The festival came with shining lights. Whitley had told Blake the exact time that she wanted to meet him. She noticed the slight suspicion from him. Nonetheless, he nodded in response before going back to the work he had to do. She kept an eye on him until she had to go get ready. He talked to his "father" at least once while she was there. They looked like they were working on a plan. She gulped as she disappeared to get ready.

!~!~!~!

Blake gulped as Whitley disappeared. He turned to his dad.

"She's going to be worried."

"Then show up on time. Or be early."

"Not what I mean."

"I know."

He looked at Blake with a stern look. He nodded to the street. Blake gazed over and growled a bit. Black was walking through the street. They were working on the biggest shop in the market. They watched the powerful dragon attempt to talk to the townsfolk and get their trust. He must've felt their gaze as he went over to the shop. Blake's gaze returned to his project. The shop owner had allowed them to get ready for their plan for tonight. He went over and started talking to the owner about the duo. He struggled immensely. The duo were able to finish their project and their work. The owner paid them and they went to the last place of the day.

!~!~!~! (Don't panic)

Blake followed the duo as they walked into a small shop. It was the only shop that Black could hold a conversation in. It had a lot of English speaking people in there. But the main language was still German. The duo went in with it. But Black knew that they knew English.

"Ah! Fedorov! Willkommen in! Wir haben mehrere Jobs für euch beide. Wir haben auch die Dinge, die Sie brauchen."

"Danke John. Wir werden die Jobs bis fünf annehmen, Deal?"

"Deal!" The two men shook hands and the duo quickly got to work. Black went to the guy at the desk. "Hey man. What's up?" The two shook hands as Black watched the duo work. They performed two jobs at once. It was hard to get a picture of the one job. The other was some blankets for the incoming crowd.

"Nothing much. You don't mind giving me some... certain information, right?" The man followed his gaze and sighed.

"They won't give me too many details. What's it you want?"

"What's their story? How'd they get into the hole that they're in now?"

"Ha. That one's easy. Father and son. Strongest in the lower class. I'm surprised that they're down at their current level. Cause their power and possible income that they've been working towards. They've never given a reason for their work or their hiding. That's a question for them."

"Ok... what about the jobs that they're doing back there?"

"Um... some kind of personal one and a couple of blanket making."

"Personal? Details or..."

"Nein. They kept it quiet. But from what I can tell, it's something big." Black nodded as the boy came out.

"Sir, wir haben alle Decken fertig bekommen. Gibt es noch andere Arbeiten, die wir bis fünf machen können?"

Black paused as the owner pulled out some papers. The boy knew English, but preferred to speak in German. He almost asked when the man started talking.

"Ja. Ich konnte für die nächsten Wochen genug Stoff und Faden für die Jacken und andere Kleidung bekommen. Wenn Sie diese starten möchten, gehören sie Ihnen." The boy nodded before he went back. Black noticed a small glare that was sent at him as the boy disappeared.

"He knows English, but he speaks more German. Why?" The man laughed as he put the papers back.

"That family is truly one of a kind. They know more languages between the duo. That kid can have a conversation with just about anyone. The dad is better with seeing different languages. The two of them got the world just in that category. There's more than that. But that's as far as they'll go into their family. You can get more if you pull the right strings. But..." The man frowned. "That's a mystery in itself." Black paused.

"Why do they speak German if they know English?"

"Probably because the whole town speaks German. I've seen them pull other languages. French speakers came in one time. They handle it with no problem. I'm curious about it too before you ask. They won't say anything about anything." Black hummed as he listened to the conversation.

"6, right?"

"That's the plan."

"We start at 6:10, right?"

"Yep."

"I do setup between 5 and 5:50. You go home and get there at about 5:45. Then when the time comes, we throw the plan down. Did I miss anything?"

"None that has to be said here."

"I'm going to get a lecture later..."

"Darn right you are."

The dad laughed nervously as they got back to work. Black heard the boy whisper to the dad:

"And I'm going to be sure that I put my words on the line."

!~!~!~! (Couple hours later)

Blake looked around as he went over to his dad. They were standing on top of one of the few buildings that stared down at the festival.

"Looks great, dad." His dad smiled.

"All that work paid off." He looked at Blake. "So what did I miss?"

"You can't miss."

"I won't. That's not what I'm worried about." Blake chuckled.

"You're worried about if I fail?"

"I'm worried that you'll break down."

"Dad, you've taught me enough that I should be good. Just promise me that you'll do the same." His dad studied him for a moment. He sighed.

"Alright... just remember what I said."

"Yeah." Blake looked down at the festival. People were starting to show up.

"Blake." He turned to his dad. A smile crossed his face as he grabbed his son's shoulders. "Turn the stage." A smile washed over Blake's face.

"I'm going to win at that." He slid down to meet up with Whitley. His father smiled as he quickly got into position.

!~!~!~!

Whitley and her father walked into the festival. She looked around. Blake wasn't in sight.

"Well well well. gnädige Frau Whitley." She turned to see Black.

"I'm waiting for someone. Find your own date."

"Who are you waiting for?" She opened her mouth to answer when a voice of pure familiarness appeared.

"Entschuldigen Sie." She smiled as Blake came through the crowd. Black hesitated.

"Look at you." Blake smiled. "I'm impressed."

"Look who's talking, gnädige Frau Whitley." Black hissed.

"Picking the lower class, eh?" She shot a glare at him.

"You're one to talk. Your family is lower than mine. Find a new partner." Black's laugh came quite darkly. Blake stood between the two rivals.

"Whitley, this will be a continuous battle, won't it?" A group of men surrounded the four. Her father hissed.

"Only the Zundas would do this." The small dragon smiled before glaring at Blake.

"What are you going to do, peasant? A one-on-one was easy, but this is more than that." A laugh escaped Blake.

"You're forgetting one fact, Oberfeldwebel Black. And that's what'll be your downfall. Pull your men back or get the true power of a Fedorov." The dragon laughed as the men advanced.

"Come and make me. I'm ten times stronger than you." Blake snorted before glancing at Whitley.

"Would you two kindly step back, gnädige Frau Whitley? This might get messy." She nodded as she and her father stepped back. Blake raised his hand as he glared at Black.

"Verpiss dich, Zunda."

Water raced around his hand as he casted. Where did the water come from? We'll get there.

"REGENTAUBE! VETERANISCHER KRIEG!"

The water quickly slammed into the other men, eliminating them from the field. Black froze as a bubble appeared in Blake's hand. Obviously he heard something that made him regret his choices. He gulped.

"Fine. I'll leave you at your peace. But I will triumph." He stormed off after his words. Blake huffed before making the bubble disappear. He went over and smiled.

"Are you two ok, gnädige Frau Whitley? Großmeister Alpin?" Her father smiled at her.

"You are very powerful for a lower class. What's your name, kid?" Blake bowed.

"Blake Fedorov, sir."

"Fedorov? I have heard that name in a while. Where's your family?"

"My father is a little busy at work, sir."

"That's it?"

"Yes sir."

"Hm..."

He studied Blake for a moment. Whitley lightly prayed that he would get in. Her heart felt the one thing she needed that her father couldn't get. She couldn't find it in anyone else. But when she saw Blake on the ground after bumping into her, she felt the surge she had longed for. He had shown so much in just a couple of days. She had to get this. Black didn't have the same surge that Blake had given her. Her dad finally laughed.

"Well Whitley... I believe you have a date to attend to." He pushed her into Blake. A squeak escaped her as she bumped into her. He caught her with no trouble, unlike last time. "Enjoy yourselves." The two smiled before heading into the festival. They met White in the crowd.

"Why, isn't that the lovely single White!" They two girls giggled.

"Does Whitley have a date?" Whitley giggled nervously.

"White, this is Blake Fedorov." He bowed.

"It's good to see you this evening, Frau Dame die Erste White." White smiled while Whitley paused in shock.

"So you're the one that knows I'm not the royal family, eh? Your tone and style says it all. So you got a good one, huh, Whitley?" The small wind user blushed.

"You should get your own." White laughed.

"It takes time to find the perfect mate, dear. You of all people should know that. I'll go torture Black about his dateless night." The other two giggled as the young high class went over to the small dragon that was sulking in silence.

"Now how much you wanna bet that that's a date?" The duo giggled as they continued through the crowd. Blake's eyes drifted up to meet his father's. A gleam twinkled in them as he saluted his son and went to check something. He smiled as he whispered quietly so that Whitley couldn't hear it.

"Danke Vater. Ihre Führung und Ihr Herz haben es wirklich möglich gemacht, unser Ziel zu erreichen. Jetzt sind wir hier. Wie die Regentaube sagt: "Wir werden uns mit dem Schicksal vereinen, das Licht in unser Leben gebracht hat." Bis später, Vater."

Whitley leaned against his arm as they walked through the festival. He smiled as he looked into the starry night. He smiled at the peace as the night went on.