CHAPTER 1: Merrill
We were in Paris, yet again. The kids all wanted to get a better look at the city of lights, while I just wanted to figure out this whole 'save the world' thing.
While we were standing in front of Le Arc de Triumph, Angel started to frantically pull on my shirt.
"What sweetie?" I ask as I distractedly looked around for some kind of danger.
"Look what I can do, Max!" she seemed excited. I glanced down to see her concentrating extremely hard on the person, a young blonde girl, standing in front of us. Nothing happened. Angel frowned and furrowed her brow.
Suddenly the girl went stiff then turned around. Angel dashed for Fang, who was standing behind me.
The girls icy blue eyes swept the area, landing on Angel then traveled over to me.
"You should teach zat child some manners!" She snapped at me, her hair sweeping into her face. She brushed it back with an angry flick of her fingers.
"You should be ashamed!" she continued haughtily, "If I ever did some zing like zat, I would 'ave been punished!"
"Excuse me?" I asked all offended. I mean, I had no idea what she was talking about, but obviously it was slightly insulting my leadership qualities. "Do you have a problem?" the Flock picked up on this cue and group closer together and made us seem more powerful.
The girl laughed. Okay, not the reaction that was normal, but she did seem a little off her rocker.
"You zink you can scare me?" she laughed again, leaning on the small brunette next to her, who turned around. "You? A pathetic bunch of flying brats?"
Then eight more teens surrounding the Arc turned, eyebrows raised. Okay, so she had some numbers on her side, but I bet they weren't as skilled as my Flock.
Suddenly she stopped laughing. She was staring hard behind me. I turned and followed her gaze, to Fang. He seemed surprised at her gaze.
"Fang?" she whispered her French accent gone. "Fang, is that you?"
"Do I know you?" Fang asked hesitatingly.
"Oh, I'll kill him," she hissed her eyes still wide, "I swear I will."
"Merrill? Is it him?" asked the girl next to the blonde.
"Oui. C'est lui."
Gasps went up around us.
"How do you know Fang?" asked Nudge, stepping forward.
"Do you truly not remember me, Shatter Fang?" Merrill whispered to him, "Do you not remember the woods? The Call?"
My breath left me. Fang had often told me of a dream he had, where he was in the shadows of the forest, answering something he could only describe as the Call. Fang apparently wasn't able to control his face either.
"You do remember," she smiled a smile so great I feared her face would break.
"Meet us at Notre Dame, midnight, ok?" she asked as she began to walk away. Then she turned and ran into her group of friends. For the rest of the day, I would hear her voice as she called out her final words to us, "midnight, ok?"