#this could be completely unintentional so dont take this seriously

[ilikemicrowaves]

The glitching flower was

foreshadowing Kaufmo had

abstracted

This flower could actually be referencing a 'squinting flower' that some clowns wear. Kaufmo is a clown, and the flower we see is glitching through the floor. And what happens later? Kaufmo abstracts.

[regretevator-confessions]

i feel like maybe people take this fandom a bit too seriously. and like i get it!! im autistic and i sometimes assign morality to interests because im kind of obsessed with media analysis and subtext which can include a lot of themes and messages (sometimes harmful, sometimes good, mostly unintentional) but like. guys. it’s a silly roblox game. MOSTLY. there arr some more serious aspects but its mainly filled with whimsy. it literally has memes littered throughout the game. including characters based off of memes. a lot of things are meant to be taken as jokes and while it’s completely fine to take things passed off as jokes and make/headcanon them as actually serious parts of a character, its not productive to go into a moral panic about some of this shit. and thats not to say there isn’t like, problems about infantilism/demonization and other problems towards multiple characters. but a majority of people are going haha silly roblox character. wouldn’t it be cute if this silly roblox character dated this other silly roblox character. back when i was in the hlvrai fandom this was also sort of an issue because it was just. a silly jokey series made by friends to be funny. (even though there were unique problems that also existed in that fandom that needed to be adressed. )a lot of people dont really think that hard about shipping, they just pair up characters for fun. like i’m not proship. i hate ships that are clearly abusive or pedophillic or whatever, but most regretevator characters are just silly guys or joke characters. as far as i can tell there’s not really any canonically abusive characters? there’s certainly mean and evil ones, but yall have got to learn the difference between a ship that’s clearly romanticizing abuse and a what is basically a kismessitude. i dont even really like any ships besides spive tbh but i need to stress that some of yall need to block people who ship things that make you personally uncomfortable. a good majority of people won’t listen to you about why it sucks/why you think it sucks. they’ll just keep shipping it. the block button is so sexy you guys. dont waste your energy yelling at people who wont listen 90% of the time. you could be petting a cat instead. or donating to people in need. or telling your friends you love them. or making a chocolate cake. or making fanart.

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[zerosxns]

wait nawhhh i completely forgot about this one ☝️ HANBIN IS AN ASS MAN DONT EVEN TALK TO ME RN CAUSE IM GONNA EXPLODE. Imagine one night you and hanbin got into an argument as soon as you came back home from work, and you guys end up giving each other the silent treatment by the end

(its silence aint no baCK TAWK)

So when you leave your shared bedroom with a short lace nightgown cause its ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU WANNA BE COMFY… you go to the kitchen to make some dinner for yourself…bending…over…to grab some…things…

hanbin was just gonna grab some “water” (he just wanted to see if you were okay he cant stay mad for long T-T) he saw a peak of you ass (bonus if you weren’t wearing underwear that night or a thong OOF HE WOULD GO BRRR) and he would just walk up to you and rub his crotch against your ass (extra extra bonus if hes wearing sweatpants YO.) you would be like … oh…? And stand back up—now your back hitting his chest, his mouth SOO close to your ear saying something like “you make it hard to stay mad” feathering kisses on your ear and neck…

Erm… kinda wrote a shitty ass half meme’d fic in your anon box but WE 🆙 LMFAO i hope you like it 🤕

-🥞 anon (two strikes)

WARNINGS ⚸ arguments. unintentional tempting. dubcon/noncon dry humping. mentions of make up sex.

hanbin hates arguing with you, and he will do anything to get you to forgive him and talk to him again. even if that means playing dirty.

he knows you like to have space when you’re upset, but he can’t let you go to bed angry. he likes to talk things out when he’s upset. but if you won’t let him talk it out, he has to get creative with his ways to get you to talk to him.

so when you were in separate rooms after a big argument and you walked past him wearing one of the short, satin and lace nightgowns he loves to see you in, still giving him the silent treatment, he gets an idea in his mind. he can hear the opening and closing of cabinets, dishes clanking, and he figures you were making food, seeing as your argument happened before dinner. suddenly, his throat feels dry, he’s parched, and he needs a glass of water.

hanbin walks in the kitchen to find you bent over to reach in the cupboard for the appropriate pan to use. right below the door the cups are behind. he can’t help but steal a glance, leaning back to get a better view. as he does, he notices the absence of fabric beneath the gown. were you seriously not wearing any panties right now? he takes a few silent steps forward, body thinking before his brain catches up, and presses directly against you.

“fuck, hanbin, what are you doing? you scared me.” your eyes widened, realizing you managed to break your silent treatment so easily. you finally stand up, having found the pan you were looking for at that exact moment.

he smiles. “i’m thirsty. just grabbing a glass.” hanbin leans forward to open the cupboard. you were trapped between him and the counter, his already half hard cock slotting perfectly between your ass cheeks. “you know,” he accidentally rolls his hips against yours. “you make it hard to be upset.”

you gulp, body betraying you and reacting to his touch. it was pathetic just how quickly you could feel yourself getting worked up. “what…do you mean?” you tried to keep your tone firm, but failed.

he presses you further against the counter, arms caging you in now, glass of water and pan being long forgotten. his breath fans across your neck, lips so close yet so far from touching your skin. “you walk around here in these little flimsy dresses.” he grips the fabric with one hand, pulling it up to where it bunches at your hips. your dripping cunt now on display, wetting the front of his grey sweats with every push of the hips. “it’s like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck it out of our systems.”

you moaned, grinding back against against him. “hanbin, please…”

[deadanddeactivated]

Oooh and a Fae one, "You helped me. And now I will help you."

@magpiemorality​ said: That last one with Roman and any side!!

Favours

Ships: Prinxiety, Dukceit Characters: Roman, Virgil.  Remus and De mentioned, Pats there for a little bitSummary: “You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  Funny how a phrase can mean so many things.

Notes: I’m not sure how this ended up prinxiety but it did so i hope you dont mind and its also a lot fluffier than the last one.  I hope you enjoy!!

Ao3 || KoFi

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The first time Roman says it is immediately after the human has freed him.  The iron cuff lays on the forest ground, mechanical lock picked with learned skill and the runes picked with unintentional intent.  It had taken an hour, an hour the human had spent calmly speaking to him while he focused.  

He hadn’t known what Roman was, that was clear from the moment he stepped into the clearing.  He’d so foolishly given his name.  He was lucky everything Roman was had been suppressed by those runes.  Or perhaps unlucky, a returned name was an easy favour to give.  

And an easy favour appeared to be what Virgil wanted, staring at the freed fae with wide and panicked eyes.  An easy favour isn’t what Roman wants, too amused by Virgil’s fright.  It was so different to what he’d shown just moments ago when he was convinced Roman was a human victim or some cruel madman.

“I didn’t, I didn’t help you for a favour.”  Virgil says, taking another step back and gulping.  “You don’t, I mean, I don’t want anything in return.  Thank you.”  He adds, desperately trying to cling to manners even when it’s obvious he wants to run.  

An easy favour won’t do at all.

“You’re owed a favour.”  Roman says, hoping his amusement isn’t too obvious.  He doesn’t want to scare Virgil off completely.  

“I really shouldn’t be.”  Virgil argues.  “I was just helping, it’s only right.”  

“It’s only right I help you in return.”  Roman says, mouth twitching with a smile he really shouldn’t show.  The human’s eyes dart around, clearly trying to think of something to say.  

“I can’t, I can’t think of anything I need help with.”  He says after a moment.  “So, consider us even.  I have to go home now.  Thank you.”  He adds, giving a quick, polite bow before walking from the clearing.  As soon as he thinks he’s out of sight, he starts running.  

Clearly he doesn’t know that being owed a favour means Roman can’t hurt him.  Clearly he doesn’t know much about favours at all.  One can’t simply refuse a favour, not a favour owed by the fae.  It’s refreshing, Roman thinks, to see a human that doesn’t know how a favour can be lorded over a fae.

Or maybe he just wouldn’t.  After the hour they’d spent together, Roman would believe it.

--

“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The second time Roman says is two days later.  It’s the first time he’s felt Virgil need help since they met and Roman jumped on the chance to appear.  Things have been settled back home - the witch that captured him has been dealt with, his brother has been assured he’s fine - Roman has nothing better to do than to grant Virgil a favour.

Or, more accurately, watch Virgil jump.  Which Roman appearing most certainly made him do, the human almost stumbling back into the aisle behind him.  De would be proud of how well Roman managed to hold in his laughter.

“I, uh, I thought we were even.”  Virgil manages once he’s recovered.  

“That’s not how favours work.”  Roman says.  “You’re still owed one.”

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil says and then quickly adds, “thank you.”

“You clearly need help.”  Roman says, trying and failing to hold back a smirk.  “Are all mortals so short?”

“I’m not short.”  Virgil huffs, glaring for a moment before quickly looking away.  “You’re just tall.”

“I am.”  Roman agrees.  “But you’re still short.”  He grabs the box of biscuits Virgil couldn’t reach and places it inside the human’s trolley. 

“Thank you.”  Virgil says, sounding more annoyed than he probably means too.  “We’re even then.”  This time Roman can’t help but laugh.  He immediately regrets that, it makes Virgil tense with fear.

“That’s not how favours work.”  He says, forcing himself to calm down and lean away from Virgil’s space.  That calms the human a little bit.  “You saved my life, I’m in your debt until I can do something of equal value.”  Virgil actually did more than that, considering Roman was merely a trap, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I was only trying to help.  I don’t need anything in return.”  Virgil mumbles.

“That doesn’t make you any less entitled to it.”  Roman grins.  Then, when Virgil blinks, he disappears. 

--

“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  It’s become something of a greeting over the last few weeks, one that never fails to make Virgil jump.  At least a little bit anyway.  Lucky for Virgil, today only gets a little jolt and the stack of papers in his hand are mostly okay.  

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil huffs.  He’d accidentally given up trying to be polite, but when Roman didn’t turn him into a frog (or whatever it was mortals think the fae do) he gave it up on purpose.

“Why not?”  Roman asks, taking half the stack of papers with limited complaining on Virgil’s part.  Maybe he thinks all these little favours will add up in the end.  Jokes on him, Roman’s doing this because he likes Virgil’s company.

“I can handle school myself.  I don’t need or want to cheat.”  Virgil says.

“You don’t know I was going to cheat for you.”  Roman claims, smirking when Virgil just shoots him a look.  “Well it wouldn’t be cheating, exactly, you’d just get to know everything right away.”

“And then what?  I’d still have to sit through my lectures.  I’d get bored.”  Virgil argues.

“Alright, alright.”  Roman gives in.  “Okay, I’ll make it so you can see the answers on the test before you write them.”

“That’s cheating!”  Virgil snaps then sighs.  “I don’t need help.”  He repeats.

“Fine.”  Roman sighs, dramatic as Remus.  He still works Virgil to the teachers office, holding the other half of the papers until there’s too much risk of being seen. 

He still works a little magic to make Virgil’s teacher lay off.

It’s not a favour, Virgil might never even notice, and De would likely call it a waste of time.

Roman thinks it’s worth seeing a little weight lift off of Virgil’s shoulders.

--

“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  Roman says, a little more seriously than usual, late one night while Virgil pours over bills.  Virgil looks his worst when he’s like this.  Hair a mess, reading glasses on his face, a notebook covered in numbers and priority lists.  Normally there’s a level of calm to his appearance, even if he still looks like a mess.  But his son’s in bed and there’s no one to act for.

Roman hates looking at Virgil like this.

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil says, tired and annoyed and over it.  Without a thought, Roman has a cup of honey milk preparing.  (He’d never drink it himself, of course, but it seems to help mortals calm down).

“I could make it easy.”  He could.  He would.  It’s not a normal favour, Roman knows that.  Most fae want easy favours, they want the debt paid immediately.  Making Virgil’s life easy?  That’s a favour that will last a lifetime.  A debt that would last a lifetime.

Roman wonders if Virgil understands the significance of that.

“No.”

Probably not.

“Why not?”  Roman asks, quiet and soft and with his back turned to Virgil so he doesn’t see how much it stings.

“There’s strings.”  Virgil mumbles, he sounds so tired.  “With any magic favour, there’s strings.  If you make my life easier, you’re making someones harder.”

“You don’t know that.”  Roman claims.  Even he doesn’t know that.  But he doesn’t really think about it either, so…

“Money doesn’t come from nowhere.”  Virgil agrees.  Roman shrugs.  Human money is a forgein concept to him.  “It comes from someone.  What if they need it?”

“What if they don’t?”

“What if they track it down?”  

“What if they can’t?  It’s magic.”

“What if they get a different fae, or a demon, or something to get revenge?  They’re magic, they could figure it out.”  

“I’d protect you.”

“You wouldn’t owe me a favour.

I’d do it anyway.  

Roman doesn’t say that because he’s pretty sure Virgil would understand what that meant.  Instead he lets them drop into silence.  Safe, if sombre, silence.

“Alright.”  Roman eventually gives up on silence too.  “So your favour can’t have strings, and it can’t be cheating.”  He says.  “Anything else?”

“I don’t want a favour.”  Virgil sighs.  Roman just hums and a few minutes later, when Virgil slumps against the table asleep, he carries the human to bed.  Once his human is tucked in, safe and sound and maybe admired for a moment, Roman returns to the table.

Well, he thinks with a sigh, he’ll have to ask De how human money works.

--

“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The next time Roman says it is the very next morning, when Virgil stumbles from his room to find Roman making pancakes.  Patton is already practically breathing them in, apparently unbothered by the stranger in their kitchen.  “No strings attached.”  Roman adds, when Virgil continues to look confused.

“No strings?”  He repeats, frowning.  “How?”

“I’m going to make your life easier.”  Roman explains, rather proud of himself for that.  “I don’t need magic for that.”

“Does it even count as a favour then?”  Virgil asks, still frowning but taking a few steps into the kitchen.

“Probably.  No one’s ever tried.”  Roman admits with a shrug.  “It’ll take a while though, so you’re pretty stuck with me.”  He adds, like he’s not at all worried Virgil will recoil at the idea and decide his real favour is for Roman to go forever.

Virgil doesn’t do that.  Instead he just stands for a few more minutes, frown still on his face, and then he sits at the table.  

“Okay.”  He agrees.  “I need your help.”

Roman doesn’t even try to control his grin as he places a plate of pancakes in front of Virgil.

“So does this mean Roman’s my new dad now?”  Patton asks about two seconds later, making Virgil choke on his first bite of pancake.

He avoids the question, Roman notices with hopeful glee.

--

There are strings, Virgil learns later.  They're just of the brother-in-law-kind.

Two strings, to be specific.  They don’t tell Virgil their names, even after Roman does.  They’re simply the Duke and Deceit. Which makes zero sense because the first is King of his court and the second is still fae so he can’t lie?  

His pair make no sense to Virgil, and they're a bit insufferable but he puts up with them.  After all, he had a string of his own.  

Patton gave Roman his name immediately, much like Virgil had (he’s still kicking himself for that).  Unlike with Virgil, Roman was fully fae when he was given Patton’s name.  He gave it back just as quickly, protected and safe in Patton’s hands although it would take Patton years to understand that.

Watching the two always makes Virgil’s heart swell, makes him wonder why he was so nervous about letting the fae into his life in the first place.  Roman clearly adores Patton, so it’s only fair Virgil tolernate Duke and Deceit (except he doesn’t just tolerate them at all, he loves his brothers-in-law and he’s not fooling anyone).

[moodycastiel-writes]

sacrifice

summary: reader undertakes the trials to close the gates of hell in sam’s place. this is a little au that takes place during the season eight finale!

pairing: sister!reader and winchesters

warnings: angst. lots and lots of angst. foul language. y’know, the usual. there’s not a happy ending with this one. please don’t hate me (:

author’s note: i wasn’t originally going to write the confession, but i had a lot of ideas on how to establish a relationship between reader and the brothers, and i felt having her confess to her sins would make her more of an empathetic character. so yes, this is a small au that i had in mind where reader is sam & dean’s older sister who does the trials instead of sam. (((oh, also, cas does end up believing metatron and him and naomi kill metatron so the angels never fall.))) ((double also, crowley calls reader ‘fatale’, which is a rocky and bullwinkle reference, since he calls sam and dean moose and squirrel. just wanted to throw that out there in case anyone was confused to that reference!)) anywho, yeah, i hope y’all enjoy!!

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You could hear your blood pounding in your ears as you stood at vestibule of the run-down church, your shaking hand loosely holding on to the can of red spray paint, eyes trained on the devil’s trap you painted. This was it. Everything that has happened this past year is finally coming to an end.

You let out an uneven breath as the doors opened gently, the heavy footsteps of your brothers approaching you with caution.

“Do you have him?” you asked, not bothering to lift your tired eyes to meet them.

“Yeah,” Sam spoke, a level of uncertainty to his voice. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I have to,” you answered, turning around curtly and brushing past Sam and Dean, leaving the church as you neared the Impala. It was only a few moments before they were both at your side again, the hot sun doing little to warm the permanent chill that settled into your soul when you first started the trials.

“We should get started,” you said, turning to Dean, “the sooner the better.”

Dean nodded his head and smiled at you, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He opened the trunk and pulled out a handcuffed Crowley, completely at your disposal. Dean walked the demon into the church to get him ready, leaving you alone with Sam.

“How are you holding up?” he asked you as you grabbed the jar of holy oil from the back seat.

“Fine,” you responded, an unintentional iciness to your voice. “I’ll be better when this is all over.”

Dean walked back outside to meet you and Sam, wiping his hands on his pants. “Crowley’s all prepped and primed,” he turned to look at you, “How we feeling about this?”

“Honestly?” you asked, looking between your younger brothers, “Good. Better than what I have in a while. I think we’re finally going to win. This is all going to be over,” you sighed, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face for the first time in a long while.

Sam clapped a hand on your shoulder, but Dean cleared his throat behind you two. “All right, well, no dancing in the end zone until we're finished. What's the good father's playbook say now?”

You looked around the outside of the church eyes falling over the stained-glass windows. “Well... Now that we got the consecrated ground, I just, uh,” you cleared your throat, “I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours and seal the deal with a bloody-fist sandwich. That oughta do it.”

“Your blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it?” Dean remembered, “You ever, uh -- you ever done the ‘forgive me, father’ before?”

You shook your head, gaze dropping to the ground. “No, never. I have no idea what I should even say,” you admitted.

A thousand things were running through your head. All the countless times you’ve fucked up over the years. From the second your mother burned on the ceiling of Sam’s nursery to now, there was so many things you could confess. All the lies and betrayals, the murders and all the innocent people you’ve let die. Tears pricked your eyes, but you cleared your throat and blinked them away.

“Well, I could give you some suggestions,” Dean tried.

“O-okay, yeah. Sure,” anything could help.

“Alright,” he glanced at Sam, who had a disapproving look on his face. “Well, there was the whole siding with the demons thing. Or, um, ditching me when we were in Purgatory. Saying yes to Michael. Oh, also—”

“I get it!” you cut him off, not believing all the things he was currently throwing in your face. A wave of guilt washed over you, and an unsettling silence washed over you three.

“Well, we’re not getting any younger,” you finally said, passing Sam the jar of holy oil before making your way to the church.

“Hey!” Dean called after you, “Maybe open what you did to Penny Markle? In the sixth grade?”

You shot him a confused look, “That was you.”

Dean paused, the memory of what he did to poor Penny coming back to him. Clearing his throat, he waved you off. “Nevermind! Carry on.”

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way back into the church, closing the door behind you. You did you best to ignore Crowley’s eyes following your every move as you walked into the confession room, taking a seat on the bench.

“Okay,” you let out a shaky breath, “if anyone is listening, here we go.” You paused, your eyes screwing shut tightly. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” A cool blast of wind rushed by you, ruffling through your hair. You took it as a sign that someone, somewhere was listening, and continued on. “I have made a lot of mistakes. I have so many regrets, so many sins, that I don’t even know where to begin. I watched my brothers die, so many times, for what? To fulfill some stupid prophecy? I should have protected them. I—” you stumbled on your words, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You wiped at your face and continued on. “I never should have let Dean sell his soul for Sam. It should have been me. I was supposed to do everything I could to protect those boys. If I just strapped on a pair, Dean never would have went to hell, and the seals never would have been broken. This is all my fault. I have to fix it.” The tears were falling freely down your face now, but you didn’t care enough to wipe them away. “I shouldn’t have let Sam ever say yes to Lucifer. I could have said yes. He never would have gone to Hell and lost his soul. It’s all on me.”

You took in another shaky breath, trying to calm down. “Leaving Dean alone in Purgatory… I don’t even know what I was thinking. I was so stupid,” you let out a humorless laugh. “I thought I was doing my best to protect him, but deep down I was trying to get away from him. From Sam. I caused so much pain in their lives, that it would be better if I just disappeared from their lives all together. 

“But those things I’ve confessed, those sins I’ve committed, they’re not even the icing on the cake. I have so many things just piling up that I could sit here forever, but I don’t have enough time. My greatest sin, the tip of the iceberg… What I want forgiveness from the most is how,” your voice broke as you choked back a sob. “My greatest sin is how many times I’ve let my brothers down.”

An ache settled in your chest as you confessed what you never thought you’d say out loud in a million years. Another breeze of wind brushed past you, and you took it as a sign that your confession was over. You wiped your face, leaving behind all the traces of your confession in that booth and stepped out, your guilt weighing on your soul heavier than before.

Crowley stared at you with a smug look on his face, no doubt he heard everything you had just said. Eyeing a roll of duct tape on the table with your gun, the needle, and holy water, you grabbed it and ripped a piece off, tightly taping the demon’s mouth shut.

“Not a word,” you sneered, walking out of the church. You saw Sam and Dean talking with Castiel at the Impala in hushed tones. You couldn’t make out what they were saying from the distance you were at, and crept closer to them to make something out.

“—You’re asking us to leave her, Cas. Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing all the heavy lifting, it’s [y/n]” you were able to make out from Dean’s whispering. His confession about you was like a slap in the face. Did he really not trust you that much? Thinking you needed a chaperone for everything you did?

“You should you,” you announced, startling your brothers. You knew Cas was aware of your presence, and did nothing to acknowledge him.

They turn to look at you, a guilty look on their faces. “Seriously,” you added, not wanting to continue this conversation.

“Yeah, and leave you alone with the King of Hell? Really?”

You frowned at Dean, not understanding why he can’t trust you to do this one thing. Did he really expect so little of you where he is always prepared for you to fuck up and need someone to clean up your mess?

“Yes, really,” you snapped. You ignored the look of hurt that crossed over his face. “You two can’t do anything to help me. This is on me. I think I can get through one little thing without fucking it up.”

“[Y/n], you know that’s not what this is about,” Sam said gently. “It’s not that we don’t trust you. We don’t trust Crowley.”

“Crowley is bound to where he sits,” you argued, “nothing, not even the king of Hell, can get through both a devil’s trap and the chains we have him in.”

“Fine,” Dean said, “Start the injections now. If we’re not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation.”

“Yeah,” was all you responded. Castiel placed a hand on each of your brother’s shoulders and with the flap of his wings he was gone, leaving you alone at the church. With a heavy sigh, you made your way back into the building, facing Crowley. His words to you were muffled under the duct tape, but that didn’t stop him from blabbing. With a roll of your eyes, you ripped the tape off of his mouth, ignoring his wince of pain.

“You really think injecting me with human blood is gonna make me human? Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?”

You ignored the demon as you picked up the needle, pushing it into the vein in your arm. You drew enough blood and slowly ejected it, and walked over to Crowley.

“Are you listening to me, brat?”

“Shut up,” you sneered, thrusting the needle into his neck. He howled in pain as you yanked the needle away.

“You're miles out of your league, kid,” Crowley barked at you as you turned your back on him.

“See you in an hour,” you called over your shoulder, walking to the table at the altar. Your arms began to glow that golden color that always appeared after you completed the trials. Why was it showing up now? You bit back your pain, your hands forming into tight fists, waiting for the pain to go away. When the light finally faded from your veins, you let out a breath of relief and sunk to the ground, your back resting against the altar. You looked up at the cracked statue of Jesus on the cross and closed your eyes, waiting for your watch to beep, signalling the next round of injections.

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When your watched finally beeped after an agonizingly long hour, your were up on your feet as fast as you could get, the needle already in your hand. You ejected more blood from your veins into the syringe and made your way back over to Crowley, who looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You ignored the look in his eyes and issued the second dose of injections into his neck. In the blink of an eye, Crowley’s head turned and his teeth sank into your forearm, hard enough to draw blood.

“What the fuck!” you exclaimed in pain, drawing your arm back and clutching the new wound in pain. You gave him an exasperated look before punching the demon across the face. “Seriously? Biting? What are we, five?”

You shook your head as you walked away from him, placing the needle back onto the table. You spared Crowley another bitch-face as you walked out of the church, slamming the door behind you. You walked to the trunk of the Impala and grabbed bandages to wrap up your arm. As you secured the bandages, your arms began to glow again, and you fell to the rubble on your knees.

“Stop it,” you groaned as the light grew brighter. “Please.”

Finally, the light faded again, leaving you struggling to get a grip on your breathing. With struggle, you turned your body to sit upright against the Impala, your head falling back, staring at the sky. The sun had begun to set in the distance, the sky painted with beautiful sparks of color.

“I can do this,” you whispered determined to yourself, “I can do this.”

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Another hour had passed by and you made your way back into the church, stuffing more bandages in your pocket before doing so. At the sound of the door opening and closing, you heard Crowley chuckle.

“How we doin’, Fatale? Ready for another round of injections?” he asked, a joyous tune to his voice. You ignored him and filled the syringe with another dose of your blood.

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes,” he began singing, you instantly recognizing the David Bowie song, “turn and face the strange. Ch-ch-changes, just gonna have to be a different man. Time may change me, but I can't trace—”

His singing was cut off by a loud sound, the church beginning to rumble. You quickly turned to face Crowley who seemed unfazed by the sudden shock to the church.

“What did you do?” you shouted at him over the sound of the quake. He remained stoic, but the hint of a devilish smirk rose to his face. The floorboards began to creak under your feet, a large crack running down until it severed the devil’s trap that you painted right down the center.

“Did you really think you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was gonna notice, dumb nuts?”

An expression of fury and fear took over your features as the door to the church were ripped open, Abbadon revealing herself on the other side of the door.

“Now that’s what I call an entrance,” she gloated, patting herself on the back.

“Abbadon?” Crowley questioned. “They told me you were dead.”

“So not.”

“Where’s the rest of the cavalry?”

“It’s just little ol’ unkillable me,” she smirked. You turned quickly, reaching for your discarded gun, but with a wave of her hand, Abbadon sent you flying across the church and into the wall, your head slamming against the wood. You groaned as you landed on your stomach, your vision going blurry.

“Brilliant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, Fatale,” Crowley smirked. You tried to get up, but the Knight waved her hand again and sent you through the stained glass window to your right, immediately falling unconscious.

—————————————————————————————————————

When you came back to, it took you a minute to remember what had happened. You scrambled to your feet, hoping not a lot of time had passed in your impromptu siesta. Looking around for a weapon that you could use against Abbadon, your eyes settled on the jar of holy oil you had given to Sam. He must of left it for you, in cast of an emergency. You let out a silent thank you and patted your jacket pockets, striking gold when you felt your father’s lighter in your pocket.

You crept to the entrance of the church where the doors were still open and peered inside, eyes landing on Abbadon hovering over Crowley. You snuck inside, careful to step around any loose pieces of wood to prevent any unnecessary noises to alert your presence.

“Right now, you and I are going to talk about a regime change,” Abbadon said, crouching down to send another punch to Crowley’s face.

“You little whore,” he barked, “I am your king!”

She punched him again, this time hard enough to shut him up. When she went to stand back up, you ran forward and threw the holy oil over her body.

“Burn, bitch,” you spat, throwing the lighter on her. You watched with a smirk as her body lit up in flames and she screamed in pain as her vessel burned. Her mouth opened wide and she exited the body before any further harm was done to her, and she escaped the church in a flash of black smoke.

Without wasting any time, you made work of picking Crowley back up and fixing the chair so it was back in the devil’s trap. He groaned as he came back to consciousness, watching you with a glint of something… admiration, maybe? to his eyes.

“You did good back there, Fatale,” he congratulated you. “I'll deny it if you ever quote me, but I'm a proud man. I'm proud of you.”

You ignored his comment, instead focused on gabbing the can of spray paint you left on the table to fix the trap where it broke.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” you snapped, overly agitated at the events that had just transpired. You finished up the devil’s trap and threw the can to the side, it clattering to the ground noisily.

“Are you joking?” he asked, incredulously. “I just saved your life!”

“Seriously?” you dead-panned.

“Seriously? Me, seriously? We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the --the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?!”

You ignored his tangent and grabbed the needle, filling it up with your blood and jamming it into his neck before he could get another word in.

“Aah! Aah!” he exclaimed in pain, before a whole new emotion washed over him. “Band of Brothers? The Pacific?” he asked. “None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once?” You shook your head at him, confused at where he was going. “Girls? You're my Marnie, Fatale. A-and Hannah, she just—she needs to be loved. She deserves it. Don't we all—you, me; we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved!” he shouted, before lowering his voice back down to a whisper, “I just want to be loved.”

You cocked your head the the demon. “What?” you asked.

A confused look washed over him, and his expression mirrored yours. “What?”

As the moment of Crowley’s tangent passed, a wave of fatigue passed over you. The pain of where the needle was injecting into you suddenly took a toll on you. You walked back over to the table and placed it down, grabbing the spare bandages from your pocket. You wrapped where the puncture wounds were tightly, wishing right about now you had some extra strength tylenol. You took more blood from your opposite arm, wanted to be prepared for the next dose of injections just in case something else was going to happen.

“Would it be possible, Fatale, I’d like to ask you a favor,” Crowley spoke, his voice sounded drained and exhausted. “[Y/n], earlier you were confessing back there, and… well, I didn’t hear much, not really, so I’d like to know what you said.” You gave him a look that read ‘that’ll never happen.’ At the sight of your expression, he instantly clarified his statement. “ I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness? I mean…” he trailed off.

You paused, shocked at the revelation. The cure, it was working.

“You start with this.”

You held the needle out in your hand, showing him what you meant. Crowley tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck where the marks of the past injections were. You gently pushed the needle through at his submission, and unlike the past ones, he showed no signs of pain, but rather contentment.

“This is going to work, Crowley,” you reassured. “You’re going to be cured, and you’ll be redeemed. I promise.”

A gust of wind blasted through the church, and your arms began to glow again, but this time there was no pain. “We’re almost done,” you whispered, not sure Crowley even heard you. “It’s time.”

You took a deep breath and began the exorcism, the final piece to purify him. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra.”

As you pulled your knife from its holder, the light grew brighter, and you sliced across your palm. You walked closer to Crowley, and as you were about to feed him your blood, footsteps barreled through the church.

“[Y/n]! Stop!,” you turned at the noise, coming face to face with the worried looks of your brothers. You backed up from them, your hip bumping into the arm of Crowley’s chair, a confused expression on your face.

“Easy there,” Sam coaxed gently, putting his hands up. “Take a deep breath.”

“There’s been a slight change of plans,” Dean said, slightly more aggressive than Sam.

“What? What’s going on?” you asked. “Where’s Cas?”

“Metatron lied,” Sam explained. “Him and Naomi are going to confront him.”

You shook your head at him, still not understanding what was going on.

“You finish these trials, you’re dead,” Dean said bluntly, trying to get you to understand what was happening. You looked between your two brothers, then back at Crowley. You scoffed and shook your head, looking back to face them.

“So?” you said, your voice slightly breaking.

Sam and Dean’s faces melted from worry to an emotion you couldn’t place, but it was somewhere along the lines of hurt and betrayal. Betrayal. Even now, after you’ve confessed and sought forgiveness, you were still letting your brothers down in ways you couldn’t stop. It had to stop. Finishing these trials with your death, it’ll all stop.

“Look at him!” you exclaimed, pointing down to Crowley. “Look at him! Look at how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this! Who cares about me?”

You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes, but you ignored the sensation. Dean took a small step forward, his brow creasing. “Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But we can't do it without you.”

“You can barely do it with me,” you fired back immediately. The confused look on his face egged you to continue. “I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?” you couldn’t help the single tear that fell from your eyes as your voice cracked on the last word.

Sam frowned. “That’s not what he meant—”

“No, that’s exactly what he meant!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. You let out a humorless chuckle. “You want to know what I confessed in there?” you asked, pointing to the confession booth with the hand that you didn’t cut. “Do you want to know what my ultimate sin was? The thing that held me down the most?”

When neither of them answered, you continued. “My greatest sin was—is— how many times I’ve let the two of you down. I can’t keep doing it. Not again. Finishing this, it’ll end it all.”

“[Y/N]—” Sam tried, but you continued talking.

You held back a sob as the tears finally began falling. “You two don’t trust me anymore, I can see it in the way you look at me. Like I need one of you with me at all times. You haven’t trusted me in a long time, and it took me awhile to realize it, but now that I have I feel so fucking stupid for not seeing it before.” Another humorless laugh escaped your lips.

“I know I’ll never earn your trust back, there’s nothing else I can do to prove that I love you both more than anything. You don’t see it, and I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of watching you guys turn to other people when you get sick of me.” At their confused expressions, you elaborated. “Who will it be next? Another demon? Another angel? Another vampire?” You shook your head.

“You have no idea what it feels like to see the two people you thought—”

“Hold on, hold on!” Dean cut you off, finally breaking you from your tangent.

“You seriously think that?” Sam questioned, taking a step forward to be back in-line with his brother. “Because none of it, none of it is true.”

“Listen, [Y/n],” Dean began, “I know we’ve had our disagreements, all of us, okay? Hell, I know I have said some really fucked up things to get you thinking the way you are but you need to understand… I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.”

Your shoulders slumped at his confession, and the tears fell faster from your eyes. You looked between Sam and Dean, then down at your bleeding hand, and in a split second you made your decision. You turned and brought your hand up to Crowley’s mouth, and instantaneously you felt him drinking your blood. The pounding in your ears resumed, and you barely heard Sam shouting words of protest behind you.

You pulled your hand away, and the light erupted throughout your entire body. “Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr,” you whispered. Crowley let out a gasp, his eyes flicking to his demonic red, then faded completely back to his human eye color.

“It worked,” you laughed, turning to face your brothers. They looked at you with wide eyes, not daring to move. You had no time to celebrate your victory of the trials, instead a large rumbling echoed throughout the church, and the ground began to crack again.

This time, underneath the cracks in the ground, a hellish light peeked through, eating away at the floorboards. A hole opened up underneath your feet and you jumped back far enough to the edge, opposite of your brothers as your watched with wide eyes as black smoke broke through all the windows of the church, glass shattering everywhere. The sound of hundreds, if not thousands, of demons screamed as they were forced back into hell against their will. The wind picked up harshly and you were thrown back from the portal to hell, losing the sight of Sam and Dean through the smoke.

When every last demon was through the portal, it closed up tightly, no signs of what had just happened anywhere. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, you looked across to your brothers, a smile creeping up on your face.

“I did it,” you whispered, pinching yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Your heart hammered in your chest and you groaned at the pressure, stammering back an inch. Immediately, Sam and Dean were at your side as your legs began to give out, helping you to the ground. “I did it,” you repeated, your voice getting weaker, your eyelids becoming heavier.

“Yeah, [Y/N],” Sam sniffled, “you did it.” He gripped your hand tightly, squeezing it in his large one.

You smiled weakly up at him, using what little strength you had to squeeze his hand back. You looked to your other side to Dean, whose eyes were red-rimmed.

“I’m s-sorry,” you whispered at him, at the both of them.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Dean said, finally looking over your pale form.

“You have to… you have to promise me,” you croaked out, struggling to get out your final words. You coughed, doubling over as it overpowered you. Raising your free hand to your mouth, you coughed up blood into it. “No bringing me back,” you finally said. “I’m at peace.”

“You can’t ask us to do that,” Sam said. You turned to look back at him, smiling sadly at him. You grabbed Dean’s hand with your free hand, feeling your last breaths creep up on you. You could have sworn you’d seen a person standing over Sam’s shoulder, but they had disappeared before your vision could focus.

“I love you both, so much,” you whispered, you eyes falling shut. Your grip on your brothers’ hands loosened, and your chest stopped rising and falling. Your head lulled to the side, your body completely still.

You stood over your two brothers, holding your body in their arms as they wept for you. A cold hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned around with a gasp.

“Tessa,” you said, staring at the reaper.

“[Y/N],” she greeted, a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s time.”

You nodded your head and she stuck out her hand. You spared one last look at your baby brothers, and grabbed her hand in yours, your soul leaving Earth to face judgement. You did not know where you were going to end up, if your final quest was good enough to outweigh all the shit you’ve done in your life.

You knew that Sam and Dean would be okay. They always were without you.

[auroraphilealis]

just a small list of fic recs

Earlier this morning my friends asked for some fake dating phan AU fics and I realized that making a fic rec list might be a good way to show some appreciation for fanfic author appreciation day!

I don’t have all day free like I wish, so I asked my friends for a few smaller catagories that I could shift through and find a few fics to rec from, that way I can get a good mix of fics for people to enjoy, and find as many authors as possible to thank! 

Of course, I can’t possibly have read every fic out there ever, so if you aren’t on here that’s no like, disrespect to you or anything. Every single person whose ever written and posted a fanfic deserves to be recognized and loved for what they’ve produce for us, so just know that I appreciate every single one of you, on or off this list!

To add to this, I tired to pick some older, or smaller works that people may have not seen before to give the authors a little lift if possible :)

Without further ado, below you’ll find some fic recs and author appreciation below !

Fake Relationship:

Our Threadbare Lies - @ramonaspeaks -  Dan is eighteen years old and newly single. He's ready to come out to his family but he thinks it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a boyfriend to help him through it.

This is like one of my all time favorite fake relationship fics of all time. Honestly it was so well done and really realistic and the writing is just superb. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve re-read this fic, (as well as most of the authors other works) because it was just so well done, so thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to the author for all the hard work they put into it! On top of that, it holds really, really close to 2009 timeline (as we know it) and manages to make things work that might not have worked in their AU if they weren’t so smart about it

Maybe, Possibly - @cafephan -  Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

aldjflkas I fucking love this fic so freaking much. I’ve read it like ten million times. Everytime it shows up on my dash I open it to read it again. It’s just really funny and sweet in a strange way, and captures an essence of dnp that I really enjoy. I like how easy it is for dnp to pretend to be together in this fic, and how easy it is for them to then transition to ACTUALLY being together. It’s the perfect kind of non-dramatic get together fake relationship AU ever and I really, really do love it. Again, massive thank you to the author!

friends dont treat me like you do - @internetakeover (i think i got your @ right) -  Why had Dan agreed to this? Pretending to be Phil’s boyfriend at his ex’s wedding had seemed like a nice idea at first, a way to meet some of Phil’s old university friends while helping him avoid humiliation, but already Dan’s on edge. If Dan allows himself to relax for a day, lets himself watch Phil as much as he wants, touch Phil as much as he wants, carry on their flirtatious banter when normally he’d laugh it off... he’s worried about what Phil might see.

I ended up re-reading this after I stumbled across it again just now hahaha I really love this fic. It’s super cute and a little sappy cause WEDDING FIC but that’s what makes it so worth the read. I love that both Dan and Phil realize how easy their relationship is, and the fact that they’ve technically been dating for a long time and that they love each other. I love that they realize this the way that they do, and it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so thank you so much to the author <3

Asexuality

Between Us - @winteredspark who doesnt appear to have a tumblr :( - "I think I'm asexual," Dan breathes against the crook of Phil's neck, blinking back tears.There's a pause, then -"Nice to meet you, asexual. I'm Phil," says Phil.

This is the asexual fic that helped me to realize that I’m asexual and that asexuality is a spectrum that isn’t limited to one version or another. I remember leaving a really long thoughtout comment to the author but I can’t not rec it here as well. It’s just such an amazing asexuality fic and it’s a little bit of a different take not it considering the character exists on a different part of the spectrum than most ace fics portray. I will always be grateful to this author for this fic!

let’s save up for something new - @deletablebird -  Phil wakes up shivering the morning of October 19th, 2009. Today is the day he meets Dan. Fluff, 3.5k

I love this author with my whole heart and I’ve read everything they’ve written lol. This is just a really, really cute and lovely take on 2009 with the asexual aspect included and it really made my heart happy, so thank you so so much for this fic!

Theater

Disguises - @ramonaspeaks -  Phil auditions for a play at a local theater and meets Dan, who spends most of his time acting whether he’s on stage or off.

Again, another fic from one of my favorite authors of all time. This is like my actual favorite theater au of all time. I am completely in love with the whole thing. It feels so real, and their characters are so well fleshed out, and each scene is just actually fantastic. I solidly recommend this one and I am soooo thankful to the author for bringing it into existence!

just touched down in london town - @phanetixs - "Hamilton is actually really nice and the plot is very interesting and okay, well, there’s this guy."In which, London is not as bad in the summer, a cute guy dies considerably in Act III and Phil has actually lucked out for once.

Look not only do I stalk all of this authors fics, but this is one of my all time favorites of theirs. They managed to take an idea that almost seems ludicrous and make it into something not only super hot, but super realistic and really, really, really fun. I absolutely adore this fic and I give you all the kudos my wonderful author. Thank you for writing such a wonderful au!

Which as they kiss, consume - @irrevocablys which for some reason it wont tag you :( -  Dan’s an aspiring actor, and Phil’s so over studying Romeo and Juliet.

This was one of my first theater au’s and I truly adore it. its just like got this super cute undertone to it thats incredibly wonderful? I just love the way the characters interact and the ease and flow of the writing <3 thank you for giving us something so beautful

Supernatural Elements

Ride with the moon in the dead of night - @mooksie01 -Phil seriously needs to buy some allergy medicine or something. Or at least open a window next time he performs a demonic ritual. He wouldn't have thought that one little sneeze could've messed up a spell so bad, but now he has a demon on his hands and only six days to get rid of it before he's stuck with it forever....And maybe the demon is acting like a total cinnamon roll, but Phil is positive that it's all just an elaborate ruse.

ajdlsfkjasdlkjfls omfg I love this fic so much. I actually adore fics with supernatural elements in them and this is one of those fics that always stands out to me. It’s just really hilarious and well written and is just overall a fun take on witch phil. I just, i really love it, and I’m so grateful it exists. Thank you wonderful author <3

Reflections of the Heart - @butterflyphil - “Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

UHM, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS? Lol. I just really freaking love body swap fic and you did such a good job with this fic. it’s honestly just super fun and a little hot and really cute and beautiful overall. I really just, really cant thank you enough for this fic and rec it really really highly!

Vampires & Werewolfs

High - @icandigelvis -  Just the ordinary story of Dan and Phil, except one little detail. Phil isn't human in this one. Expect biting, bickering, playlist live, blood, bad jokes and sex.

ajdslfkjasl listen I love vampire fic and this one is just so good. it’s so true to dnp’s personalities and just like, accurate to who they’d be tbh. And like, the fact that it sticks so close to reality aside from the vampire difference is what makes it even better so thank you so much to the lovely author for writing it. It’s everything I ever needed and more from a vampire fic

Taking Every Chance I’ve Got All - @nagirci - Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

This is like a really older fic that’s from one of the first phandom big bangs but it’s one of my first favorite vampire fics of all time as well and it’s just. really good and really well thought and the collaboration work on it is incredibly flawless. I honeslty would tell anyone to read it at any time because it comes together so well

Sharp Teeth - @theshyauthor -  AmazingPhil is a Youtuber and a vampire and according to Dan Howell, he is the nicest person to exist. From their first meeting in 2009 all the way to that one incident in the elevator at the BBC, this is their story.

Again this is just such a good take on 2009 and the reality of dnp with added vampirism tossed in. Plus the author is a beautiful wonderful person and I really enjoy their writing so its a total please go read this kind of fic x3 Thank you darling for writing something so wonderful <3

be sure to ring the doorbell - @frostbittencheeks -  Dan’s a tired sports reporter, Phil’s a friendly vampire with no real sense of boundaries and a propensity for bad Dracula jokes as well as leaving his unconscious victims in Dan’s kitchen. This isn’t how Dan thought courtship goes, but he’ll take it.

Can you tell I love vampire fics? This one is so well done, I literally re-read it constantly. I love the whole idea behind it, specifically the fact that Phil’s version of courtship is literally ridiculous and he doesn’t even think that they need to talk about it hahahaha I just love how funny and adorable it is and it’s just totally worth a few minutes of your time

a puppy sort of love - @symmetricdnp -  Dan's supposedly a werewolf. Phil has doubts.

I honestly want to beg this person to write me more of this fic cause the permise is just that good. There are so few werewolf fics in the phandom, and especially ones that are this cute, thoughout , and well written. I absolutely adore this fic and I totally rec it to all of you. The author is wonderful, thank you so much for writing this fic <3

Blind

It’s the blue of your eyes, and the way you’re scared, love - @glitteraccent Soulmate (Color)! & Blind!Phil  au 

Okay but like this story always sticks out in my memory and I think on it often. It’s one of my all time favorite soulmate au’s and blind au’s, because it was just structured so well and the characters make your heart fall for them really, really fast. I love this author and tumblr wont tag them, but reblog their fic and give them all the love in the world!

[tccomicarchive]

This is The Rest of The Plot I Wrote

*in stars means thoughts apparently*

Zoe "Oh please. Spare me the lies. You know who i am-my face is plastered all over the universe 'Oh, the new princess just got her title, blah blah blah!'. You were only trying to get rid of me because your a pampered princess turned glorified Captain."

this is under a cut it IS LONG. LIKE HOLY FUCK THIS IS ALOT OF PREPLANNING I DID WOW.

Kait "I'd like to see you in battle, with ACTUAL weapons, instead of cheap mind tricks. Maybe then we'd see who's better."

Zoe "Alright lets cut the small talk, shall we? I was sent here by the council on Ziirav to investigate the 'Great Evil' that may or may not have fled to Earth. You're here for that reason to."

Kait "And?"

Zoe "AND, i think it would prove useful to work together."

Kait pauses, she's let out of Zoes control, and she stands up. She thinks on it, then looks over at zoe. "Isn't the Elven Council corrupt?"

Zoe "Big time. But i'm doing this more so to get away from them, then to do their bidding."

Kait "Well....maybe we can help you with that problem once this 'Great Evil' issue's been dealt with."

Zoe looks up "We?"

Kait "yeah. I already found someone who's on the same mission."

Zoe "Was it that red-haired guy, Petro?"

Kait "Huh? Oh him.....no. And if it was i'd kill myself."

Zoe "Why? He seems nice....if not a bit of a delinquent..."

Kait "He's annoying, and cares too much about people he barely knows." She heads for the door to the hallway. "Coming?"

Floor 2.

Kait knocks on the door marked '26'. A tall lanky girl opens the door, and greats them with a smile, letting them inside.

KP "so.....i take it this is a new addition to our team?"

Kait "How'd ya know?"

KP "Well, she doesnt seem the type to be hanging around you naturally..."

Zoe "And you are?"

Kait "Oh, ya, don't probe her mind." she rolls her eyes.

Zoe "She isn't randomly attacking me. Formalities can thus be used."

Kait slumps down on KP's bed "Whatever."

KP "Katiryna of Klynora," she shakes Zoe's hand "My Earth name is Kirsten."

Zoe "Elziim of Ziirav. Zoe for me." they look at Kait.

Kp "I know NOTHING about you."

Kait "Zineb. Mandorum, Earth is Kait."

KP "So....wait....we're all royal figures in our realms.....thats kind of an odd coincidence dont cha think?"

Zoe "I doubt this was by accident."

KP "What do you mean?"

Zoe "Think about it. We're all sent on the same mission, to the exact same school at the same time, and randomly 'happen' to meet?"

Kait "Actually.....We're still missing someone-if what your saying is true."

KP "Right. Fairy princess.....what was her name again?"

Zoe "Kahna. High strung, high maintenance, high demand for like, every guy EVERWHERE. Mortal enemies with vampire over there." She points to Kait "It wont be easy to get her to believe anything we say."

Kait "Well thats understandable. Fairies have really tiny brains-its all that inbreeding."

KP laughs "That is SO mean!!"

Kait "But its true!" she smiles slightly, stifling a laugh.

Zoe "How are we going to find her?"

a loud shriek is heard just down the hallway. Zoe and Kp look out towards the racket.

Kait ".....You have GOT to be kidding me."

They go down towards the end of the hall, and turn into a giant mess of bags and cheerleaders. There are a few large guys standing there too-holding cheerleader luggage.

Melissa "EW!! These rooms are like, sooooo SMALL!!!"

Court "They aren't THAT bad....I've seen smaller."

Melissa "Ugh, My room back home is like, 3 TIMES bigger than this!"

Court *3 times? Thats it? mines like, at least 6 times larger...* "Well maybe you can have something arranged with the principle?"

KP "OK.....the screechy one is SO her."

Kait "Try the calm, shy one in the corner."

Zoe "What?"

Kait points to court "THAT'S Kahna." Kahna suddenly looks over at the three, seeing Kait pointing to her. Her expressions immediately change from calm and humble, to haughty and angry.

Court "Hold on Melissa, i have to take care of something."

Melissa "Whatever." she continues complaining to the guys nearby.

Court marches towards the three, grabbing Zineb by the arm and draggin her off to the other side of the dorm. Zoe and KP follow close behind.

Court "you.....what are you DOING here?!?!?" she sees Zoe and KP, and realization flashes across her face. "This was supposed to be MY mission!!!" she stomps her heeled boot down in frustration.

KP and Zoe giggle slightly and Kait rolls her eyes. "Well, it looks like your part of a team now."

Chapter 3: Delinquent Dilemma

The four are walking around the school looking for all their classes. Each has run into at least one person from their small Cliques except for Kait.

Court "That was SOOOO embarrassing!"

KP "How was it embarrassing? She seemed nice!"

Kait "That's what Zoe said about Petro."

Court "Who's Petro? OOOO!!! Is he your boyfriend?!"

Kait colours slightly, masking it with embarrassed anger "NO!!!!! We arent even friends! He just likes to show up unannounced and creep me out."

Petro walks up behind her and leans in between the shoulders of her and Court "Miss me?"

They both freak out and move to the sides. Kahna stares at him in horror. "Whats wrong with your HEAD?!?(shes talking about his hair colour) and your FACE-those metal tags!!!"

Petro looks at her, raising an eyebrow, completely unphased by the unintentional insults. "ew, Prep.....AND a cheerleader....."He turns to Kait "You'll hang out with the enemy, and not me?"

Kait "You have NO idea how true that statement is."

They continue walking and Petro reaches around Kait and grabs her schedule.

Court "Why are you so tall?!" she looks up at him, terror and horror worsening on her face.

Petro "Hey, we have the same History class....which is weird-why are you all in a 12 grade course?"

KP "Uh-we all took advanced lessons back home!"

Petro "Riiiiiight....."

Kait snatches her schedule back "We're trying to find the class, if you dont mind?"

Petro "We have Mr. Quan." He takes the front and turns a corner "My third year in a class with him! It's right downt he hall."

Zoe turns back to Kait "See? told you he seemed nice!"

Petro looks around quickly and wiggles the doorknob, opening the door slightly and peering in.

KP "Uhh....shouldnt we wait-"

Petro "SHHHH!!!! I gotta get somethin'" he goes inside, leaving the door open. KP makes a frustrated face and follows him. KAit looks at Zoe with a "really?" expression.

Zoe "Hey. I said delinquent too!"

Kait goes in, following KP, Zoe and Court come to, looking around the large room. Petro's over by Quan's desk, sitting down in the chair and opening drawers, shuffling through them.

KP "OK. This has gone far enough-if your some kind of thief, leave us out of it!"

Petro "Shudap!! I'm just looking for something, gawd. And if your THAT uncomfortable with this, 'Miss Priss', then LEAVE." He yanks at a drawer and it doesnt open.

Zoe blinks, Kait smiles at her evily "OK.....i take back my 'nice' statement...."

Petro digs into his pockets, finally pulling out a small keym pushing it into the lock and turning.

KP "Where did you even GET that?"

Petro smiles deviously "I picked it from Quan this morning when he was setting up the room. He probably doesn't even realize it's gone."

Court "You ARE a thief?"

Petro pulls the drawer open and smiles widely, taking out a small leather book, with odd symbols covering it, and multiple sticky notes protruding from the top and side of countless pages.

Mr. Quan "Oh he realizes." They all spin around, shock on all their faces.

End.

Chapter 4: Mr. Quan

Petro "Heh....sup?"

Quan "Honestly, Mr. Moyaz. you could have waited untill i'd actually gotten back to my room before taking your book back"

Petro "W-well-"

Quan "I took it from you for a reason."

Petro "Ya, I know. But then you forgot to give it back last year, and-"

Quan "And you've been without it all summer, yes i know...."

Petro "What are you trying to protect me from?"

Quan looks up, eyes wide "Excuse me?"

Petro "You heard me. Sir, you keep interfering in anything i do that revolves around magic."

Quan "I-i-"

Petro "Well, just dont bother! Magic isnt real..no matter how much we want to think otherwise.....so seriously. There's nothing to worry about." He gets up and leaves, pushing through the girls and heading back out towards the dorms.

The door closes and the girls turn back to Quan, "Hello, welcome! It's so nice to have historic experts in one of my classes."

Zoe "What do you mean by that?"

Quan "Why dont you tell me?" He taps his right temple with his index and middle finger. When they give him odd expression, he smiles. "It's obvious that todays youths don't get taught in magical histories." He bows deeply "I am High Wizard Quardreer, of Cahll. It's a pleasure to meet you my ladies."

Court "Cahll?! As in the Wizard Realm!?"

The three stare at her in surprise. Kait "Wow....she ACTUALLY knows something..."

Court "Well duh-Cahll is where all the most elegant, charming and handsome boys come from!!" she stares off dreamily. Everyone rolls their eyes.

Zoe "What are you doing here anyway?"

Quan "I was sent by the Wizard Council, Demongus himself, to make sure you four were taken care of. Can't have the next rulers showing up dead now can we?"

(in the background)Court "Who's Demongus?"

Zoe "But your also here for Petro, right?"

Quan leans back against his desk. "I've been here for 12 years. Teaching history, in teh hopes that everything would go as planned and Mr. Moyaz would be brought here for his last three years of school."

KP "Why?"

Quan "I'm to look after him, keep him safe.....make sure that he doesnt loose whatever control he he's got left.....his temper has gotten wrose though....Dire sign of things to come..."

Court "what are you talking about?"

Quan looks up abruptly "Nothing you should be concerned with.....at least not yet....For the moment i need to know that you all realize whats coming, more likely if you fail."

Kait "We dont even know what we're up against here!"

Quan "Im bound to not release such information....that blasted Code...."

KP "So how are we gonna find anything out?!"

Quan "Well....you could always try Shamiroth of Mandorum, Cameela of Ziirav, or Shaal Cantsley of Klynora. A possibility could be Aurelle as well.....but of course she's busy being a Flamean goddess and all." he smiles at Kahna. "Seeing them all would be best, Oh and.....if you can, theres a man in Yarshov(The large jail realm in teh form of a Prison Complex!!), who might be of use." He looks over at Kait "As i remember, your brother may be very useful for getting inside."

Kait "Uh....yeah, we'll.....we'll do that."

end.

Chapter 5: Mandorum

Kait walks out into the grounds, heading for the trio already waiting for her.

Zoe "How'd you get away from Petro?"

Kait "What's that supposed to mean?"

Zoe "I just mean that hes always following you around."

KP "Yeah, he's like a really big,  scruffy, creepy puppy."

Court "a LOVE-STRUCK puppy!!" Kp and Court laugh uncontrollably.

Kait "UGH! You guys, seriously. He doesnt 'love' me!! He just wants to force me to an early, annoyance-induced grave!"

Court "hehe, he wants to force SOMETHING alright!" more laughter from KP and Court, Zoe smiles, trying to keep herself from doing the same. Kait death stares both of them, and they slowly work it down to stifled giggles.

Kait walks past them and spreads her arms out to her sides, closing her eyes. "ZERACONTREL!" a large purple portal opens up, shooting out electrical currents and loud thunder.

KP "Um...are we supposed to trust that? 'Cause honestly, it looks like a spinning vortex of death."

Court "i have to agree..."

Kait "Oh grow up and stop being such Squeebs." she walks towards the portal, when Kahna breaks in.

Court "Why Mandorum first!?"

Kait "Because IM the only one in the group with Captain status-"

Zoe "Uh, technically 'princess' overpowers 'captain'."

Kait "SHH-TSSSSHHHH-SHHEH!" she waits for more giggles to subside. "Either way, im the only one with leadership skills-end of story. We're going to my realm first. Besides.....it's closest."(ya i had realms set up like planets its weird)

They enter and come out into a long grand hallway.

Kait looks around feverishly "DAMN!!! I overshot it-maybe theres still time to-"

BOOM! Kait and Court are encased in a thick glow and then a reverberating sound emmits from their bodies, They collapse to the floor.

Court "You ruined one of my favourite Earth outfits!!!" Kp helps her up.

Kait "well YOU just ended the fucking WAR!!!!"

Zoe "Isn't that a good thing?"

Kait snaps at her "NO! We have no legitimate reason to fight now! And, now we have to go through the peace celebration with all the ugly dresses, dancing and losers in suits." She stomps down the hallways towards the throne room, tearing off the Glamour as she goes.

The others follow close behind, removing their glamours as well. They enter a large room with huge tapestries hangin on the walls. There are guards lining the walls, spears at their sides, ready to be used. A tall, thin guard in a flowing purple cape stands next to the Queen. He stares at them as they enter, his helmet hiding his face in shadows, but a snarl errupts on his face. The royal insignia is embroidered on the cape and he's holding a large scythe, and looks ready to take heads off.

Queen "Daughter! Back so soon?"

The Queen looks young and spry, a pleasant, caring smile pulled tight across her face. A large crown glistens on her head, and an assortment of heavy fabrics and armour make up her dress. The man sitting next to her wears a silver ringlet across his forehead. He's clothed in Dark Gray armour, rose-detailing etched into it. He looks to be at least twice as old as the Queen, and makes no effort at emotion.

Kait kneals, head down low, knowing full well whats coming

Queen "So dearest, how has the mission been so far. I see the other princesses of the great realms are with you-always a good sign!" the Guard rolls his eyes, sighing loudly. The queen slaps his stomach with the back of her hand. "Shush dear." She looks at the others, studying them acutely, and smiles again "Welcome, i'm hopefull that the absense of a sun will not unnerve you?"

Zoe "Shouldn't be a problem your Majesty."

Kait looks over at her father, not wanting to stand up. *Say something father.* a voice enters her head. "How dare you continue to the throne room! You disgrace us by bringing a fairy here, then have the nerve to come see us?"

She blinks quickly glancing at the guard standing beside the throne. Her eyes narrow, and her eyebrows lower. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. he turns away for a second and touches his head.

Kait stands up, still staring at him. "Mother, if you'll excuse me,"

Queen "of course deary!"

Kait "AND Damean?"

The queen looks surprised, as do KP, Court and Zoe. Then she looks back at the guard behind her, back to the group. "Alright." She waves over a small, thin man in a fine outfit. "Would you go fetch Nathan for me? He needs to cover for Damean." the man bows and rushes off through a large set of doors to the right.

Damean slowly walks down the stairs from the throne, along the purple fabric, Scythe still in hand. Instead of coming to attention, waiting to receive orders like a well trained guard, he walks right past Kait, and continues up a set of stairs. Kait follows, a stern look on her face. The others tag along.

The get to a long hallway, and walk down it at a fast pace, turning corners and going down a bunch of stairs finally coming to a circular room. Kait moves in behind some boxes and dissapears. The others look at each other questioningly and go behind the boxes too. A metal hatch lies open and Kait is climibng down a long ladder into a huge room. They follow and stop when they reach the bottom.

It's lit with torches and they have to cross a bridge to get to an area with seats and a fireplace. The bridge crosses a large and deep looking canal filled with bright blue water. A thick, white fog comes from it. They cross and see the guard taking off his helmet, Kait's taken a set at a table with a skull and some bones placed on it.

Damean rips his hair free of the helmet, and stares over at the intruders. Kahna blushes a deep red, her mouth falling open for a second. Damean places the helmet on the table and closes his eyes, bracing for impact.

Kait twitches slightly, and then explodes "YOUR A TELEPATH?!?!?! WHEN THE HELL WHERE YOU GONNA LET ME IN ON THIS, HUH?!?! IM YOUR SISTER I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS!!!!"

he sighs, and opens his eyes, staring at her "I didn't tell you, because i knew you'd react like that. And excuse me, but when were you going to let me know that Nathan's courting you?"

Kait's eye widen, and she goes silent.

Damean "I heard some Privates talking about it......do you REALLY want to lead him on? Or is it because mum will never approve?"

Kait "What does it matter if she approves? and who says im doing that?"

Damean "It matters because she's still going to be around when you take the throne. And last i checked, Leading people on is what you do when you make them think they have a chance. You DO realize it can never work right?"

Kait "What are you talking about?"

Damean "You know full well what the King's position is in the royal family. The one upstairs is our biological father sure, but Mother ruled with others before him. She's made the mistake your going to make.....She fell in love, and made him King. Now when he dies she'll fall into a state of despair. you'll need to take the throne early, and find a suitable man to be your king, to foster the next generation of royalty. And of course, you being you, you'll choose your precious Nathan! When he dies, you'll die-inside."

She stares angrily at him, tears welling up in her eyes. His anger fades and he gives her a sympathetic look. "Im just worried about you. Tell him your not interested next time you two speak.....just tell him that....Captains can't have affectionate relationships with a member of their squad, er something....k?"

Kait stays silent, turning away from him. He sighs and sits down noticing the other three. "So....why did you freaks even come here?"

KP "WE'RE the freaks? at least our realms all have Sun's to keep our Moon's company!"

Damean "BLAH, blah blah." he puts his feet up on the table, and holds his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.

Zoe comes over and pushes Dameans feet off the table, snapping his eyes open. "We need your help."

Damean looks at her for a second "Why should i help you? I dont even help my SISTER most of the time!"

Zoe "Right, sure you dont-we need to talk to a 'Shamiroth'? Any ideas?"

Damean looks at her and over at Kait "So Zee, more things your hiding from me huh?"

Kait "This is MY mission, not yours, i dont need to give you ANY information!"

Damean breathes out heavily, looking back at the others-they've all come over and are sitting down at the table. "The Shamiroth is a kingly figure, leader of a bunch of Shadow Spirits in the Un-Temphs."

KP "Un-Temphs?"

Damean "Undergrounds temples shrowded in complete and utter darkness. Unless you want to be found and killed, having night vision is a must."

Zoe "But Zineb's royalty, if we go in there with her in our midst wouldnt they keep their distance?"

Damean laughs "Yeah, right! They were the original inhabitants of Mandorum, we came here and made buildings and life on top of their rocks. It was supposed ot work otu well-us living above ground, them living under it, they werent using the space anyway. But of course, the pompous morons decided they didnt want us ANYWHERE NEAR them. They've been waiting for a chance to start a war for a while. Killing off the princess heir would be a nice way of starting it."

KP "So then how are we gonna get in to talk to him?"

Damean "you ARENT. Shamiroth is the worst of the bunch. You're all gonna stay away from him and his little minions. I don't care WHAT your looking for, if all of you die a huge war will break out between all of our realms. Everyone will be eradicated EVERYWHERE." He gets up and puts his helmet back on, marching up toward the ladder. "I have to get back to duty, Nathan cant stand still, so he must be dieing up there right now." He climbs the ladder, and Kahna watches every second, eyes glazed over, still blushing.

They all sit in awkward silence for awhile, KP looks over at Kait, and puts a hand on her shoulder. Kaits head snaps up at her and she jerks free "What?"

KP "Nothing-just.....nothing."

Another silence. Kait "Well.....coming here was a complete waste."

Zoe "Not necessarily....." they all look up at her. "We could always disregard what Damean's told us....go anyway. We are descendants of the original Protectors afterall; being rebellious is what we do!" she smiles, hoping to lift their spirits. It ultimately works as a large and evily devious smile slowly forms on Kaits face. KP and Court smile too.

end.

Chapter 6: Vera's Blessing.

The four are standing outside a large Cave entrance, pillars and columns line the walkway. Kait walks forward, pushing the heavy metal gate open and walks inside. The others follow, and KP lights the passage with her staff. They all look back at her.

KP "If they come for us, they come for us. We'll worry about it if it happens."

they all smile and keep going. The trip is long and countless times they stop to look around, thinking they've heard something.

Finally they come to a set of hallways and rooms. They stop and lookc around. Kait chews her lip, staring down each hallway.

Court "where now, oh glorious leader?"

Kait "i.....I dont know, ok? I've never been down here before....."

Cronin "Zee?"

Kait looks to her right, and a small shadowy figure floats towards her, he's smiling goofily, and hugs her. "What are you doing here? Vampires aren't aloud in the caverns!"

Kait "We're looking for Shamiroth. do you know where he is?"

Cronin "Father? Why?"

Kait "Cronin, just trust me, we need to talk to him."

Cronin "I dont think that's possible....I'll go find him, go down that passage, you'll come ino his throne room. Guards can't attack you in there-too many valuables could get caught in the crossfire!" he floats off at a fast pace down the hallway he came from and they go down the hall he pointed out.

Zoe "Who was that?"

Kait "Cronin. I saved him from some of our guards when he came to the surface to explore. It was a few years ago..."

KP "And he's the kid of the 'Great and Fearsome' Shamiroth? Seriously, this guys credit is just dwindling away!"

"GET THEM!!!" a loud voice comes from behind them, and they spin around, seeing a group of shadow guards rushing down the hallway towards them.

Kait "RUN!!" they bolt down the hallway, the large doors coming closer. They get inside and come face to face with more guards. Kait pulls her sword out and puts in a ready position, but before she can do anything a booming voice shouts "STOP!"

The guards all vanish and the four look up at a large shadowy demonic figure. Cronin is floating next to him, smiling with relief.

Kait smiles gratefully and puts her sword back in its sheath.

Shamiroth "My son demanded that i let you all live. Why are you here, Princess?"

Kait walks forward, "We were told by a High wizard to talk to you about the 'Great Evil'....."

Shamiroth "Ahhh that...." he gives Kait a peculiar look and floats back towards a large curtain "Come."

They all exchange glances and follow him.

Shamiroth "Your people think i would kill you if you came anywhere near here....so i take it they dont know you've come?"

Kait "Of course not."

Shamiroth "Good, good. You not like the past queens.....too much like the first one."

He opens the curtains and they arrive in a large room full of weapon replicas, armour, suits, dresses, and countless antique items. A huge statue looms over everything in the middle of the room. The statue features a built woman roaring up at the sky, giant leathery wings spread out over her head, a giant sword in one hand and a huge shield in the other.

Their mouths drop open and Kait drops to the floor, kneeling in respect.

Shamiroth "The great Vera was one of the original forces used to lock him away. We're hoping that since you are a direct descendant of Vera, that you will take in the responsability of taking care of both sides of Mandorum. Your mother and queens before her have neglected us. Bring honour back to your people."

Kait stands up "I swear to you i will. I'll never follow in their footsteps."

Shamiroth "good." He grabs her wrist and it sizzles for second. She rips free and stares down at a blood red symbol on the bottom of her wrist.

Kait "Vera's Blessing..."

Shamiroth "You are now bound by your word, and are given free passage in the Caverns."

Kait ".....wow....."

KP "We still need information."

Shamiroth turns his gaze on her, and reaches his hand upward to a high shelf near the ceiling. An old scroll comes down to him and he hands it to them. "Go back to the castle, get some rest, and leave in the morning. Don't let anyone know you have this."

KP "what...is it?"

Shamiroth "A bit of help. You'll need a necromancer to translate it for you though. Keep it safe."

He fades and a boulder moves, moonlight streaming into the room.

End.

Chapter 7: Ziirav

Court, KP and Zoe are outside a door, standing in a long hallway. Court's knocking furiously, "C'mon Zee!!! We don't have all day!!!!" They wait another while and Court stomps her foot down again.

Damean comes around the corner and sees them, a look of surprise on his face. He comes over to them, holding his helmet in his arms "You're still here?"

Zoe "We're waiting for Zineb."

Damean "But she's not in there...."

Court "Then where is she!?"

Damean "In the courtyard. She broke it off with Nathan, and their fighting with sharp, pointy weapons to ease the pain." He marches off down the hallway, turning the corner.

The three are about to go down and see Zee, when she walks up and sees them "'Bout time. I've been training all morning, waiting for you guys!"

Court "Well we've been waiting for YOU all morning!"

Kait stares at her. "You suck at making sense. ANYWAY." She looks over at Zoe "Well?"

Zoe "OH, right...." <input portal word here>

The portal opens, its small and circular, glowing a bright blue with a circuit board design floating through it. She walks through and teh others follow, they come out on a sidewalk in a large city.

They look around in awe, mystified by the tall buildings and advanced technology. Zoe takes the lead heading down a street towards a tree filled area in the distance.

Zoe "Hurry up-maybe we can get into the woods before they know im back!"

Kait "Before WHO knows you're back?"

Zoe turns around looking up into teh sky, the others follow her gaze and their mouths drop open.

KP "What is that thing?" a large circular opject is floating above them, its very large and gusts of air protrude from underneath it. One very tall sir, in a tall hat is standing on it, with four other men, all clad in skin tight armour. They rush off the hovercraft and grab onto the four, brining them aboard.

They all struggle but Zoe breaks into ther minds. *Don't struggle, it just makes things worse.* They go still, letting the guards take them wherever their going.

<-- All in Head

Zoe "I guess you guys wanna ask about this huh?"

Kait "When were you gonna tell us that you're a wanted criminal!?"

Zoe "Who said I was that?"

Kait "Start explaining."

Zoe "No time, not right now."

---->

"We're here." They all look down at the large Dome of a building below them. The hovercraft is still heading forward, but it's sinking towards the earth as well.

It gets to a small platform and they're escorted off by the guards. They go inside, following the elven man in the tall hat down a long hallway. They come out in a large circular room, there are seven men sitting at a long rounded podium, elevated above everything else. The man in the middle stares down at them, there's a hint of disgust on his face.

Valfross "Princess, back so soon? You've barely been gone 2 weeks!"

A young boy-about their age-with straight, golden blonde hair and bright turqoise eyes suddenly looks up, seeing Zoe. His back straightens and a small blush enters his cheeks. Kahna smiles over at Zoe in an odd way, and Zoe rolls her eyes, stepping forward.

Valfross "Your mission is incomplete-AND compromised, it appears."

Zoe "High Chancellor Valfross, excuse my unannounced return. My mission is going well, but we were grouped together and sent back to our realms to-"

Valfross puts his hand up, a gesture of silence, and smiles like a Raptor "Princess," He drags the words out, as if trying to seduce her with them "No need for explanations." the blonde boy looks next to him, staring up at Valfross intently. He doesn't look happy. "You ARE the heir to the throne after all, excuses and words aren't really your forté."

The blonde boy says something under his breathe("Disrespectful Prick"). The council leader slaps him in the back of the head, hard.

Valfross "What was that m'boy?" The boy mumbles "I didn't here that." The boy looks up at him, his brows lower and come together.

Lucien "I said nothing. nothing at all, council head."

Valfross "Of course you didn't. Now princess, i'll let you go....do whatever it is princess types do, but keep those mongrels of yours under control." He smiles and ushers them out without even waitign for a response. They stand on the platform, all look uneasy and stare at Zoe.

Kait sits down on a nearby bench, Kahna sits next to her. "So. Do we have time for talk now?"

Kahna "Why were they so mean to you?"

KP "Not 'They'. Just that Valfross guy."

Zoe looks out over the platform, her lips are pressed tightly together, and she closes her eyes. "Not everything is sunshines and rainbows guys. And in politics, the people you want to lead the world, the people who can do so much good, rarely get in. If they do, it's always in low positions."

Kait "That doesn't explain the lack of respect for you. On Mandorum-"

Zoe "This isn't Mandorum....Or Klynora, or Flamea.....this is different. We have a council that decides everything-a government, instead of a court of Royals. The Royal Family is more for show than anything else. I'm a trophy, not a person."

They all go silent. The doors to the court house open and the blondey walks out. He looks like he's going to wrap Zoe in his arms, but she turns and leaves. His sympathetic smile dies almost immediately, and a look of worry sprints across his face. He rushes after her. "Ellie!"

KP "'Ellie'?" Kahna temps a smile and Kait shrugs.

Zoe stops, sitting down and swinging her legs out over a tall building that rests underneath the Council's Dome. She stares out over Ziirav and takes a long breathe. Lucien slows to a walk and sits down next to her. He doesn't touch her, but sits straight, eyes closed, breathing steadily.

Zoe looks up at him from her slump. The wind ruffles his hair, and the worry makes him look peacefully morbid. Zoe smiles slightly. *You're the embodiment of perfection for all my friends. But you just don't do it for me.*

Lucien *I know...*

Zoe *Then why do you keep trying?*

Lucien pauses, he opens his eyes and looks over at her. *I don't know.* He smiles and stands up. He sees the others coming and bows to them perfectly, walking back to the Domed Council Chambers.

Court "So.....Who's Cutey McModel over there?"

Zoe "That's Lucien. If the Royals were still in charge, there would have been an arranged marriage between us."

KP "That's not so bad-he seems to really care about you."

Zoe "He's just like his father. That's whats wrong with him."

KP "Who's his father?"

Zoe looks up. "High Chanceloor Valfross isnt the head of the Council. He's a runt, second in command, handles all the lesser problems." She points to a long screen situated on the side of a sky scraper. There's a tall man with turqoise eyes and a menacing stare. His white hair is combed perfectly to the side. "THAT's the council head. Luciens father, Supreme Chancellor Malthez."

KP "Scary guy..."

zoe "No kidding. Lucien's had a crush on me for years, he cares and he acts real sweet and innocent, but he isn't. I've seen the murderous traits of his father in him."

KP "Murderous?"

Kait "Literally, or-"

Zoe "Literally. You can see the thoughts running through his eyes-like when Valfross acted rude to me." She gets up and looks over at the four. "We should get going. The forest is dangerous at night."

end.

Chapter 8: The Bog-Shack

They set off into the woods, walking along a cobbled path. Many archers smile and bow as they pass.

KP "So you guys have a mix of technology and nature.....cool."

Zoe "It's not a mix. It's a war, and technology is winning."

KP "Well....uh...th-that sux..."

Zoe leads them into knee deep bogwater. It's brown and mushy. court stops and doesnt come anywhere near the bog. She stands on the edge, her arms folded across her chest and a pout across her face.

They stop and stare at her. KP "What's wrong?"

Court "I'm NOT going in there."

Zoe "Why not?"

Court "Its wet, and icky and it'll totally ruin my outfit!"

Kait "Oh thats it. your comin'!" she grabs Court around the waist and pulls her into the mush. They both topple into it, head first, it splatters all over KP and Zoe.

Kait gets up, laughing spaztically. KP and Zoe join in and Court stands up, the mud is all over her and Kait. She screams and they all cover their ears. It stops and she loocks down at her clothes.

Court "They're ruined!"

Kait "Oh lighten up."

Court "Me? You, miss Queen of Darkness, is telling ME to 'lighten up'?!"

Kait "Yeah, pretty much." She throws a fist full of mudd at courts face, then turns around and starts to walk in the direction Zoe was going. A bunch of mudd hits Kait in the back of the head. She turns around and looks at Court, who's got a huge smile on her face.

Court "If anyone knows balls, it's ME!" she stops and a huge shock of deep red comes across her face "No wait-that came out wrong!!" the others laugh at her and a mudd battle breaks out.

Zoe blocks some shots thrown her way, everyones laughing. She trips on a root and falls back into the bog water, covering herself more in mudd. She looks up and sees a shack hidden by the gunk she fell through.

Zoe "Uhh......guys?"

They all come over, peering into the small space. It's a cavern.

KP "Way to go Ellie!"

Kait "Yeah, you pulled a Kahna!"

Court "Hey! i havent tripped and found anything yet!" She marches forward into the cave, tripping over another stray root. "Ptoo! Scratch that..."

Zoe "Yeah, there are roots all over the place, try to be careful."

Court "You could've warned me beforehand!"

Zoe helps her up "sorry!"

KP slides some much over the way they came in.

Kait "What are you doing-thats just gonna block our exit!"

KP "It'd also keep the hermit who doesnt wanna be found happy, and in a mood other than KILL."

Kait "Right....good idea." They continue towards the shack.

Court "Why are we even going here?"

Zoe "Because Cameela is a swamp witch. It would make sense to stay by yourself in a bog-yknow, away from people can report you?"

Court "Ugh....this is so dumb."

KP and Zoe giggle and Kait rushes up to the house, knocking on the door.

Zoe " you're in a rush."

Kait "It's gettign dark, you said this place was dangerous when that happens."

Court "Chicken."

Kait "Idiot. Im being smart. I dont wanna get into any more fights-"

the door opens and a crack rings through the air, a flash sends Kait flying back into the mud.

court "What the heck was that?!"

KP "Magic." she rushes forward and into teh house. The door closes as Court comes in behind her. "Oh this is bad"

Kait gets up "What just happened?"

Zoe "Kahna and Kat went inside the shack."

Kait "And left us out here to fend for ourselves."

Zoe "Im more worried about them. Cameela is powerful."

inside the house, Kahna and Kat are standing in complete and horific silence. They look around.

KP "What should we do?"

Court "uuuuuhhhhhh-" She sees a hatch on the floor down the hallway "Floor Hatch! It must lead to a basement!" She runs over to it.

KP "Why should we go down there?"

Court "Have you never watched a horror movie?" KP stares at her "Well, the bad guy is always in the basement." She tugs at the hatch but it wont budge.

KP "It's blocked by a magic Barrier. I could disable it given some tim-"

Court "I got yer 'Magic Barrier' right HERE!" she blasts off a large fire ball. It hits the hatch and blows it to smithereens. KP looks at the charred remains "good job!" She goes down through the hatch, Court follows. They come across a woman leaning over a spellbook with a large cauldron on the floor. Theres steamy orange mush bubbling out of it.

She quickly looks up and shuts the book.

KP "Oh, no no. It's ok....we just ummm-"

Court "Your shack is eating our friends!"

Cameela "Oh goodness!" She slaps a wall near her "Dont eat people!" The shack gurgles and Kait and Zoe drop in on them. They get up, Kaits sword is still drawn and they both look horrified.

Cameela "Oh you poor dears! Jeffrey does that sometimes....im gonna have to get him fixed..."

Zoe "You wouldnt happen to be Cameela, would you?"

Cam "Yes-you've heard of me?"

Zoe "Well of course. Your the elven sorceress who went missing 12 years ago."

Cam "12 huh? It has been a long time, hasnt it?"

Zoe "Everyone thinks your dead."

Cam "Well good. I dont want those pompus snobs bothering me!" She laughs and sits down, four chairs materialize behind the girls. "Have a seat, girlies! I figure a wizard sent you for something.....important?" She smiles

zoe "Quardreer sent us. We need to know about the supposed 'Great Evil' thats recently broke out."

The smile fades. "He's an elf. His name is Cazath, he's the only one of his kind left."

KP "You guys are elves though..."

Cam "Cazath is a Karez,"

Zoe "An Ancient? But thats not possible. they were all wiped out by an army of Dragon Creatures."

Cam "By their own. One elf, with unimaginable power. You four are the new Protectors, yes?"

Kait "Well who else would we be?"

Cam "May Aeliive's barriers keep you safe. You won't survive....not against Him."

end.

Chapter 9: Klynora

Kait sits up, lookign over at Zoe. court is fast asleep but KP nudges her awake. They sit on the beds, and start getting ready to leave.

Kait "I find it strange that we havent seen your parents yet."

Zoe "you probably wont, considering the fact that we're leaving for Klynora now."

Court "Why do we have to leave so EARLY?!"

KP "It's 11 o'clock, how is that early?"

Court "Mreh..."She falls back on her bed.

KP "I have to warn you guys. My grandfather is WAY into parties and celebratory feasts. So when we get there, and he sees us all together, he'll probably call for one or both."

Kait "Yum. I'm liking your grandfather already."

KP "Yeah, he's great." <insert portal word here>

The portal opens up, its an oval with a sandy brown colour. Festive music is flooding in through it and everyone smiles and cheers up. They walk through only to stand in the middle of a torn down area. Everything is dead. The smiles fall from their faces.

Kait "Not what i expected." She puts her hands over her head and her skin starts to burn "DAMNIT!!!!"

KP "Shit!" She hits the pink orb at her side and magic floods out of her hands towards Kait. She's now incassed in a purple glow. "There. That should protect you from the suns rays."

Court "how come Zee didnt burn up in Ziirav?"

Zoe "Kahna, it was overcast the entire time we were there...."

Court ".....oh....."

They continue on "What did this, Kat?" zoe looks worried.

KP "I think i know...but its not possible, he's locked up."

A thin man with long black hair rushes up to KP, they hug. "Kat, your back! Your Grandfather will be so happy!"

KP smiles and then it fades "Alec, what happened here?"

Alec's eyes dim "The Metal-Eater got free, started spewing the stuff everywhere, ate through all our gear. It took the council to shut him down."

<----in the BG

Kait "does EVERY realm but Mandorum have a council?!"

Court "Pretty Much!"

------>

KP "Is he locked up again? will he get out again?"

Alec "Yes. he's been secured in a new location. We decided that keeping something like him here was a bad idea."

Kait "So then where IS this 'Metal-Eater' guy?"

Alec "A place where he can do no one anymore harm." They all exchange glances. "Now come! Shaal Cantsley(KP's grand dad) will be glad to see his new Protectors have arrived. Especialy, in the presence of his Granddaughter!" Alec leads the way out of the ruins and into a tropical, populated place. Numerous morphers are walking and greet them with a smile and bows.

Zoe "good to know Royalty is actually trusted here."

KP "It's a relief isn't it?"

They keep going untill they reach a large building made of the sand itself. Stone pillars line the walkway. They get inside, massive and detailed mozaics line the walls and floors. A river be runs through either side of the hallway.

Shaal "Granddaughter!" An old man is standing at the top of the staircase infront of them. He's wide set, with a long beard thats tucked into his belt. His hair poofs out from under a hood. He's with two other men of similar styles, one is tall and lanky, he looks humble and thoughtful. The other is pointy, with a strict face and straight back.

Kat runs up the stairs and embraces Shaal in a big hug. The two old guys leave and Shaal shows the girls to a large, black room. The only light comes from floating candles scattered throughout the room.

They sit down in the middle of the room, surrounding a small pit. Shaal stand at the Head of the group.

Zoe "You know why we're here"

KP "So who is he.....Cazath i mean."

Kait "What exactly did he do?"

court "And how do we fit into all this?"

end.

Chapter 10: The Protectors

Shaal "Cazath. The name sends shivers, yes?" They nod, and smile uneasily-all except Kait. He points to her. "You. You need to loosen your emotions."

Kait "I doubt that'll happen."

Shaal "you all must work together, any small emotional contact will help improve your abilities. If you are linked, fending off Cazath will be that much easier." He looks down at the pit. "Now, you should see the face behind the evil." He places his hands at shoulder height, stretched out over the pit, the room rumbles and a huge blast of yellow energy explodes from the pit. It engulfs everything in an unavoidable light. Shaal controls it with his hands, forming images of Dragons and undead creatres, theres an elf in the middle of the room.

He's tall and thin, with muscled arms. his face is long and pointed, and his fingers have an extra joint. His eyes are similar to the dragon's.

Shaal looks at teh girls, they stare on with glazed eyes.

Zoe "He IS an Ancient."

Shaal "Not as impossible as it seems, is it?"

Court "What about us?"

Shaal "You all play a more important role than you think."

Kait "Oh great, so we're like....'Chosen Ones' er somethin'?"

KP "No. We're descendants, right grandpa?"

Shaal "Precisely. Descendants of the original Protectors."

Kait "Why didnt they succeed? Why is Cazath still alive, they should've done away with him!"

Shaal "It is not our way to kill those with such power. At least it wasnt." He looks regretful, and the mist clears. "The past protectors locked him up so as to find a cure for his madness."

Zoe "But no cure came."

Kait "You can't cure stupid, or evil, or different. What were they thinking."

Shaal "What makes you tihnk they were acting of their own minds? They were messangers of the people, they worked for what their rulers wanted."

Kait "So basically, this is all the fault of the Councils!" she smiles, and the others stare.

Shaal smiles "The councils weren't installed untill later. The 5 Protectors-"

Zoe "4." Everyone pauses. "The texts say 4, so do all the elders and ancient writings."

Shaal "My dear, The Milky Way, that entire universe of space that Earth resides in is a realm in itself. One of 5 protectors from the most powerful realms of existance. The texts lie."

As he says this he motions with his hands, and five figures appear before him. "Aeliive, Aurelle, Vera, Habibah....and Damien."(I DONT KNOW WHY THATS HIS NAME. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THERE IS ALREADY A DAMEAN IN THIS SERIES WTF YOUNGER ME.)

Court "Why does that guy look so familiar?

Kait(under breathe) "He looks like Petro..."

KP "So....why would the texts lie? Why have you kept this from me!"

Shaal "...We felt that telling you before he escaped would result badly."

KP "You knew he'd escape?"

Shaal "Our Se'ers did, yes."

Zoe "So why are you telling us this now?"

Shaal pauses "You will be going back to Earth soon, yes?"

Court "AFTER we go to Flamea!"

Shaal "Then you must find out everything. At least everything we can offer you. I can't discuss it at length, but you must travel to Yarshov and seek out Cazath's cell. Try to locate any clues as to how he escaped-and dont be found out."

KP "but-"

Shaal "Leave in the morning."

end.

Chapter 11: Break In

They're in their room-sections divided for them-getting ready for their next day.

Court "Is it just me or is everyone we talk to scared of Cazath?"

Kait "No shit Kahna. He brutally killed off his own people."

Zoe "im more disturbed that no one is giving us complete answers. It's like they dont trust us."

KP "Maybe they dont."

Everyone goes silent.

KP "I mean, look at us! We're kids, we cant even get along with eachother most of the time. how are we supposed to fend off a great and powerful evil like Cazath? Can anyone?"

They stare at their feet, still silent. They look over at Kait, she has her thinking face on and chews her bottom lip.

Zoe "Whats wrong?"

Kait "That redhead...The 5th Protector...Damien....he....he reminds me of Petro."

No one says anything "I know.....it sounsd stupid, but they look so similar...."

Court "Maybe its just a coincidence?"

Kait "Its not. Quan didnt tell us about him and theres a reason why."

KP "We'll worry about that when we get back to Earth. For now we have to find a way into Yarshov."

Zoe "Quan said something about your brother, Zee?"

court "Cant we do this on Flamea?"

Kait "No. I dont even wana go there, Damean definately wont show."

Court "Well hes gonna have to. hes part of the Royal Family, and the Princess Ball is in a few months!"

Kait "bleck."

KP "So how are we gonna get ahold of ihm?"

Kait "already have. He'll be waiting for us there."

They sit down-two to a bed-and clasp hands.

Court "What are we doing?"

Zoe "Opening the portal to Yarshov. We cant get there unless we work together though.

They all close their eyes and focus, then they opent eh portal. Its dark, rusty red, and screams are heard from the other side. They stand up and file through the portal.

They come out the other side to see Rusty red grit below them. They look up to see a huge metal gate, a large black, grey and red building and a lone man in a purple, hooded cloak. The sky crackles with thunder.

Damean turns around and comes toward them, "Where have you been? I've stood here for 30 minutes, WAITING! Do you honestly think i have this time to waste?"

Kait "Oh please-You'd probably just use your breaks to hit on chicks who don't know better-Like Kahna!" Court's face turns red immediately, and she gets really shy.

Damean "UGH-it doesnt matter!" He throws them each a cloak similar to his own "Put these on and follow me." He walks up to the gates and slides something from a pant pocket swiping it through a detector. The heavy doors creak open and the five-sum walk through and up the path towards the Prison Complex.

Guards in spikey, closed off armor let them through without a glance. They go down a long hallway and down flights of stairs. They finally go to an area called "Block 11-D" underneath is a sign saying "Danger, Do Not Pass". They go into 11-D and head to the end of the hallway each cell is blocked by lazorgrids and a thick metal door.

They get to the end of the hallway and turn to the cell on the right. The lazors are off and the door is bent and scorched, placed at an odd angle. KP stops them from moving.

KP "Don't go in, not yet." She takes off a ring and holds it in her fisted palm, touching the pink orb at her hip. The ring grows into a staff and she holds it out infront of her, scanning the room. "You can go now, just try not to move anything." They go in, KP is still processing.

As soon as Zoe crosses the threshold, her hands fly to her head, and she closes her eyes. Court and Kait spin around.

Court "OMG!"

Zoe "Guh-" She backs out of the room, Damean helps her, and gets her focus back. "Magic. Definately magic-not Cazaths, this feels like.....like I dunno, but its not wizardry."

KP opens her eyes "Blac Magic. Its Shamans work, not clan either. Earthling."(oooooh boy me. yikes)

They all stare at eachother, feeling the tension wash over them. Kait stares around the room, everything is charred and melted, things are half stuck in walls and portions of the cell are gone. "A human did this?"

end.

Chapter 12: Flamea

Court reaches her hands out and speaks the portal word(TRAHOOLAMUNGAH!), it opens up just as Damean's Mandorum portal does. Thei still inside the complex. He goes through and it shuts behind him. Then the four walk into Flamea-after putting another protection around Kait of course.

The portal is a fiery red, and gusts of warm air pour out of it. Flamea is very warm, grounds of orange grass and cobblestone roads. Carriages help fairies get to and fro. There are volcanoes in the distance and forests of orange and red trees spread throughout.

They hail a carriage and get in.

Kait "Why do you have wagons carrying you everywhere? Your a fairy, you people can fly!"

Court "Flying is like running, it gets hard and stupid after awhile!"

Kait "Uh huh.....how the HELL did you people resist our forces for so many years?!"

They get out and walk up towards a giant marble castle, it looms over everything and has vast gardens lined up infront of it. They go inside, walking up the stairs and heading to the back of the building. They descend a humongous pair of stairs into the back gardens, white fowers are everywhere.

Kait whispers to Zoe and KP "Did someone die?" they giggle and court runs out towards a man and woman. She huges them enthusiastically. They're both in white. "Mom, Dad, I'm back! It's just for a night, but im BACK!"

Kait whispers again "why are we even here? Quan said that Aurelle wouldnt help us!"

KP "The night before we left, she got a lettre from her parents."

Court "So, whats going on?"

Zoe "Everythings decorated in white and faded pinks-this must mean something good."

The kind and queen glance at eachother, smiling happily. "Your brothers getting married!"

Court stares blankly for a second. "T-to who?"

They look over towards a young, beautiful man with sandy brown hair, He's in a white suit, standing next to a shapely, gorgeous woman with a cheerful smile. They're holding hands.

Court "I-i.....think....thats......GREAT..!!! I....I have to go show them to they're rooms...." she runs up towards them and drags them up the stairs and inside. She rushes into a humongous room the size of Cameela's shack and flops down on a huge bed near some windows.

KP "Kahna, is something wrong?"

Court "EVERYTHING IS!!! I get a lettre from my parents talking about good, happy news, and then i find out my brother is going to wed the girl i hate!"

Zoe "She seems ni-"

Court "STOP! Everytime someone says that, that person ends up being NOT NICE! So shuttup. nothing is going to make this better."

KP "Well....if you arent happy here, we could always go see if we can contact Aurelle!"

court "I guess.....At least it would get me away from my brother and his stupid bride-to-be."

end.

Chapter 13: Aurelle's Altar

They're standing outside a small temple, made of marble as well. They walk inside and head for the large altar in the center of the room. Court goes towards it and claspses her hands together, closing her eyes. The others stand back.

Kait "Do either of you know the Flamean prayers?"

Zoe "Nope."

KP "uh-uh."

Kait "I dont know them in english, and i wouldnt be able to speak the fairy language, but ive heard it in war."

They both look at her. Theres no anger on her face, almost regret. There's a huge silence and nothing happens. Court opens her eyes.

Zoe "Well?"

court ".....Nothing. aurelle isnt answering, she must be busy with something..."

Kait "Or someONE."

KP "That sux....we'll have to come back later, its getting dark and we have to get back to Earth in the morning."

end.

(wait that was a chapter? me. thats nothing. cmon now)

Chapter 14: Ambush

Their back in the garden, with joint hands

KP "OK, dont think about anything but Earth, the portal should take us back to the place we left." They all close their eyes and open the portal. Its a misty blue with green and white shocks. They smile and walk through, only to end up in a cave.

Right before them is a metallic, two-headed snake - its blasting an acidic, green-yellow liquid at a metal door. A man in a dark cloak is standing behind it, a smile on his face.

Cazath "Just a bit more. We'll have the amulet once your through." He looks over at them "ahhh....the new protectors, so young and breakable." He lifts a hand towards them and they all go flying back.

They hit the wall hard, and Cazath points his opened hand at the portal, clenching hard. It closes abruptly, and he smiles, holding his arms behind his back. He comes towards them at a slow, gentle pace, Elegantly drifting over the rocks and rubble in his path.

Cazath "I've been expecting you."

They sit up, looking at him with fear. Kait puts on an angry face and draws out her sword, barelling towards him, yelling.

He steps aside, gripping her left arm and lifting her up into the air. At the same time, his other arm comes toward her, fast. Energy pushes her back into the wall, small cracks are heard. She falls and lies limp on the floor. The others go over to help her.

Cazath laughs "Really, I was hoping for something more impressive."

Zoe turns her head to look at him, her eyes glowing. His eyes light up and the background fades, as well as everyone else. Zoe stands up slowly "You're a telepath."

Cazath "All the Ancients are. We have immense power, you and I."

Zoe "But I'm not-"

Her eyes widen and roll back in her head, she crashes to the ground. Court is about to attack, but KP stops her.

Cazath "Smart girl. You all need more practice." He walks back over towards the metal door, which has been melted, motioning with his hand. A small pouch comes out and lands in his hand, fabrics and clothing, other trinkets(Talismens, rings, etc.) Float out and file onto his arms and into a pouch at his side. "I'll let you go this time, and possibly next time to."

KP "Next time?"

Cazath smirks "Hm. Of course. It'll be much too soon for any of you to reach my levels of power." He turns, the snake following him. Then he opens up a huge portal, to a grey, destroyed world. "But after that. Well....I won't be holding back." He gracefully walks through the portal. It closes behind him.

They sit in the dark cave, staring blankly out infront of them. The four exchange worried glances.

end.

Chapter 15: The Amulet

Kait is sitting in History, sketching in her notebooks; swords, warriors in-fight, Cazath. Someone behind her pokes her back with a pencil, she turns slightly, seeing Petro giving her a look.

<-- Whispers

Kait "What?"

Petro "you OK? You look horrible."

Kait "Gee thanks. And again, why do you care?"

Petro "W-why does that matter? And honestly, I think i have the right to know if one of my goths been beat up." He motions to the bruises and cuts on her skin, then looks over at Zoe, KP and Court, who are similarly messed up. "What exactly were you guys doing last week?"

Kait blanks, eyes wide *Gotta lie...but what do I say?*

Someone taps abruptly on Kaits desk with a ruler. Petro whitens, quickly going back to scribbling down notes. Kait spins around, staring directly at Mr. Quan. He looks angry "If your going to talk in my class, at least do it discreetly." He marches back up to the front of the room, continuing his lecture on Queen Elizabeth.

Kait turns back to Petro "Now look what you-" she stops, staring at a large amulet strung around Petros neck. "When did you-"

the bell rings and they all file out.

Whispers -->

Petro gets up and heads out of the class, seemingly not having heard Kait. She gets up and runs after him, passing by a confused Zoe, KP and Court. They follow her and catch up in mid-conversation.

Petro "It was in a package on my bed. I woke up and it was just there!" He's still wearing it, sliding his fingers over the surface, and the odd purple crystal in the centre.

KP "You should take that off. You dont know who it belongs to-" He spins to looks at her.

Petro "It's mine. My name was on the box, no return address."

KP "Still, it's just weird that-"

Petro "It's just a trinket. Leave it be." He shuffles the papers under his arm, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway.

Zoe "huh, that went well."

Court "No it didnt." Zoe gives her a look.

Kait "What was that all about?" she looks over at KP suspisciously.

KP "I've seen that thing before, its-"

Quan "Girls. I need to speak with you."

They look at eachother and walk back into the history class.

Court "Whats up?"

Quan "I'm leaving for a bit....a bit before Halloween....Some business back home. I'll be gone for a month, be on your toes."

They stare at him oddly. "Oh.....and might i suggest keeping an eye on Petro? He's been acting strange lately, and my senses are.....well somethings going to happen. Keep your eyes open."

Court salutes "Will do."

end.

Chapter 16: Halloween

court wakes up to knocks at her door. She sleepily gets up and heads for the door, opening it to three masked figures who yell "Boo!". She screams, slamming the door. A few seconds pass, and another knock comes.

KP "Court? It's just us!"

Court "Thats what the monsters always say!"

Kait "Open up flame-butt, or i'll kick your door down."

She opens it, the three are holding the masks in there hands, smiles on their faces-except for Kait.

Court "Why are you all dressed up funny?"

Kait "A famous human tradition-popular on Mandorum and Klynora."

Zoe "It's just starting on Ziirav."

KP "HALLOWEEN!!!" She throws her arms in the air enthusiastically.

Court "Hallo-what?"

Kait "We'll explain on the way."

Court "The way where?"

KP "To the Pizza Place! So Dress up!"

~~~~~~~~~~~

They walk down the street, closing in on the small Pizza place.

Zoe "If you dress up for Halloween, you get free meals. Apparantly they do this every year."

Court "Cool. Wheres the creeper? This seems like his kind of holiday."

Kait "He's gone for the week. He'll be back on friday."

Court "Awww, poor muffin!"

Kait "Shuttap! I dont even care." she looks away from them, crossing her arms. They all go inside, sitting down at a booth in the corner.

Kait looks over at KP "You never finished talking about that amulet."

KP "Right.....that. I've seen it before in an old history book back home. There was something important about it....something dark...."

Zoe "Isnt it dangerous for mortals to be around dark magic too long?"

Court "Very. Sometimes they explode." They stare at her "...what? Its totally a fact!"

Kait "Whatever. Fact is, it needs looking into-especially with how it just randomly showed up."

Zoe "I'm more interested in what Cazath picked up in that cave-the thing in the pouch. And when our next meeting will be."

Kait "Well, one things for sure. Cazath knows much more than we do, and he's in complete control."

end.

Chapter 17: Disaster

Their sitting in math, last period. The announcements sound "Dont forget-the halloween dance is tonight from 7 to 11:30, best costume wins the grand prize!"

The bell rings and they leave, grouping up.

KP "You guys going to the dance? Sounds like fun."

Kait "I dunno." Everyone else is going. KP stops and turns around

KP "Why not?"

Kait "There wouldnt be anything to do. Besides, i dont dance."

They walks down the hallway and hear a student talking on a cell phone. He's standing at the office and they almost walk right past him. Kait stops abruptly and stares at him. His eyes glaze over her, and then come to attention.

Petro "Kait! Hey!"

Kait blushes slightly and waves back, the others turn around "Hi...."

He picks up his backpack and suitcase, heading for the dorms.

Kait "Where were you?"

Petro "Uhh....." He spots a poster for the dance "Hey! You going? It's usually pretty corny, but no teachers guard the hallways, so you can pretty much do whatever you want!"

Court "Oooo, Secrets. Never a good sign in a relationship."

Zoe rolls her eyes "We need to talk about that amulet of yours." She puts an arm on his shoulder and automatically pulls back, holding her head. She grabs KP's arm and they both stare at him.

Kait "you should probably go unpack-"

Petro "Annnnd?"

Kait "...and....ill go. But im gonna beat you up if nothing interesting happens."

He laughs "Well, alright then!" and heads down the hallway, around the corner.

Zoe "Ok, who saw it?"

Court "Saw what?"

Kait "Ya, what just happened?"

KP "His aura is black-its already being tainted by that amulet."

Later.

They enter a side entrance, passing by the gym with its pounding music. Court and KP run off to dance, and Zoe and Kait keep walking.

Zoe "So. Whats up with you and Moyaz?"

Kait "Whattya mean?"

Zoe "He seems pretty into you."

Kait "Whats your point?"

Zoe "Why dont you at least give him a chance? Ive heard earthlings have low morals-could be fun."

Kait "Thats the thing....He's a lowly human. Do you realize what might happen if anything starts up between us?"

Zoe "Kinda what i wanted to talk to you about....I dont think hes human."

Kait "What?"

zoe "I heard multiple voices in his head-one sounds like a demon."

Kait "But that makes no-"

People scream, running down the hallway and out the front doors.

Kait "What the...?" A white barrier of magic forms over the front doors, engulfing every possible escape route. A long, big two-headed snake slides around the corner.

Kait "thats Cazaths snake!"

Zoe "Its looking for something."

Kait "Cazath mustve blocked the exits-"

Zoe "Go find Petro, make sure hes alright."

Kait "Why? He can fend for himsel-"

Zoe "Remember what Quan said? We have to keep an eye on him. I'll go get Kat and Kahna-GO!"

Kait runs off down the hallway, and focus shifts to Court and KP. The white barrier melds over the doors to the outside and people are screaming, running around in the hallways. Zoe comes in just as KP runs off.

Zoe "Where is she going?!"

Court "To go check on the goth-"

Zoe "But-oh nevermind! One of them will find him. C'mon, lets make sure no ones hurt!"

Switch to KP. Shes running down a hallway, opening doors and listening for him. She feels his presence and sneaks into a room, looking around. Hes dressed in all black, with a long cloak draped over everything, fiddling with something on the desk infront of him. She closes the door, and quietly walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spins around.

KP "What are you doing?"

Petro "Oh, its you." He turns around again, and puts down a screwdriver, picking up a small black box and shaking it. "You ever wonder what the principal keeps in here?"

KP "NO! Now lets go, there are...weird things in the hallways attacking the school-we have to get outside!"

Petro "'Weird things'? You have got to be-" Something makes a noise outside the door "Oh Shit!" he grabs her and they duck under the desk. A hissing noise gets louder, and soon something slithers into the room. They hear a mans voice.

Cazath "Not in here, my pet? Well keep looking. If you find any of the girls, kill them, but leave the boy for me." Footsteps.

The slithering comes closer and a drop of acidic liquid drops from the snakes mouth, hitting the desk and melting through it. It hits the floor in between KP and Petro and they make a surprised sound, the snake fixes on them, strikign the table. They bolt from under it and run out the door, keeping pace perfectly.

KP *how is he keeping up!?*

They run around the corner and stop.

Petro "What the hell was that thing-whats going on!?"

KP "Nothing-I dunno, i....."

She looks past Petro, the snake is right behind him. It moves its head from side to side, staring down at his hooded head. KP's mouth drops open, she backs up and Petro catches on, turning around slowly. The snake lowers its head and breathes steam through its nostrils.

Petro "Uh.....hiya...hows it goin'?" It knocks into him, gently pushing him to the groun. "Hey-WATCH IT!"

The snake stabs Petro in the shoulder with the end of its tail. Then it sprays acid at KP, she bolts away down the hallway. It follows, leaving Petro, struggling with a large spike of poison on the floor. He pulls it out, slowly rolling over onto his stomach. He clutches at his shoulder, his head spins.

Petro "Gah-aaahhh.....Jesus!"

KP runs into Kait, who has Zoe and Court with her. The snake comes around the corner, its rushing towards them. Kait grips at her side, a sword hilt is hanging there, when she grabs it and pulls it free, the purple metal generates and she runs towards the snake.

She swings that sword and brings it up through the snakes head. It hisses and explodes into light. The light travels back down through the hallway.

Kait "What the hell is going on here?"

KP "Cazath is here. He's looking for someone-a guy."

Court "Wheres Moyaz? Arent you guys supposed to find him!?"

KP "Hes back down the hallway. I had to lead the snake-thing away from him. It hit him with something-c'mon!" They run back down the hallway, Kait lands on her knees next to Petro, rolling him over and placing his head on her lap. She strokes his hair, moving it from his face, then touches the circular gash in his shoulder. The skin is black in the immediate area, and fades to a sickly green. "Its poison....."

Cazath "Right you are." They all go flying back. Petros head hits the floor and he wakes up "Ahh. So this is the boy ive been hearing so much about." he stares down at Petro, he looks quite pleased. Cazath walks over to him, motioning with his hand, telekenetically pulling Petro up off the ground "Funny. You look just like him. It's quite fascinating."

Kait "Let him go!"

Cazath "Im afraid i cant do that."

Petro grips Cazaths arms, kicking him in the face. He falls to the floor and Cazath clutches his face. Petro moves his leg at Cazaths ankles, sending him falling to his side.

Kait rushes forward and grabs Petro, they head off down the hall. They get far enough away and stop. Petro slides to the floor, Kait crouches next ot him "You ok?"

Petro "Ahh.....I feel like ive been run over with a freight train.....ah-twice...."

Kait "Just give it time. It should fade from your system in a few hours."

Petro "Im gonna puke"

Court "Ew-Please dont!"

He tilts his head back, closing his eyes. "How do you all know that guy?"

Kait "Uhhh...-"She looks to the others for help.

Suddenly the girls are sent hurling down the hallway and Cazath comes up next to Petro. He opens a portal and grabs Petro by the arm, thrusting him through it. He smiles at the four and leaves.

Kait "NOOO!" She runs towards the portal but it closes. She haults to a stop and leans against the wall, punching it and sliding down onto her knees.

end.

Chapter 18: Quan Returns

Their in kaits room. Shes lying on her back on the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. KP is sitting on the edge, everyone is silent, not knowing exactly how to comfort her.

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i have this friend who tbh i have an unhealthy relationship with, bc she has really hurt me in the past and ive hurt her but shes one of my oldest and best friends. im kinda dependent on her and her approval, to the point where ive structured a lot of my personality around her. i always wanted to be the funny one, to be the witty one, to be the weird one, so that she would be entertained, and so she would stay friends with me. i turned myself into a fool, a joke, someone to be laughed at and never taken seriously, a parody of myself. i still dont know if this is really me or if ive just built this persona so much because its what i thought she wanted. but i hurt her, and she hurt me, and im sure both were unintentional (i know i didnt mean to hurt her) but we still hurt each other anyways. and she never wanted to talk about it. she never wanted to talk about anything. i told her everything about myself; i told her my darkest secrets, things that could get me into serious trouble, things that are highly personal and mean a lot to me. and she wouldn’t even tell me little things, like who she had a crush on. and we never talked about it. we never talked about it even though we were both secretly hurt by each other.

and now i cant go a day without thinking about her. i cant take medicine without hearing her say “pain makes you stronger”. i cant take a sick day without thinking im weak, because she would always comment when i was absent. i cant do well in my classes without thinking that im proving her wrong, because she always made fun of me for my lower level classes. i still try to get her attention, by doing extravagant things for her birthday, and trying to send her stuff, but she never sends stuff back. i know a relationship is supposed to be two way, and it sure does feel like im the only one hanging onto it, but i cant let it go. idk why. its like a damn breakup, even tho it was completely platonic lol. idk why im like this with friends, its always been really hard. i guess leaving a friend (if im ever gonna leave) is much harder than people make it sound. they only ever talk about romance.

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Good for your Diet? Don’t be so sure! – The Three Most Common Mistakes People Make Eating Fruit to Lose Weight

Before you jump into the car for a quick trip to your local supermarket, and start stocking up on more fruits than you could consume in a month, even with your friends and family pitching in (un)willingly to help, let me just give you a quick reality check on your journey to become super skinny super fast.

Don’t get me wrong. Fruit is great for your skin and health, and will help you lose weight fast. But to maximize your weight loss, there are a few crucial mistakes you’ve got to avoid first.

Mistake #1:

Don’t go ballistic over bananas! (And the like.)

The key here is to understand that not all fruits have the same calorie density. Some fruits, while being great for your health, have too much natural sugar in them to be worth indulging in too often, as they could very well be messing up your weight loss attempts and be the hidden sabotage stopping you from getting that skinny, fit body you’re drooling at the thought of.

Simple Solution: Just limit those very sweet tropical fruits like mango, papaya, pineapple and banana and stick to those that aren’t overly sweet. (Don’t worry, strawberries, melon and oranges and the like are okay.)

Mistake #2:

I’ve had people tell me proudly of how they stuck religiously to the ‘five a day’ fruit schedule, but didn’t understand why their waistbands seemed to be expanding. Shouldn’t they be losing weight, slimming down and feeling healthier with all that fruit in their system?

My first response is – ‘is it dried and canned fruit you’re filling up on?’ Their obvious wonder at how I knew that makes me laugh.

You see, because all the natural water in dried fruit is gone, it takes a lot more of it to fill you up, and you end up eating way more than you usually would. Think of the amount of prunes versus plums you can polish off in a sitting. Voila! Unintentional, unnecessary and completely avoidable weight gain.

It gets worse. The drying process concentrates the sugar in dried fruit, and many are further sweetened by the use of that big diet no-no: high fructose corn syrup – deadly in any attempt at losing weight.

Simple Solution: Make sure you go fresh with your fruit.

Mistake #3:

A lot of people fail to understand that fruit means fruit – in its simple and natural form. That means not confusing apple with apple pie, oranges with orange juice, or virtuously eating strawberries…slathered in cream.

Obvious, I know, but many people miss that, and wonder, in all seriousness, why their fruit eating regimen isn’t helping them lose weight.

Simple Solution: Eat the fruits you like so you won’t be tempted to overindulge, and if you do want a little sugar on your grapefruit, that’s okay. Just don’t go overboard.

An extra tip – the juicier the fruit is, the better – that means it’s full of water, which makes you feel full without adding extra calories to your waistline.

For more great tips and tricks about weight loss, visit http://www.stayfitforever.org. Health and fitness coach, author, teacher, and speaker, Lizy loves acting, horses and being around

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