"Big sister's going on a trip! Big sister's going on a trip! Big sister's going on a trip!" A high
pitched but still male voice sung in a mantra.
Dana turned to see her personal vassal, a bright red imp. A little plump, naked as they
were, squat, only just going past her knees in height. He looked at her with excited solid
black eyes and grinning with teeth as sharp as razors. The small thing of chaos that used
to be, or maybe still way somehow her little brother before Astara began her campaign of
all of Earth.
"Yes ... little brother I am..."
"Can I come too?! Can I come too?! Can I come?!"
"...... No."
"No fair! No fair! No fair!" The imp stamped his hooved feet. His pointed tail swishing
behind him.
"It's dangerous, they already killed Ninjatta..."
Now the imp actually looked surprised and sad, "... Ninjatta gone? Ninjatta gone? Ninjatta
gone?"
"Only for a little while sweetie," Astara promised.
"Yippe! Yippe! Yippe!" The imp hopped up and down with joy.
Dana on the other hand shivered.
"Go help your big sister pack her things."
"Yes My Princess!" The imp saluted and hurried on his appointed task.