No, I don't own Digimon; Toei, Bandai and Saban do. This fic is only being done for entertainment purposes only, and I don't earn one red cent doing this. This fic, and the entire series has an Out of Character Alert, violence alert (there is a reason this is PG-13), and has eventually these pairings: Taiora, Mimoe, and Takari in it. If these couple pairings aren't your taste, don't scream at me, because you've been warned. One other pairing will be announced later but it would give away the plot if I told you now. This takes place six years after my Darkness Rising saga and it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED you read that before you read this, because a lot of things are mentioned in here, are explained there. The Digidestined having powers, Source and the merged Digiworld and Earth for one (I'm just going to call the merged worlds "DigiEarth" after this point.).
All flames will be feed to my furnace.
Balance, Act 1
"Is all in readiness Aruramon?" a feminine voice drawled from the shadows.
"Yes Mistress." quivered the small, plant-like rookie. Aruramon could just make out the blurry form of her mistress. She was seated besides what Aruramon knew to be a chess set, occasionally moving pieces as she furrowed her brow in thought, no doubt thinking up devious new strategies to use in the game she played against seemingly no one.
"It better be Aruramon!" snapped a harsh male voice. "There must be no mistakes, or Source will have our heads for this." Aruramon shivered slightly. If there was one thing she feared more than her mistress, it was her human companion. Her mistress would never do anything without some reason in mind but he was chaotic and spontaneous. He would destroy anything that even shuddered in his presence, with no provocation at all. Truly dangerous.
"Calm down Koda, if we panic for nothing, then we certainly shall fail." She moved another piece, eyeing the board with keen interest. " And we all know what failure brings."
"Still…" Koda said thoughtfully, "I don't know why we are wasting all our time and resources on this risky plan of yours, Karmeramon. Wouldn't it be easier to wipe them all out together? With the element of surprise it is…"
"Impossible." Karmeramon said flatly. "The Digidestined are indescribably strong together. Any head on attack would be fruitless and wasteful. No, the only chance we have is if we can destroy the ties that bind them all together. Then the balance of power will shift – to us! Divide and conquer, my dear Koda, divide and conquer."
She picked up one of the figures and studied it. The dim light gleamed off the bronze figure's spiky hair, and the tiny laptop it carried on its back. Then she placed it back on the board, where now eight tiny bronze children and eight tiny bronze digimon, faced a sinister army cast in silver. Aruramon, forgotten, watched in silence as she moved a silver figure forward.
"Now…" she whispered, "Now Digidestined, it's your move…"
"Hey Izzy, where you going?" A tall blond haired boy with startling blue eyes called out. He raced up to an even taller boy with spiky red hair, who was cradling a laptop protectively in his arms as he hurried down the street. Izzy however stopped when the boy managed to catch up with him, and glanced down at the blond kid with an expression of warmth.
"Hello Tk. I am currently proceeding to the computer repair shop to have a new battery installed in my computer and to have my software upgraded. Then I'm getting something to eat. Perhaps you would like to come with me and update me on everything that has been happening." Izzy smiled down at Tk, "How does that sound?"
"Great!" Tk began to walk with Izzy slowly towards a small shop with a striped yellow awning and a few shrubs planted out front. "Hey did you hear about Joe? He managed to snag that new job down at the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center. He and Gomamon are going to study the local marine ecosystem. Neat, huh?"
"That is good news. But why is Gomamon going?" Izzy asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he heard, Gomamon hadn't gotten any degrees in marine biology.
"Gomamon's going along because of his affinity to sea creatures and because he knows a lot about all the Digimon that live in the ocean. It's pretty cool that he gets to do all this neat stuff. I'm still in school."
"Not for long I take it. You're graduating this year, are you not?" He looked at Tk expectantly, and grinned. "You've asked Kari to the prom yet?"
Seeing Tk's slightly horrified expression and guessing that his theory on the state of their relationship was correct, he continued, " It was obvious. You two sneaking off together whenever our backs were seemingly turned, and the perfumed love notes Kari was giving to…"
"How did you know about the letters!" Tk cried in a strangled voice, going very red. "Kari and I never told anyone!"
"Tai delivered a few of them to your apartment for Kari. She said that they were urgent homework assignments that you somehow forgot, but Tai could smell the Eau de Cologne on them, and easily deduced what they truly were. So you didn't answer my question. Are you or are you not going to the prom with Kari?"
Tk's face was burning with embarrassment from being found so easily out as he answered "Yes". He opened the door to the computer repair shop and ushered Izzy inside. Thirty minutes later, with the improved laptop on his back, Izzy led the way to a small café that he frequented regularly. He grabbed a table on the patio, and sat down.
Tk came back with a basket of warm cinnamon buns, their warm, sweet odour wafting in Izzy's face and making his mouth water. Tk placed them gently down onto the table and said…
"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the facilities…" He paused in thought for a moment and then wickedly smirked, "They're waiting for you at the counter. I told them, that you wanted to pay the bill."
"But I said no such thing!"
But he was already gone. Muttering all the way to the cash register, Izzy grabbed his debit card and paid the man who was waiting impatiently there.
A flash of movement caught his eye. A girl with short white hair and milky pale skin was creeping towards the basket of warm cinnamon buns placed unattended their table. Then quick as lightening, she grabbed the basket and bolted down the street.
"Hey, those are my buns!"
Izzy charged after her, leaping over a railing and nearly bowling over Tk, just returned from the washrooms, in the process. Tk looked utterly confused, but joined in the chase anyway.
"Hey Izzy! Where's the fire?!" Tk shouted as he ran after him, swerving to avoid a few pedestrians.
"That girl I'm chasing…" Izzy yelled, "…just stole all our food!"
"What?! Why?"
"I have no clue…Wait! She turned down this alley!" Izzy sprinted down a side street, into a dark and musty corridor. He slowed, and warily looked around. The alleyway was deserted except for a few Micemon scurrying away into the shadows.
"Jeez, I haven't done this much running since the old days in the Digiworld!" Tk panted as he came up behind him. "Where'd she go anyway?"
"Nowhere. She's here somewhere. All I have to do is find her." Izzy began to search for her presence with his mind…
BOOM!
A sound like a crack of thunder rocked the surroundings, follow by what felt like a small earthquake. A wisp of smoke could be seen rising lazily from the direction of the café. I don't like the look of this! Izzy thought as he fought down the urge to shake. Everything suddenly felt wrong, out of balance. He was possessed with a sense of foreboding, that this was only the beginning of something even bigger. Though what that something was, he could even grasp at yet.
It just felt so bad.
"Umm…Izzy? Let's just forget about the girl, okay? I've got a real bad feeling about this." Tk said hurriedly, glancing anxiously back at the smoke. He was sweating profusely and was white as a sheet. Which scared Izzy even more. Tk usually was one of the calmest of the Digidestined, when confronted with this kind of situation. It took a lot to spook him. Which means that somehow this is worse than I thought. "Besides, we can always get more cinnamon buns."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's get out of here." He turned on his heel and began running the other way, Tk one step behind, towards the cloud of smoke. The heels of their shoes clicked against the pavement, masked by the squeals and howling of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cabs as they roared by in a flash of light and sound. Everywhere there was panic. People and Digimon alike were racing around, hiding, and giving each other looks of the deepest suspicion and fear. No doubt they wondered which side had been responsible for whatever had happened.
The answer lay on the other side of a ragged crowd that was ringing the place where the café should have been.
Izzy and Tk's mouths literally hit the concrete in shock. There was nothing left – absolutely nothing! Just a scorched pit, and a few crumbled bricks. Nothing that would have suggested that only ten minutes ago, there had been a thriving business, full of people relaxing and doing nothing more offensive than having a late lunch.
Izzy began to shiver and saw Tk do the same. It had grown very cold all of a sudden, despite it being 20° Celsius out. If that girl hadn't had stolen their cinnamon buns, and they hadn't had chased her…He shivered again. It felt if someone had walked over his grave. He dazedly grabbed Tk's arm and pulled him from the horrific sight before him.
"Umm, we better go tell the others." He said numbly to Tk. Tk nodded silently, keeping his azure eyes locked on the ground. Izzy grabbed Tk by the shoulders, and shook him slightly. "You alright?"
Tk looked up, his face sallow and beaded with sweat. "Not really. We almost DIED!" he sobbed loudly. Then realizing he was in a mob and lowered his voice to a barely palpable whisper, "We almost died again. And this time, this time, there was no coming back!"
"I know." Their first deaths and what happened after that, were nothing Izzy liked to think about. He dreamt about it far too often. How Matt pulled off that miracle, none of us will know. Fate was certainly smiling on us that day. Izzy gave a weary sigh. Nothing appealed to him more now than vegging out with a little Internet surfing, and forgetting that the day's events had actually happened. Not like that was likely to happen anyway.
Half leading, half-dragging Tk through the crowd of shell shocked onlookers; Izzy managed to lead him to an isolated spot where no one could see them. He sighed and patted Tk on the back, just like Matt would have done in this situation. Izzy knelt down and looked Tk in his reddened eyes, and gave a reassuring smile.
"Hey Tk, it's going to be all right. We'll find whoever did this and set things right. But right now, it's best if we go to Matt and the others. They've bound to have heard about this by now. I don't think Matt needs to worry about you even more."
"Yeah…" Tk said somewhat distantly. "I guess we better teleport out, huh?"
"Yeah…"
The two's faces contorted in concentration and then without warning, they just vanished into thin air. And through it all, a pair of pale green eyes watched…and contemplated.
On a rooftop just above the spot where the two Digidestined made their exit, a figure with short, spiky white hair paced in thought. Large, unnaturally pale green eyes flicked restlessly side to side, taking in the crater, the crowds, the surrounding rooftops, everything in one clean sweep. Those eyes kept falling on the spot where Izzy and Tk had disappeared. How do two people simply melt into thin air? Clearly they weren't your ordinary, everyday breed of coffee sipping streetwalkers but something much more… something that had a name both revered and feared by the myriad kinds of Digimon she had met over the years.
Digidestined.
She winced at the sudden resurgence of the memory of a wild tale told by the street Digimon. That each of these "Digidestined" had incredible powers, only rivaled by the strongest of Mega Digimon. Together, they were said to be unstoppable. It was rumored that they could control the forces of life, move objects by telekinethis, even…
Even disappear into thin air.
Damn! I just had to steal a Digidestined's food! Oh boy, am I ever in for it now! She fumbled in her pocket for a cigarette. Shakily she held it up to her lips, and struck a match. Once lit, she took a long hard drag. As the nicotine raced through her veins like an out of control freight train, she began to relax visibly. After a few puffs, she began to pace restlessly again. She still couldn't believe that what just happened, happened. How could any sane person?
Her gaze sharpened on the police combing through the cinders. A little too late to do anything, eh, boys? Why don't you just go back to your regular routine of stuffing your faces with jelly donuts and bear claws? This is way out of your league. Besides if they couldn't catch a little old street thief like her, what hope would they have of nabbing the real culprits. Still, I'm in no mood for a street race. I might as well get out of here before one of them has the bright idea of coming up here and searching the rooftops. Ah well…
She stooped to gather the basket of cinnamon buns, lying unattended at her feet and froze. She was not alone! In one fluid motion, she spun for the shadows and yanked two wickedly sharp, three pronged si knives from their hiding place under her torn shirt. Cloaked in darkness, she positioned her blades ready for attack, and waited.
The girl didn't have to wait long for whatever it was she sensed to show itself. Two figures appeared on the rooftop next to her and walked to the edge. She sifted slightly to get a better look at the duo, praying to whatever gods that would listen that she wouldn't be seen. Apparently her prayers were answered, as they seemed to take no notice of her presence. Or they just thought she was insignificant and they couldn't be bothered to confront her. Either way it was a stroke of luck.
The one that appeared to be female, clenched her fist tightly and made a gesture of unmistakable anger at the crater, causing her long violet hair to fly violently out behind her. She pointed at the police, then at an alleyway just beyond the ring of onlookers. The girl followed the mysterious woman's point and was shocked to see a tail or more accurately tails tipped with large, tropical looking flowers, disappear into the shadows.
What's going on…?
The man with her grabbed her by the wrist and gave her a hard shake. His emerald eyes narrowed, and he slowly, deliberately, shook his head. No. It wasn't hard to figure out that the violet haired woman wanted to go after the thing in the alley, but her brown haired companion had other ideas. What those ideas were, were up to debate. Suddenly the green eyed one stiffened. He looked wildly about, while saying something to his friend that caused her to do the same thing. Uh oh, I think they're on to me…Her eyes hardened to jade. If she had to fight, then so be it. Oh well…I haven't been in a good brawl for ages.
Instead they just vanished. Well, that's a fine howdy do…People disappearing right in front of me twice in one day. What did I do to deserve this? She groaned mentally. The answer to that question was too obvious. But the people on the rooftop had her real attention. Could they be Digidestined as well? Probably. She kicked the hard rooftop asphalt and winced. Can things get any weirder?
As if on cue, it began to softly snow.
"I HAD to ask, didn't I!!!!!"
"You FAILED Gerinmon!" howled Aruramon, lashing her tails in panic. "When Masters Karmeramon and Koda hear of this, we're as good as deleted. You know how they tolerate failure."
Gerinmon looked sullenly at Aruramon. "How was I supposed to know that those two had left? How was I supposed to know that, that little wench had stolen their food and they had chased after her? How was I supposed to know when nobody had the forethought to tell me that my targets weren't even there? Tell me THAT!"
Aruramon looked curiously at her fiery companion, all traces of her former panic gone. "What wench?"
A derisive snort was her answer. " A human girl, about seventeen years old. Pale skin. White hair. Green eyes. She looked homeless from what one of our sources tell me. Feh, why do you care anyway?"
"She might just be our ticket to redemption."
"And just what do you mean by that?"
"Think about it! We can put the blame squarely on her. We'll say she warned off the Digidestined humans after beating the information out of one of our lookouts before deleting him. And…and…we didn't find out till too late. So our masters will waste their time chasing after her, and we get to keep our lives."
Gerinmon rolled his dark eyes, "That's if they believe us. Which they probably won't. Not with that story anyway."
"Well…" Aruramon was cut off as Gerinmon gave a howl of pain as snowflake after snowflake drifted down and nestled against his lava like skin. Small puffs of steam rose from wherever an ice crystal touched. She gave a sympathetic wince. Water in any form, was like Sulfuric acid to the fiery Digimon. It made her glad she wasn't a vulnerable elemental type like him.
"Come on," she commanded brusquely, "We can talk about this later. Let's first get you some shelter."
As they left, she couldn't help thinking, Snow? In June? What the hell is going on here?
"TK!!! My God, what happened!" Matt screamed as he grabbed his pale brother and wrapped him in a tight bear hug. Tk could only stare dazedly back and mouth the word "explosion". For Matt this was all the confirmation he needed to connect this to what he'd seen on playing on the news nonstop. His eyes widened and he turned to Izzy in horror. He whispered, "Were you there?" and Izzy silently nodded. He opened his mouth to ask exactly how the two had been involved in it, but a loud crashing on the balcony door stopped all that. He ran to the door to find a frantic Tentomon and Patamon fighting tooth and nail to get to their respective partners.
"Izzy! You could have been killed and I wasn't there to protect you. I feel so horrible…"
"Tk! Tk! Speak to me! What's the matter? Why won't you talk?"
"He's in shock Patamon. Better stop hugging him so hard so I can get a look at him." A new voice said from the corner of the room.
"Joe! Mimi! Gomamon! Palmon! I'm glad you're here. Everything just turned upside down. I don't know what to make of it!" Matt said, visibly relieved. At least with Joe here, they had someone with enough medical knowledge to treat Tk.
"We know." Mimi said softly. She began to stroke a bundle cradled in her arms. "We heard it on the evening news at home." The light faintly glinted off her wedding ring as she began to softly sing to whatever was in her arms. Her bundle then squirmed a bit and cooed as she continued with her lullaby.
Matt's jaw dropped open, as he stared sharply at what lay in Mrs. Kido's arms. "Mimi, is that what I think it is!"
"Yes Matt, it is." She pulled back the blanket shrouding it, and reveled a tiny infant with large, expressive dusky eyes. "Her name is Raine. Raine, say hi to your Uncles Matt, Tk, Izzy, Patamon, Tentomon and Gabumon." She waved her free hand to indicate Gabumon, who had just walked in after a good nap, and now was standing wide eyed at the very crowded apartment, and more noticeably at Raine, now sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms. He gave a quizzical look at Matt and asked…
"I'm now an uncle? Matt, what's an uncle?"
"Yeah!" Patamon and Tentomon chimed in.
Izzy couldn't help chuckling despite the gravity of the situation, and launched into, along with Matt, a concise explanation of human family relationships. When done, all three Digimon looked at them in amazement.
"But we're not related to Mimi and Joe by blood. We're not even related by species! How can we be Raine's uncles?" Tentomon stated.
"We've been through so much together that I can't think of you guys of anything else than family" Joe said, from his post by Tk. He had laid him on Matt's ratty couch, elevated his feet, covered him with a blanket and was now talking to him softly, monitoring his pulse and swabbing his forehead. "It doesn't matter if we're related by blood and species or not. The bond we all share is just as strong, if not stronger!"
Kari appeared on Matt's balcony with Gatomon in tow. She called out as she let herself in, "Have you seen outside, it's going crazy. Snow in the middle of June! And everyone is acting just like the weather. People are panicking because of the terrorist bombing of the café, and it's chaos down there. Can you believe it?"
"I can believe it…" Izzy sighed, "…'cause I was there. It's hard not to believe what you can see with your own eyes."
"WHAT!!!" Kari and Gatomon shrieked.
"Would you two keep it down. Tk can't handle people screaming in his ear right now. He needs to rest a bit." Joe loudly whispered to the two, annoyance evident in his tone. Then he turned to Gomamon. "Would you please get me some warm chicken soup. Tk's well enough to have some, and I don't want him getting dehydrated on us."
"Right away Joe." Gomamon said as he scampered off to Matt's tiny kitchen, and began pulling pots out of a cupboard.
"What's the matter with him?" Kari asked softly, as she lent down to kiss Tk on the forehead.
"Shock." Was the matter of fact response.
"Hey Kari…" Tk weakly said, "I'd thought I'd died for a while, since I was being kissed by an angel. Guess I was half right…that angel just came down to earth, that's all…"
"Awwww…"
"Where's Tai, Sora, Biyomon and Agumon? They should be here by now. This is serious! Who knows what the repercussions of the bombing could be?" Matt asked worried. "We should all be here for this."
"I concur. Though I'm not sure it was a bombing. There was almost no debris. Just a blackened pit. Pipe bombs and such, tend to be messier than that. It looks like the aftermath of a Digimon's attack, given the high degree of vaporization."
"Are you sure."
"Positive."
"This changes everything…" Matt trailed off. He hurried over to where his cell phone was laying. He began hurriedly punching buttons as he said, "If what you say is true, then we're going to need them more than ever!"
He was answered however by the bland tone of the operator informing him that the number his was trying to reach had been disconnected.
"DAMN!"
"Ssshhhh!" Joe chided; motioning to Tk who was now being fed chicken soup by Kari. Then in a softer voice he said, "What's the matter?"
"Their phone is dead. I can't reach them." He pounded his fist on his coffee table in frustration.
"I'll get them. I'm locking onto their presence as we speak." Izzy said, concentrating deeply.
"Good…" Matt stared out the window and watched the snow as it spiraled down lazily amid the neon lights of Odiaba. It was kinda pretty, but it was wrong. All wrong. Something was building, something horrible was coming, and it wouldn't fall on them as softly as this summer snow. Matt shivered, and it was not from the cold. The trailing snowflakes heralded the arrival of evil, and the frustrating thing was, he didn't even know what it was.
Clink
The two champagne glasses chimed together as the couple locked together in a passionate kiss. The man slipped a golden ring set with a sparkling diamond on his ladylove's finger, and mused about just how symbolic that diamond was. It seemed to him that, that diamond represented all their hopes and dreams, glittering just as brightly, and lasting just as long as forever. And I'll make sure they'll last forever.
"Tai, this is a great idea you had. A romantic evening; no distractions,…" Sora made a sweeping motion with one arm, indicating the disconnected telephone, "… music, and it's just the two of us. Well just the four of us, but Agumon and Biyomon are worn out from our trip to the carnival." She smiled warmly at the two Digimon sleeping, entwined in each other's arms (Or in Biyomon's case, wings.) while sitting on Tai's couch.
"And the evening isn't over yet my love." Tai said, taking his fiancée's arm, and leading her out to the center of the room, "In fact it's just begun". Sora giggled as he swung her into a dance position in time with the softly playing music. A slow, sensuous song began, and they started to sway in harmony, dancing blissfully amid a backdrop of Odiaba's neon lights and a swirl of delicate snowflakes.
They were oblivious to everything around them until Sora's rumbling stomach snapped them rudely back to reality. A slow blush spread across her cheeks, and Tai raised an eyebrow.
"Are you hungry?"
"A bit."
"What would the lady like?" Tai said, putting on his best corny French waiter accent.
Sora snorted a little in amusement, and then put her finger to her cheek as if she was in deep thought. Her eyes glittered mischievously and her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Waiter, I think I'll have…Tai food tonight." and began delicately nibbling on his ear.
Tai laughed and pulled Sora into a deep kiss, that by all rights should have set the whole planet on fire in its intensity, as well as a big chunk of the galaxy too. When they finally broke apart, it was not because they had to come up air, but because someone was repetitively tapping them on the shoulder.
"Izzy…ah…what…em…are…eh…you..?" Tai stammered incoherently while he and Sora turned matching shades of lobster red.
"Getting you. Something has come up and we need everybody to address it."
"Couldn't it have waited!" Sora and Tai shared similar disappointed looks. What a way to kill the mood!
"No."
Sighing heavily, they went to wake their Digimon, while shooting Izzy venomous looks. Each of them grumbled as they were woken up. They shared a meaningful look. They would have to talk to Izzy later about the virtues of good timing.
"I can't believe it!" Sora said, shocked.
"Believe it. It happened. Now the big question is, what are we going to do about it?" Izzy sighed. And what's going to happen while we sit around trying to decide?
"I still find it hard to believe that a Digimon is responsible for this. What possible motive could he have for attacking a café of all things?" Tai wondered while scratching his head. "Why?"
"Maybe he just didn't like the food there." Gomamon quipped.
"Come on Gomamon, this is serious." Agumon chided. He rubbed one green eye with one claw. Everyone could see that he was exhausted, and only through a valiant effort was he managing to stay awake.
"Perhaps it had something to do with Izzy and Tk being there. I bet a lot of evil Digimon would just love all the glory that would come with knocking of a Digidestined."
"Perhaps…"
"Look this is getting us nowhere fast. Let's turn on the news and see what they have to say about it." Mimi said as she reached for Matt's remote and clicked on the TV. She settled back and took back Raine from her "Auntie" Palmon and began to feed her a bottle she specially prepared.
None of them were prepared for what they saw.
"Citizens of Japan, presenting the honorable Shoji Koda to speak on the menace that has threatened us for some time." A newscaster intoned, seemingly staring intently at all of them.
"Koda…" The way Joe said it sounded like it was worse then slime itself.
"Who's Koda?" asked Matt.
"Someone who belongs in the sewer system than on the political stage. He's in favor of locking up every Digimon in interment camps just because he's blinded by his own lousy prejudice. Stupid bigot." Joe clenched his fist. "I rather lock him up!"
"But he hasn't done anything…I think." Sora protested. She had never seen Joe like this. Frankly it scared the heck out of her!
"That we know of, Sora" he muttered darkly. "That we know of."
"My fellow people…" Koda began, his visage filling the entire screen. "The menace of the Digimon has plagued us for too long. Ever since Myotismon reigned in terror over Tokyo, we have seen Digimon are not to be trusted. And today we were proven right once again. Today a small, urban café was destroyed and more than twenty people lost their lives…" Something in his eyes told everyone that he knew more, much more, than he was letting on. Joe made a scowl of disgust at the screen, and clenched his fist once again. It was clear he really hated him. "…And so, in response to this tragedy, I have decided to run for Prime Minister of Japan. My people, this will not go unanswered. That I promise you…" The screen went dead.
"Sorry, I couldn't stand it any longer." Mimi said quietly. "He was really getting on my nerves."
"He was getting on all our nerves Mimi. Can you believe the gall of this guy?" Tai asked.
"After hearing that, how could I not. But seriously what are we going to do about this? This Koda business raises this to a whole new level, a level I don't know we can deal with." Sora said, casting a concerned look at Joe, who was still fuming in a corner.
"I don't know Sora. I just don't know."
To be continued….
So what exactly is Koda and Karmeramon's twisted relationship? Why does Joe hate Koda so much? Who are the mysterious duo? And who is the white haired girl and what relevance does she have? All this and more in Balance, Act 2.
So what did you think? Did you like it or not? Either way the next one won't be out for a while. Schoolwork is just too heavy to allow that.
ShannonL
