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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8. #.7.# Patapon2~Gala {EDITED} (Let's Watch The Shameless Show)

Gala stopped running.

She could barely hear the sound now. She wanted to see what was wrong.Why wasn't she being chased?

Why did she want to be chased?

Because it was fun. Gala hadn't had fun since....4937 years? Or was it 4938?

She turned around, and started searching. She only had to swing her head..eye....head.. whatever,to see two revving grey blurs beside a thick tree.Apparently the patapon had rammed into a tree to stop itself.Gala walked over, her feet sinking in the squashy mud, careful not to let her black sword trail.She paused a few feet away , watching the sawblades with a bemused expression, rocking on her heels.

After standing there for a while, she said," Help. You need it?"

"Uh-huh. Not sure how you can."

Gala tried to remember. What disrupted a Fever? A drumbeat that didn't match.

"Uh..." She felt silly trying to say these new words.

" Pon? How about.. yes. Don,dondon,ponpatachaka." It was just a random string of drumbeats. It worked as well; there was a sound like a car being turned off, and the blades stopped and swung, hanging. Now Gala could see that the 'blades' were not blades, but huge, presumably heavy hands.

"....that wasn't supposed to work."

"Why not?"

"......"

Okay. At least there was a crack in the door. They both just stood there .Gala's sword shortened and shivered, turning back into a relatively harmless pencil.The silence was awkward; Gala was a strong introvert, and didn't talk unless someone spoke first,in normal circumstances. Gala's antennae things swiveled, and folded like a beetle's wings, waving all the time. Maybe she was a moth. A Tineapon. That sounded much cuter than a mut-

"...hi?"

Gala looked at the tree with surprise.

"Um. What are you?"

Gala blinked. "What kind of a question is that?"

"I'm a Patapon."

Shameless."Okay. I'm a mu- Tineapon."

"A Mutinypon? Wow, i would be worried if i had an army of those."

"No! I'm a Tineapon. A moth thingy."

"A moth thingy?" It wasn't a question." You mean.... a moth tingy? Eh-heh-heh..." The right monstrous hand feebly shot her with a finger gun, then slumped back into the dirt.

Gala was not impressed." You have a bad sense of humor."

"Not as bad as yours." It had a snappish edge now.

Gala didn't answer. She looked back towards where they came from. If she could just sneak past and follow the path of upchurned dirt.....

"Hey. I'm sorry....just, I've never really talked with..."

"A girl?"

"Yes."

So i assume you aren't one. Gala was amused.

She started to warm up to this Patapon. The apology didn't hurt, especially when it came from someone who was apparently not used to apologizing."Okay. Accepted, now my turn to ask. Do you like trees so much that you'd stay here forever, learning to talk to a girl?"

"No! I'll just go back."

Now Gala felt alone,even though she was still with fleeting company.

"....I could go and learn how to talk to a girl where i'm supposed to be."

"Really?" said Gala happily.

"......"

"Okay." She brandished her pencil, which elongated back into her sword. It can respond to me! thought Gala with delight. She swung it,playing with it for a while, then drew it back and slashed it at the tree,chopping it cleanly off with a clear ka-shing!.The tree tottered, then keeled over to the left, shaking the earth. The stump was ash-grey, and had blackened lines running through. She rubbed her sword on the stump,colouring it further. The blade is made of lead. It's still a sort of pencil. She cradled it, and she balanced it in her left hand, then looked up.

"Hey.....I'm sure that I've seen you before.." she said, distracted.

The other patapon didn't say anything.Maybe he was staring? She couldn't tell, because of the mask.Gala squinted at him for some time, and then diverted her attention to her tracks.She looked at him again. He hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey. Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!" Nope. Still nothing. Gala decided to try something daring.

She brandished her sword, flicking it then pointing it at him. It nearly touched his mask.Still in the same pose, she cried,"What ho!" but frustratingly, all he did was slowly raise his huge hands in surrender, but otherwise stayed the same. Gala dropped her sword-arm. She looked at him derisively.The other patapon dropped his hands.

"Okay, then i'll just do it alone." She didn't know the way, but she set off. Gala had only taken two steps when he finally said "No! Wait! I'm coming with you!"He fell over the stump,rolling over it and then sliding down to the ground, his helmet askew.

Gala snorted, and then disguised it as a cough.She reached out her hand to help him up,which he looked at,and shifted one of his huge hands.Gala suddenly remembered Gullyinn's warning and drew it back, afraid. She looked at him once, then hurried off, following the trail and feeling embarassed. I could have nearly killed myself and him!

Gala walked along, her shoulders hunched and her pencil dragging. "Hey! Wait up!" Gala paused, and looked back. He was trying to catch up,and his hands were not really letting him.Gala waited until he came up beside her." Sorry," said Gala sincerely before he could say anything.
Now the patapon paused."Look.....i have to go. I don't think...I don't think that it'll be wise if you go on and just...walk into Patapolis without.....another patapon."

Gala blinked.

"See you again?" he managed, sticking his hand out.

"Yes...." Gala look apprehensively at his hand, then turned and fled.

As soon as she was safely in the trees, she looked back. Oh no! why'd i do that? I'm so heartless. She sighed, and picked her way back. Along the way, she must have taken a wrong turn, because she ended up at the edge of the forest. Her antennae finally uncurled, and swiveled towards the 'Patapolis'. She ducked behind a tree, and peeped out.

There was a black stage thing, and two patapons were very occupied doing something....dueling?         A crowd of other others appeared to cheer them on.

Hun-yaaa,hun-ya,hun-ya, hooo-wee! Hun-ya, hun-ya...

Gala shuffled over to the right to see better. Cool! Is that a Tree of Life- i mean, is that THE Tree of Life?  Her gaze shifted over to the obelisk.

Hey.....why are those patapons-i mean i think they're patapons they are so different how is that even possible- going behind and disappearing? I wanna come too. But how? I can't  be seen.

Gala swiftly ran over to Mater , dodging behind the other trees, and sat there, feeling desperate.She hugged her knees disappointingly.

Oh, Gala...I wish you could hear me.

Cloudy! She has to be here as well, if she communicated like this with me. Yes!

I CAN hear you, you big dumbo! Where are you? she shouted in her head. No response;now Gala really did feel very alone.Something softly landed on her knee, and Gala looked at it. It was a moth, unusually leafy brown, perching there, waving its feelers in the still night air. It may have been sucked in the portal as well.

You're just like me, thought Gala sadly.  We don't belong here, and one wrong move and everyone will know.... You know, I wish I could turn into a moth. A nice, big, atl-

That's it!

Gala could turn into anything she wanted; she just had to find out how.

No. Not a moth..Maybe a cat, i've always loved cats, and they always liked me. Addressing the moth, she swiftly glanced around and whispered, "Thank you." The moth dipped it's head in response,curling it's antennae and flitted away, spiraling upwards through the night. Gala watched it go, and released her knees.Now, for turning into a cat....

She suddenly started. Voices were coming around, and getting louder. Oh dear! This is the time, Gala. Just focus...and concentrate...and CHANGE!

Huge, bristly light green leaves erupted from the ground and wrapped Gala as securely as a flower bud. She couldn't move;Gala sat there like a statue for what felt like 15 minutes. Her panic grew; what if they come and see...this?Let me go! But the leaves wouldn't.

Finally, after too long, The leaves swiveled back to where they came from. All of a sudden Gala appeared to have too many limbs, and everything's colours were most yellow,brown and blue.What?She looked around, lost, and froze when two civilian patapons-one a pyopyo and the other normal- came around the corner, yakking their heads off." Did you hear where they had to go now:to the Karmen Ice Fortress? That's just- Hey!" They both paused, then squealed like little girls with delight.

"Look! A kitty!"

"Ooooooooh!"

Kitty?Gala flicked her tail but did not respond further. Wait...tail? 

It must have worked!

She mewled,protesting, as the pyopyo picked her up. The other one rubbed her head; even in a hurry, she had to admit that that didn't feel so bad."We should keep her," said the normal one, scratching her back.Gala purred, but she panicked. I have somewhere to go! "Nah," answered the pyopyo,looking down at Gala the cat fondly. "She got to belong to someone; you don't find purebred tuxedo cats walking around with scarves around their necks and weirdly coloured tails."

"It got to be dyed, you don't get that pencil look naturally," hummed his companion. "you're right.""Go on, little kitty," whispered the pyopyo, setting Gala on the ground gently."Best of luck!" Gala looked back at them sadly one more time, then reluctantly padded away and around the stage.

Now she didn't have to be so careful, so she held her head high with ease. She was still thinking about the two patapons. Maybe i'll see them again. Hopefully. They aren't bad patapons.

When she reached the obelisk, she sat tightly, waiting for it to do...something. When it didn't respond, Gala, easily frustrated, hissed and placed her paws on it.Mala tho sai!(Open,will you!)* When THAT didn't work, she hissed once more and sat down. In the game i had to pick a mission with a name...maybe i  have to do it now verbally?

Uh...The mission you just opened for?

The obelisk did nothing.

What was it? What was it? They said.. yes! Karmen Ice Fortress!Or was it the Ice Fortress? Or the....never mind.

The obelisk did something.

The back rippled smoothly, and Gala picked up her tail, pleased. She paused right before entering, then hummed, "Who'd a thought it?" but it sounded more like "Mrowra threww?"

She crouched, as if she had spotted a mouse, and pounced swiftly into the watery portal.

~~~

* The language that Gala just spoke is a real-but rare- one. I happen to be quite fluent. It's spoken in Asia.

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