It was hardly five minutes after Samantha was sucked up into the air, when a massive, mean-looking gray and dark blue dragon dove ffrom the clouds, roaring and snarling savagely. The humans shouted in surprise and dropped to the ground just as the dragon passed by feet above them, creating a roaring wind in his wake that rocked the cars on their wheels.

"Come on, I think that has something to do with Samantha!" Myers yelled as he jumped into his car with Mike.

Fred shoved the monitor into the back seat and got into the driver's seat of his Camero as Diana took her spot in the passenger's seat and Silly sat in the back, strapping the monitor down as the two cars took off after the dragon. The cars followed the dragon back to town where he landed on top of the local school, whose pupils had long sense been dismissed to summer vacation. Half-opening his wings, the dragon streatched his long, thick neck out and roared to the sky. Obeying, a large wind sprouted up around the town, spinning as it came towards the dragon. The cars stopped in front of the school in its parking lot and their passengers got out, staring up at the dragon. Something nudged Fred's foot and he looked down.

It was Bubu, or the body of her, at least. Her glow was gone and her wings were ragged, rotting from her very back. Her dark blue hair was falling off of her tiny, soft skull in clumps and sickly blotches of red were appearing against her pale, blue-tinted skin. Her breathing was loud and ragged and she was laying on her back on the ground, her arms and legs broken from a fall when her wings had finally given out from her. She stared up at Fred with glazed, pale eyes, and Fred remembered something...

"Cross my heart and hope to die if I lie," she had said when she was making the deal to help the goblin foxes.

"A magic person always lives up to their word," Airmuscle had said while fulfilling his promice.

Fred realized what had happened even as Bubu breathed her last and went limp. For a magic person to break their promice was punishable by death.

"What's he doing?" Silly yelled above the wind.

"I dunno," Myers replied, "But I think it's time we beat it."

Suddenly, the dragon flapped his wings and shot off into the sky, taking all the winds with him and leaving a huge hole in the clouds as he passed them.

"Good idea," Fred muttered. Suddenly, in the dead silence following the dragon's departure, his cell phone began ringing.

"What the heck...?" he muttered as he pulled the red phone out of his pocket and everybody turned to stare at him curieously.

"Hiya, Fred?" a familar voice called, "It's Jak and the other fox goblins-we're seeing this thing on the TV about Samantha Rebber and we figured that we should reming you about the War-"

"Remind us? War?" Fred asked, drawing everybody's attention like flies to rotting food, "What war, Jak?"

"You don't know?" Jak asked cluelessly, "I thought Bubu told you!"

"Actually, Bubu betrayed us and died," Fred said, pointing to Bubu's body as a refrence for the other humans, "Sorry about that, but she never told us anything about a war."

There was a sad moment as the fox goblins found out about Bubu's death, then Jak continued, sighing sadly, "Well, that was Bubu, poor girl. But this is the War we have to tell you about; the very day the last of the magic creatures went to sleep for the Slumber spell, it was discovered that Airmuscle's son, Northern Gale, was killed by a human who preserved Northern Gale's powers in some form or another for later generations. Right before Airmuscle was forced to go to sleep, he vowed to take revenge for his father's death. It's been predicted that once the magic creatures woke up, Airmuscle was going to use a human to go berserk on the human race for revengeand he and the other wind elementals are going to destroy the human race and dominate over all others!"

"So he's going to take over the world in retaliation for his son's death!?" Fred exclaimed.

"That's it in a nut shell," Jak agreed.

"Oh shit..." Fred muttered, rubbing his face.

"Right, he's already got the human and is on a rampage, isn't he?" Jak asked cheerfully. "Right, I reccomend you go find a hole to hide in."

"I know a place," Fred said, "Thanks for giving us a heads up about this now."

"I sense sarcasam in that."

"I was just told by a fake 'Japanese' goblin fox that somehow knows how to use a phone a little too late that the same wind elemental we just gave up to wants to destroy the world."

"Hey, just becauseI learned English with a Japanese student secretly and read a manuel, that doesn't make me fake!"

"I know," Fred muttered, "Sorry. Do you have any idea how we can stop Airmuscle?"

"Unless you can somehow destroy his physical manefesation-nope, not a clue."

"Wait, you mean, destroy his body?"

"That's what I just said!"

"Alright, I got an idea, thanks, Jak."

Fred hung up and told the others what Jak had said.

"Oh crap, what are wegoing to do?" Mike groaned.

"We can go back to Sam's place," Fred said, "Airmuscle and the other wind elementals are still bound by their word not to harm that place, or they'll die just like Bubu did for breaking their promice."

"So are we going to get him to attack the home?" Silly asked.

"Only if we have a way and reason to attract his attention..." Fred muttered.

- - - - - - -

Thirty minutes later, they arrived back at Samantha's family home in time to see Samantha float out of the sky and land saftly on the lawn.

"What the-!?" Fred exclaimed as the cars pulled up.

"I'm of no use to them now that they have my grandfather," she explained, "What's happening?"

After telling her all that they had learned inside the house, she leaned back against the couch, sense they had gathered in the living room, and rubbed her face.

"Great," she groaned, "Now what are we going to do?"

"Um, guys?" Silly said.

Everybody turned to her and saw that she had the book she had been reading before open.

"There's a spell here that just might help..." she said.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

The fire man in Hawaii was in his apartment with the shiney red stone, alone at night, having a beer while sitting at his kitchen table. His name was Johnathen Meager, and despite being a handsom, nice guy, with short black hair, dark brown eyes, and a nice tan from his days as a life gaurd, he didn't have a girl freind because he knew no girl would live with a gambler like him. He gambled all the time and thus, had a small, poorly furnished apartment. The stone, though he assumed it to be a ruby the size of a pack of gum, would probably fetch for a nice price somewhere, at least nice enough a price for him to get a good roll at poker...

Suddenly, the phone rang and he set his beer bottle and the stone down to get up and get the phone.

"Yeah, John here," he said.

"John, it's Bob, your Fire Chief, is everything okay?" said the voice on the other end.

"Yeah, it's fine, why?"

"Well, after today with that-that lavathing I thought you'd be a little freaked."

"Well, don't worry about it, I'm fine," Johnathen promiced, "Hair's not falling out, no fatigue, no dizzyness... No super strength and crawling up the walls..."

"Heh heh, well, nice to hear. Just wanted to check up on ya. Good night, John."

" Night, Boss."

Hanging up, Johnathen turned back to the table and sat down, moving the red stone about in his hands more.

Then it started glowing.

Johnathen gasped, dropping the stone and standing up, pressing his back against the wall as the red glow filled the room...