Guardians of the Elements: Iona's Freedom

by Sharina Silverstem

Iona, the daughter of the Animorph Marco and the Guardian Sharina embarks on her own quest to find her mother and defeat the Visser before he destroys everything she loves.

1(A/N: Hey everyone! You asked for it, you got it: a sequel to Sharina's Wish. We'll be seing more Visser-bashing, male-bashing and all-out fanfiction goodness. I'm going to try to make it more comical, but not as comical as my Ooookay fic. O.o That one weirded even me out. And to answer any questions about pairings, the Sharina/Marco/Varune is still up in the air for this fic. If you want to have your say, by all means drop me a line.)

Prologue Remember the Rain

I sit here staring out my window,

I can't get what happened out of my head.

I sit here staring out my window,

God, I wish I was dead.

I never meant for us to be like this,

I never meant to hurt you.

I wish I could have one last kiss,

I wish I has someone to cry to.

I never meant for you to hurt so much,

And my soul feels like it's crying in pain.

Maybe someday you won't remember my touch,

But maybe we'll still remember the rain.

I know you think I have someone new,

And I know you think I'm mad,

But I know that's not true.

The thoughts of you still make me sad.

So I'll sit here staring out my window,

Face contorted by the pain,

Watching memories of you in the ghostly glow.

Yes, I'll remember the rain.

Iona stared moodily out her window, feeling that the sunshine was not in sync with her emotions. Suddenly, a knock disturbed her reverie.

"Come in."

An older-looking Marco opened the door and cautiously observed his eldest daughter. She had been like this for nearly two days, sitting there and reading her mother's poetry journals, ever since Sharina took it upon herself to leave and join the other Guardians for reasons unknown. Marco had to admit, the tender looks between his wife and Varune had made him very, very jealous.

"Any word on Mom?"

Marco sighed. "No dear. Not yet. But she'll be back. She loves us more than anything."

"Hn."

Marco sighed again as Iona simply turned back to the journal and completely ignored him and her sister.

"Come Michelle, lets go make s'mores and tell spooky stories."

Michelle giggled and hurtled off the bunk bed to go downstairs with Marco, leaving Iona in peace. Iona sighed, and turned the page, only to be surprised at what was written there.