Alexander, 

That's fine, and we can reach an agreenment. I honestly don't know what I am anymore, but hopefully we can find someone who can restore my full memory.  

You met FAFA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shadow's not here. 

All of a sudden, I hear cluttering at one of the windows as she soars through and crashes amongst dishes and a table.

She stands up and brushes herself off and looks at us guiltily.

"Heh, I just took a walk in the park."

"Bad idea," Icy snaps. "The scions are extending to Sienna's house now. We need to stay inside. You can't just leave any time you want!" 

"Yes," Sienna says. "But she is safe in this part of town. Octavia is only occupying us, not killing or capturing us."

"But it's still dangerous!" Icy exclaims.

"I'm sure Shadow can handle herself!" Sienna says, flustered.

While they argue, I motion for Shadow to follow me. We walk to my room and I close the door. I flump on my bed, sitting up while Shadow takes a seat beside me.

"What did you get?" I ask, my eyes lighting up.

Shadow gulps. "What do you mean?"

"I saw you in pass us," I reply. "I just didn't say anything, because I didn't want to get you into trouble. If I was in your position, I would want to take a walk and stretch my legs," I say, then looking to her back. "Or wings, too!"

She laughs lightly. "Well, I'm glad you get it then." She then pulls out a beautiful bow and arrow from her sack. "Look at this."

She gently places the bow and arrow on the bed, and she draws back so I can see it. It looks amazing. I look at the writing carved onto the bow.

"So," I say, looking down at the bow. "Looks as though it was made by the people of the forest kingdom of Foredion. It says here that 'whoever holds this bow will find good use of it in times of war and peace. But once you use it in one war, the bow won't be the same again.' Huh," I say. I look up at Shadow. "I can help you to train with the bow and arrow, since I had training on all weapons in Catastrophe's army, if," I say, pausing, "you help me with something else."  

"Thanks, and what do you want me to help you with?" she asks.

"Controlling my shape-shifting," I respond. "If I even think that much about an animal, I'll turn into one. That can be a weakness, so I need to learn how to control and only shape-shift when i want to or I need to."

Shadow nods, smiling. "You've got yourself a deal." 

Commence the invasion. Elliot is already losing. Send wave two.

I groan and walk off with Icy. 

"Where is it?" I sigh.

Icy looks around. "This way," she says, motioning to follow her.

We turn down a few alleys, when we hear voices coming straight for us.

Icy looks at me in shock. She mouths, What are we going to do? 

The voices come closer. "Uh, umm...." I stutter. "Oh!"

I quickly think, Dog. Dog. I'm a dog.

I feel my body morph and touch the ground. Icy takes off her scarf and ties one end to my neck, holding the other. Icy does something weird with her hair, so it chanegs colors. The voices finally reach us. They are a couple of people from Catastophe's army. 

"What are you doing in the streets?" one of them asks gruffly. "You're supposed to be inside."

I do what would make me seem real, and I bark. I bark more, like a loyal dog to it's master, trying to protect her. Icy goes along with it, and appears to be trying to hold me back. I stop barking. 

"I-I," Icy stutters in a higher voice. "My dog," she says, looking down at me. "Was getting restless in the house, and I didn't want her wrecking things."

"What's your name, pipsqueak?" another person asks rudly. 

"Anwen," she automatically replies. "And this is my dog, Leva."

A pang of sadness and anger rushes through me like a fire and then calms down. 

"Anwen," the person mutters. He stands up straight and looks at her. "Haven't heard of you."

"I haven't heard of you," she replies cooly. "You're not a citizen of Aslahari. I am. Now, all I want to do is walk my dog. No trouble. So please, just let me through."

The people look at each other. The man looks at Icy. He shrugs. "Okay. But get back to your house soon."

She nods and walks briskly off. Once we are out of their sight and in another alley, she looks back and then crouches down to look at me.

"Maybe we should keep things this way," she tells me.

I nod. "That would work. Any specific dog you want me to be?" 

She smiles. "Um, let's see.... could you be a wolf mix breed?"

I think about it and feel myself grow a little taller, and more muscular. "Is this good?"

She laughs lightly. "Yes."

We continue along, and we go through a few more places and alleys. We finally arrive.

"Where is it?" I ask.

"I-I don't know," Icy replies. "Let's look around."

And we begin our search.