you don't particularly approve of."

Evian Magi shrugs. "Maybe not, but that's the way I think of you. You were always bugging people and buzzing around them like a little bee."

Stevie laughs in spite of himself, and says, "You could be right, Evian. So, I can't argue with you on that point."

"You and I both know that I am right, Buzz. Anyway, I am going to go now. Look, just head on over to Danny's place. I'm sure Danny and his band will be thrilled to have you join them. After all, you are one of the best drummers around these parts."

Taken aback by these unexpected words of praise, Stevie asks, "Do you really think so?"

Evian Magi nods, looks down upon little Stevie Matthews glowing face, and says, "Of course. Everyone knows that about you. You might be a geek, but you are a whiz with those drums."

"Why, thanks so much, Evian! When I play drums, it is the only time I feel special."

"That sounds good to me. Take care of yourself."

Stevie nods, but does not speak. Evian walks away from him then, but suddenly swivels back to face him. "Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you that I plan on leaving London soon."

Little Stevie frowns, clearly perplexed upon hearing this news and asks, "Why are you leaving, Evian?"

"It's just the time of year when I work with Machiavellia's Traveling Carnival for a few months."

"I forgot that this is the time of year when you do that."

Evian turns around and again starts walking away toward his destination, when Stevie Matthews suddenly shouts, "Evian!"

He swivels back around and stares at him in askance. "What now, Buzz?"

Stevie shrugs before responding with, "I don't know...I just have this feeling that I'll never see you again. I suppose that sounds silly."

"To be honest, I really can't say if it sounds silly or not. One never knows what might happen. But, if I don't come back, keep playing those drums. You never know where those talents may lead you. You could even become a famous celebrity one day."

Stevie Matthews chuckles. "All right, Evian Magi, I will do exactly that. Whatever happens, it was good getting to know you over the past two years."

I second that, Stevie. Take care of yourself, little guy!" Evian starts to leave again, and Stevie turns hurriedly away, intending to join Danny's band for a practice session.

## The Intriguing & Beautiful Stranger

Anyss Knight is standing outside a popular London Nightclub with an extraordinarily beautiful young man by the name of Lance Leonine. It is quite obvious that she is keen on him and is trying her best not to appear overly eager. A rather vain attempt, for this young man is not only beautiful, but amazingly so.

This is not so much because he is 6-foot tall, nor that he is dressed in all black clothing which is accessorized with sexy, long black boots. But, mostly because this beautiful blonde male has fascinating eyes. They are large eyes that are of a shamrock-green type hue, with indigo pupils. And these pupils contain irises that consist of a reddish-brown hue so light that they appear as red in color, which seem to collide within the erotic blue of his pupils. In light, they appear overwhelmingly as astonishing rays of a spectrum. Some have been known to call him Rainbow Eyes.

Anyss says, "Lance, surely you can come by for one visit. Can't you? You are always refusing to come to Dwellen for a nightcap or visit."

Lance laughs, secure in the knowledge that this exceptionally lovely lady is taken with him. "Anyss, my dear, Anyss...what am I to do with you? I refuse to come because I am simply not interested in visiting the place you call home, yet."

Anyss frowns, perplexed by these words. "But, why don't you want to come? Surely, you must realize that you are welcome there, at least, by now?"

Lance Leonine nods slowly. "Yes, my dear, I am aware of this fact. However, you always seem so anxious to get me over to your place that I am put off by visiting."

This brutally honest statement completely floors Anyss Knight for a moment. All of a sudden, though, an intense anger almost overwhelms her. This feeling spurs her on to erupt with, "How dare you, Lance Leonine? I have never been anything, but kind to you. I have enjoyed your company immensely on each and every date we've had, even if I haven't been bowled over by the locations you prefer. But, to stand there and insult me like that is despicable!"

This emotional spiel causes him to raise a well-shaped brow before responding with a display of false innocence, "What insult have given you? I simply am wary of too keen an interest; especially, when it seems cloaked with intent."

Anyss, in obvious confusion, shakes her head as if to clear it. "What can you mean by "intent"?

He shrugs and looks purposely at her with those lady-killer eyes of his. "Oh, you know; a plot or plan of some kind."

She becomes uncomfortable under such intense scrutiny. "I really do not believe you mean what you say. Of course, I was interested in you, Lance Leonine. Otherwise, I would not have made the mistake in dating you."

"Mistake, you say?"

She nods emphatically and answers with, "Oh, yes! I'll take my leave of you now, since you seem so suspicious of me."

As Anyss attempts to step around this imposing, yet athletic figure; to make a hasty retreat from this confrontation, Lance steps forward just as quickly to bar such a purposeful exit. "Oh, no you don't, my dear. You see, we've not finished our conversation yet."

"Once again, I say, "How dare you? How dare you block me when I am intent on leaving you, now?"

Lance shrugs nonchalantly and smiles at her. "Please cease the outraged maiden routine. It really does not suit you, Anyss Knight. Your beauty is meant for so much more than false theatrics."

"Get out of my way, Lance Leonine! I want to go home this very minute."

As she takes one step forward, he holds up a hand to stop her from leaving. "All right, listen to me. It occurs to me that I have really upset you tonight with my emboldened, yet honest words. I do admit to being quite brutally honest and frank at times, which has caused me many troubles over the years. I kid you not. However, I do great and humbly apologize for having offended you. You know, I don't trust people much. I am afraid that it's become a defense mechanism for me."

To herself, Anyss Knight thinks that he behaves this way because he is a Mystic, an outsider, and does not realize where he belongs nor how special he is. She decides to ask, "Are you being sincere, Lance?"

Lance Leonine laughs lightly. "Of course, I am. I hope you will accept my sincere apology and will continue to come out with me, so that we may continue to enjoy one another's company."

She laughs wholeheartedly. "Lance Leonine, you are something else! I was ready to storm out of here; never to darken your door again."

"Yes, and what a disappointment that would be. You would definitely leave a vacancy in my life, Anyss Knight." His charm is so effective and arousing that he has wooed her into his fold once again.

"I cannot decide if it is your looks, personality, or even those spectacular eyes of yours which have bewitched me because they become the colors of the spectrum in light...yet, you must realize this."

Lance reaches out a hand and deftly strokes her cheek with a honeyed caress before asking, "Why does it have to be one or the other? Why can't it be all of the above characteristics, sweet Anyss Knight?"

Anyss swallows with difficulty; suddenly arrested with a palpable desire too intense for mere words. As she remains silent through this almost overpowering assault on her senses, Lance slowly removes his hand. He says in response to her query, "Now, my dear, I will bid you adieu."

Before she can utter one word of protest, he continues speaking. "And don't worry, I shall be calling you, so that we can make arrangements to see each other again."

Like putty in his hands, she agrees. "Yes, Lance Leonine! Do call me again."

"Nothing on this earth could stop me."

Having successfully charmed his unsuspecting amour, he takes her by the elbow, leads her to her vehicle, and assists her inside, after opening the door. Lance waves her off genteelly, after she cranks the car and begins driving away. As the vehicle turns a corner, and he is out of her sight, Lance Leonine smiles delightedly with the knowledge that he has won her over yet again. He then makes his way back toward the nightclub, seeking yet more entertainment before calling it a night.

## A Musical Interlude

Evian Magi is in his temporary flat, sitting on his bed, having just completed packing his suitcases for the journey to Paris, France. He sits in the center of his bed, holding his guitar, and softly strumming the chords of Queensryche's, "Silent Lucidity". Evian plays several chords, revealing his impressively adept skills of playing a Fender Stratocaster. He also hums along with the tune; all the while displaying a surprisingly attractive singing voice.

## The End of an Ill-Fated Love Affair

Fiend Dalliant is at home, in his flat (a cozy little love nest), that he has been sharing with Persia Lago. He has just finished eating dinner, and has been washing the dishes, when Persia suddenly enters the room. As she closes the door behind her, she looks around the room. Having heard an echo of the door closing, Fiend leaves the kitchen, to confront the unexpected visitor. Persia starts, gives Fiend a nervous glance, and looks quickly away when he discovers that she is the actual visitor.

"Well, now, if it isn't my little deceitful kitty? Come to tell me something?"

Persia looks at him, frowning, before asking, "Why would you ask that, Fiend?"

He laughs. "Why else? You are so skittish. I have never seen you in such a state before." Fiend turns and walks over toward the edge of the bed to sit facing her. "So? I am waiting..."

Persia nods slowly and speaks up reluctantly, finding her voice now. "You're absolutely right, Fiend. I've never been good at pretense. I just can't seem to deceive anyone...ever."

"Well, I'm waiting, my dear. What seems to be the matter?"

"Fiend Dalliant, we must go our separate ways."

He frowns at this surprising statement. "What did you just say?"

She shakes her head, as if to clear it. "What I mean is, we must end our personal relationship. We really don't have to sever all relations with each other, though."

Fiend sits there gazing at her, wearing a menacing expression upon his countenance. "All right, Miss Lago, what spurred this on? On second thought, why don't you tell me who he is?"

Persia is rather shocked at his astute assessment of the situation. "Why do you assume that there is a he?"

He waves a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Please, Persia, spare me any attempt to avoid answering my question."

She nods and says, "You are so right, Fiend. Let me just be honest."

Sarcastically, he says, "If you can be."

Persia Lago rolls her eyes at him, clearly irritated, but continues with the confession. "His name is Myth Vaga, and he is fascinating. I have never met anyone like him before in my life. He says that we are Mystics, Fiend."

He lifts an eyebrow at the word used to describe them. "Mystics, my dear? What are you talking about?"

Persia sighed at his inability to understand what she is saying. "Fiend, do you even remember why you and I got involved in the first place?"

"Of course, I remember."

"Well then, don't you remember that we bonded because we always felt so different from most people we encounter?" Fiend doesn't utter a word; just keeps looking at her. "Look at us, Fiend. Who looks like us? We are so unique because we possess such strange, yet fiercely mesmerizing beauty. People are drawn to us "like moths to a flame". Human beings, I should say."

Fiend scoffs at these last words. "Human beings? And what are we now...space aliens?"

Persia stamps her foot in frustration and yells, "LISTEN TO ME!"

He directs a ferocious glance toward her, obviously enraged at her shouting. "You don't need to shout at me. Calm yourself, before you make me very upset."

She sighs and says reluctantly, "Very well, I apologize for overreacting. But, please listen to me, Fiend Dalliant. What Myth has told me makes so much sense, now. I no longer feel lost and ostracized from society. I feel...above society, if you will."

Fiend smirks and superciliously confesses, "I always have, my dear Persia."

"Then, you know what I am talking about. We need Myth, Fiend. We can find others like us out there. People who've possibly felt as alone as you and I have."

He raises an eyebrow in curiosity and asks simply, "How?"

"Myth will show us how. He will lead the way. All we need do is follow his lead. We will learn how Mystics are supposed to live...how we should be living."

"Yes, my dear; but that means that I must lose you in the process. Am I correct in my assessment of this situation?"

Persia looks away guiltily; but turns to face him again, and nods. "That is the way it has to be, Fiend Dalliant. If we could just be friends..."

He abruptly cuts her off in mid-sentence by standing up, and saying with upraised voice, "Friends!" Fiend laughs. "After all we have been through and what we've meant to each other...you must have taken leave of your senses."

"I am so sorry that it has come to this. But, I have no choice here. Myth Vaga has become the tie that binds me to this new life I am about to experience. I can't walk away from that. I just can't."

"I see. And what happens to me in this new way of life?"

"Fiend Dalliant, I am not leaving you out of the equation. I am asking you to join us. I am not trying to rid myself of your presence. I mean, you are pretty much the only family I've ever had. Well, since our parents died, of course."

He shakes his head in remonstrance of her decision. "What a way to treat your family."

Persia quickly evades his eyes and says, "I am sorry."

Fiend casts a lingering gaze upon her before speaking again. "Come here to me."

Persia looks warily back toward him, before complying with this gentle command. She moves forward slowly to stand directly before him. He gently and avidly strokes her face, from her forehead to her cheekbone; as if trying to cement her beauty in his memory. Fiend drops his hands suddenly, and says quickly, "Leave me, Persia Lago."

She looks at him, arrested by his words. "Fiend?"

He turns his back to her dismissively, and says urgently, "Go! Leave me, Persia. I need time to come to grips with these admissions you have made here tonight. So, please get out of here and leave me in peace."

Persia Lago sheds one single, solitary tear for what they've lost due to her decision. She nevertheless, turns away and picks up a parcel of luggage, before hurriedly leaving the flat. Fiend stands still as before; clasping and unclasping his fingers in silent agitation.

# Chapter Five

Dutch Pierce and Flaxen Nereis are sitting upon a blanket in a secluded area of Hyde Park, sharing the remains of a picnic. Dutch uses a tissue to wipe some mayonnaise and crumb particles off Flaxen's lovely lips. She smiles radiantly at her beau and says, "Thank you, darling Dutch. I can always count on you to take care of me and provide anything I need; including a shoulder to lean on."

"Of course, my dear Flaxen...which is why I believe this is as good a time as any to pose a very important question."

Flaxen bestows a curious glance upon him. "Question? What question?" Suddenly, Dutch removes a little black box from his right pocket, opens it, and places it in front of her. She sits there, gaping open-mouthed at what appears to be an engagement ring box.

"Will you marry me, Miss Flaxen Nereis? You're the woman of my dreams, and my little nereid. We are made for each other, and we both know it."

Flaxen is so overwhelmed by this proposal that she starts crying lightly, feeling ecstatically happy. "Oh Dutch, yes! Yes, I will marry you!" She nods quickly and extends her hand forth to accept her engagement ring.

Dutch Pierce opens the box, takes the gorgeous ring out, and places the glistening bauble upon the third finger of her left hand. He then kisses her hand as if to seal their engagement. "Now, we are officially engaged. Well, tell me my love, when would you like to have the actual ceremony?"

"I don't know, Mr. Pierce. I'd like to get used to being engaged first. That is, if you wouldn't mind."

He shrugs in a nonchalant fashion. "As long as you are happy about it, Flaxen love...the future Mrs. Flaxen Pierce. I do love the sound of that."

Flaxen laughs, overcome with such giddy happiness. "As do I, my future husband. As do I." She leans forward, grasps him around the nape of his neck, and proceeds to kiss him slowly, yet passionately. Dutch returns the affectionate kiss with blissful fervor.

## Acrobatic Practice

Within the confines of the Sparring Room, Kayo Rasputin is overseeing Raven Hawk and Juno Vogel as they are practicing and working on improving their acrobatic techniques. He remains silent as he observes their phenomenal progress. Raven executes several backward somersaults in succession. Upon landing, she waves her arms in the fluidly graceful Praying Mantis Kung-fu style movements.

Juno watches her actions and says, "Brilliant execution of Praying Mantis Kung-fu maneuvers."

Raven replies with, "Thanks, Juno. Why don't you attempt to perform some somersaults?"

"Why not? But, I think I will perform them with a twist."

Raven lifts an eyebrow in curiosity yet remains silent and watchful. Juno performs several backward somersaults in succession, mimicking Raven Hawk's prior performance. However, before she stops, Juno executes a few extraordinary side-flips for her completion. After landing, she simply smirks in response to her counterpart's frown.

Raven finds her voice and says, dripping with sarcasm, "So, that is what you meant by 'with a twist'."

Juno nods before saying, "Of course."

"Hmm... And you just had to show me up."

Juno Vogel only shrugs and waves her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh, don't get yourself into a tizzy. I was just being a touch histrionic, you might say."

"Yes, I know because you like to seek attention. But tell me, what do you think of this?"

Raven Hawk proceeds to perform about 5 forward somersaults, and then executes several adept cart wheels before landing. She adjusts her shirt and glances at Juno Vogel. But, she doesn't utter one word. Thus, Raven asks, "Well, did you like those maneuvers?"

Juno smiles at her. "I like all expert maneuvers we execute while training with Kayo and learning The Mystery Arts."

"Great, then I won't have to hear any complaints."

Upon hearing these words, Raven Hawk turns to face Kayo Rasputin and asks, "How was our session today, Master Kayo?"

Kayo laughs softly. "Excellent display of grace and fluidity; both of you. I do believe that as time passes, you will each become more expert in The Mystery Arts. This means that you each will become two of the best Master sleuths, The Mystery Alliance has ever had."

Juno, greatly elated over these words of praise, clasps her hands tightly together, and says, "Why, thank you very much, Master Kayo. I appreciate all you have ever taught me."

"You are very welcome, my dear."

Raven bows slightly in deference to Kayo Rasputin before responding with, "I thank you also for your kind words, Master Kayo. Now, I must leave you both. Until next we meet..."

Juno and Kayo concur with her by saying simultaneously, "Until next we meet..."

Raven Hawk leaves the room quickly, with Juno Vogel following behind her.

## A Secret Visitor

Persia Lago has been sneaking into Dwellen during the wee hours of the morning; just a bit before dawn. She has been spending these nights with Myth Vaga in his own private quarters. At the moment, Myth is sitting lazily contented in bed, with his head on a pillow and propped against the headboard.

Persia is lying across his lap, with her lovely hands gently stroking his arms. She smiles at him and asks, "Well, Myth Vaga, how long are we going to play this game before we exchange wedding vows?"

Myth laughs lightly and shrugs, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. "Does it matter? We can get married anytime we choose."

"Yes...well, I would prefer to be married very soon, my dear."

"Why is that, Miss Lago?"

"Why, Myth Vaga, I am ready to get down to business, if you get my meaning. I've been sleeping with you for some time now, and without doing the deed yet, I might add."

Myth lifts an eyebrow and asks teasingly, "And you are feeling the urge now, are you?"

Persia stops stroking his arms, moves to lay beside him, and lifts herself upon her elbows to face him. "Feeling the urge! I am so frustrated that I am about to go stir crazy. It is time to make an honest woman of me, Myth Vaga."

"An honest woman, and an independent woman, correct?"

She frowns at him and asks, "What do you mean?"

Myth smiles at her. "Well, you want to be a married woman, but you demand to keep your own name. So, that makes you quite an independent woman, also."

Persia shrugs quickly and decides to pose another question. "Do you have any objections to this?"

Myth gives a negative shake of his head, leans down, and kisses her soft, appealing lips. "No objections, my dear. Your independent spirit excites me, as well as your delectable body. And since it is your wish that we marry soon, you have my consent, even if you don't feel the need for it."

"Truly?"

Myth Vaga nods in silent acquiescence.

Persia laughs delightedly. "Oh, Myth! When and where shall we be getting married?"

"Darling Persia, you do realize that our vows must be kept secret until such time as we need to reveal them?"

She shrugs, as if dismissing such an unimportant detail. "I understand, somewhat. For instance, I think Fiend will join us eventually. But, although he knows about us, he cannot know when we are wed. He already needs time to adjust to the idea of this new relationship of ours. So yes, I do understand a little."

Myth smiles at his fiancé. "Let's not forget that we don't want any of The Mystery Alliance knowing about any of our movements, nor any of our decisions. The less they know, the better."

She shrugs again. "Well, you can't do it all by yourself. You know that I have long ago recruited other Mystics to our cause...outside of here, I mean. And I want you to know that I am not seeking to lead them. I leave that to you, my love. After all, you are a natural leader; gorgeous Myth Vaga."

Myth laughs wholeheartedly upon hearing these complimentary words; agreeing with his partner "in crime". He gently leans over her, and gives her a long, sweet kiss of satisfaction.

## A Lover's Combat Session

Exile and Delphi Legend are using this time to brush up on their Mystery Arts' combat skills. Delphi is confidently bracing a pair of nunchakus in one hand, while Exile stands across from her, looking imposing, and holding tight to a combat stick. Delphi says, "So, hubby mine, do you think you can take me on?"

Exile Legend smiles and accepts the challenge with, "I could once before; I could again." His wife laughs with the utmost confidence and says, "We shall certainly see about that."

After positioning herself in an elegantly graceful Praying Mantis Kung-fu stance, Delphi Legend suddenly starts wielding the nunchakus circularly like an expert martial arts master. Exile follows suit by preparing himself for the unheralded attack to come. All of a sudden, whilst grasping the nunchakus tightly, Delphi swivels, leans forward upon both hands with all her might to execute a powerful leg maneuver to sweep her beloved off of his feet.

Exile stumbles to the floor with great force, yet unfazed by the fall, he quickly rights himself to a standing position. He laughs at the fact that he possesses no injury, and gestures toward his loving cohort in a "come hither" fashion. "Show me what you're made of, my lovely!"

Delphi says, "You asked for it, my love. Do remember that."

Next, she takes a swing at him with the nunchakus, but Exile expertly deflects the attack with an adept move with the combat stick. Fortunately for Delphi Legend, she was able to maintain a keen grip upon the nunchakus because they were knocked sideways. She refuses to back down, so she comes at him again with the nunchakus; swinging like mad.

Exile successfully evades each swing and then out of the blue, he takes hold of the offending weapon, and flings it across the room after having dropped his own weapon. Angered by this unexpected action, Delphi yells, "HOW DARE YOU!" Exile shrugs in an uncaring way.

"I simply called your bluff, my dear. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Instead of speaking, she performs three exceptionally fluid somersaults and lands right in front of her husband. Next, Delphi directs the 3-Fist Plum Blossom Kung-fu sequence toward Exile Legend's gorgeous face. She succeeds in the attack with Exile grunting, yet not stumbling from the contact. As she aims a powerful side-kick toward his midriff, Exile grasps the attacking foot, and spins her flawlessly toward the floor.

Upon landing face down, she sputters with the attempt to rise to a standing position. Realizing her intent beforehand, Exile moves quickly forward to grasp her by the nape of the neck and forces her to stand beside him. In response, Delphi says with authoritative command, "Stop this!"

He whispers in her right ear, "As you wish, my love." She is set free as quickly as that, and she turns to face her beloved.

Gasping valiantly for air, Delphi Legend says, "Well, you've won, after all!"

Exile nods yet says nothing.

His beloved wife grimaces in frustration but intends to lose gracefully. "So, what would you have of me?"

He lifts an eyebrow and responds promptly with, "Only you, as always... That is all that I have ever wanted."

Delphi smiles with rapturous delight at her mate. "As you wish this time, my love." She closes the distance between them swiftly and proceeds to kiss him passionately. Suddenly, Exile picks her up powerfully and while not ending the kiss, he takes her from the room abruptly; obviously heading rather hurriedly, to their own marital quarters.

## A Mystic Secret Meeting

Persia has called a secret meeting at a small museum. All of the Mystic minions she has recruited are in attendance. These recruits by name, are Rain Kumulus, Lars Voorhies, Enyssé Dalmont, and Myko Storm. She is standing before them all in the center of the room, and her counterparts are spread out, seated upon benches around the room.

Myko Storm suddenly speaks up, in a voice filled with concern. "Persia, let's put speed to these proceedings, please. My contact here could get into serious trouble by allowing me use of her key code, you know."

Persia nods in agreement. "Of course; that is, if our presences here are ever detected."

"Certainly, yes; but, each and every time we conduct our clandestine meetings here, we are just that much more vulnerable to being exposed."

Rain Kumulus laughs outright at what he feels is Myko's needless worrying. He looks over to where he is sitting and decides to speak as soothingly as possible. "Please calm yourself, Myko storm. We shan't be too long here."

Rain turns back to face Persia Lago and asks, "Will we not, Persia?"

Persia smiles at Rain Kumulus. "You are quite right, Rain. I have only called this meeting to gauge how serious all of you are in joining our cause."

"Lars Voorhies, having been quiet until now, decides to contribute to the discussion. "And by our cause, are you referring to Myth Vaga, also?"

She answers quickly. "Yes, of course. He is the mastermind behind all of these plans.

Lars Voorhies sniffs, not fooled at all by this partially truthful statement. "Hmm...I wonder if Myth is the only mastermind behind it all.

Persia Lago smirks at this insinuation, comprehending his inference to her own person, yet remains silent.

Thus, Lars continues on with, "So, he will be taking control of this Mystery Alliance, and will bring us into the fold." He gestures around the room, indicating all of the museum's occupants.

Rain Kumulus, feeling exasperated, says, "Lars Voorhies, you know this. I don't see any need in rehashing things for which we are already aware."

Lars scowls at his cohort, and the lovely Enyssé Dalmont decides to enter the conversation before anything nasty erupts between the two Mystics (who clearly do not like one another). "Listen, let's not argue amongst ourselves. I mean, we are all here for the same purpose. Persia?"

Persia says, "Yes, Enyssé. You have a question."

Enyssé nods and asks, "How exactly does Myth Vaga intend to take control over The Mystery Alliance?" Uttering his name hesitantly, she also asks, "Will Exile Legend put up any fight before this takeover is possible? I did speak his name correctly, didn't I?"

"Yes, you are correct. That is the way to pronounce his name. He found and established The Mystery Alliance. Myth Vaga is a warrior to be reckoned with. Even if Exile and his comrades managed to put up a fight, I am certain they will pose no great problem for us to overcome."

Myko Storm, not at all convinced by any of these words of consolation, says, "May I remind you that we have not become as expert at The Mystery Arts as the members of this Mystery Alliance?"

Persia bestows a condescending look upon him. "Are you suggesting that I have not taught you well?"

Myko shakes his head before answering. "No, I do realize that Myth Vaga has taught you with admirable skill. But, I would feel better if I could actually watch our opponents in action."

Rain Kumulus laughs derisively yet again at his compatriot. "You are a worry wart, Myko Storm. You should be as I am; as I hope we all are, at this point."

Myko frowns at this unwanted critique and asks, "And how is that, do you think?"

Rain replies quickly, without batting an eyelash. "Well, having confidence, that's all. We should have supreme confidence in our abilities as Mystics. Now, I don't know what you think about your abilities, Myko Storm. But I, for one, am exceptional at acrobatics and weapons. These skills aid splendidly in my execution of The Mystery Arts."

Enyssé Dalmont smiles, realizing that Rain Kumulus' vanity knows no bounds. "All right, before we start "tooting our own horn", let's find out more about Myth's plans."

Persia speaks up swiftly in order to prevent anymore possible queries from

any of her compatriots. "Wait, one moment. No exact plan has been concocted. Myth Vaga is only in the planning phase of this take over operation now."

Before anyone else can reply, Fiend Dalliant suddenly enters the room, stands directly in front of the door and says, "The planning phase? Hmm...that doesn't sound like someone we should be supporting. Does it?"

Everyone turns slightly to acknowledge the presence of their new visitor, and then turn back to face Persia Lago, just as quickly. As they stare at her with curious expressions on their faces, she says, "Everybody, I'd like you all to meet Fiend Dalliant."

She then gestures to each of the room's inhabitants as she makes the introductions. "And Fiend, this is Lars Voorhies, Rain Kumulus, Enyssé Dalmont, and Myko Storm. Welcome to our little entourage."

Fiend nods in their directions and says, "How nice of you to introduce us all. However, I'd like an answer to my question."

Persia gestures toward the bench seats in the room. "Have a seat, please Fiend."

He shakes his head in refusal of this request and says, "No, thank you. I'd like my answer, please."

She rolls her eyes at him before saying, "Yes, we should support Myth Vaga with this noble endeavor. I don't think Exile Legend should continue leading The Mystery Alliance. He is inept, and he allows any Mystic to infiltrate the organization. They could be psychotic, for all he knows."

Fiend Dalliant shrugs at these statements. "Well, I don't know this Exile myself, but he sounds like an imbecile. However, this Myth Vaga does intrigue me."

Persia Lago frowns and asks, "Why is that, may I ask?"

He laughs at her outright, and then says, "Well, due to previous experience, I believe that anyone that entrances you so is certainly someone we should all want to meet."

"Why, thank you, Fiend Dalliant, for such a thoughtful compliment. I am not sure I deserve it, though."

Enyssé Dalmont has been watching these two Mystics as they converse with one another and has concluded that they have once had an intimate relationship. The chemistry between them both is so tangible. At least, these are the conclusions she has drawn from the present conversation. "Please, both of you, let's just get this meeting over with."

Myko Storm claps his hands in a sarcastic manner. "I couldn't agree more, Enyssé. Persia, is there anything else you can tell us?"

Persia Lago looks at the other occupants and shakes her head. "Not really...not at this time. I will inform you of our next meeting, like always. And if anything important comes up before then, I will contact all of you immediately."

Lars Voorhies stands up abruptly, obviously eager that the meeting has come to an end. "Interesting meeting tonight, Persia. I have one request, though."

She frowns slightly at Lars. "And what is your request?"

"I respectfully request that Myth Vaga be at one of our next meetings. If there is more than one meeting next on the agenda."

Persia nods in agreement. "I will inform Myth about this request. I am certain that everyone needs reassurance with having him present at one of these meetings; if not more."

Lars bows a little in deferential respect and says, "Very well, then...I will say goodnight, if there is no other business to discuss."

Persia Lago responds with, "No, there isn't any other business, at this moment. Good night, Lars. Goodnight everyone. That is, as long as no one else has any questions."

In response to these statements, all except Fiend Dalliant bid Persia a hasty good night, before leaving as soon as they can. Myko Storm stands, holding the door, waiting for Fiend and Persia to leave. Persia starts to leave also and approaches Fiend's silently waiting presence.

She stops directly in front of him. "Is everything copacetic between us?"

Fiend simply shrugs this question away. "As copacetic as it will ever be between us, I suppose. Good night, my lovely."

She smiles and says, "Good night, Fiend Dalliant." He swivels around, moves toward the door, and brushes past Myko Storm as he leaves, with Persia slowly following in his wake. Myko closes the door, and resets the alarm code, before leaving the museum himself.

# Chapter Six

Flaxen Nereis and Raven Hawk are both practicing the graceful, yet balletic movements of Praying Mantis Kung-fu techniques. Each lady is standing, facing one another and are engaged in a conversation whilst successfully executing these impressive maneuvers.

Raven suddenly asks, "So, the wedding is on, now. Isn't it?"

Flaxen laughs with delight and says excitedly, "Indeed, the wedding is on, and I am so very happy. I just want to shout from the rooftops that I am marrying the love of my life."

Raven chuckles; a rather lovely tinkling sound, and glances slyly at her friend from Raven's lovely peripherals before replying. "That does not surprise me. You have always had such an ecstatic zest for love and life. Frankly, I believe that is why Dutch Pierce loves you so much. Your exuberance of spirit illuminates from within your very being and is infectious to others. Well, those with loving hearts, I must say."

Flaxen shrugs. "Maybe...sometimes. All except for you, Raven. You are my best friend, but you are always the same; no matter who or what you may encounter."

Raven lifts an eyebrow in curiosity. "And how may I ask is that?"

"You know, you are so determined and confident about The Mystery Alliance, our cause, and your place within it all."

"Well, you are basically saying that I never lighten up."

"Flaxen shakes her head before saying, "No, that is not what I intended. You know how to "let your hair down" when the situation calls for it, and you can even appreciate the odd joke at times."

Raven smiles with glee at hearing this summation. "Thank you, I think."

"You are always yourself, and that is just fine, in my opinion. Anyway, have you considered being my maid of honor?"

"Yes, Flaxen Nereis; soon to be Mrs. Flaxen Pierce. I will come to the wedding and participate in the festivities. I will even be there for you and stand beside you. But, I really don't think you need a maid of honor. We don't need the same rituals as humans are fond of having. I have a suggestion. How about this...why not nix both the maid of honor and bridesmaids' ideas? Let's become more modern in our thinking and plan a very unconventional wedding with some traditional trimmings added."

Flaxen reflects intently upon these suggestions for a few moments, and then smiles all of a sudden. "I must admit that I do love your ideas."

"Good, because that's what I wanted to hear."

"All right, let's do as you have suggested. A non-traditional wedding, but with some traditional trimmings included."

"Yes, let's plan it that way."

Flaxen nods, stops practicing her balletic maneuvers, and hugs her friend in an even more excited state than before. Raven Hawk laughs and hugs her in return. She says, "I do hope your wedding is all that you wish it to be."

The future Mrs. Dutch Pierce murmurs with heartfelt emotion, "So, do I Raven Hawk. That would be a dream come true for me."

## A Mysterious Alliance

Myko Storm is in a friend's apartment, whose name is Della Fortune. They are both seated at the kitchen table, dining on delectable salad greens with Italian dressing and breadsticks. They are conversing as they are finishing their meal.

Della says, "You know, the more I hear about these new friends of yours, the more interested I become."

He smiles at this statement. "And so you should be. They are Mystics, just like you and I."

"Yes, I suppose you are right. I never really felt like I belonged in this present world we live in...that is, until I met you."

"How sweet a sentiment. No, seriously, and all joking aside; we are Mystics, my dear Della Fortune. We have a bond as old as time. At least, this is how I feel about it."

"I feel exactly the same way, Myko Storm. Now then, when am I going to meet your new friends?"

"Not just yet, Della because I am not yet ready to trust that Myth Vaga will be able to take over The Mystery Alliance."

"Do you believe him and the others; including yourself, to be outmatched?"

Myko takes a few sips of white Merlot wine before answering. "I have no idea, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it won't be long before we find out."

Della Fortune reaches out and takes hold of one of his hands. "Well, when you do find out, please let me know. Otherwise, I will be overwhelmed with curiosity."

He chuckles. "Yes, I shall inform you, whether you are here, or at the museum."

She smiles, enjoying their hidden secrets. "Does anyone of them know about me yet? Or that I am the one who's key code you have been using to obtain access in and out of the museum?"

"Myko shakes his head in a negative manner. "No one suspects the identity of my source yet, but they will eventually...of that, I am certain."

Della nods and takes a brief sip of wine. As she puts down the wine glass,

she speaks again. "I look forward to that day. In the meantime, I want you to set aside some time to give me another lesson. Those Mystery Arts lessons certainly assist in keeping me fit and healthy."

"I will make a point of it, lovely lady."

Myko Storms sounds so patronizing that they both laugh heartily at his choice of words.

# Chapter 7: An Enchanting Wedding

On this lovely and festive day, Dwellen's ballroom is filled almost to full capacity with Mystics. There are no bridesmaids, nor flower girls milling around. Organ music is being played via a digital sound system, echoing beautifully throughout the chateau.

Dutch Pierce is already standing before Juno Vogel, who is legally officiating as "Justice of the Peace". His best man is Nightshade Velour, and he is standing beside him. As they wait for Flaxen Nereis to appear, Raven Hawk, Xavier Dustine, and Delphi Legend seat themselves in the first row of chairs (located directly behind the bridegroom and his best man). All of the members of The Mystery Alliance are present, accounted for, and have gathered here today to witness and rejoice in the impending nuptials.

Flaxen has just come down the stairs. She stands trembling, before the closed doors of the ballroom. Flaxen is wearing a most splendid affair of white silk and lace intermeshed and weaved throughout the beautiful wedding dress. She anxiously waits, expecting Exile Legend to appear at any moment. Of course, her expectation is correct because Exile suddenly materializes on the stairway, looking

very dapper in his black tuxedo.

As he descends the flight of stairs, Flaxen turns and gazes fearfully at him, as if he is some frightful apparition or ghost. Immediately, upon reaching the bottom, Exile gazes upon her pale complexion and asks, "Flaxen, dear, whatever is the matter?"

She gulps before speaking. "Nerves, I suppose. I have never been so anxious about anything in my life."

Exile chuckles. "My dear, there isn't any need to fret, nor any need to be so nervous. Anyone with eyes can see how much you and Dutch love one another. In fact, I honestly can say that I have never been happier to give a bride away. I feel an honor bound duty to make certain that you are both legally and properly wed."

"Oh, Exile! I just hope that you are right. I truly want us to experience the joy that you and Delphi have always shared together."

"Trust me on this, love...you and Dutch have the loving affection that makes others 'green with envy', as has been said."

Flaxen Nereis laughs and shakes her head, feeling very silly indeed. "You know what? I believe you, Exile Legend. You have always been there for me and have always given me such good advice. And your instincts are rarely wrong, so I cannot see why they should be in our case."

He nods in acknowledgment at these wise words before saying, "I am pleased to hear it. Now, my dear, let's go and see to your being happily married."

Flaxen nods also, and says simply, "Yes, let's!"

Exile Legend extends his right elbow for her to take. She takes hold of it, and he taps lightly on one of the outer doors. Soon after, 'The Wedding March' is heard, obviously having been cued by someone nearby who has heard the knocks upon the door. All of a sudden, the doors are opened by Kayo Rasputin, dressed elegantly in a charcoal-colored suit.

Kayo opens the doors wide, and uses door stops to secure them in pace, in order to allow the bride and her escort's entry into the ballroom. Dutch Pierce and Nightshade Velour, along with the rest of the wedding guests, have turned to face the bride and her escort. As Exile, with Flaxen in tow, brush past Kayo, he closes the doors slowly upon the happy event about to take place.

## A Troublesome Collaboration

Myth Vaga has summoned all of his co-conspirators to Dwellen's largest library. Everyone invited that has decided to aid Myth in the intended takeover of The Mystery Alliance has arrived. These invitees include Persia Lago, of course, not to mention, Rain Kumulus, Lars Voorhies, Enyssé Dalmont, and Myko Storm with a brooding Fiend Dalliant trailing behind, in their wake.

Myth stands before them and begins to speak, as though he is addressing an audience in concert. "Hello, my dear Persia Lago and all of my new friends. A sincere welcome, to all of you. I am thrilled to have you here this evening. This indeed is a great night."

Persia smiles with absolute delight at him. "I know that I cannot speak for everyone here; only myself. But, I have waited for this night for some time, now. It is time to force Exile Legend's hand. The situation has become untenable and the matter has reached an anti-climax. We must have an answer."

Myth Vaga nods and says, "A very astute observation, Persia Lago."

Lars Voorhies decides to ask a question that has been plaguing him. "Why did you choose tonight of all nights to make your...no excuse me, our demands?"

Rain Kumulus speaks before Myth has the chance. "Well, I would imagine that he is weary of waiting and most likely, getting tired of being pestered by our ceaseless queries."

Lars' turns hostile eyes toward him and asks, "Who asked you for your input?"

Surprising every occupant of this room, Fiend interrupts the possibly

ensuing argument. "Gentlemen, please...this is no time for petty hostilities. This is a very serious matter. What happens this evening will decide our fates as Mystics. We will either be a part of The Mystery Alliance, with Myth Vaga becoming our leader. Or, we will have to start over with Myth Vaga leading us by establishing a new assembly of Mystics."

Fiend looks at both Rain Kumulus and Lars Voorhies with great disdain. "Do you not yet understand how important this matter is? We'll all be flying blind; rather similar to groping along in the dark. Let's not fool ourselves. Starting over will not be easy if we were to fail."

Persia stares at her former lover in awe, not realizing that he ever

understood the morbid details of their situation. "Why, Fiend Dalliant, no one here could have said it better. Words fail me in how to respond to such a fantastic elaboration or summations."

Fiend shakes his head at this. "There is no need for flattery. I was simply attempting to correctly sum up the situation."

Offended by his crudely abrupt candor, she says, "It was not my intent to flatter you. I just could not help but praise such brilliant surmising."

Enyssé Dalmont, clearly bored with the turn this conversation has taken, decides to interrupt. "Please tell us what to do, Myth Vaga. How must we assist you in accomplishing this takeover?"

Myko Storm decides to pose a question, as well. "Yes, Myth Vaga. What happens now?"

Myth laughs in wholehearted bonhomie. "My friends, it is very simple...we shall interrupt a rather important Mystics' sparring session and give Exile Legend and The Mystery Alliance an ultimatum. Either appoint me as their new leader or be prepared to battle for the leadership of The Mystery Alliance."

Fiend smirks and asks, "And if we fail?"

Myth looks mistrustfully at the Mystic he has unintentionally scorned. "Try not to think such negative thoughts."

Fiend doggedly pursues his line of questioning, knowing that he is irritating Myth Vaga. "I'd like an answer, if you please. What happens if, or even when, we fail?"

Persia decides to intercede. "Fiend Dalliant, don't be impertinent!"

Myth waves a hand dismissively through mid-air in order to halt any more words. "It is quite all right, dearest Persia. Fiend Dalliant does not completely trust me. I suppose he has his reasons, so we must be patient with him." He turns once more, to face his accuser. "If we could even do something as odious as be defeated by The Mystery Alliance, we have an escape route and a viable alternative. Persia Lago and I have made these arrangements, simply as a precaution. Being prepared is something that we shall always strive for."

Myth turns around to face his other co-conspirators. "So, are we ready?"

All, except Fiend Dalliant, concur with, "Yes, Myth, we're ready."

Myth nods in agreement. "Well then, let's go make our ultimatums. Shall we?" He has merely posed a rhetorical question, not expecting any reply. Myth Vaga leads the way out of the library with Persia walking beside him. The co-conspirators are following closely behind with Fiend bringing up the rear.

# Chapter 8

Members of The Mystery Alliance are engaged in an intense Sparring Session to improve upon their Mystery Arts' skills. Exile and Delphi Legend and Kayo Rasputin are overseeing the combatants. Presently, Nightshade Velour and Dutch Pierce are sparring using combat sticks.

Both of gentlemen wield their weapons with exceptional skill and grace. Nightshade pounds powerfully at Dutch Pierce, who ingeniously, and deftly, fends off every single forceful blow. Grunting with ever increasing rage at each successful counter, Nightshade Velour finally decides to try another form of attack.

After the final clash of weapons with both being fused in a battle of wills; as each weapon is locked together by sheer power of force, Nightshade suddenly uses one leg to expertly sweep Dutch off of his feet. He falls to the floor below, but swiftly and agilely rights himself, by leaping superbly to his feet once again to face his opponent in a graceful battle stance. Each opponent faces one another with their hands placed in the Praying Mantis Kung-fu style.

Before the sparring continues, Kayo Rasputin gestures to them by raising one hand in such a way as to signal the end of their particular sparring session. Nightshade and Dutch respect this silent display of command and bow slightly toward one another in mutual respect. And then, they each swivel to face Kayo and bow a little more in deference to their Mystery Arts master.

Kayo Rasputin bows slightly in return, and then turns to face the other Mystic minions sparring in the room, now. He nods and says, "Raven Hawk..." Raven looks expectedly at him. "Flaxen Nereis..." Flaxen responds in the same way. "Please proceed." As he makes this command, he gestures for them to take the places of Nightshade Velour and Dutch Pierce who have returned to their former places beside Juno Vogel and Xavier Dustine.

Raven and Flaxen face one another poised using the Praying Mantis Kung-fu stance to ready themselves before initiating combat. Flaxen is the first to act with the intention of directing a series of mighty Kung-fu chops toward Raven's face and neck; each of which Raven Hawk magnificently counters. After the final counter, Flaxen decides quickly to come at her with a different plan-of-attack by suddenly aiming a purposeful High-Kick toward Raven's chin.

But, Raven is too fast for her and moves out of the way just in time. She looks enraged as she spies her friend's unrepentant smile and utters, "Why you..."

Flaxen Nereis laughs before saying, "All's fair in love and war'. Isn't that how the saying goes?"

Raven asks, "Really, now? Why don't we see about that?"

Catching Flaxen off guard, Raven directs the 3-Fist Plum Blossom Praying Mantis Kung-fu sequence successfully toward the area right above the breastbone. Flaxen staggers backward and Raven maneuvers quickly behind her to use a

splendid Choke-Hold technique in order to render Flaxen helpless. She does not intend to "go down without a fight", however.

While groaning from the pressure of Raven Hawk's crushing grip around her throat cavity, Flaxen Nereis aims several flailing backward kicks toward her opponent's shins. Raven dodges these pathetic attempts of Flaxen to free herself. However, before the sparring draws to a close, Myth Vaga and his co-conspirators invade the Sparring Room uninvited. As she witnesses the unwelcome intrusion of their irritating assemblage, Raven suddenly releases Flaxen from her firm hold.

Each and every inhabitant of the Sparring Room turn to face Myth Vaga and this host of strangers which have accompanied him here. Exile Legend frowns at Myth and his company of what appears to be Mystics before asking, "Myth Vaga, just what is the meaning of this interruption? And who, may I ask, are these individuals you have with you?"

Persia Lago, standing beside Myth, chuckles at Exile's obvious discomfiture and confusion. Myth Vaga waves a hand in dismissal, to cease Persia's mirth. "Well...it is quite simple, Exile Legend. These are my new Mystic cohorts, and they've accompanied me here, by my own request."

Exile, clearly perplexed, frowns again. "Did I hear you say, Mystic cohorts?"

Myth smiles, looking surprised by this query. "Why, certainly, old friend.

You surprise me, Exile. Can you not tell they are Mystics by their appearance?"

"Well, it did appear so, but I wanted confirmation, I suppose."

Delphi decides it is time to intervene, and end this mystery, once and for all. "All right, Myth Vaga, suppose you tell us what this is all about? We have had enough of this 'cat and mouse' nonsense."

Myth nods, about to obligingly accede to her request. "You are quite right, Delphi Legend. Let me end your suspense. I have come here tonight to give an ultimatum. And my friends here have come to support me in my cause."

Kayo Rasputin shakes his head at this. "What ultimatum have you come to make, Myth Vaga?"

Myth turns to face him and laughs shortly. "You always did like to cut straight to the heart of a matter. Incisive; I believe that's what it is called." He turns back to face Exile Legend, for effect; and then, speaks again. "All right, my ultimatum..."

Myth swivels around toward his co-conspirators. "Apologies..." He turns around one more facing members of The Mystery Alliance. "Our ultimatum is that I, Myth Vaga, shall be appointed as the new leader of The Mystery Alliance. If not, there will be consequences."

Exile Legend is filled with disbelief and outrage. He shakes his head, as if to

clear it. "You cannot mean to do this, Myth. What you are asking is a form of mutiny."

Myth laughs again whilst looking upon him in arrogant disdain. "I am not asking anything. I, or we, that is, are demanding this."

Kayo Rasputin, enraged, turns toward Exile Legend. "I told you, Exile! I even warned you about him. Myth has always been rebellious, but now he has outdone himself."

Exile Legend seethes with resentment and is about to speak, but before he can, Delphi, his devoted wife and partner, intercedes on his behalf. She grasps his shoulder in a display of comfort, and addresses members of The Mystery Alliance.

"All right, everyone...this is quite an upsetting and unfortunate occurrence, I realize. Nevertheless, a decision must be made this night because, my dears, we simply have been given no other choice."

She bestows a ridiculing glance upon Myth and his cohorts. "For Myth Vaga and his entourage have given us an ultimatum, with no leeway in sight."

Exile Legend finally finds his voice and stammers out, "Yes, we must decide, now. I admit that I have been in error regarding Myth Vaga. Myth has always rebelled against our teachings because he is narcissistic and believes that he alone has all the knowledge he'll ever need to possess. I realize this, but I still kept blindly hoping for a miraculous change in him. As you can see, all my hopes were in vain."

He looks with great expectations toward the members of The Mystery Alliance. "Despite all this, I have been a loving and dedicated leader of The Mystery Alliance. Friends, I implore you to make up your minds. But choose wisely..."

Exile Legend glances over at Myth's wickedly gleaming countenance, and then quickly looks back toward his companions. "One wrong choice is all that will ever be required to end our way of life."

The members of The Mystery Alliance look at one another, and smile before nodding at each other as if in complete agreement. And they all speak up in unison, "We choose as our leader, and our only leader, for always; Exile Legend."

Exile Legend, with obvious elation, looks upon his friends and says, "Thank you, my friends, for your unswerving and utter confidence in me. I will continue to lead, and also dedicate myself to our alliance with the absolute best of my abilities."

As this statement draws to a close, the members of The Mystery Alliance applaud loudly in supportive response. And Myth Vaga, seethes with rage and contempt after hearing the unbelievable and magnanimous support given to Exile. As incomprehensible as it may seem to him and his cohorts, Myth Vaga has been unanimously voted out.

Persia speaks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I've never seen such a disrespectful...demeaning vote in my entire life."

After hearing this litany or barrage of words or supercilious spiel, The

Mystery Alliance stop applauding and face their uninvited guests once again. Yet, Myth Vaga, silent until now, just cannot wait to unleash his raging furor. "How dare you? I have never been so outraged in my entire life. To think that such exceptional pupils would relinquish control to one of the most cowardly and reprehensible leaders that I have had the misfortune to encounter."

He bestows such a spiteful glance upon Exile Legend that he frowns in response. Exile feels compelled to ask, "Just what exactly have I done to make you detest me so, Myth Vaga? I have only ever tried to be your friend."

Myth scoffs at these words of pleading. He waves a hand in a gesture of dismissal. And then he says, "Your attempts failed miserably, I am afraid. We were never meant to be friends. All that could exist between us is enmity. After all, I seek to replace you."

Kayo Rasputin shakes his head, as if in censure of Myth's betraying words. "You pompous...immoral, and traitorous fiend."

Fiend Dalliant has been standing by quietly, observing these events with a humorous smile on his face. Suddenly, he interrupts with, "Oh, no...that would be me with whom you are addressing; not Myth Vaga."

Kayo quirks an eyebrow at this stranger and his words. "What? What do you mean?"

"Why, quite simply that I am Fiend...Fiend Dalliant, actually, is my name."

Rain Kumulus, having had enough of these proceedings, exerts himself. "Enough of this pathetic back-and-forth bantering. This isn't getting us anywhere." He turns to face Myth. "Myth Vaga, let's put an end to this nonsense by showing this riffraff who should be the true leader of The Mystery Alliance."

Myth nods in agreement. "Excellent idea, Rain Kumulus." He faces the members of The Mystery Alliance again before saying, "Gird yourselves and prepare for battle. "For, 'to the winner, go the spoils', as has been said."

## The Finale: An Heroic Battle Ensues

Both sides prepare for battle by placing themselves in the Praying Mantis Kung-fu stance. Each gracefully standing opponent of The Mystery Alliance waits for the next moves of their foes. Growing weary of this irritating stand-off, Myth says sarcastically to Exile Legend, "Well, shall we, brave leader?"

Delphi Legend intervenes before her love can speak, "We both shall fight with you Myth Vaga. I, and my husband, are one."

Exile bestows a look of infinite pride upon his beloved, while Myth shrugs and says simply, "I care not whether I fight one or both of you. Shall we?"

He makes a 'come hither' gesture toward them, and with a fierce yell, Exile leaps toward Myth with a supreme High-Kick, delivering punishing blows to first his chest, and then his chin. As Myth staggers backward, Delphi Legend

lunges toward him with a pair of nunchakus (she has taken from her pants' pocket)

aiming directly toward Myth's head.

The attack is unsuccessful because Myth Vaga ducks and grasps hold of the weapon as it comes into close contact with his face. Next, he counter attacks by directing an expert punch toward her lovely face before taking the nunchakus from her and flinging them across the room. The punch causes Delphi to stagger slightly after the blow forces her head sideways.

She shakes her head, as though she is shaking off the blow, and Exile Legend grasps her arm to halt her next move. He says, "Let me, my love; it's my turn."

Yet, before Exile can ready himself for battle, Myth suddenly aims the 3-Fist Plum Blossom technique toward his chest. The impact is so powerful that Exile is forced off his feet to land, sprawling down upon his back...

Rain Kumulus glances around the room and decides that Nightshade Velour should be his opponent. He motions toward Nightshade. "Let's see how good you are." Nightshade smiles and nods. "All right, but my opinion is that you're not very good."

At these words, Rain swivels swiftly to place his back before his opponent, and just as quickly executes a backward somersault to land immediately behind Nightshade. As he lands, Rain delivers a mighty punch onto his back, sending him sprawling forward onto the floor...

Persia Lago has already chosen her opponent, but instead of making her choice known, she uses the element of surprise by directing 3 fluid somersaults toward where Xavier Dustine is standing. As she lands to stand before him, Xavier aims a splendid High-Kick toward her torso. She stumbles back, but rights herself, and then moves forward to deliver an open-handed slap to his face.

Xavier Dustine gently strokes the wounded area, but undaunted, he moves in close and aims several continuous High-Kicks toward her chin. However, she successfully evades each blow and suddenly clamps tightly onto his offending leg. Then, with a magnificent twist, she sends him sprawling sideways onto the floor alongside her...

Enyssé Dalmont, a good fighter, though, not as expert as she would like to believe, points a finger toward Flaxen Nereis; selecting her as her opponent. Flaxen just nods and awaits the impending attack. Since Flaxen is standing slightly sideways in proportion to where Enyssé is standing, she performs several Side-Flips to reach her fast.

Upon hearing her land, Enyssé swivels to face her opponent and attempts aiming the 3-Fist Plum Blossom sequence toward Flaxen's face, but she superbly counteracts each part of the attack with an expert Hand-Blocking technique. Soon, she locks both fists between her palms and head-butts Enyssé Dalmont, causing her to stumble; whilst simultaneously, Flaxen Nereis removes her hold upon her fists...

Juno Vogel selects Lars Voorhies as her opponent. She says, "So, what do you say, 'Cat's Eyes'? Do you want the fight of your life?"

Lars laughs wickedly upon hearing this bold query. "Such bravado should be humbled." He gestures for the battle to commence.

Juno accepts the challenge by moving toward him at a short run, and then executes 3 forward somersaults to land directly in front of Lars. As soon as she lands, she delivers a mighty Hand-Chop to the side of his neck, and also delivers an effective punch to his nose...

Myko Storm looks upon Raven Hawk with an insinuating once-over and says, "What a luscious beauty. Please forgive me if I mar that lovely face. It certainly would not be my intent."

Raven chuckles at this Mystic, whom she believes to be a blatantly obvious amateur. "We shall see about that."

Once she finishes speaking, Myko moves toward her at a brisk pace before using a gymnastics maneuver; leaning upon both of his palms and executing an astounding flip over Raven's head, in order to land flawlessly behind her. Unfortunately, before she can turn, guessing his intent, Myko grasps her around the neck in a bruising Choke-Hold. Struggling to free herself quickly before possibly lapsing into unconsciousness, Raven Hawk squeezes the inner palms of his hands in a punishing grip.

He screeches in pain, and subsequently releases his vise-like hold upon her neck. Raven Hawk seizes this opportunity to wound her enemy by delivering a mighty backward High-Kick to her opponent's chin, making him stagger like a drunken man. Next, she turns to face Myko, kicks him in the shin, and delivers a powerful punch to just above his temple. This action, causing him to fall hard onto the floor...

...Exile Legend struggles to regain his upright positon, but Myth Vaga advances upon him swiftly to kneel behind him, seizes his neck, and flips Exile backward on to the floor. Next, as Exile attempts to rise, Myth places him in a brutish Choke-Hold. While his opponent struggles for breath, Myth Vaga says arrogantly, "Admit it now, fearless leader...you're finished."

Delphi, having heard this merciless taunt, proceeds to where they are engaged in battled. She moves behind Myth to aim a Kung-fu chop toward the

nape of his neck, using both hands on either side. This causes Myth to yelp in pain, and also to release his vicious hold upon her beloved...

...Nightshade Velour suddenly stands again and shakes off the hurtful blows. He motions for Rain Kumulus to continue the battle. Rain, angered that Nightshade seems unharmed by the previous punishing blows delivered by himself, thoughtlessly moves upon him and attempts to render continual punches at him. Nightshade, an expert fighter, adeptly intercepts each blow by blocking each of them with superb Hand-Blocking techniques. Finally, Nightshade manages to halt these relentless blows, fueled by rage, through grasping and retaining hold onto both of his flailing arms...

...Myko Storm, furious, gets swiftly to his feet, and moves determinedly toward Raven Hawk to aim several High-Kicks to both of her thighs and legs. Nevertheless, she blocks each menacing attack by successfully grasping hold of Myko Storm's legs; surprising him by quickly and powerfully flipping him easily over her head toward the floor behind. However superb a maneuver this is, Myko succeeds in executing an almost perfectly balanced landing, displaying the skill of an agile cat. He turns to face Raven and says, "As you can see, I'm not so easily broken..."

...Xavier Dustine immediately rights himself by balancing on the palms of his hands and performing a fluid somersault to stand; once again facing his opponent. Persia Lago attempts a succession of kicks aimed toward both his knees, and shins. Xavier does ably deflect each intended blow before losing his balance and falling backward onto the floor...

...Enyssé Dalmont grunts in frustration from where she has landed but stands up to face her opponent rather quickly. She moves into close the distance between them, and then Enyssé directs the 3-Fist Plum Blossom sequence toward Flaxen Nereis' bust area. Flaxen deftly Hand-Blocks each attempt, so Enyssé starts directing a succession of kicks and High-Kicks toward her opponent's knees, thighs, shins, and even toward her chin and head. Missing contact with all of these because Flaxen succeeds in evading them, an exasperated Enyssé Dalmont leans sideways, balancing her entire body on one palm and using both feet, executes punishing Side-Kicks upon Flaxen Nereis' torso; causing her to stumble backwards like a drunkard...

...Lars Voorhies reels back in pain, grasping a now bloodied nose. As he

impatiently swipes at the blood gushing from this organ, he says, "You're going to regret that, Blondie."

Juno Vogel motions for the battle to continue or nods and replies with, "Prove your insinuation."

Next, Lars approaches his opponent and begins punching insanely at her with arms coming at her in several directions. Juno manages to Hand-Block all of these attacks, but Lars Voorhies suddenly catches her off guard by delivering a bruising sideways High-Kick toward her chin. Juno stumbles for a bit, stroking her chin before Lars moves in, poised for another intended assault. He swivels, leans forward to balance upon the palms of his hands, and catapults his legs in a backward somersault, in order to clamp his legs like scissors in a vise-like grip around Juno's neck to paralyze any movement there...

...Myth Vaga, enraged that this previous assault forced him to release his prey, He violently elbows Delphi Legend in the jaw before she can move safely away from his vicinity. She grunts and reels from such a vicious assault, clutching her injured chin. As Exile Legend attempts to come to her rescue, Myth moves upon him suddenly, and attacks using the 3-Fist Plum Blossom sequence menacingly against Exile's torso area.

After making contact and causing Exile to stagger, Myth relentlessly moves in again to deliver a punishing High-Kick onto his opponent's upper chest, causing Exile Legend to fall down hard (knocking the breath from his body). Delphi, having seen her husband's crushing fall, howls with rage and performs a series of flawless somersaults to land in front of Myth. Before he can make an attack upon her person, Delphi Legend renders a couple of powerful punches to Myth Vaga's face, and astonishingly pounds hard on the top of his head. Myth falls upon his knees, grasping his sore head...

...Valiantly resisting the seemingly immovable hold upon his arms, Rain Kumulus tries attempts kicking at Nightshade Velour's knees and shins furiously to gain his release. Nightshade evades these attacks with constant movement of his legs out of range, before he simply flips Rain over his head onto the floor behind him. After landing, Rain quickly acts by rising to his knees, and delivering a mighty Two-Fist punch onto just above Nightshade's knees, forcing him backwards onto the floor...

...Persia Lago groans and punches her fist against the floor before rising, proceeding to kick first one shin, and then the other causing Xavier Dustine to cry out in pain and stagger around (rubbing his aching wounds). Persia smiles and utters a victorious query. "Not as easy as you thought it would be. Is it?" She chuckles wickedly with delight and closes in to direct a successful punch to his chest.

Persia also delivers such a masterfully injurious punch to his face that causes Xavier to land into an unconscious heap onto the floor. Kayo Rasputin has witnessed this battle with such distaste that he now approaches Persia Lago and says, "All right, now it is time to show me what you are made of."

She laughs at Kayo and replies sarcastically. "Anytime you wish, Master Kayo." As he moves in closer, readying himself for battle using the Praying Mantis Kung-fu stance, Persia directs a series of High-Kicks toward Kayo Rasputin's face and chin. Yet, all of these attacks he expertly evades and Hand-Blocks with incredible ease...

...Before Flaxen Nereis can recover from the brutal onslaught, Enyssé Dalmont moves in close to deliver a couple of open-palmed slaps onto her lovely face. Flaxen simply shakes these off and proudly boasts in query, "Is that all you've got?" Enyssé snidely asks, "Let's see, shall we?" Next, Enyssé aims a mighty sidekick toward Flaxen's athletic torso, sending her flying through mid-air before falling down...

...Fearful that she could lose this battle, Juno Vogel uses her fingers to press very hard on the inside area of Lars' thighs (much like the tentacles of an octopus) to escape from his overpowering hold. Lars cries out in pain and releases her immediately, falling hard onto the floor. Remarkably unharmed, he rubs vigorously at the sensitive sore spots on his thighs.

Juno Vogel quickly closes in to aim a kick toward the underside of Lars' chin, and when he falls down, she delivers several mighty punches to his face before punching his already assaulted nose, causing his head to bang heavily onto the floorboards, sending him into an unconscious state. She simply dusts off her hands and says, "You're not half bad for an opponent, 'Cat's Eyes'."

...Raven smirks at this previous clever boast uttered by Myko Storm. So, she replies with, "We shall see if you indeed can be broken." Gesturing, she says, "Come on, then. Do your worst." Myko closes the distance between them and unsuccessfully aims the 3-Fist Plum Blossom technique toward her torso.

Raven Hawk evades this attempted assault, and takes a firm hold of his twist, using them as leverage in helping her execute an almost perfect backward somersault. But, as soon as she lands on her feet, Raven speedily directs an exceptional two-footed High-Kick onto her opponent's torso. Myko lands upon his back in a sprawled position.

Before righting himself, Raven Hawk kicks him first in the stomach, and secondly, in the chest. Myko yelps in pain, but Raven moves to kneel behind him. She grasps him around the neck in a powerful Choke-Hold. As he struggles to be released, she says, "Not to worry, it'll be over in a few seconds. Good night, sweet prince." Almost immediately after this speech, Myko Storm passes out.

...After touching the sore spot and groaning in pain, Myth Vaga hurriedly removes his hand, annoyed by having revealed any display of weakness. He stands up and says daringly to Delphi legend, "As you can see, you've yet to defeat me." Delphi shrugs and replies sarcastically using a familiar phrase. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Isn't that how it is said?"

In answer to this query, Myth Vaga moves determinedly toward both of his opponents with a roar. Exile and Delphi Legend stand beside one another, readying themselves for Myth's next attack. Myth Vaga executes mighty punches evenly toward both of his opponents, yet these attempts fail because the loving couple succeed in deflecting each hurled fist, using masterful Hand-Blocking techniques.

At some point, Exile grasps hold of Myth's fists, and aims a successful high-kick under Myth's chin. As he stumbles, Delphi leaps into mid-air and delivers superb High-Kicks onto Myth Vaga's chest and chin. He falls hard onto the floor...

...Nightshade Velour laughs after landing and quickly stands to face his opponent. He says, "That was a good shot. Let's see what else you can do. Come on."

Nightshade gestures and Rain Kumulus responds by executing a flawlessly balanced somersault, in order to reach his opponent swiftly. Next, Rain he moves in aiming several swinging punches at various areas of Nightshade's body, including his face, chest, and stomach. Nightshade evasively hand-blocks this assault and delivers quick and adept punches to Rain's chest and stomach.

While Rain reels from this punishing onslaught, Nightshade closes the distance between them (determined to end this grueling battle) by directing the 3-Fist Plum Blossom sequence to Rain's chest again. After which, Nightshade Velour punches him overwhelmingly several times in the face and executes hand-chops on either side of his neck, before the final attack. As Rain groans and grasps his aching neck, Nightshade resolves to finish him off. Thus, he aims a successful flying High-Kick onto Rain's temple, causing him to land unconsciously onto the floor below.

...Once Kayo Rasputin has deflected these attacks, he takes hold of one of Persia Lago's legs (as she is attempting another High-Kick) and flips her sideways onto the floor. Incensed by this attack, Persia quickly rises to deliver a fluidly balanced High-Kick brutishly onto Kayo Rasputin's chin. Kayo simply shakes the

blow off and stands once again in the Praying Mantis Kung-fu stance, awaiting another attack.

Persia closes the distance to aim a series of punches toward Kayo Rasputin's face and chin. He impressively evades every single blow, and grasps hold of the nape of her neck. Next, using his right leg, he executes a backward High-Kick onto the back of her head. And while she is stunned by the blow, Kayo grasps her by the neck and flips her onto the floor behind him...

...Flaxen Nereis rises as fast as she can after having taken a fall and performs a forward somersault to land directly in front of Enyssé Dalmont. Flaxen moves in to deliver the 3-Fist Plum Blossom sequence toward Enyssé's stomach, and after she reels from this assault, Flaxen continues the attack by swiveling sideways in order to direct several High-Kicks onto Enyssé Dalmont's upper chest, chin, and temple. As Enyssé falls down, Flaxen Nereis moves in to finish this fight by leaning down upon her knees and aiming a succession of punches toward Enyssé's face before exerting a mighty Hand-Chop onto her neck to render her unconscious. Flaxen stands upright again and says, "I guess you just weren't as tough as you thought."

...Myth Vaga rises to his feet a bit slower this time. But, it is obvious by his demeanor that he is strongly willed to continue until the very end of this battle. Delphi Legend closes in to directs a succession of punches toward his chest; all of which, Myth succeeds in Hand-Blocking. After blocking the last attempted blow, Myth punishes Delphi with a powerful deft kick toward her stomach. She howls and doubles over in pain, holding firmly to the injured area.

Exile Legend hurries to protect her by moving in closer proximity to Myth. Yet, this time, his opponent is ready for him. Without even turning to face Exile, Myth Vaga executes a superb sideways punch onto his forehead. When Exile reels back from the force of the blow, Myth follows through with a High-Kick aiming toward his stomach. Exile falls down hard upon the floor...

...Before Persia Lago can rise up again, Kayo Rasputin strides swiftly over to where she has fallen to ask, "Are you not tired of fighting yet? It takes a brave man or in this case, woman, to admit defeat."

Persia looks up at him with reproach, and shakes her head, as if to shake off the blows she has endured. But, she refuses to answer his deliberate taunt. Nevertheless, Persia attempts to right herself, but Kayo Rasputin does not intend to continue this losing battle, even if she cannot admit nor accept defeat.

He simply kneels over her and elbows her into her back, between the shoulder blades, with just enough force to keep her grounded, but not to render any damage. As Persia groans and lies quietly upon the floor, Kayo turns around and moves over to check on Xavier Dustine's silent, prostrate form.

...As soon as Exile Legend has fallen, Myth Vaga hurries over to Delphi Legend's hunched form, and aims a Closed-Fisted punch onto the top of her head, rendering her into an unconscious heap upon the floor. Myth smiles precipitately, anticipating victory, and glances over to check on Exile's prostrate form. Shockingly, he is not injured greatly from his former beatings.

Before Myth can turn around to locate him, Exile attacks from behind, aiming a phenomenal High-Kick between Myth Vaga's shoulder blades. Myth falls down upon his stomach but tries to quickly rise again. Once he rises to his knees, Exile moves in and delivers a Hand-Chop on either side of Myth's neck, before placing him in a relentless Choke-Hold.

Myth struggles valiantly by pushing against the vice-like grip, and also punching and banging upon Exile's arms. Before Myth passes out, Exile says, "Some battles one is destined to lose." Having said this, Exile releases Myth from his all-encompassing hold, sparing him from lapsing into unconsciousness.

Next, Exile Legend determinedly walks over to check on his beloved wife, who is moaning softly where she is lying. As he kneels beside her, Exile grasps by the nape of her neck, and rolls her head tenderly onto his lap. He says, "Wake up, my lovely."

Delphi Legend slowly opens her eyes, and gazes admiringly upon Exile's stunning countenance. In reply, she says, "Yes, my love...I am awake, now. You did defeat Myth Vaga, correct?"

He laughs. "I certainly did my best. He is lying over there." And then Exile inclines his head toward where Myth is lying.

Delphi laughs contentedly before replying. "I knew you could do it." She grasps her beloved Exile by his nape. He smiles in mild surprise, and she pulls his head down for a brief and gratifying kiss.

# Chapter 9: The Aftermath

After the grueling battle is over, and it is acknowledged that The Mystery Alliance has defeated Myth Vaga and his co-conspirators, each opposing side of Mystic warriors have grouped back together (like soldiers in military formation). All of the members of The Mystery Alliance stand with their heads held high in pride, while Myth Vaga and his compatriots stand peering across from them, with great anger and reproach. Exile and Delphi Legend with Kayo Rasputin beside them, stand at the forefront of their alliance. Myth Vaga, Persia Lago, and Fiend Dalliant stand in front of their villainous troupe.

Exile speaks to break the ominous silence. "Well, Myth Vaga, as you can plainly see, we are the victors in this fight."

Myth, never one to back down, speaks with arrogant high-handedness, much like a dictator would. "You and your pitiful little alliance will rue this day. I promise you that. When you least expect it, we will be back."

Kayo Rasputin smiles, absolutely delighted with their hard-won victory. "And who exactly are we, Myth Vaga? You know, you've never told us what you call your little entourage."

Myth looks surprised at first, but after some seconds of thought, he smiles radiantly because he has had a brilliant idea. At least, this is his own belief, so he blatantly lies to Kayo. He says, "Ah yes, that was intentionally left out before. My assemblage of friends is called, the Saboteurs."

Fiend Dalliant lifts an eyebrow at this false statement, glances at Myth in askance, yet remains silent. Persia Lago smiles wickedly, evidently approving of this title for their Mystic compatriots. Delphi Legend, irritated by their continued presence, decides to make it known that they are no longer welcome at Dwellen.

"That may very well be, but as you can see, you and your Saboteurs have lost. So please, we must therefore ask you all to leave. For we must, of course, sever all relations with you."

Myth Vaga scoffs and says, "How dare you speak to me like that! I can assure you that you shall regret this day for the rest of your lives."

Exile decides to speak up, now. "We already have, old friend. You never belonged here. You were just buying time until now. Please go and leave us in peace."

Fiend Dalliant laughs and says sarcastically, "Peace...now that's almost poetic; even whimsical. Somehow, I don't think you will ever have that...not from this day forward."

Myth lifts a hand to silence Fiend. "Let's not trouble ourselves any further."

All of a sudden, Myth turns to leave abruptly, being followed immediately by Persia Lago and the rest of his co-conspirators, who are treading quickly and doggedly in the wake of his footsteps.

Nightshade Velour moves to stand alongside Exile Legend and says, "Exile, I don't trust them. This sudden retreat seems too easy to be believable."

Exile nods before giving a response. "You make a valid point, my son."

Delphi says, "I agree with you both. I have such a bad feeling about this."

## The Retaliation

Outside Dwellen, Myth's Saboteurs are running away quickly to catch up with Myth Vaga and Persia Lago, who have been standing in the shadows, waiting for their co-conspirators to join them. Lars Voorhies and Myko Storm give a few hoots and howls, enjoying the fact that they have started a dangerous fire within the basement area of the Dwellen residence. Lars and Myko progress over to where everyone has been waiting patiently for their return.

Myth asks, "Am I to assume from your boisterous cries that the job is done, and has been done well?"

Lars speaks first by saying, "Yes, Myth, everything has been taken care of. They won't notice that there is a fire until it is out of control."

Myko interrupts with, "By then, it will be too late to save Dwellen."

Myth laughs wholeheartedly and says, "Bravo, lads! A job well done, indeed. We may have lost tonight but remember this...this was only our first battle. We must practice and study harder with what we've learned thus far from The Mystery Arts."

Persia speaks up. "And then we will come again and attack in full force. Am I right, my darling?" She gazes up at Myth Vaga with undisguised admiration. He spares her a glance before answering. "That is correct, Persia Lago."

She reaches out a hand to stroke his face gently, bestows a soft kiss upon his supple lips, and returns swiftly to her former position. Myth speaks again. "I see that the fire is spreading quickly, so let's make ourselves scarce. Shall we?"

After hearing this question, all of Myth's Saboteurs hurry away from 'the scene of the crime', as it were, with Myth Vaga and Persia Lago leading the fray. Suddenly, from outside, screams of horrified fright and terror erupt from within the confines of Dwellen. Of course, these screams cannot have failed to be heard by Myth's wicked band of Mystics. There is inconceivably cruel, raucous laughter, and cheers echoing amidst their rapidly retreating presences.

## A New Beginning: Rebuilding after the Devastation

The Mystery Alliance are currently working on re-establishing their lives

and continuing valiantly with their mission as a strong, unified anti-terrorist group. The fire set by Myth's Saboteurs completely destroyed Dwellen, their first home. So now, they are in the progress of refurbishing and remodeling their new home.

It is an abandoned chateau located within the heart of France. Delphi and Exile Legend are standing in the forecourt gazing around. They are taking in the painting and remodeling going on outside by some of the members of the Mystery Alliance, whilst the rest are inside dutifully refurbishing the worn and weathered furnishings with great detail.

Kayo Rasputin comes outside to meet them and says, "There is still much work to be done, but I believe that we shall be finished in another month or so."

Delphi nods and speaks first. "That is very good news, Kayo Rasputin. After that ghastly fire, we had no choice, except to find another suitable home."

Kayo nods in agreement before saying, "Of course, dear lady, because that fire completely destroyed Dwellen. Not to mention, causing quite nasty smoke inhalation complications to several of our Mystic friends. Myth Vaga and his Saboteurs have much to rejoice over."

Exile Legend shivers slightly and shakes his head in confusion. He frowns and says, "I would have never dreamed of such villainy coming from him. Such aggression comes only from a truly violent individual."

Kayo lifts an eyebrow upon hearing these words. "More like 'black-hearted', I would say."

Delphi asks, "Black-hearted? I don't think that Myth Vaga is entirely without conscience, although it would appear so from outward appearance. However, when you look deeper, you will discover that he did not intend to kill anyone that night. He and his band of lunatics made certain that the fire was started in the basement."

Kayo shrugs, "So, what difference does it make"

Delphi attempts to get through to his willfully stubborn resistance to comprehend. "Don't you see? By starting the fire there, we were bound to discover that there actually was a fire in enough time for all of us to get out safely. Oh no, Myth Vaga, maybe a lot of things, but a murderer, he isn't. It was a criminally vengeful act; nothing more. And what's more, we'd better keep a sharp eye out and continue Mystery Arts' instructions throughout this remodeling process."

Kayo asks, "Meaning?"

Exile decides to re-enter this conversation at this point. "Meaning, that there will most certainly be another retaliation we can expect from Myth Vaga in the future. He will not give up until he has us under his complete control. In his mind, we must pay for our rebellion. It is unforgivable in his eyes; that much I do know about him."

Delphi says, "Yes, my love. But what should we call this lovely old

chateau?"

Exile smiles. "I have thought of a wonderful name for it...Haven."

Delphi Legend and Kayo smile in approval of this title. Kayo speaks his approval, as well. "You are right about the title, Exile Legend. Quite appropriate!"

Delphi nods, yet hivers in fearful anticipation. Exile places a comforting arm around her shoulder before gently pushing her forward to steer her inside the threshold of their new home; the elegantly regal chateau called Haven.

## Myth's Lair: Home of Myth and His Saboteurs

Myth Vaga and Persia Lago did indeed purchase the enchanting, grand villa. Myth is seated before a recently purchased desk inside a room that is too massive to be a bedroom. However, this matter presents no problems because Myth has already designated its purpose.

As he is writing, suddenly, Persia Lago enters the room to stand gazing upon her mate with joy. "Well, my love, just what are you doing in here? I, myself, have been putting the finishing touches upon our marital quarters, I might add."

Myth stops writing and looks at his wife. "You are quite impertinent, dear Persia. But, as it is one of your most endearing qualities, I will let that remark pass. Also, I know that you are ready to begin our lives together as husband and wife. Very well, I shall enlighten you. This room is mine and shall become my study from this day forth. A study shall be its suitable purpose because I will use it to meditate on important matters and write detailed accountings of any plans that I may propose in future. What do you think of that, dear lady?"

Persia chuckles and shrugs. "You are so masterfully commanding that you should have whatever room you wish for whatever purpose you wish. I have no complaints about this decision, nor have I expressed any, as yet." She pauses and bestows a sly and precocious look upon her beloved husband. "Aren't I a good little wife?'

Myth puts down his writing pen, leans back slightly, and laughs delightedly. "Yes, you are...just the kind of wife I never could have dreamed of."

She asks rhetorically, "Aren't I just, Myth Vaga?"

He rises from his chair and restores it to its original position behind the desk. He moves determinedly over to where Persia is standing and grasps her by both arms. "Now, give me a kiss, my entrancing one."

Persia says, "Gladly", before graciously complying with his sweet command. She places her arms around his neck and starts kissing him quite passionately. Myth Vaga returns her delightful kisses with ardor, as he wounds his arms around her tiny waist.

He picks her up quickly and powerfully before saying, "I believe that it is time for bed."

She laughs, and shivers exaggeratedly. "Whatever you say or want this night, my love." Myth laughs in ecstatic glee, and still holding Persia in his arms, almost runs out of the room, making a mad dash for their marital quarters.

## A Foreseen Arrival

Machiavellia's Traveling Carnival has arrived in Paris, France during the evening hours. Parking of all of the vehicles and all of the equipment in their designated areas is being seen to, as Evian Magi and his friend, Kacy Redlynn, pull into their own parking space. After Evian switches off the idling engine, Kacy turns toward him and says, "We made it."

Evian smiles at her. "Yes, so it would seem."

She removes her seatbelt and asks, "Should we go to one of the refreshment stands and get something to eat before preparing for bed, do you think?"

Evian shrugs and nods at first, but finally, he abruptly shakes his head. "No, why don't we visit one of those restaurants away from the carnival? I think I'd like something more gourmet to eat tonight."

Kacy fairly coos with delight. "Yes, Evian. Let's go to one of those Parisian cafes."

Evian Magi chuckles lightly. "Sure. Let's get out of here. I'm famished." She laughs again, while both of them prepare to exit the vehicle. After Evian automatically locks the doors, they head across several streets to where some cafes, that are still open, are located.

# Epilogue

What follows next is the future destiny of the intriguing Evian Magi...

