"Who the fuck set you free? They do know you were a fucking terrorizer right?!"NewAge: SHE WAS VERY MUCH, A PSYCHO AMONGST PSYCHOS. WE STRUCK OIL.'I need to hex her soon enough. This could come back to bite me in the ass. And I do not want that.'Gogo smirked at loco. "Hey old friend. I kind of need that fruit that you have. Hand it over, or I'll eat your bones. I've done it before. Remember, Gretchen."Loco flinched. "I want Feldman. I'll give you the fruit in exchange for him.""No thank you. He's my new interest. Give me the fruit, or I will eat your bones.""That's not how it works, Gogo. It's either you win it, or you trade me something for it.""Fight me for it."Both of them turned their heads to face Corey. He stepped forward, dropping Gogo's bags in her hands. Corey unsheathed Luke and the sword released a battle cry. The armor appeared in no time. "If you win, I'll come willingly. If you lose, I will kill you and take the fruit."Seeing this as an easy win, Loco accepted

The girls and Corey strapped on their backpacks. They waited for Eleanora bring Greta out to the main deck, which was big enough to hold the dragon. It took them a day to get to the hualaelae jungle. The name kept sounding more ridiculous each time it was pronounced. Corey really wanted to know who came up with these names, and how people could say it with a straight face. Like Misha, she could say it without snickering or sounding like she was about to explode if she didn't laugh soon. Gogo was the exact opposite. She still couldn't get it right, without laughing the lights out of herself. She fallen down once, clutching her stomach and almost swelling from how hard she laughed. Eleanora stood in front of Greta, who was nuzzling Corey's palm. She hadn't seen him in a while, and Corey could see that he was missed by the dragon so he gave her his attention. "I need to get a ladder. I don't trust any of you to actually know anything about great Danes. Especially how to mount one.""

Not prepared to fight her was an understatement. Corey wasn't even close. He had a powerful sword but her skills were clearly better than his. Although he stuck to NewAge's advice to not move out of the straight line, Corey's curiosity skittered as he continued to stare at the sparkling object. He wondered, what could it be? If he were to throw caution to the wind, he would go and search for it. Instead Corey tried to think of things that could distract him from that object. The rain was instant on making Corey suffer, so he couldn't focus on that. With its gloomy dark clouds, and the prickle do cold water almost heavy with the rage of the storm. He sought to think about his quest. When would they be able to finish it. To get all seventy fruits, meet Iriel, and move on to something new. Something that could be less risky for his life. Though had to thank Lectus in a way. If it wasn't for his death of a quest, Corey wouldn't have explored the places he'd been too. He'd uncovered so

"Does anyone know a therapist??""This is not the time for that. Mikayla, go into his mind now."Mikayla struggled to breathe. They were asking the impossible of her. It was easy to do magic like that and get lost. Not find your way back. She could be trapped in Corey's mind forever. She didn't even understand why Corey was this way. He had suddenly shut off while laying on Borba. He blinked once, and then darkness covered his eyes. Pamela noticed it first. They freaked out, and have been trying to shake him awake since.Mikayla rubbed her hands together, the women were urging her to go into Corey's mind and get his attention. She placed both of her hands to the side of his head and begun to murmur a spell. "Keep an eye on my body. Even I twitch even once, slap me and I'll wake up." She warned as quickly as she could before she passed out.Corey was awake through all of this. He guessed that he would soon be seeing or hearing Mikayla. His eyes fluttered shut, he was too afraid to p

"Corey, are you sure?" Pamela asked, skeptical as Corey pulled her shirt over her shoulders. "Yes, I'm sure." He replied. She could swear on her soul that something had either snapped inside of Corey, or he had always been like this and she was now just seeing it. Corey's fingers touched her skin, little bits of hear sparked.The scene before her was intimate, she allowed him to undress her down to her garments. She watched him through the mirror placed on the wall. As the boat rocked on the sea. Mikayla had dropped it from the sky moments ago, before Pamela nerved herself up to go and speak to any of the women about Corey's change. She could still trust Eleanora but she was starting to see her place. After all, she had rejected Corey. She wanted to take that back. He was still nice to her. In her moment, sniffling and feeling inferior, she thought about why he would tell them that many would die. Then a little voice, as if taking Corey's side, reminded her of how nice he was to s