Well, I'm here, back from procrastination.

Emphasis on procrasination, oops.

I wanted to get this done earlier, but I've been a) as said earlier, pretty much pushing it off, and b) gaining more writing experience. So I hope that this turns out better than the horror of re reading the old version of the Warriors of Two Worlds, because I can see all the crap that happened there….

Let's just say I can see that it needs a lot of work.

Either way, let's get things straight. This isn't really a re-write, as I was hoping for, but it is pretty much ending up like a whole new story with the same storyline. I've changed characters, names, ideas, and whatnot, though, as said, not the general plot line.

Anyway, I'm talking way too much. Let's get on with it!

Disclaimer: i don't own Warriors, it belongs to Erin Hunter.

Last time..

There was no last time.

Change happens. It happens everywhere you go, no matter what you do, and there's nothing that can change that one. Change is the only thing that doesn't change, however cryptic you might think that sounds. I assure you, it's true. I would know.

Because I changed.

I faced something in life, that made me change, though I can't say it's for the better or if it made me somehow worse. Sometimes, I'm surprised that I'm still alive, honestly.

Sometimes, you go through life, and age doesn't matter. You go through something in life, and it feels like you're aging so many years forward, that even if you really aren't it wouldn't matter. You have the experience in life, you know things that you normally wouldn't have at that age….But in the end, it doesn't matter, just like plenty of other things in life You're not the same prison you were before, because you've just seen so many things….

Life made you age, even if it didn't show physically, your brain can see it all.

''Petra, come on!"

I snapped out of my stupor of staring at the sky (yeah, you don't want to know how often I do that….), before turning and heading after my black-haired friend down the street. Alexander Burnerr crossed on the road, after making sure there weren't any cars that would run her over. ''You know that's jaywalking, right?"

Alex shrugged.''It's not like there were any cars.''

''That's not the point-''

''Nothing happened, so it's fine.''

I sighed, seeing no point in continuing the argument. If I scolded her, she'd just brush it off. Alex wasn't really the type to think first.

Finally, I simply stepped off onto the black concrete and walked forward.

It was quiet. Of course, that was to be expected.

We were at a graveyard, after all.

I'm guessing you didn't expect that one, did you? I can't blame you, of course. Most kids don't visit graves.

Me and Alex usually don't either.

But today was special, in terms of difference, though I can't say I enjoyed it entirely.

We stopped in front of a dull, gray grave, square in shape and flat on the ground, reading 'Lily Andrews' along with a date of 2002-2013. How long she had lived. Lily is-had been, I guess-my best friend. My first friend.

Not that she's even here, anymore.

Alex huffed, though her tone was more solemn. Lily had been her friend too. ''We're here.''Despite the new tone, her voice was blunt anyway.

''I can tell.'' I responded. Neither of us had flowers or anything else that people would think would honor the dead, but it didn't really matter to much.

If Lily was watching us now, she would know. She would know what we were doing. How we felt.

After several moments of silence, Alex spoke up.''Come on.'' Now, her voice was stiff. She felt it too, because we have both known Lily pretty well. ''Graveyards are where zombies pop up.''

I nodded, but didn't even add a morbid comment.