Nik: Okay, okay… Before you all came at me with any sharp weapons… I'm sorry I couldn't make any new chapters for the past few months… I got stuck and had a huge writer's block… This chapter was made by my best author buddy, Flamefox2. I suppose I didn't know enough about Flame's OC "Blizzard" to really make the next chapter. I can see that Flame also took the liberty to introduce one of my OC's "Knox". Or maybe it's Flame's? I'm not too sure. Ah, well. Again sorry about the LOOOONG wait, but I think I'm going to start writing more on this now that school's back in. Thank you sooooo much for writing this for a very lazy Nik, Flamefox, and thanks to the rest of you for waiting. Now before I start rambling, I'll let you get to the story. Please review!

One of the things the Prince of Galora loved to do was stay up late, watching his favorite shows on television while eating pizza and drinking coke on his couch. Not really the perfect example for the prince of the most glorious planet ever to exist, but hey; he was his own persona. He'd learned that from his little brother.

He nearly gagged on the tenth coke can he was drinking down when his computer flashed a neat, icy blue. Darn it, he'd nearly choked! Who'd be contacting him at this late hour of—he looked at the clock—eleven fourty-five? With a sigh, the white Ponyan with the sky blue eyes stood to his feet and walked over to the computer, still holding his coke and the slice of pizza he had in his other hand. Annoyance riddled his mind; if this was another one of those pranks, then he swore, he'd…!

He blinked. It was a message from his little brother. Setting down the pizza and the coke, he pulled back his chair and sat in it, pushed himself back against the seat, and read it.

Blizzard,

How is Father? Is he feeling better? I have a question for the both of you… Please respond soon,

~Arthur

Interest piqued, the prince pulled the keyboard out from under the desk and placed it on his grey-footed lap. He pressed the Tab key, and began preparing a response.

Arthur,

He's doing good—ok, you want the truth? He's not doing so well. Still coughing up blood. Hacking and wheezing. Almost makes me feel like vomiting, to be honest. I don't mean any disrespect to my dad, though. 'S why I'm telling you instead. I think he's asleep. What's the question, bro? Something up?

~Blizzie

He pressed enter and awaited a response. It took several moments, but he did; in fact, what he read made him laugh.

Blizzard of the Three Moons of Galorian Folktale,

Thank you oh, so humbly for getting my hopes raised a little (not really. I actually didn't expect him to be getting better.). I wouldn't want for you to disturb him if he's sleeping, so instead I'll ask YOU this, instead. You ready to hear what's been troubling me?

Artie—your lil' bro

At this, Blizzard chuckled. It wasn't so much the message itself that was amusing him; it was moreso the title he gave him. Too long and lengthy for his taste. If anything, it was likely one of Arthur's little jokes and schemes to get him to reply quickly. Taking another swig of coke, he made ready to answer when Arthur did so before him.

P. S.: Quit staying up so late, eating pizza, drinking coke, and watching TV. TV brainwashes your mind, coke has caffeine (which is addictive), too much pizza's simply unhealthy for your diet, and you need your beauty sleep. ;P

P. P. S: You're a derp. XD

P. P. P. S: I like P. S.'s. They're fun. And how's Knox doing?

Blizzard just stared at the message for a mere moment before giving off a devilish smirk and sending him a message that said,

A Message to my Dear, Beloved Brother; Sir Arthur, Leader of the GSA and Highest-Ranking Star Warrior;

HAH! Top THAT, Artie! I know I'm a derp, and you are, too~ Yes, I do know that stuff about my bad habits, but who cares? You did it right along with me, and you still do it, don't you? Don't lie to me, Arthur. I know EVERYTHING about you, little brother. Isn't that weird? And what's this thing that's been bothering you? You keep bringing it up, just send it already! Oh, and Knox is okay.

Blizzard of the Three Moons of Galorian Folktale

He waited a minute. He waited two, three, four. He drank his coke, ate his pizza, got some more, and by the fifth minute, when he returned to sit at the computer, he had his reply. He was shocked at how lengthy it was; Arthur preferred things to be short, simple, and sweet. He began reading so that he could respond and give his advice.

Only, it was going to be harder than he thought.

My big bro, Blizzie, who is also you and I'm too lazy and busy to think of a fancy title for you right now;

Okay, here's the thing. There's this guy who wants to join the GSA, but I think he's a demon. Nonsurat and Falspar are having a little fight about whether to let him join or not, and Dragato is being passive as ever. I'm thinking that if he IS a demon and he ran away from Nightmare, then he'd be a valuable asset, but then he could also be a spy sent by Holy Nightmare to weaken and expose us to attack. Then again, he could also not be a demon PERIOD, and I'm thinking that if I ask him, then he'd be frightened away if he ISN'T one, and that he'd kill me if he IS. Then there is also the matter of his friend—he doesn't seem to be a demon based on how he gave his reason to me and what his reason was, to begin with—but it's still possible, isn't it? And Meta Knight—that's what his name is—and Jecra—the guy who probably isn't a demon but is his friend, I guess—well, they had a little duel in front of the Hatchet, and I let them in for the interview, and I'm not sure if they were actually FIGHTING or TRAINING, and Meta Knight was holding back, and Jecra was going all-out—you still reading this, bro? The point is… HELP ME OUT HERE!

Oh, and tell Knox I said 'Hi'.

HURRY IT UP, I'M SUPPOED TO TELL THEM MY DECISION IN ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.

~A Very Troubled Golden Guy