<font color = #2E8AF1>"Dark! Hal! Where ARE you?!"</font> Damn this was frustrating. The young pendragon stamped her paw angrily; they said they’d meet her here! Where were they? She looked down at the path again; dusty and wide, surrounded by the most green and brilliantly lush, tropical foliage she had ever set eyes upon. Vines dangled down over the path, and there were exotic noises in the humid distances of the jungle. This was definitely where she was supposed to meet them… wasn’t it? She let out another frustrated yell, then sat down swiftly on a fallen trunk, grumpily burying her face in her paws. She had been here for three hours now as the evening droned on, waiting for them, with nothing but Tyojka for company. She looked up then gazed down at the little baby feydragon that was curled by her ankles. She stroked his soft back with her hand, a sad smile on her face, and he nuzzled her blissfully then went back to sleep. It was not that she didn’t love Tyojka, but he couldn’t speak. Leuka gazed ahead of her again. She was in her bipedal form for the first time in days, dressed in short jeans and a baggy white vest, her long white hair tied back behind her head. She sighed gloomily, suddenly feeling rather tearful. The adventures of the alchemists – Leuka, Dark, Halicarnassus and Tyojka – were the best things ever to happen to her. And now she was here in the jungle. Lost.
<span style='color:gray'>My, my... This jungle is vast...</span> The youth thought as he walked, step by step, through the thick jungle. The sounds of the evening jungle were beautiful. He would have to write a song about these sounds when he get out of here. But first thing's first. He came here for a reason. He had received a note from someone anonymus saying the clue in Vivuli that would lead him to his parents. It didn't make much sense. Where they in danger? Are they held hostage? If so, why? Not in a million Ramath years would Khuta figure out why anyone would kidnap two old innocent couples. And then there the question on how the person knew him. <span style='color:gray'>This is crazy...</span> he suddenly thought. It could be a trap. Could be a prank. The odds of academy students pulling pranks are high, right? Still, Khuta searched. Part of him hoping that this was no joke and part of him hoping that this was. For he had spent half his day here already but he didn't want his parents to be in danger. He crushed the vines under his feet. Already, insects and plants were sticking to his dark baggy pants and his newly bought cotton shirt. The mosquitoes that were stalking him were driving him crazy. Then, a voice. It sounded familiar. He followed the sound where the yell came from. And there, sitting on a fallen tree was, <span style='color:gray'>Leuka?</span>
