I unsheathed my dagger, which, in the shadow of the dragon, looked like a butter knife. I sighed. How am I going to kill this thing?

Drake and Ebony looked at each other, both understanding their unspoken words. Ebony turned towards me.

"C'mon. We've got a plan." I nodded, and followed him away from the dragon. I heard Drake charge the beast head on, and I wanted to turn back, but Ebony just shook his head. I sighed, and blew one of my blonde locks away from my face.

We had reached an old, gnarled tree. Ebony stopped by the base of the tree, and began tying some ancient vines together.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wanting to be of service.

"You'll see," Ebony whispered vaguely. I sat down by the base of the tree in a fit. Why does no one ever tell me anything? Why am I talking to myself?

I shook my head and waited until Ebony finished with whatever he was doing. He smacked his hands together as he got off the ground. "Finally," he muttered.

An earsplitting screech filled the air as Drake flew past us in a blur. The dragon followed, but when his foot landed in Ebony's vines, the dragon soon hung upside down ten feet in the air.

I whistled. "It was a trap. Nice. But why didn't you tell me?"

Ebony replied, "Well, dragons can smell fear. I wasn't afraid, and neither was Drake, so we figured you'd have enough fear for all of us."

I slapped him on the cheek. "I was literally crapping my pants! What the h--"

"Language!" Drake interrupted.

I sighed. "What is wrong with you? That was literally the most stupidest plan I have ever heard in my life!"

Ebony replied, "One, stupidest is not a word. And two, if this was a stupid plan, then that just proves that stupid plans work. So we should come up with those more often."

I slapped my head, and groaned. "No, you dimwits! What I mean is--" I stopped myself. They want me to argue with them, I thought. Well, I'll just do the opposite!

I shut my mouth, and turned away from them. They were at a loss for words.

"Harley? Are you OK?" Ebony tenderly asked. I didn't utter a word.

"Harley? C'mon, you're being too dramatic!" Drake said, "snap out of it! We need you to teleport us to America!"

I turned to him, tears in my eyes. "So, you guys only kept me because I had powers? Otherwise you would've dumped me, huh?"

Drake interrupted, "No, Harley, I didn't mean it that way."

I held up my hand. "No more lies." I walked away, deeper into the forest, despite their pleading cries.

I walked on and on, not caring about our mission, not caring that the world needed me. Not caring that I was turning into a cold, ruthless killer.