The Six of Worlds (a mash of my fav stuff( On Hold....again)

Izalansadi,Gala,Cloudy,Hallgralla,Pinkkit and Deathkit were destined to find each other. But they are so darned different.
Izalansadi is a spoiled dragon princess.

Gala is a hopelessly romantic paint dragon.
Cloudy is a superrare cloud dragon, and has an epic past.
Hallgralla is another cloud dragon,and was missing for 8 years, and is Cloudy's childhood friend.
Pinktail is a strange looking phenomenon of a Warrior kitten.
Deathfang is a shy,but prideful big tom kitten, and is a bit older than Pinktail.

These characters are part of another Prophecy set out for the greater good by the Dragon Creator, Gullyinn, who wishes to control the uncontrollable Rifts or Portals which are appearing at an alarming rate,which has happened only thrice in the past, resulting with a nice mass extinction.

She is trying to send all dragons and humans of draconic-blood back to the legendary starting point, another astral plane with the name of the Unicverse, and this bunch is one of the lot.

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18. #.14.#Patapon2-Gala+ Dahnles (That Escalated Quickly): HURTS LIKE HEAVEN

(Right now this chapter probably will be horrible but later i'm going to change it so much it won't be recognisable i just want this over with)

Okay some of you may as well be saying, "UGH NOT PATAPONS" and others," WHY AM I READING THIS," and "WATTPAD KILL THE STORY PLZ" but hopefully at least one "YEAAAAAAAAAAAH"

I really need to get this over with before i forget the whole plot (only 2-5 chapters left of the first Patapon2 visit { YAAAS I SAID FIRST MUAHAHAAHAHAH}).

(Don't you hate it when you're listening to a song and suddenly, ' THIS IS RADIO_______ YOUR NUMBER ONE CHANNEL FOR AWESOME/COOL/NEW MUSIC' and thus blocks the song and you can barely hear the best part?And when the singer takes a breath before continuing a song and for the rest of it all you can concentrate on is that one freaking sound and your face is all 'O.O)

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"So why can't you go fight?"

"If i don't beat the drums there would be no fight."

"........"

Gala looked back at her buttons."Stupid Big Hands. You can go now."

"B-"

"'l make you go."

"You cant make me do anything," he replied stubbornly and folded his arms.

PATA-PATA-PATA-PON

Dahnles marched forward. "Hey! That's not far that's cheating you wait till i come back why-"

She couldn't hear him anymore and fixed herself to the task of commanding him and the rest.

Yesterday, Charles had been cornered, and the enemy had called him Stupid Big Hands. Gala killed him rather coldly- Charles remembered that she had the emotion switch on OFF- and then he remarked that the only person who could call him Stupid Big Hands was Gala.

"Is that a challenge," she had answered.

He snorted. So Gala took it, and he didn't mind which made her a bit confused, if she could feel anything.....

For three days Gala had been seriously sick- her intestines were busily commiting suicide and her heart was running a 50-meter dash. Also, her vision kept going in-and out. 

Total: Not good.

But she was an expert drama queen, and just barely hid it all behind a cover of health and perfectness. Hopefully, it wasn't a case of draco interfectorem, or dragonslayer cancer. No wait- it probably was.

Scrap metal.

A bit about dragonslayer cancer- dragons can battle cancer and always win. But dragonslayer killed them before they could fend it off- normal cancer can't attack their immune system but dragonslayer could, and a dragon's white blood cells took some time to surround and start to eradicate a cell. This cancer grabbed them before they could grab it.

Of course, there were some things that simulate a dragon's blood or delay the cancer cells( it depended on the type of dragon). For the rank 10-7 dragons, the weakest rank ( the most powerful is rank 0, or Rank; containing the Enterprise- the gods. Dragons are put into ranks by their attack and such, not rarity-for there is a few rank 9 species that only have one existing dragon) it was a green lotus. 6-4 used selenite, 3-1 used moonlight and Rank 0 couldn't catch it. Lucky devils. 

Gala- the paint dragon- was a rank 5. But there didn't appear to be any selenite crystals around- they made a dragon's system go into overdrive and destroy more effectively. But it still took three-5 days to get all better and the victim had to eat selenite five times a day.

The most selenite this place had was for a mouthful. And then The End and the credits for Gala.

"Why are you lagging behind?" someone asked Dahnles.

"Because someone is going to attack you." he said moodily.

"Ready-aim-fire," some else sang behind him and he whipped around.

"Hi." said Gala, shouldering her lead sword.

"Who is it?" the patapon Dahnles was talking to turned around as well. "Oh. It's you, Almighty Gala."

"Come on," she protested," I'm limited in this form." And dying. Ow.

"........."

"Who's doing the buttons?" said Dahnles stupidly.

Gala looked back. "I sorta am. It's hard to explain."

PON-PON-PATA-PON

Gala stayed behind, her sword tip resting on the floor. Oh. I did not think this through.

Her announcement- the o-hai-dere-i'm-gala-nice-to-meet-you- a week ago had been like this:

Gala: *walks up to everyone* Uh, i should explai-

Hero: You sound like...You're that cat!

Gala: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...*mutters* pit é nae (screw you)

She now stood blankly while keeping the beat going. This lasted for the whole period- an hour- until they were all marching towards the goal. Peaceful enough now until-

KCHAK

"WHAT THE SC-" Now Elilah was thus wrapped in a sack- twined woven metal.

 "$%$% $&^$*&^ *$&^*$#!*&&*&^ ^&%^&%^% &%&^!!! *#%*#*& %*$$%*% $%%%&$ #$#%#$?!?"

 

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Dahnles happened to pause."Where's Gala?"

"Beats me.Hey did you see how easily we blablablablablablablabla........"

Dahnles turned around,very obviously expecting to see Gala walking silently behind and looking rather amused by his concern. Unfortunately all he could see was a walking nothing- just jungle. And some more jungle. Also; did he mention the jungle?

As the Robopon stood in shock, a furry, brown and white moth glided past him. For a moth it was pretty big and seemed to beat it's wings in a particular beat. It passed by him again, then hovered motionless, it's wings fluttering.

"What?" he asked.

The moth teed off to the left, then flapped away, trying to lead him the other way the rest of the patapons were going. it came back impatiently and took off again, like a dog trying to tell someone to follow.

So Dahnles followed, his hands dragging on the ground like usual.

It wasn't a path any patapon would ever follow.

The insect turned sharply and, with more grace then Dahnles, floated over the lianas and the hanging creepers. Dahnles, after a frustrating battle of being tangled, smashed his through the thick trunks, felling the ancient trees with a single blow, but stopped halfway when he remembered:

You're a tree-killer.

The way she said it...like as if she was expecting someone to find refuge in, instead discovered a....tree-killer.

He stopped and ploughed without using his hands the rest of the way.

The sunlight hit his eye pretty hard, and Dahnles blinked, then couldn't blink again. It was a fortress-hidden away from the rest of the world. Nobody was outside, but there was a clear message- a very hastily drawn paintbrush with drag lines leading into the building.

The fort was obviously not of Karmen make. They always made things all orange and pointy and metal- this structure was exactly like a low white palace made of marble and a green flag with a black triangle. That triangle had a white line running through like some sort of backwards eyeball. 

"How can i thank you, moth?"

You can infiltrate the fort and save my master's guardian, it replied immediately. It's voice had a deep and husky quality to it- but whenever it talked, Dahnles could hear a background meow.

"Were you a cat once?"

Yes. I am not Moth. I am the knight Murphy.

"A Tatepon knight?"

Potatopon?

"Hah-uh, nevermind. Let's infiltrate the fortress. Wait. How do i exactly?"

Oh, i can help with the transformation.

"With the wha-w-w-w-"

A thin line spread down from Murphy's head to his hand.

And the leaves came- glossy and covered with wax and with serrated edges- the leaves that wrapped tightly around the paralyzed Dahnles like a straightjacket. He was going to panic, but the leaves did not leave any time for that and pulled back into the earth forcefully, not leaving a trace of their sudden appearance.

"MURPHY!"

Huh, it worked. A little too well.

"What worked!?!?"

Murphy the moth was now a fluffy, longhair grey-brown and white cat- A blue-point ragdoll. 

I love being a cat. Do you like being a dragon? No- you have to. Dragons are awesome.

"WHAT? WHAT?WHAAAT?"

Murphy turned his tail and dug into the earth. When he stopped a little pool of clear enough water had formed- letting the hapless Dahnles to stare at his reflection. A purple dragon with grey eyes staed back at him in horror, with clear Iron Robopon arm markings on his front legs.

"OH.My.GALA."

No. It's Gullyinn now.

"GULLYINN WHAT'S A GULLYINN NO WAIT I KNOW WHAT A GULLYINN IS SHE'S A DRAGON GODDESS OH ALMIGHTY I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT AND NOW I DO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU-"

SHUT UP! Must you alert them all? The unamused cat's hackles rippled and Dahnles shut his mouth on demand. Now they will not attack- the non-believers cannot see you.

"Huh?"

I shall explain....

 

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