doing this to her. Rachel smiles at the prisoner. She can see that the prisoner is someone who could not harm her or even another being. Looking at her makes Rachel feel something great inside herself, such a feeling that not she had ever been given for so long, hardly ever.

"It's okay," Rachel said in a calm and soothing voice, as any goddess or perhaps a loving mother would speak, "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to harm you."

          She continues to pet the prisoner until at last the prisoner stands up from the ground and approaches Rachel in the only source of light she is given. The prisoner has the same black hair on her head, she has that little girly voice that squeaked with fright, is half of Rachel's size, and is wearing the same rags she has been wearing earlier today.

          The prisoner is the little furry girl Rachel and Dreamfinder had found during the attack and the same Wooso girl the king had sent into the dungeon. She is here now and Rachel has finally gotten a chance to meet her personally alone.

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          While Rachel is visiting in Wooso population and, unknown to them, the dungeon, Dreamfinder and Figment have been spending the past half to full hour rehearsing their song ad dance routine for tonight's feast with Wooso king and his people. They thought of new songs with lyrics to sing and dance steps to match it. These two seem to be having a lot of fun coming up with stuff on their own just as they have always been doing during their adventures. Each time they mess up in practice they are always tripping and have to start over again. But they have faith that they will get everything right for their performance.

"1-2-3. 1-2-3." Dreamfinder murmured to himself trying to get his dance steps in order.

"I wish Rachel were with us." said Figment, "She'd be great performing with us."

"I'm sure she would, too. I just can't imagine feeling closed-minded about expressing music since she is the one who brought it up to the king. Besides, she wants to see makes this Fillidore world operate. I think it's good for Rachel to explore a new culture."

"That's what we should be doing, too! We've already got all the dance steps down and the song written with the right tune. And we haven't even told the king about the geodesic sphere and of anyone of the Woosoes have seen it here."

"Hey yeah, you're right! We never did get a chance, didn't we?" Dreamfinder asked, "Well, we can always ask King KaZing about it tonight at the feast. Let's take a break and go join Rachel."

"Right-ho!" Figment agreed.

          Leaving their bedroom at last, they search for Rachel. Just as Rachel had been this afternoon, the Woosoes have greeted Dreamfinder and Figment very warmly. They were even given some gifts of the merchandise they sell as they pass by. Some Wooso children are playing games and they asked Dreamfinder and Figment to participate. Of course Dreamfinder was not doing so well with those games, but Figment looks like she's got the hang of playing...whatever it is. They asked questions all over town if any of the Woosoes has seen Rachel just now. Of course they have, but the Woosoes had no idea where Rachel might have gone. Suddenly, they have come across this warrior guard who was standing nearby watching very closely to the town suppose anything terrible happened.

"Greetings, good sir." Dreamfinder said, "You wouldn't happen to have seen our female friend, Miss Rachel, would you?"

"Ah yes, my lord Dreadfinger-" the guard mispronounced.

"Dreamfinder." Dreamfinder corrected.

"Oh yes, my apologies my lord Dreamfinder. Our goddess Rachel has asked us guards to escort her to the dungeon not long ago."

"What?"

"The dungeon? What's she doing down there?" Figment asked with shock.

"Hmm...I think I have a pretty good idea, Figment." Dreamfinder idealized, "You sir, can you direct us to the dungeon?"

"As you wish, my lords." said the guard, "Do you wish for an escort?"

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You can point out the direction for us, if you will like."

"You must return to the main hall and walk to the east side where the middle door at the end of the hall will take you all the way down to the dungeon. Goddess Rachel must still be down there."

"Thanks a lot, pal!" Figment thanked.

"Yes, thank you." said Dreamfinder.

          The Dreamfinder and Figment are on their way to the dungeon just where Rachel is. They find themselves back into the main hall where they started from. Along the way thoughts are running in both of there minds for one question alone: Why is Rachel in the dungeon?

"Goddess Rachel?" Figment wondered aloud.

"The king did say for the Woosoes to treat us three as equally as gods are, so that includes Rachel, too." Dreamfinder clarified, then mumbled to himself, "And she is lovely and beautiful as one."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" Dreamfinder tensed.

"Hmm..."

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"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.

          The little furry girl, full of fear, had tried to keep herself away from Rachel, Dreamfinder and the rest of the Wooso tribe earlier today and failed. Torture would come upon her very soon for attempt of running away from home in the king's name. And to run away in cowardice would grant her an even more terrible punishment than normal. After hearing some guards talk about the new coming humans becoming the Woosoes new gods, the little furry girl has been assuming that these new gods will punish her for dragging them under the influence of the king, probably doomed to reside here by force for eternity. She caused all of this and though she will accept any just punishment or non-just punishment, the little furry girl fears greatly by all.

          Despite this, instead of physical abuse, her new goddess, Rachel, is giving the girl a few pettings on the head. Confused the girl looks up to her with her purple eyes. Finally, she softened to Rachel's tender touch. Is Rachel all she believes she is? Does Rachel not understand the sense of the girl's pain? Why is this happening when all I should be in the mercy of is torture, the girl thought to herself? Why is Rachel being nice to her? So many questions at one time.

"Don't be frightened." Rachel said calmly, "I won't harm you. What's your name?"

"No...please. Please leave me be." the little furry girl sniffled, "Leave me to my suffering as deserving as I have made it."

"Come on, I just want to know your name."

"Please, my goddess, I shouldn't be speaking to you. I am worthless and you have come to do away with me as justly as any just immortal would do."

"What? No! No, never!" Rachel felt her heart break at the sad words the little furry girl has said, "I would never harm anybody. Okay, maybe I did give one of my friends a sock in the stomach earlier, but really no one. What happened today with the king was something you did not deserve, not as far as I know. That wasn't supposed to happen. Please tell me who you are. I'll tell you my name if you like."

          At the moment, the little furry girl would not show her face, but keep trying to hide it away from being viewed. This is definitely a familiar scene for Rachel. She can see the innocence in the little girl's eyes. She sees herself, her own reflection looking back. Rachel wanted to shed a tear for this girl but she just kept a straight face while brushing her hair through her fingers. Then Rachel held the little furry girl's head and faced her to her own face and forced a smile as best as she could.

"My name is Rachel." Rachel admitted, "And I am no goddess, but an average being from a different world."

"I'm...I'm..." the little furry girl stuttered.

"You're fine, no one is going to come in and harm you. You can trust me. I promise nothing bad is going to happen."

          Those were the same words Dreamfinder had said to Rachel back at the Disney expo in Anaheim, California when he asked her to volunteer on the stage. That promise he had made was unintentionally broken when Rachel began imagining herself flying in front of hundreds of people. She had been ridiculed not by Dreamfinder's need to show the world what imagine can do, but by her own lack of faith and belief that she herself can do something good for herself and for all of the people around her. Would there be any difference for this unfortunate little furry girl? That is up to the little girl to decide. The little furry girl watches Rachel look at her. She, too, can see herself reflecting from Rachel's almost teary eyes. Something about Rachel is making this little girl believe that she and Rachel have something in common, which they do.

"C-C-Coaxoch." the little furry girl said.

"Huh?" Rachel is confused. What is that word?

"M-My name is Coaxoch KaZing. Coaxoch means 'serpent flower.' I am the king's daughter."

"What?!"