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.


20. #.16.#Patapon2-Dahnles (finis omnium secretorum): DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS

Murphy was faster.

While the dragon was acting rather like melting ice, the cat shot across the floor with his legs as long as they would go with each stride.

Masterrrr, he growled, and clambered rather clumsily on top on the chains. He put a paw to her head and sniffed the still Tineapon. Why didn't you tell me? he said, still with that rough tone. Is it not that important?

"what..what is?" said Dahnles in a slurred tone, draped over the sill.

You stupid dragon! Is this honour to Gullyinn? Or to your Patapon Almighty?

"What? No!" This stirred Dahnles, and he leaped nimbly over the stone, then also ran over to Gala. He put his paws on the cold metal chains and nudged her with his snout and gurgled. "What was i supposed to say?"

 Why? whispered Murphy.

"Why what?" quavered the dragon, starting to fear the worst.

Wasn't she acting funny?

"No. She was completely okay."

Why do you think she lagged behind when you went off to battle?

"I dunno."


"RRRR," growled Gala ominously. Her eye half-opened.

OH Gullyinn! squeaked Murphy. and he stepped back. Patapon form, Dahnles!

"But how-"

Dahnles stopped when Murphy gave him a shove. The cat was not a very strong character normally, but the fight-or-flight switch had been turned on so now he had enough power to topple Dahnles.

Again, those leaves shot out of the ground and passed very briefly over the dragon, now in his place was a spread-eagled disgruntled Robopon."Uf."

"Hey there," said someone rather in a rather shy tone. 

Dahnles turned as still as marble.

"Mow," said Murphy, and pawed her forehead. Gala laughed lightly."I guess i'm alright."

By now Dahnles had gotten into a sitting position and was squinting while using his hand to shield his face, as if he was facing the sun." Uh-duh," he said- yeah, very smart.

Murphy mewled like a kitten, and the chains around Gala's sides rustled. She frowned. " I seem to be stuck."

Her confused tone seemed to tell Murphy everything, who broke down. The cat started crying and Gala blinked. "Was it something i said?" 

Dahnles noticed that Gala had this note of confused, delicate sadness that the Gala before had never had before. And she would never say Hey there like that to Dahnles (no matter how much he wanted her to). She would have said something along the lines of, It took you long enough, Stupid Big Hands.

"Are you an imposter?" he asked rather stupidly.

It took some site of Dahnles feeling even more stupid and Gala narrowing her eye until she finally answered," I should know what imposter means."

But Gala knows every single word in the....

Stop this idiocy. Murphy raised his head from his regal position. She is Gala- but why didn't you tell me?

Dahnles was saved from the pain of answering when Gala replied (thankfully looking at the cat) "Tell what now?"

Murphy pressed a paw to his temple. Draco interfectorem, he whispered, impossibly soft.

Both Gala and Dahnles had puzzled looks.

Murphy's shoulders sagged. The dragonslayer cancer? He looked pleadingly at Dahnles, and so did Gala.


Murphy curled his tail around his paws.

Dragonslayer's symptoms are pain,double-vision,and a high BPM, and if not delayed with the proper ingredients is always fatal. Nearing death the victim enters a state of bliss and confusion and soon starts to revert to her normal personality and becomes moody.Then finally they slow down and stop suddenly.

It affects the nervous system, replied the cat. It messes up the messages your brain sends to your other body parts, making them feel pain for no reason,or interpret things incorrectly,or fail. It also damages the part that controls emotions, and when it stops with that it means that the tumour cells have reached the inner bit and stop worrying about everything else.

They were silent.

"So what's this got to do with me?"

Murphy facechained because a facepaw cannot contain the exasperation.

"Well," said Dahnles, breaking his quiet act, "It was nice talking and all but can we save Gala now?"

"I don't need saving."

"Yes you do," he said moodily and folded his arms.

"No i don't."

"Yes you do."

"No i don't."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No i don't."

"Yes you-"

Murphy, who had been watching the two like a tennis match, raised a paw. The two patapons turned to stare at him and he glanced at them uncertainly then paused.

"What?" asked Dahnles.

What? Oh, sorry, he blinked sheepishly. Gala's mind is distracting.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked the aforementioned person.

Stuff and things, said Murphy evasively. We'd better get a move on.

A spark seemed to flash between the feline and his master's guardian, whose eyes misted over."That." she stated simply leaving poor Dahnles out of the conversation which he did not appreciate.

Dahnles, break the chains.

"Oh sure." Smash. "Dahnles, do this." Smash. "Dahnles, do that." Smash. "Dahnles, be my slaveeee." Smash. "Dahnles,-"

"Is it my fault?"

"Oh. Uh. No...."

"You paused."

"I didn't !"

"Your ears are red."

"My ears!?! But they're covered!"

"Your helmet is crooked," remarked Gala in a matter-of-fact way. 

Murphy picked his way through the mound of broken metal shards scattered around- so many that it seemed impossible that there had so many chains. You two bicker like an old ma... He stopped and drew a paw over his ear awkwardly. Stop fighting over little things, we have to get moving.

"We are fighting about each other." observed Gala again.

Do you realise how that sounds? The feline said rather exasperatedly and looked over at Dahnles, who had dropped his arms to his sides, limp.

"His ears are red."

Gala Kamipon, please be quiet.

She obediently became quiet.

After a long bit of standing around (or kneeling in the case of Gala) Murphy began to grope around the broken iron with an air of patient superiority, obviously looking for something. He stopped and looked at the other two who were staring at him as an excuse not to stare at each other and cleared his throat. Gala, may you stand up?

"Can't," she said suddenly.



Murphy looked sympathetic with his feet still buried in chains. Dahnles looked like as if he was going to speak.

Her antennae swiveled back and forth in agitation."Stop staring."

Now that the focus was on nothing, Gala was starting to remember how much pain she was currently was in. Emerald once told her of a time where, because of contaminated water, she could not move or else her heat would race and her hands shake and she would feel like wishing to die to stop the hurt assailing from her stomach. Only when she was completely immersed in reading 'that blessed book' (A Short History of Nearly Everything) then would it all stop.  

Gala was starting to feel like that now and felt herself begin to panic against her own will.

The Almighty's eye twitched.

Dahnles, said Murphy, not noticing the volcano behind him, we got to figure out a way to take Gala from here.

"So why can't i just pick her up?"


I was expecting her to answer....well, you can't because this is her first time visiting the Patapon reality. Because of that she's actually more vulnerable and her identity is warped, causing all these powers and her personality. Believe me, she was not like this before she came here- not all uppity and free. Shy and modest.

So back to the point... she's got too much power under her skin. Gullyinn warned her that if a normal patapon would touch her she would go into hyper mode and she plus the unfortunate person would warp into a demon dimension and not ever get out. Ever. That's why she hasn't hugged you yet.

"So that's why- no wait what was that last bit?"


Dahnles made a sound like a mouse being trodden on.

You cyclopean creatures are so confusing...i can barely tell what you are feeling at any given moment (except for a few rather obvious bits).

"That's all very well and all-"

"ITS MUFFIN TIME!" shrieked Gala windmilling her arms.


Uh, actually, it's 12:30, replied Murphy, understanding her incentives (but still rather, 'what now???')


As the distressed dragon continued the song the two boys stared. "What's this about muffins?"

"It's muffin time," chanted Gala under her breath,her arms drawn in close as if she was cold  -",It's muffin time,it's muffin time....It's.... a little too late for you to come back, 

think it's just a mistake?

 she won't forgive you like that,

if you thought she would let you back in

 you thought wrong..........

but you're just a core, 

you don't understand,

it's muffin time, it's muffin time,it's muffin time...."

Dahnles: ._.

Murphy: ._.

Gala stuck up as if stuck by a pin and hopped off the dais, crossing the length of the room in flying strides. At the end she stopped, dropped, flashed into a cat and curled up.

"Can we please kill the triangle nation?" said Dahnles with a narrowed eye.

You think i don't want to?

"I am serious."

One look at his grim face told Murphy that he was. You can't follow a circle of revenge...these people captured Gala herself.

"Wouldn't you stand by her side?"

Murphy sat in a regal silence, the light coming from the window filtering through his silky fur, making it glow with an angelic gleam settling on the long fragile guard hairs.

  No, i don't want a battle from beginning to end....i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge...  he whispered, and Dahnles looked at the floor with the same expression turning into thoughtfulness.

I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends...

The buhyokko  walked across the room slowly and sat beside Gala,

She mewled and tucked a paw under his arm. In a flash the knight was by their side too.

"I don't want to fight a battle from beginning to end..." he said slowly. "I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge, and i don't want to follow to Death or any of his friends."

"Yes," said the former Elilah, opening her eyes, her pupils two dark oceans." That's not a bad thing to say."

She still sounded so maddeningly different, with that laced a tiny toy boat drifting on an empty sea with a black sky above, the sail drooping, manned by only one entity with one foot on the prow and the other on deck shielding her eyes from a nonexistent sun-all alone, as peaceful as the chained, dying Marumaka the angel dragon, fighting a losing battle for his life in the black dungeons of his executor, and knowing that he cannot win with his life intact.

Just like that,  said Murphy to him, his eyes round and sad. You hit the point.



Like that, for a few moments, it was finis omnium secretorum - the end of all secrets.

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