(I'M LITERALLY A FLIPPING ANGEL WHY DO YOU NOT TRUST ME)
"And may I ask why? I do, of course, have firsthand experience with such magic." Lloyd locked eyes with Rory, showing that he was indeed willing to confirm his point.

Rory raised an eyebrow. "Dunno. Something seems off about you. Besides, I don't really like know-it-all perfect boys."

This seemed to tick Lloyd off, and he didn't respond immediately. "Well unfortunately for you, it's in my nature." He extended his wings, inspiring the young foal to do the same. "I do have a right to know things, though I would never claim to know everything." Lloyd said coldly.

Darren stayed silent as he held in laughter from this confrontation.

Rory scoffed. "Well you assume you can just take whatever you want then? Not from me! Thank you very much! I would rather solve this with Darren and Ryan."

"Rory, my guess was just as says, a guess… Lloyd might know more than I do… Having his help might benefit you,"

"Yes. I know. But I don't like him."

"He's harmless. Really… Well unless you piss him off,"

(Lloyd: F**k off heathen I hope you burn in hell.)
Lloyd clenched his hands into fists. He had endured plenty of mocking in his life of course, but it was something he always hated. "Of course I don't think that. When did I ever say I wanted to take anything from you; that I wanted anything from you! And Darren trusts me." He looked over at Darren for confirmation.

Darren nodded, "I trust him,"

Rory eyed him. "This isn't Darren's problem. This is mine. I can find someone else who knows just as much as you. Except without your Perfect-Cinnamon-roll-used-to-getting-his-way attitude."

(He definitely doesn't lol he's just pissed rn)
"I do not have that attitude!" Lloyd was definitely annoyed at this point. He wasn't quite yelling, as he rarely ever yelled, but he was pissed. "You have no idea how wrong you are. Everything I've ever known is gone! Everyone I've ever known thinks I'm dead!"
(Gtg for a bit)

(Bye!)
'Well then why don't you go notify them otherwise?" He turned to Ryan. "Can we go talk somewhere else?"

(CAMIE?)

(Ty

Answer Rory's frickin question
I have been waiting an hour)

(Bye!)
'Well then why don't you go notify them otherwise?" He turned to Ryan. "Can we go talk somewhere else?"

Ryan looked to Darren and sighed, "Yeah, sure,"

(Camie?!!!!!!!!)

"Lead the way."

He stood up, "Is it cool if we stay here, at Darren's house I mean,"

"Yeah it's fine."

Lillian winced as she pulled the car off after them.

The van suddenly lurched and sped up, driving quickly into a warehouse nearby.

Lillian spurred off after the van. She pulled up outside of the warehouse. Wary of entering the building.

"Screw it, I told you that this would never work," one of the kidnappers said.
The driver frowned. "So, what now?"
"Leave her."
Reese heard footsteps rounding the van and a black-clothed person with a distinctive male outline opened the doors, reached in, and grabbed her. She kicked and pushed, but the man was stronger. He shoved her into a nearby closet and slammed the door. From his pocket, he removed a key. He inserted it into the keyhole and broke it off. He climbed into the back of the van, slammed the doors shut, and shouted "GO!" to the driver. Then van peeled out the same way it had come in.

Reese curled into a ball. Not only was she afraid of the dark, but she hated small, tight places. In other words, she was claustrophobic. "It will be okay. It will be okay. I will be okay," she repeated shakily to herself. She'd dropped her phone on the sidewalk during the kidnapping, so she was left alone. "Help," she whispered. A stained tear traced her cheek.