The Passing

The Fight

Turns out that Malacai had a large, mostly empty room in the back. Dronan stood to the left, Initial B. at the right. Dronans' sword was long and silver with a sky blue hilt, it's blade gleaming in the light. Initials' was black as night, the hilt a bloodred. Malacai stood in the center.

"Alright!" He shouted for everyone to hear. " In this corner, we have the newbie. In the other, someone who could probably break my arm off in a second. Rules! Can't forget those. No killing, maiming, cutting- you know what, first to disarm the other wins. NOT literally. Just knock the weapon from your opponent's' hand. And also-"

"We get it, Malacai." Mystic shouted from the sidelines. For some reason, there were two sofas set up on either side.

How much money do you have? Antono thought. He had said something about a new job. Must pay pretty well.

"You may begin in three-two-no!" Both opponents were standing there, waiting on Malacai. "Sorry, I just-" Glares from both set him straight. "Okay, go!"

Both charged at each other, but somehow ended up running right past each other. Turning around, Dronan swung his sword and barely missed hitting Initials' blade. His sister was cheering for him, as well as Veriva and Antono.

"Antono! How could you cheer for him?!"

"Someone has to."

Taking the opportunity, Initial ran up behind Dronan and knocked the sword from his hand. He picked it back up.

"Did I mention I was sneaky?"

"What the hey?" Dronan turned around, and swung his sword, cutting off a bit of his hair.

"Dronan! He won. Now put the sword down!" Malacai began to head over to him.

"Please put the sword down." Sapphire jumped up from the couch and ran to him. Dronan immediately dropped the sword and stared. He had a dumb look to his face, as though someone had just told him his father was a movie star.

"Now," Sapphire continued,"You need to control yourself. I know you're angry and frustrated, but don't take it out on others."

"But he-"

"No. Just go and calm down. We'll wait for you, okay?"

"Fine." He growled as he returned to the lounge. "But I won't like it!"

"That's fine. You don't have to like it, just go."

Dronan stomped off. When they could barely hear him, Antono went over to Initial.

"You're on his bad side now."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, he'll treat you worse than he does me. But he admires power, so maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"He'll spare you."

"Um... Perhaps I should go." He began to walk over to the door.

"Please don't. Dronan isn't himself right now. Please stay." Sapphire pleaded.

"Maybe you should talk to him. At least he listens to you." Initial huffed, then sat down on a sofa. His sister sat down beside him, a hand on his shoulder.

"If you want to leave we can. I still have that ship I won."

He looked up at her. "The one you gambled my cat and gerbil on?"

"Yes." She sighed. "But I knew that I would win."

"How?"

"My power?"

"Oh, yes. I nearly forgot. You know how I am sometimes."

"Unfortunately."

"Hey!" Initial playfully punched his sister's' shoulder. "And besides, they tasted good."

What?!" Everyone else in the room said in unison.

"Well, I get it. I ate Dronan's pet goldfish. I blamed it on the dog."

"I heard that!" Dronan came running out, teeth bared, hands out and ready to attack.. "You ate Bubbles!"

"Stop!" Sapphire yelled, standing between the two. "You both need to mature. Dronan, I expected better. Calm your temper. Antono, That is just gross. Both of you shut you little mouths and calm down! Dronan, you're a shrew! Someone needs to tame you. Apparently I'm the only person who can do so."

Dronan stared at her, awestruck. His arms went limp, and he had his mouth hanging wide again.

"Maybe I have a bit of a temper?" He replied, coming to his senses.

"Maybe? How about yes! Ugh, you..."

"Beautiful being who insults me, yet I am thrilled at her talking to me. Acknowledging me. Her gorgeous eyes, form, everything. And her beauty is not only skin deep. Ah... Sapphire. Such a suiting name for you. Although angel would befit you more."

Sapphire turned to face Antono, anger and confusion painted across her face.

"What-the hey-is your brother doing?"

"He will keep going on like this until-"

"Until what?"

"Let me finish! He wants you to be his girlfriend. I believe so, anyway. He's never acted like this before."

"Is that correct?" Sapphire turned to face Dronan. He nodded.

"He also was trying to show off his strength."

"Hey!" Dronan began to grab at his brother again, but Sapphire grabbed his wrist.

"Just admit it already, you're a show off."

Sapphire snapped. This was too much.

"Dronan, if I say yes, will you two stop fighting as much?!"

"Yes."

"Fine."

A smile quickly spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around her while she just stood there, awkward.

"Can you let go of me now?"

"I'll never let go, Sapphire."

"Great. Thanks a lot, Antono." She said sarcastically, while glaring at him.

"Well, you asked."

Veriva headed to the door. Antono ran over and stood between the door and her.

"Can you move?" She began to try to weave around him.

"No."

"At least tell me what this is all about!" Everyone went still and silent. Initial B. and Mystic went over to her as well.

"Yes, please enlighten us. We don't have to help, you know."

Malacai poked his head into the room. Then he gestured for the rest to follow.

"This way, now. Come on. Get moving. Dronan, you and Antono need to tell them. Actually, just Antono. He's the leader." Dronan growled, but followed. The rest continued after him.