Cat?

When they returned to the palace, they were greeted by Prince Tyrsis, Rainheart’s younger brother.
“Cat!” he yelled, hugging Keyblade so tightly she couldn’t breathe. Mithos glared at him, but could not stab him. The guards had confiscated his sword as soon as they entered the capital. He asked his friends to help get it back. Shade and Bookworm threatened the guards a lot, but this didn’t do any good because Bookworm’s threats were really pathetic. Eventually, Keyblade asked Rainheart to get the sword back. He agreed as long as she promised not to let Mithos use it in the capital. So now Shade had Mithos’s sword and refused to let him stab any of her characters.
“I’m… not… Cat…” Keyblade managed to say. “Could… you… please… stop… strangling… me?”
Tyrsis let go of her. “What do you mean? Of course you’re Cat! You look just like her and you’ve got Goldd’s marble!”
“I think she has amnesia,” Rainheart explained. “And this is for you.” He handed Tyrsis Borakk’s sphere.
“Oooooooh! Shiny!” Tyrsis looked admiringly at the sphere.
Once Keyblade was able to breathe again, she said, “Umm… That marble has part of Goldd’s essence too. That will give Tyrsis a metallic sheen and make him the most powerful drake, other than me and Mithos. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes, it’s definitely a good idea,” Rainheart said, grinning. There were a lot of things Tyrsis could do with his new powers. Rainheart did not plan on giving him enough spare time to cause trouble.
“Rainheart, you should probably have a doctor look at that wound soon,” Bookworm suggested. Rainheart’s wound wasn’t as deep as it had first appeared, but it still needed some medical attention. Rainheart nodded and left.
“So now what? Can I have my sword back?” Mithos asked.
“No, you can’t have your sword until we’re out of the capital,” Shade said.
“I know what we should do! We should have a party to celebrate the defeat of Borakk! We’ll surprise Rainheart!” Tyrsis suggested enthusiastically.
“Yeah! And we should play DDR at the party!” Keyblade agreed.
Tyrsis smiled. “Great! Cat agrees, so that’s settled. I’ll go make arrangements to get a new DDR machine. No idea how it happened, but the last one got turned into goo…”
The next day, everyone went back to the village with the DDR machine. Rainheart’s shoulder was heavily bandaged, but other than that, he was fine. He even played DDR with Keyblade (and lost, of course). To everyone’s surprise, Arian also showed up. She and Shade had a long discussion about various kinds of magic.
Mithos had planned to avoid the DDR machine, but then Bookworm said, “You just know I’ll beat you! Maybe I’ll challenge Rainheart or Tyrsis instead. They’re taller than you.” Height has nothing to do with DDR, but this taunt was all it took to get Mithos to accept Bookworm’s challenge. The end score was Underling for Bookworm and Lackey for Mithos. Not wanting to listen to Bookworm’s endless bragging, Mithos wandered away. He searched for something interesting to do and happened to notice that Rainheart was with Keyblade again.
“Thank you for defeating Borakk,” Rainheart said.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for saving me,” Keyblade said politely.
“Listen, Cat…” Rainheart started to say.
“I’m not Cat!” Keyblade interrupted, all politeness gone.
Rainheart sighed. “After everything that’s happened, I can’t believe that. I know you are Cat. And I love you.” Keyblade’s face turned bright red. Rainheart moved closer.
At this point, Mithos decided that Rainheart was too close to her. He wanted to stab him with his sword, which Shade had returned when they left the capital, but there were too many security drakes lurking nearby. And for some reason, they were all giving him death glares… Suddenly, Mithos had a brilliant idea! He activated the Mage’s Ring, sending him and his friends to Derris-Kharlan, away from the tall drakes.
Keyblade was very relieved to be away. Shade was angry because she had been in the middle of an important conversation. Bookworm was absolutely furious.
“I was about to beat Tyrsis at DDR!” she whined. Tyrsis had actually been doing much better than her, but she conveniently forgot about this.
Mithos ignored the complaints and grinned triumphantly. Then he stopped grinning. Kratos was glaring at him the same way Borakk had before trying to kill him. Mithos’s reaction was the same: “Meep!”