A.N.: Hi, I'm sorry that it took me so long to post this. I've been really busy and my computer's been being stupid. I also apologize if it's not as good as the other chapters, it was kind of rushed.

Skyrin woke up in the middle of the night. Her room was dark, with a stream of moonlight filtering in through the window. As she looked around the room, she noticed a tall figure standing in the back of her room. He took a few steps forward into the moonlight. Skyrin recognized the man from her dreams. This was Requiem, the courtless knight who had saved her. She studied his features in the moonlight. His brown hair was pushed back from his face and probably set that way by the hat he now held under his arm. He had light blue eyes and a square jaw. Skyrin took in his white poet shirt and purple kilt. As she was studying him, he spoke.

"Hello, Skyrin."

"Hi Requiem," came Skyrin's soft reply.

"I figured that I should come and check to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine," said Skyrin, who continued to study Requiem. Requiem realized what Skyrin was doing and smirked. She noticed and lowered her eyes. There was just something about him that made her act strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, though. Perhaps that is why Rubiee gave her a warning. Skyrin's head continued to spin with thoughts until, yet again, Requiem's voice woke her from her musings.

"Well, if you're all right, I suppose that I should let you sleep," said Requiem before exiting the room. Again, Skyrin fell into a sleep of knights and princes until morning. When she woke up again, Skyrin slid out of the bed she was in and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She walked around the room and came to a mirror. At first she didn't recognized herself. The curly auburn hair was the same, so were the teal eyes that stared back at her, but something just didn't seem the same. She figured that this new place must have been changing her.

Skyrin opened the door to her room and began to walk down a long hallway with five doors along it. She could hear laughter somewhere. Once she reached the end of the hall, Skyrin saw the five faeries sitting around a table eating something.

"Skyrin, you're awake!" yelled Nessa.

"Are you hungry dear?" asked Discordia.

"No, I'm fine."

"You should at least sit down," said Rubiee. The five faeries and human looked around and noticed that all five chairs were occupied.

"She can have mine," said Requiem as he began to stand up. Skyrin walked over and sat down in the now-vacant chair.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night. I guess that you want me to leave now."

"Absolutely not," said Nessa, "Not with that prince after you. You can stay here as long as it takes for you to get home. It's not like this is one of our court homes anyway."

"Then where is this?"

"It's a spot between the four courts. It's kind of like a clubhouse. We all have other homes but stay here together sometimes," explained ShadowCat.

"How long will it be before I get to go home?" asked Skyrin. Everyone got quiet. It didn't seem like anyone wanted to answer her. Skyrin could tell that she wouldn't like the answer. She was about to say something, then Rubiee spoke.

"The part of the veil that you came through only opens once every year."

"You mean I have to stay here for a whole year?"

"A year in our time. It will be longer for the humans."

"How long?"

"It's hard to tell, but probably about five years."

"What will my family think if I'm gone for five years and then come back having not aged."

"They'll probably just assume that you've been kidnapped of mysteriously disappeared. That's what humans usually assume. And you not aging will probably go unnoticed because your only sixteen now." Skyrin felt her stomach drop as they explained. She couldn't just leave her family with no explanation for five years. Maybe she could find some other way to get back home sooner. In the meantime she just needed to be alone. Skyrin stood up and went tearing out of the little house. She ran out of a door and into the frozen meadow in front.