No One's Pov. DDDDDDDDDDD

Nicholas and Perenelle had just found out Marethyu was Josh Newman. Marethyu opened a portal that sent them back to Paris.

"It's not because I'm immortal, but you know: if I were you, I wouldn't want to die just yet," Marethyu told the two whom he returned home.

"Why not, Josh?" Perenelle asked. They stopped and Perenelle looked at an orphanage. A group of kids were playing in the street outside the orphanage. A little girl around the age of 8 tripped, scraped her knee, and cried out in pain. An older girl, that looked around 12, walked out and picked her up. She turned and looked at Perenelle. For a moment she was confused, but then she took the 8 year old in to tend to her knee.

Marethyu sighed at Perenelle. "Do you remember when I told you your future? I said you could give your husband one of your days and share it together." Perenelle nodded, still looking at the orphanage. All of a sudden, she felt something, like an invisible string. Though, she chose to ignore it. "Well do you remember your child?" he, then, asked. Tears came to Nick and Perenelle's eyes. They had had a daughter last time they were in Paris, oh 70 years ago. Perry had just given birth and Nicholas had been holding off Dee's minions. They had had to flee and their child was surround by Dee's minions and the Flamels guessed they had taken her to Dee. They haven't seen her since. They also hadn't even got a chance to name her yet.

"What about her, Josh?" Nick gently asked.

"She lives here: in Paris."

"Her birthday is coming up. Marethyu, she's over 70 years old. She'll not want to see us. Look at us, Jo-Marethyu! She probably looks older than us. And what'd be the point? We'd watch her die? We don't want to see that," Perenelle explained and questioned.

Marethyu understood where she was coming from, although they didn't know and deserved to know. "I want to talk to you, not out in the open," he said as he pulled out a black flip-phone. Josh dialed a number and there was an answer. In perfect French, Marethyu asked the receiving end, "Is there somewhere we can all meet up, in private?" They heard the other end say they could meet up in one of his houses. Le Comte de Saint-Germain... or Francis.

They arrived at another one of Francis' house. When they stepped up to the porch, Marethyu rang the doorbell with his hand. Francis opened the door with Joan behind him. Saint-Germain smiled and invited them in. Joan hugged Perenelle. "I hate to ruin this beautiful moment, but you may want to start the immorality potion," Marethyu said. Nicholas asked where he could set up, knowing Saint-Germain had the supplies.

"Here you go," Francis said, handing his old master the ingredients he needed. Nicholas gave him a grateful smile.

While Nicholas was making the potion, Sophie and Scathach arrived. They were in the living room and Josh and Sophie were next to each other. Everything felt right again.

Nick finished the potion in about 5 hours. He brought two vials of it, and noticed the others that had arrived. Sophie and Scathach stood up when he entered. The two that needed the potion, had it in hand. "Now, please, begin explaining," Nicholas gently requested Marethyu.

Josh looked at Francis, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to him. "Can you call that number and request what is written?" Josh asked. Francis nodded and walked into the next room. Marethyu turned his attention back to the Flamels. "Somehow, your daughter is 12 years old right now." The Flamels got wide-eyed and gulped down the potion at the same time.

This was the first time Sophie was seeing this. She noticed Perenelle and Nicholas' hair get darker. Their wrinkles got smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared. The bags beneath their eyes faded until they disappeared.

Josh looked at this as though he had seen this question million times before and that he was bored. Possibly it was just the fact that he had an expressionless face.

Francis walked back into the living room. "They're on their way, although only a girl is coming... Samantha, I believe her name was," Saint-Germain explained. Marethyu nodded.

The group began talking about random things. Scathach told them Sophie might have saved her butt a few times. Perenelle was bragging about how Nick walked on water and how he flew by using a parrot.

"Samantha! Someone wants you to meet them somewhere," Annie, the orphanage 'mother,'(she was never an orphan) reported in French.

Samantha rolled her brown eyes. Who wanted to meet up with her. It couldn't be a friend of hers, she was a loner. "Who is it?" Samantha wondered aloud in the same language. When Annie said le Comte de Saint-Germain, all the girl began squealing and giggling.

One of the girls who was only one year younger than her grabbed her arms, Analise, Samantha thought. "O. M. G. You have to get an autograph for me," the red head said. She had just taken a shower so her hair was wet. Analise was shaking Samantha around and her braid was about to fall down. Finally, when Samantha agreed, Analise let go of her.

Samantha walked into the now steaming bathroom, and redid her ebony black colored braid. She walked back out of the bathroom and rolled her eyes at the sight. All the girls were surrounding Samantha's bed. They were all so excited, it was as if Samantha was now the most popular girl. "Helllllooo! Will you all stop getting all giddy over this and think for a moment? Why would le Comte de Saint-Germain want me to meet him?" Samantha asked the girls in English. One of them suggested that she won a contest to meet him. "I would never sign up for a contest. And even if I did, I would have put it under one of your names," she said, putting her pencil in her hair and a piece of paper in the back pocket of her skinny jeans.

Samantha sat down, zipped up her black high heeled boots, and secretly hid a knife in one of them. One of the older girls came up to Samantha and folded her black collar out, showing cleavage. Almost immediately, she put it back the way it was before. Samantha went to look in the mirror. She didn't know why she cared about how she looked. She wasn't a fan of his. She just had a feeling, and Samantha always listened to her instincts. She wore a black long sleeved shirt with symbols all over it, blue jean skinny jeans, and black high heeled boots. They only gave her a little less than an inch. Samantha was tall enough without the boots.

She grabbed her bag, stuffed her book in it, and headed for the door. Annie stopped her on the way. "You better be planning to wear a jacket with that," she playfully warned. Samantha smiled at her. She grabbed her black leather jacket and threw it on. Samantha gave Annie and hug, and a kiss on the cheek before walking out the door toward the address that was given to her.

Ding-dong!

Scathach shot up. "Heel," Sophie said playfully, and Scatty actually sat back down. Sophie said 'wow' at the same time that Marethyu said it. Sophie looked at her 'twin' with a smile.

Joan had gone to go get the door. She walked back into the room with the same 13-year-old that helped the 8-year-old. She leaned up against a wall that lead into the kitchen. Right at that moment, Perenelle and Nick decided to walk in from the kitchen because they saw a pink heart ring. Joan suddenly found her room very interesting. As she was at the stairs, she looked back at the group. "Coward," Scathach whispered, when Joan's eyes landed on her. As soon as the young girl's eyes landed on Perenelle, she raised an eye brow. That was the only difference on her expressionless face.

Francis stood up and walked over to her. "I'm- well I think you know who I am. Although you may call me Francis." he declared. Saint-Germain held out his hand.

Just to be polite she smiled. She reached into her back pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and set it on the table next to her. She took his hand and shook it. "Samantha," she stated flatly. The second her hand left his, she grabbed the pencil that had been previously hidden behind her hair. She, also, set it on the table next to her.

Francis smiled and shook his head. He picked up the pencil and paper. "You're a fan I see. Although, it doesn't surprise me. My music usually attracts pretty girls," he said, signing the paper. He gave it back to her.

Samantha leaned to the side and looked at the group. "Is he usually this cocky?" The others tilted their heads indicating sometimes. Samantha looked back at the musician. "Francis, I take it that sweet lady whom got the door is your wife," she said in French. He nodded. Samantha looked as if an idea formed in her head. "No, I'm not a fan. This is for a friend. I only came here to be polite. So please, can we make this quick? I have a bunch of squealing sisters to go back to and give an autograph to," she clarified quickly. Francis looked offended. Nicholas went to his side and murmured something in Arabic to him. Samantha looked bored. "Ok. If by any chance you didn't want me to hear or understand you, then you should have used a more complex language than Arabic," she said, in Arabic. Everyone in the room looked taken back. Once again, Samantha looked bored. Although, it was probably her blank face again.

"You know Arabic," Nicholas said. Though, it was more of a question than a statement.

Clearly, Samantha knew she was getting nowhere, so she sat down. Perenelle leaned toward this girl whom just spoke anther language. "Arabic, French, English, Spanish, ect. ect. ect. Ok, you all know my name, I know the musician's, I don't know yours'," she stated, pointing at everyone else in the room.

"I'm Sophie, and the woman who got the door was Joan."

"Scatty."

"I'm Nick."

"Hello. My name is Perry."

"Marethyu," they introduced.

At Marethyu, Samantha looked as if she were about to pass out. "A-as in 'world destroyer'?"

Marethyu nodded. Scathach smiled at Samantha's stuttering and worrying. She put her hands on her knees and pushed herself to her feet. "Look who's out of words. What's wrong? You're not in the mood to talk anymore?" she pondered, walking toward Samantha. She hated people who thought they were better than everyone else. Little did she know, that wasn't at all what the case was.

Nick called her name, warning her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. "I'm not usually as confident as I was," Samantha whispered behind her bangs. It wasn't that she was scared of Marethyu. She just wondered why someone would name their child world destroyer, and if it meant anything. Scatty kept coming at her, saying rude things. Being an orphan, she knew how to withstand such things. For some reason these really hurt.

Samantha stood up and faced Scatty even though she was still 5 feet away from her. She had no intention to fight this older woman. Before Scatty got too close and she wouldn't be able to, Samantha went around the recliner she was in and headed for the door. Samantha had her hand on the knob when Scatty said the one thing that stabbed her in the heart. "You're parents must have spoiled you." Samantha had had enough. She reached down and pulled up her boot. At the same moment, the twins thought the same thing; they held out their hands (and hook) and Samantha's aura sparked to life, it was GOLD. When she felt a good grip on her knife, Samantha pulled it out and threw it at Scatty. Samantha flew the door open and ran out. She felt tears in the back of her eyes. At that moment, she, literally, ran into just the right person.

"John Dee. I thought you had forgotten me."

"Oh, come on, Samantha. I could live over 10 thousand years and still never forget you."

John helped Samantha up. "What is that smell? Mint?" Samantha asked in French. Then, Dee got shot through a brick wall.