I Didn't ask for This

Tip of the Year

Serina's POV

"OK," I say as I lay a hand on Mozaku's shoulder, "you know I'm all for a Lilly rescue mission; however, if he's managed to tag you and cloak it, then we need some serious backup."

"Who were you thinking?" Tearkan asked while folding his arms over his chest.

"Well, Onryx is a sci-fi tech head right?" They all nodded. "I'm pretty sure we all know some people from that department who could help us. And now that I'm actually thinking about it, we should probably not be discussing our plans out loud around Mozaku. No offense, but..."

"None taken," he said shrugging it off casually, "I'm not sure whether that...human...will actually make good on his threat of towing me back to his ship now that he's double crossed me and ticked me off to the extreme. And if you're still listening...good luck trying to hide from me."

"I can tell you from experience, when you anger one of them, you anger all of them," I say out loud, "also it's really weird talking to someone who you don't know if they can hear you or not. Is there a speaker on that that you can talk to us to. Probably actually, I mean you did figure out how to cloak it from basically everyone so if there wasn't a speaker that you could talk to us that would just be silly, unless it was intentionally not there so that you wouldn't be tempted to insult any of those present and inviting their wrath even more. So smart choice! Unless there is a s-"

"SERINA!" everyone shouts.

"Yes?" I say mischievously, drawing out the word longer than actually necessary.

"Stop. Talking. For. Two. Stinking. Seconds."

"But why?" I grin.

"Sometime I wonder how you're even able to act sane," Mozaku said, shaking his head while muscling back a laugh.

"It helps lighten the mood though," I say seriously with a smile.

"That it does," Teton agreed while bringing up a portal, "Now let's go get some tech heads so they've can rescue Lilliana."

It didn't take much convincing for Elizabeth's brothers and her team to join us. This meant that we had eight more people added to our group. All highly trained in stealth as well as combat. Two also being somewhat trained in medicine, another two in strategy, two in all weapons, and finally two particularly in spying and some such. This makes sense, given that there are two teams.

"So this is the friendly neighborhood writer?" one of Elizabeth's team members, Adam Stone, inquired. His posture may have been relaxed; but his gaze was calculating, measuring me up.

"Apparently...yes," I told him simply.

"Why apparently?" another guy, Trevor Osborn, asked tilting his head to the side.

"Well," I drew put the word as I scratched the back of my head, "besides knowing everyone, I don't have that much power or useful skills. Unless you call a lifeguard certification a skill useful to the task at hand."

"You sure about that?"

"Pretty. I don't know how to shoot any type of gun, nor am I surely actually want to learn. I don't have any real magic abilities that would be useful in a fight. I can't really control my characters' actions. Finally, I don't do well with killing someone, or large amounts of blood in general."

"You can confuse the heck out of people though," Mette inputted.

"That I can." Everyone laughed at that.

"In all seriousness though, you are selling yourself short in the extreme." I raise an eyebrow as she raised her hand. "Let me explain-"

"No, too much," I interrupt with an exaggerated accent, "Let me sum up." Mette sighs, shaking her head as she does so.

"Is she always like this?" Adam asked.

"Please," I draw out the word, "You haven't even seen me with..." I trailed off as a sudden sensation hit me.

"Haven't seen you with who?" Nathan, Elizabeth's brother, prompted. I didn't answer, instead I closed my eyes away from distractions and focused on the odd feeling. It kind of felt like I was in a maze and there was a white string leading me through. I didn't notice that my head was twitching from side to side. After many twists and turns in my mind's eye, there seemed to be a light at the end of the 'tunnel'. As the light enveloped me, I realized what is was. My head reared back in shock.

"Serina! What is it?" Mette asked. I stumbled back as the sensation hit me again, much harder than it had last time. I shook my head to clear it away and stood straight with pent up anger because of what it likely meant. My hands clenched as I walked away from the group to where a swirling portal waited for me. Mette tried again, "Serina, what's wrong?"

"We're going to need Marie," was all I managed.

"Why?" Teton asked, putting a hand in front at me. I lifted my eyes, and my eyes only, to glare up at him for stopping me.

"Onryx is in the source dimension." Teton stepped back quickly. Tearkan whistled suddenly. I looked over at him curiously, my hands still clenched. He smiled and looked over at Mozaku.

"Hey Onryx, if you're listening, here's your tip of the year. Forget about Mozaku and the rest of us legendaries. If you're in the source dimension, I'd start running. The Writer's anger is much worse," he looks me in the eye, "especially when you are on her turf."