"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside of you." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The morning light seemed to burst as we came into the clearing, the smell of rust and metal apparent in the air as we finally approached the clearing of the forest that seemed to wilt away from the factory. The building still standing strong and the chimneys still chuffing up smoke.

"This is where I know it is safe. People are afraid of this place, thinking it is haunted, but it's only me that keeps them off the area." I sweat dropped as he huffed a small laugh.

"It's better than nothing I suppose, eh." Doflamingo watched the lively factory work, his brother silent, but I could see that he was tired and weary.

"There are rooms inside, mostly just left over from previous residents."

He nodded briefly towards me and he took his steps to the factory, when he saw I wasn't following he looked back, "Are you coming?"

I shook my head, "No, I can't. I have to return to my father, and knowing my brother he probably already knows of what I've done. Now, I have to face the consequences." I looked down and away from the two, my fear billowing in quickly, "You might not see me again... I don't know what's going to-" A hard pat on my head interuppted me from my sentence and I looked up to see his hand on my head.

"You better come back, eh." There was a light pink dusting his cheeks and he looked away dropping his hand, "I don't know the area, so you're going to have to help us..."

I smiled to his unexpected worry for me, but soon turned away, "I'll try..." and with than headed for the thick brush and climbed to get onto the braches and head home quickly.

It didn't take long to get to the village, the bridges and houses up in the trees, people thriving and talking as they stopped to talk or go through trade on the platforms. I dropped to the deck after climbing a a few feet higher, as I walked past a few people they all stopped to stare at me disapprovingly. I didn't let it get to me and kept my head high, though it did bother me to know that this was most likely my end, knowing everyone knew now, that my brother did squeel like the pig he is.

Once I got to the doors of my home I took a deep breath and pushed the long palms aside and made my entrance.

My brother was in the livingroom, rocking on a hammock, his eyes fell upon me and he glared, "Father shes back!"

I hear a plate crash in the kitchen, knowing that was my mother, and slow steady steps coming from a room soon showed the face of my father as he walked towards me.

"Khalari... Do you know what you have done?" His voice may have been low and even, but his eyes betrayed him of his hidden pain and anger.

"Yes." I kept my stare even and unrelenting, knowing of what was to come.

"You always had a big heart for the weak. But this time your heart has failed to keep in touch with your mind, and for that you must pay the price... Even if you are my child..." His hand rested on my shoulder and soon he let go and went outside, myself following him.

We went to ground level and he stood before me, onlookers watched from afar up on the platforms of the trees.

"Your punishment for disobeying direct orders is to go back to where you began, no longer holding form as one of us. You are to never come back. Until you can find jurisdiction you will stay in the form that the gods give you of your judgement." He said aloud for the witnesses to hear, the people watching intently.

Before he did anything, he pulled me in for a a tight and shaken hug, "I'm sorry Khali..."

The words I heard from him hit me deep and pulled a straining string in my heart, tears forming in my eyes, "I love you..." I said shakily and he then let go and put his hand upon my head, a faint glow resonated and I saw the world differently, change a different color almost, like I had new eyes but were already used. The world seemed to blur and take a darker color. The warmth that my power gave me left my body, feeling like my feet were the drain that let it pour out to the earth. His hand came down and his demeanor did too. Tears rolled down his face as he turned back to the village.

I held my arms out and my skin was darker than the caremel brown it usually took, my hair frizzed out from the humidity and my body reacted negatively to the humidity, quickly making me tired and dizzy.

I watched him walk away slowly for the couple last seconds before making my move to return to the boys.

I need to get out of here. I need to find a group. SOMETHING!

My feet didn't run like they used too, I tripped a few times and stumbled over roots just as the boys did earlier today.

As soon as I came to the clearing, the sun seemed to almost burn my retinas and I blocked the rays with my hands quickly with a whimper of pain as I squint and slowly let my eyes adjust.

The smog burned my nostrils and seemed to resonate in my lungs. I try to block my nose cupping my hand over both my mouth and nose.

Where are they?

I then see a small body move in the window and recognised it as Doflamingo, I began to trudge carefully over to the building and went up the metal stairs, I open the door and my face met harshly with a bat and the whole world went black.