Quaraun fell silent once again, as Unicorn and ZooLock went back to arguing the differences between Elder Gods and Mother Gods. Quaraun dozed off in his throne and woke up sometime later. Unicorn and ZooLock were still locked in their heated debate, now arguing the pros and cons of various types of brains to serve to various types of demon servants of various types of Elder Gods.

He stood up from his gold plated, pink velvet cushioned throne, stretching a little bit before leaving the chamber. He made sure not to wake the others on the way out. He didn't want to deal with any questions about why he was wandering around during the middle of the night or why it looked like he had just walked out of a bar fight.

Quaraun wandered into the garden behind the tavern, feeling refreshed for the first time since waking up that day. The fresh air and cool breeze felt nice against his skin, and he breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of flowers. It smelled like summer, and he was glad that autumn had finally come.

He sat down at one of the many stone benches scattered throughout the gardens, leaning back and closing his eyes. He allowed himself to relax. His head lolled to the side, resting on one arm. A soft smile formed on his face.

"Master Quaraun?"

Quaraun opened an eye to look towards where he thought he heard the sound of his name, but there was nothing there. There was no one else near him, though. He tilted his head and frowned slightly. Perhaps he'd have to find some of his guards later. Or better yet, he could ask someone.

Before he could decide what to do next, a figure approached the bench. This person seemed taller than he was.

"You," Quaraun said quietly, recognizing the girl from the tavern. The one he had yelled at and zapped with his electric charged wand.

"I don't want to talk to you," the girl whimpered. "You're mean."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was having a bad day. I injured my leg. I only came to your village looking for a place to rest. I was trying to drink away the pain when you interrupted me in the tavern. I was hurting and drunk and I shouldn't have yelled at you. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Are you feeling better now?" The girl asked.

"No. I should be in bed. I'm wounded. I have an infection. My leg is killing me. I'm tired. I'm weak. I'm in pain. And that bastard Mallac won't give me a moment's peace because your village is plagued with murders, which he seems to think I can solve."

"Can you?"

"I don't know. I'm just an Elf. I'm sick. I'm hurt. I'm weak. I'm tired. I just want to lay down and rest. I can't think straight right now, I'm in so much pain."

"You can lay on my bed."

Quaraun said nothing.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have. Why does every female I meet try get me in bed with her?"

"You looked in a mirror lately?"

"I own more mirror's then you're ever gonna see in your lifetime."

"Are you mad at me?"

"You called me a Gypsy."

"Was that wrong?"

"You said it in a derogatory way. You used the word Gypsy as a hate slur."

"But..."

"What do you consider a Gypsy to be?"

"Travellers from the East who lived in Egypt."

Quaraun nodded.

"Are you a Gypsy? I thought..."

"I am," Quaraun interrupted her. "I lived in the desert of the Di'Jinn most of my life. I'm an Elf by blood, by race. My people are not related to Gypsies by blood. But I was raised with them. My father sent me away to live with the Di'Jinn when I was 9 years old. And I lived with them for 75 years. I came to identify the Gypsies and the Di'Jinn as my family. It is their culture, their traditions, their magic that you see me practice. I dress as they do. I act as they do. You were right to identify me as Gypsy. Gwallmaiic here, my Unicorn, he is a Gypsy by blood. He is my partner and my lover. We are soul bound. I should go back inside and check on them, shouldn't I?"

Quaraun got up and went back into the tavern once again. Sitting with Unicorn and ZooLock and listening to them argue about gods and religion.

They kept going until midnight when they started arguing over how to split the difference between different types of demons.

Quaraun sighed.

He knew this argument would go on all night, and probably through tomorrow. He decided to get some sleep before the sun rose. As he laid down, he glanced at the window. His room overlooked a beautiful garden, a small waterfall nearby. In the morning, his window faced south so that the sunrise would hit the east wall.

As he drifted into slumber, he could hear his father's voice, calling for him. He wanted to wake up already, and he needed to finish reading his book. But he didn't want to go outside. Not even to get a glass of water. So he stayed asleep.

The door opened without a knock, and a man stepped into the room. His hair was white. His clothes were black, along with his shoes. His hair was long and white. The man smiled and knelt in front of Quaraun. "My son, my dear. Wake up. Come on, child. Rise. Let us speak. Now."

Quaraun didn't respond. The man reached out and grabbed one of Quaraun's hands gently. Quaraun didn't flinch away from the touch. He slowly opened his eyes to stare up at his Father.

Quaraun screamed and sat up awake.

It was a dream. A nightmare. Nothing terrified Quaraun more than his father. But Morloch was dead. Quaraun's father couldn't hurt him anymore.

Quaraun went back downstairs. Unicorn and ZooLock were still arguing. Quaraun didn't pay attention to what. He was still too sleepy to pay attention.

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"I'm tired," Quaraun said to Unicorn, yawning as he sat down at their table once again.

“Ya could order shrimp,” Unicorn said to Quaraun.

“I don't eat shrimp,” Quaraun complained.

“I is ordering shrimp,” Unicorn said.

“Heaven's no! It would be cannibalism!” ZooLock gasped.

“Yeah, I is no fish like ya two be. And I wants shrimp.”

“I'm not a fish,” Quaraun stated.

“Oh, I sorry. I thought JellyFish were fish seeing how they gots fish in the name.”

“I'm not a fish either,” ZooLock proclaimed while waving several tentacles in the air.

“No?”

“No!”

“Then what is ya?”

"I am a squid."

"Is squid no fish?"

“I am a mollusc.”

“What the difference?”

“We are intelligent.”

“Ah! Then ya will no mind me eating the shrimp.”

“What are you ordering,” the server asked, still waiting for an answer.

“I having shrimp,” Unicorn answered. “They is being pussies.”

“Unicorn,” Quaraun growled.

“I not doing nothing.”

“You're trying to start a fight.”

“Fuck off.”

"I am tired."

Unicorn jumped up and ran screaming around the room. "Arrrgh! Arrgh! Arrgh! Oh god! Fuck me! Damn! Faster! Faster! Oh fucking stick a cock!"

Quaraun sighed.

"Why are Faeries like this?" Quaraun grumbled and took another sip of his tea, finishing it and putting the cup down.

A loud bang could be heard coming from outside, followed by yelling.

"Ouch! What the fuck?"

“What the hell is going on out there?" ZooLock questioned aloud as he stood up to go and see.

Quaraun shrugged and followed ZooLock outside.

When Quaraun entered the courtyard, he could see a woman with blue and pink feathers standing in the centre of the courtyard, holding a wooden staff and a sword. Her back was facing him. She was dressed in a long white dress with a green belt. She turned around once she heard his footsteps approaching. Her blonde hair flowed behind her, revealing her long white neck. Her blue wings stretched high up in the sky. Quaraun recognized her.

"Hello," she greeted.

"Hello."

"Your friend told me you were hurt, Quaraun."

"How did you... never mind. Where is Dromion?"

"She is sleeping. I'm here to take care of you if you need help."

"Thank you."

The woman put her hand on Quaraun's shoulder, leading him inside, and sat him down on the couch in the main hall, beside his friends, the Unicorn and ZooLock.

"QUARAUN!" ZooLock screamed, while shaking the Elf.

"Arrgh!" The Elf screamed as he sat up. "What happened?"

"You fell asleep in your dish."

"Oh." Quaraun looked around blinking. "Where'd the feathered woman go?"

"Feathered woman?"

"Yis having hallucui-toons again," Unicorn said as he sat back down. "Ya needs to lay off the pink sugar cubes."

"Oh."

"Being undead would be fine if people would just stop pointing and screaming every time they saw me," Unicorn said. "Besides, ya're imagining half this."

"Am I?" Quaraun opened his eyes and stared up at the sky.

A woman ran from the kitchen followed by a billow of smoke from the burning popcorn in the microwave.

"FIRE!" she screamed. "Fire in the microwave!"

"Microwave?" Unicorn asked. "What is microwave?"

...

"Wait... microwave?"

Harrier interrupted the boy.

"Microwave," SunTa said, drifting off into a daze.

"Uhm...SunTa," Harrier leaned forward, and tried to get the boy's attention. "This is happening in a tavern in the 1400s."

"Yep."

"Microwaves have not been invented yet."

"Yep."

"So, we're going with a microwave?"

"Yep."

Harrier, sat up and looked around the room. There was a microwave sitting on the counter. A nurse was popping popcorn in it.

"I see."

Harrier sighed.

Talking to SunTa was difficult. His mind rarely stayed on focus. The fact that SunTa spoke in a long dead language and had injuries that make speaking difficult, didn't help.

"Microwave," Harrier muttered as he wrote something in his notes.

SunTa was incredibly unreliable when it came to relating a story. He seemed less reliable today then usual.

"Problem?" Gremlin asked the psychiatrist.

"Maybe," Harrier answered. "He seems to think there was a microwave in the tavern."

Gremlin looked at the microwave on the nurse's counter.

"Hmmm. Maybe there was."

"In the 1400s."

"Why not?"

"Did you take a microwave back in time and change history?"

"Possibly."

"Well, what happened? Why does SunTa think there was a microwave?"

"Dunno."

"Does he remember why or not?"

"Dunno."

"...Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

"...Dunno."

"Okay. What do you want to know?"

"I don't know."

"Well..." Harrier tapped his pencil on his desk. "We'll figure it out. We will figure everything out eventually. It will all work out."

Gremlin yawned.

"It has to."

"Gremlin..." Harrier commanded. "I need you to fix inconsistencies in the past to correct the future.

The old half-Demon shrugged. "So changing microwave oven, and popcorn to... ? To what? Shrimp? Would the women have been stupid enough to try to cook their shrimp dinners in the oven instead of boiling them in a pot?"