Oak

Dragonfly was released the afternoon after he woke up. I wasn't there, though. I was wandering about the kingdom, pondering the guy's motives. I just didn't get him. Why was he sparing everyone? He doesn't have any reason to. And yet, once I had a reason, Leaf happened. That little psychopath....

That's not very nice. Hey, you really should take that trident and kill everyone in the square.

"Shut up!" I shouted. People in the plaza turned to stare.

Whoops~!

I sighed and clutched my arms to my chest. "It's nothing." I said to appease the nervous crowd. It seemed to work, as the crowd slowly dispersed. I turned right down one street, left down another. I had been looking down at the ground when suddenly I ran into someone.

"Hey, watch where you're goin'!" I heard my newest problem exclaim.

"Sorry, man. I just--"

"You'd better watch yourself!"

     "I don't want any trouble..." I raised my hands in surrender.

     "Yeah, of course you don't, but you got it anyway!" The young man punched me to the ground. I got up and used my trident to deal with the pesky idiot.

     You burn with passion, don't you, Oakey~? Ya know, if you gave me your body, I could incinerate this guy.

     Not interested.

     Awww, you're no fun!

     Could you please shut up? I'm trying to concentrate.

     Hey, it's your funeral. Hehehe~.

     I had been so concentrated on Leaf's shenanigans, I hadn't been able to block this guy's attacks. Blood dripped from all over my body. With one attack, I drove the guy into the dirt. However, I had sustained heavy damage and almost collapsed. I would've, were it not for them.

     "Oh my..." A female voice sounded behind me and supported my aching body. "Brontë, Hope, over here!"

"Woah...!" A young girl gasped.

"Woah is right! I thought you were just hearing crazy ninja stuff again!" A deep, brawny voice bounced off the walls of the alley. "Hmm. Nice job beating this guy up, punk. We've been chasin' him all day!" A huge hand pressed into my skull and shook my hair. I whimpered like a girl.

Wow. You really sound pathetic.

And whose fault is that?

...sorry. Hey, I heard women make a cool popping sound when you mutilate them with a trident. Wanna find out?

Couldn't if I wanted to. We're really banged up, remember?

Oh yeah. Darn.

"Let us bring them both back to the station. We can heal this one." The calm voice said. I groaned again in pain as the woman shifted her weight.

"Sure thing, Serena! Maybe you wanna carry the criminal, though. You're super fast, so if you get there before he escapes..."

"Gotcha, Brontë." I was handed as gently as possible to the brawny woman. I guess her name is Brontë. "Hope, make your way back to the station."

"Yes, ma'am!" In spite of my many injuries, I smiled at Hope's enthusiasm.

I sat in a police station healing. I learned that these three young ladies were a detective agency known as the Amazons.

I wonder if they have a website. Leaf spoke again.

Shush!

I was just about to get up and go home when a familiar face caught my eye. Songbird had come here. She usually doesn't leave her home. I walked around the corner.

"Hello, yes, I'd like to report a missing child... Oak! What are you doing here?"

"I got caught up in a little fight and they let me rest here." I turned my eyes to the ground to avoid her aloof stare.

"Oh, I see."

"He helped us catch a bad guy...! Mama! You're here!" Hope crashed into Songbird's apron.

"My child, what are you doing in a place like this? You could get hurt!"

"Hope?" Brontë appeared, grinning. "Never! The little punk's been part of all kinds of street fights, but never took a single hit! It's not like she was a coward or nothin' either! She jumped right in!" Brontë is a big-boned, German blonde, with blue eyes and a red jumpsuit. She punched a hole in the wall with an exaggerated shout.

"And she wonders why we have so many bills..." Serena muttered. She's tiny. Almost Indian in appearance with a dark blue jumpsuit.

"Hey, lady. What's your name?" Brontë asked.

"I'm Songbird. Hope? Silly child, if you knew your name all along, I wouldn't have to call you Dolphin!" She scooped the girl into her arms. "Thank you for looking after my daughter!"

"Hey, it's no problem. But... How do genetics work here? You two don't look alike at all!"

"Err... She looks a little like my husband." She said, probably not wanting to talk about the fact that the girl's adopted. She never had a daughter before.

"I'm calling BS!! Where is this husband of yours? We're gonna compare!"

"He's...dead."

"Oh my..." Serena sighed.

"Pfft! Marriage is for wienies! No wonder your husband's six feet under!" Songbird took a dismissive step back under Brontë's hurtful words. I stepped up.

"Listen up, bi...lady! That was really mean!" I said.

You wanted to call her a bitch!

I did, but Hope's right there. So I won't.

"Brontë, how about you go take inventory of our newest resident. I'll handle the rest."

"What?! No way!! I..." She met Serena's cold glance. "I'm gonna go feed all of 'em!"

We were silent. "My condolences..." Serena said. "I hope this will not deter you from bringing your daughter back here. Brontë enjoys playing with her. And...Hope really is quite impressive."

"Don't worry, it's easy to see she enjoys herself here. I'll have no trouble bringing her back. Just...try not to hurt her, okay?"

"Here, I'll walk you home." I stepped up and looped my arm through Songbird's. I will not fail with this one, Songbird. You can count on that promise.

It's cute how you think you have control over that anymore.

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This may be a bit shorter since it's ten at night. So what do you guys think lol?