(Quentin's POV)

“ARE YOU STUPID?!” I asked, shouting at Dakota. He raised his eyebrows. “Look, there have been ROBBERIES! You can't just sit around and do nothing, you're the town's friggen' mayor for crying out loud!”

“Quentin, towns will have robberies. It's not like I could easily just wave a wand and poof, they would stop,” he said calmly.

“No, but you could actually DO something about it!” I told him. “You're going to be impeached doing things like that!” I heard murmurs of agreement from everybody else in the town hall. Encouraged, I straightened the tie on my suit briefly. “If you just sit there being a lazy person all day every day, nobody's going to LISTEN to you!”

Dakota gave me an amused smile, like I was some three year old who had just asked him why the sky was blue-like he knew the answer to that anyways. “I think you'll find that I am doing all my job requires me to do,” he said in the same calm voice.

“What would that be, sitting around getting fat?” I challenged. There were a few sniggers.

Dakota's eyes narrowed. “Look, Quentin. Running a town is much harder than it seems. I am doing my best to keep it in order, and-”

“No you're not,” I told him flatly. “If you were, there wouldn't have been robberies in the first place. Somebody even robbed a jeweler's shop-thankfully the shop owner didn't care, because the thief STILL hasn't been found, and nobody can remember what the item looked like. He said that it made you hear voices when there was nobody around; that it was cursed. But that's not the POINT,” I said, slamming my fist onto the table in front of Dakota, who stopped in the middle of his yawn. “The point is, you haven't been keeping up with your own job.”

“Whatever you may think, Quentin, I am still the mayor of this town, and it is none of your business how I do my job.”

“EXCUSE me?” I asked. “I'm a member of the Town Council and a citizen of this town, and you're telling me that it's none of MY business how the mayor does his job?” More quiet murmurs of agreement from the rest of the council.

Dakota sighed. He acted as if I was stupid. “Quentin, some things are simply... above your level.”

I felt anger rise up inside of me. Above my level? How had this person even gotten into office? Just as I opened my mouth to retaliate, the front doors to the hall burst open.

A boy stepped in, his brown hair a complete mess, obscuring one side of his face completely. “There's an army coming,” was all he said. “You need to get ready.”

Come on, we all got fed up with Dakota before he left the group at some point... heck, you probably still do if you rewatch old videos. Sorry for the short chapta, but this was rushed because I spent most of my time today helping an IRL friend get set up with a Wattpad account of her own. Go check her out! @6ixty4our

SHOUTOUT LAND: GalaxyWolf1821 and Supapenguinz!! The followers are rising! Seriously, thank you guys SO MUCH for following, I didn't think anybody would.

Like I have in my status, I am trying to decide whether or not to write an Enderlox, Skybrine, and WitherMu story. Comment down there what you think, pwetty pwease :)

Also, I want to rename this book because I have encountered quite a lot of others named Team Crafted. Any suggestions?