Okay, I came up with this idea a while ago and never got around to writing it. This chapter is a little wordy but it had to be if it was going to make any sense at all. Oh well…

Disclaimer = I don't own Holes at all. I only own this plot and the OC's I came up with (too many to list here)

He flipped open the journal for what felt like the millionth time this week. As much as he hated the thing, being forced to read it everyday, he wanted to make sure he was making the right decision. If he wasn't, he could be in the worse trouble in his life. He scanned the pages, turning them as he looked for the right one. He should have known exactly where to find it since it was the one thing he found that was more important than anything else.

"Ah, found you." He muttered under his breath as he placed his finger on the page. It was a list. The words were really dated and old, so it always took him a while to translate what it was saying into modern language. This time, though, he decided to write it down on half a piece of paper, since where he was going, he didn't want to be looking at a book all the time. He could make up some excuse as to why he had this type of list.

Slowly, he began to rewrite the list into words he could understand:

1. Black Hair = journal says it's like a 'Raven's Feather' color. Not sure what that means...

2. Long Hair = could've changed by now. Stick to searching for the color

3. Dark eyes = 'color can change according to mood but normal color was most likely black or a dark brown' (just look for eyes that seem to change color a lot)

4. Pale skin = obviously

5. Deceptive = how does this help???

Cedric looked back over his notes. He realized how silly it seemed that the list only contained 4 notes on it, but he knew how important it was that he remember these vital pieces of information. He folded the paper as small as he could so it would fit into the secret compartment in the family pendent he wore around his wrist. Looking at it, he never would have guessed that there would have been a little button on the side that would split the silver in half, leaving a space to put whatever you wanted.

He smiled as he looked at it, remembering when he got it on his the birthday. The same birthday he broke his wrist trying out his new skateboard. He cringed a little, remembering the pain and the red cast he had worn on his arm for over six weeks. After he recovered from the memory, he snapped the pendant shut and got to his feet. He really didn't have anytime to reminisce.

Looking around the room, Cedric tried to think if he needed anything. He was almost sure he could go back and get what he needed but was there anything important to his mission that he'd need as soon as possible. That was always one thing he stress the most to himself when ever he was stuck in a sticky situation. Always be prepared, he thought as he quickly scanned the room. It sounded corny but it helped him keep his mind on the more important things.

He let out a long sigh before leaving his room. It made him a little nervous knowing that he was about to go out and do something completely stupid. He walked down the hallway quickly, stopping only a moment to look at himself in the mirror. As he brushed the shaggy, blond hair away from his eyes, he noticed how calm he looked. It was a surprise mainly because calm was the exact opposite of how he was really feeling. As he thought about it, he could feel a knot form in his throat. He knew better than any one that he could not, under any circumstances, let his feeling get in the way. That's how mistakes were made and he was determined to finish what he started.

Cedric made his way down the stairs and grabbed his coat quickly, but tried to be quiet at the same time. As he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his coat, he took a look around the downstairs of his house. The house he grew up in. He knew he'd be back sometime but he knew it wouldn't be the same as when he left it. And after that, who knows if I'll come home at all.

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She walked down the path quickly, kicking up dirt as she went. Giselle knew that she was in trouble. Whenever a meeting like this was called, she knew that someone wasn't happy with her. Usually, that someone was always her Father. He despised what she choose to make of her life anyway. He made a point of telling her that every day since she could remember. The only that changed was that she developed a skill to tune out everything he said. She could almost always repeat back anyway, since he always said the same thing.

Up ahead, stood the familiar shape of her older brother, Damien, who leaned gracefully against a tree. He turned around to look at her, looking right into her eyes. Giselle automatically knew that it couldn't have been a good meeting with the look he gave her. She passed by him and he began to walk beside her. They kept silent a while till the clearing was in sight.

"Giselle, you know nothing good is going to come from this." Damien didn't even look at her as he spoke. "I saw Father with the other Elders earlier and none of them looked happy. Especially Father." He pulled the hood from his cloak over his head, preparing himself. It was the respectful thing to do when going into a meeting with the Elder Council.

Following him, Giselle did the same. "You do not need to tell me, Damien. Like I couldn't figure that out on my own?" She glanced at him sideways to see if what he was doing. When she got no answer, she continued, "Father has never agreed with the choice I made. I know that better than you, or he, thinks. It's not like it isn't obvious." Giselle winced at her words. She needed to choose her words carefully. Everyone in the clan knew she choose to live outside the Village, she didn't need to make it any more noticeable by speaking with mortal words. She had even wore the dress from her coming-of-age ceremony to prove she hadn't completely abandoned her roots.

Damien slowed to a stop and grabbed Giselle by the arm. He looked at her before speaking, like he had to find the right words. "Just don't do anything reckless, Giselle. I do not want to see anything harmful happen to you. Not like what happened to Stephan. I do not want to witness something like that again. Especially if it happens to my sister. I do not know if I could live knowing about it."

Giselle looked back at her brother and quickly wrapped her arms around him. "Do not worry about me. I can hold my own." She let him go and started moving forwards, "Besides, it's time that Father learns that I run my own life now. He cannot control me like he is used to."

They reached the clearing in a few more steps and silence was almost unbearable. Giselle walked to the center of a ring of chairs and let her head hang low. She tried her hardest not to seem scared but it was hard since that's all she could think about. A presence came closer and Giselle forced herself to look up. Her father stood in front of her, staring down at her.

There were a few minutes before he spoke.

"Daughter, I never thought that we would meet like this. You have let me down, like you always have." He didn't take his eyes off of her, as she looked him right in his eyes. "You have disappointed me and have forced the Council to consider your connection to the clan."

Giselle's eyes widened, "Father?" She turned toward the Council. "Is what I did so wrong that you throw me out? I was given a choice and I made it. Just because I make my home with the mortals, does not mean I have turned my back on my family." She looked at the one by one. "Please, reconsider."

To her left, a hooded figure stood up. "We have no choice but to banish you. Not only to you live among mortals but you have let them influence you and you have lowered yourself to their level. What is worse, is you have committed a crime that even they find punishable." He looked at her a moment, as if waiting for an answer.

"You don't understand!" Giselle's voice raised a pitch, "I didn't-"

"Silence!" The old man shouted and pointed a finger towards the darkest part of the woods. "You must leave. You are no longer accepted here."

Giselle looked around at he rest of the council. She never thought that her choice of living in the mortal world would lead to this. All she wanted to do was find a place that could use her help. She wanted to do some good for people who still had a chance to live. One mistake and her whole world had fallen apart.

"Fine." Was all she could say, still shocked. As she walked away from the group, she looked at her brother. He looked away from her, as their father joined his side. Anger swelled up inside her as she walked off towards her next punishment. A punishment handed down by mortals.

It may not seem like there is a Holes connection in this chapter. But, the next chapter will. I Promise XD