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"A port, really?" the young Dragon asked as Chixalam helped her to her feet. "Why a port of all places."

"Besides it being the last place anyone would look for you," Chixalam replied, "I figure being near or in your element would help you."

"There's a fine line between water and salt water," the young Dragon replied, sniffing the air. "Salt water...let's just say it's not good for me to have it."

"Very well," Chixalam said, preparing to create another portal to take them to a fresh water location when somewhere over their heads, someone dumped a galleon of salt water on Young Dragon.

Gasping in pain, the young Dragon staggered and fell onto her back in a writhing heap. Before Chixalam could react, a portal opened next to her and Vexen and Larxene stepped out. With a cold look at the young Dragon, and an even colder look at Chixalam, Larxene said, "Well, Vexen, we took out the one. What do you plan on doing with the other?"

"He shall be joining us," Vexen said, looking at Chixalam. When Chixalam drew his keyblades, Vexen pointed at the young Dragon and said, "She will die in two minutes unless she is submerged in fresh water. Do you think you can defeat the both of us in that time?"

Though he knew he shouldn't care one way or the other about what he considered to be a stranger, Chixalam found himself lowering his keyblades. "Very--"

The last thing Chixalam saw was Larxene throwing one of her knives at him.

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Groaning, he slowly lifted his head and looked around. He was in a dungeon cell, chained to a wall. When he attempted to free himself, a bolt of electricity slammed through the chains shackled to his wrists. Throwing his head back and screaming, he immediately stopped trying to struggle.

"You're awake," someone rasped from the far end of the cell. For some reason, the voice was familiar to him--yet at the same time, it was not.

"Who's there?" he asked, straining to see through the darkness.

"Dragon," the voice replied. From the sounds of it, the owner was a little closer--but he hadn't been able to hear anything of her movements.

"You can't be Dragon, your voice is too young," he replied.

"Though you and I are the only ones who have been brought in here," the owner of the raspy voice said, "you aren't Chixalam. Your voice doesn't have a hard edge to it like his does."

"Of course I'm not Chixalam," he said. "I'm Xink!"