Hey! I'm not dead. Not yet anyways. Just stuck under my first ever major school project. I'd like to thank ArtisanGirl for adding this to her favourites. That had great awesomeness. I didn't get any reviews though =_ (Even flames are appreciated. (It's been a little cold round here). And school's started, so no dedicating my life to FanFiction. I just started High School for you Americans. A bit of a homework shock, as mentioned before. Anyway I wanted to go into a different POV for some of this chappie, it seemed like the only way to do it right. Just a note This is scene/time changes. This = thoughts. And so here is...

A Varied Viewpoint and Power Practice

Earth-A POV that will explain itself

As we flew, I tried to simply enjoy the rush, but I could feel and taste the difference between here and home. My wings flew on anyway. We had a mission here. We could be here for months, maybe even a year. We knew who we were looking for, but not where they were, which meant they could be anywhere at all. I had thought they were our age, but the visions looked so much older. I pointed down at a green space, one eerily similar to the park in Cloverfield. With one accord, the girls and I pulled into a dive, Cordelia in front, cutting a path through the air. As soon as we were safely on the ground I whispered in the ancient language of Power, "Mutaret ad illud quod fuit ante!" (1) Immediately our wings began to shrink and fade away, my uniform dissolving into my old blue jeans and white T-shirt. Unfortunately the Heart gleamed and glittered rather conspicuously and, even if only the girls could see it, that made me nervous. Double checking that the girls had finished transforming before I tried anything, I whispered again in the language of Power "Ipse habitu."(2) Beneath my fingers I felt it morph into a heart-shaped locket. "Roll call!" I said smiling at the girls. It was an old tradition between us.

"Willow!" No one who knew her would ever think that Willow, a diva who didn't like messing up her hair, would control the rough and tough power of Terra, the Earth.

"Irmy!" Irmentrude (Irmy if you didn't want a minor singeing) was all passion, but most passionate about her books. Controlling Ignis, the power of Fire often seemed to come second to school work, but if worlds were at stake, you'd better have her on your side.

"Cordelia!" Her personality was almost as light as her element, Aer. She was an optimist, end of story. Our world could be imploding and, as long as everyone was safe, she'd say something along the lines of "Well! This means that math test is off!" And her laughter was infectious.

"Cora-Lee." Speaking of laughing, Cora used to be the joker of the group, sarcastic, always ready with a witty comment, but recently she had started becoming more and more closed off. She hung out with her family A LOT. Not even her little sister, Kristy, could annoy her out of her silent reverie. It was as if the Guardian of Aqua was now someone else entirely different, someone I wasn't sure I liked.

"A-Win!" My turn. Yeah, weird name. Delia came up with it. My real name is Alanna-Winifred. Just Alanna I could handle, it means harmony, what I'm supposed to symbolise, but Winifred sounds so old, and they're worse together. Any one who calls me by my full name, who is not in a position of authority over me, gets a subtle taste of the power of Energy, Vi. They generally don't use it again. Funny that.

"Norna!" Our very own Fate. She has this obsession with weaving. She once told us that she could see the threads of Life. Do we believe it? Yes. In the middle of a battle, she goes all blank and then two major bad guys' heads bang together, cartoon style. She doesn't really know what her power is so we just called it Fatum, Fate.

"It looks a heck of a lot like Cloverfield, doesn't it?" remarked Willow. "There's even a building that looks like my apartment block."

"It does look like yours," said Cora-Lee in complete monotone, "but there's someone on your balcony." Holding the Heart I felt my eyes gain raptor-worthy focus. It was a girl on the balcony, but the crazy thing was that she looked exactly like me.

Earth-One Rather Long Explanation Later

"So there are exact copies of us? Leading out alternate lives to us?" Delia still didn't get the whole concept of "parallel dimensions."

"Yes," a hint of frustration leaking into Irmy's voice, "I would imagine that there are differences between them and us, maybe names or something like that," The copper-skinned girl attempted to put an end to the endless questions at least temporarily. "But yeah, they live our lives, but probably without the whole… you know, magic. But who knows maybe there's another WICCAN out there. Now come on we need a cover story."

Elsewhere- Slightly Earlier- Third Person

Wilma walked inside, feeling strangely like she had just been watched. After checking her watch, she realised that she had said she'd meet the rest of WITCH 2.0, as Han had dubbed the new Guardians, under the bridge for power practice. She stuck her head into the kitchen, where her dad was making lunch and called out, "Dad! I'm going to hang out with the girls!" She didn't think her dad knew about her mom being magical and all and she wasn't going to chance it.

"Hang out?" asked her dad, an amused smile on his face. "I thought you'd need a bit of practice with those new powers of yours." As he turned back to the carrots he was chopping he heard his daughter gasp quietly.

"You know?" Wilma was slightly taken aback. A single nod. He knew. "How?"

"Suffice to say Chloe's aunt needed a bit more protecting when she was eight. Aaaaannnndd your mother might have let something slip when I followed her to an alternate dimension. Before the Great Discovery." Wilma almost felt her jaw hit the floor. "Are you going or not, Wilma?" She walked out the door in a state of shock, barely responding to the bus driver as she climbed aboard and paid to get to the nearest stop to the bridge.

When she finally arrived, everyone else was there already, playing snap with some KandraCards that Han always carried in one of her purses. "It's about time," Chloe said without looking up from her cards. The game was discarded in a matter of seconds, as the girls prepared for their second real experience with magic. Wilma pulled the Heart of Kandrakar out from under her shirt.

"Guardians Unite!" she announced, feeling slightly stupid for some reason. As the element Quintessence wrapped around her, forming a beautiful pink bubble she felt that feeling replaced by a new strength and confidence. Emerging from her magical bubble she saw WITCH 2.0 in all their mystical (and more mature) glory. Her long bell-sleeved blue dress-cape-thing billowed around her ankles, the wind bouncing lightly over the portion of her abdomen that was exposed. The purple miniskirt, green-and-blue-striped tights and purple boots felt completely natural, even though Wilma had never owned anything like them before. And the whole thing had been spray painted a faint pink. Green and aqua wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and she felt that her hair was standing just a bit higher and longer than usual. Iris, already working on her mom's signature move, the "Tear Sphere", wore a fitted T-shirt with two prongs that curved towards her belly button, very similar to her mother's apparently, but in purple. She had a skirt that reached halfway down her thighs, with a portion of it in the middle at the front and back reaching down to mid-calf. Gloves reached from her wrists and ended in a curl at her elbow. Again her outfit was dusted with pink not including the striped tights and ethereal wings. Her hair flowed freely, with the exception of two small braids tucked behind her ears. Tammy's outfit was a tight blue shirt with one long sleeve that flared out, a single curl-collar on her neck and a similar curl beneath her collarbone. Over her tights she wore what looked like closefitting ¾ bootleg pants with a small split in the outer side of the leg, all decorated with tiny pink dots. Her hair stood up in spikes like Mrs Cook's had, but some of Tammy's hair was in ringlets, forming a frame around her face. She was just starting to work on holding a fireball without getting it everywhere but her hands. Chloe was double checking for the 3rd time in the 17 seconds they'd been transformed that her sky-blue-and-pink-spray-painted sash was in the correct position over her left shoulder. The matching ankle-length skirt sported a single coil around her belly button, coming up from the left side, and a slit up the same side revealing her banded leggings and high heeled boots. She ran her fingers through her high-ponytailed hair, drawing imaginary attention to it and the long, fitted sleeves of her top that ended in points on the back of her hands. Wilma knew she was exceptionally excited about the top, with the right sleeve being really one long glove and the peculiar neckline, a 135˚ angle with the flat on the right side, like the glove. Han was zipping somewhere around Heatherfield, endeavouring, and succeeding to master one of the most valuable of a Guardian's skills, flight. Her shirt was rather unusual. One side had a blue spiral on her shoulder and the other was a ¾ length loose purple sleeve. The purple sleeve crossed over in front forming an Orient-style shirt that just came short of the belly button. Her skirt was exactly like her mother's but in purple with a pink thread around her waist, all of it sprayed with pink. Wilma bent her knees and leapt into the air, wings fluttering. She attempted to fly to her left instead having to pull up before she hit the ground.

When Iris got home she was confronted by her mother. "Rissy, there are some exchange students coming and I offered a place for one of them here."

Gee thanks for warning me Mom, she thought, now I get to share a room with a complete stranger for who knows how long! Her feelings showed plainly on her face.

Elsewhere on Earth-The Next Day

"I can't believe we had to sleep in the park!" cried Willow. "My hair is trashed!" Her face told that inside she was making slightly stronger comments.

"If you can even call that crazy thing we do at night sleeping!" Irmy added. She referred to the multi-dimensional, speed-of-light-travelling, soul-collecting commotion that occurred every night almost as soon as these certain girls closed their eyes. It wasn't exactly restful or straightforward, especially if a soul didn't want to go, but it was the price of being a Guardian of Finitude. Cora had once ushered her own grandmother to the next world, a strange experience for both. "And what I can't believe is that the only cover story we could think up was the lame old "Exchange students." This is never going to work!"

"I beg to differ!" A-Win exclaimed. "No one will suspect that we're from a completely different dimension, here to find a bunch of fairies that are going to help us save our world!" There was an awkward quiet, one full of expectancy. This was the time when Cora would make a joke and they'd laugh their heads off. All that happened was a lady with a black dog walking past gave them a weird look. The silence was deafening.

Apologising now for long descriptions, but I felt it necessary. Please review. I need some news AKA do you like it or not? The translations of the Latin is below:

(1-Change us back to that which we were before)

(2-Disguise yourself)

PS Don't own WITCH. Sucks huh? But I own WITCH 2.0, the Parallel set of Guardians, heart hunting, the "Great Discovery", Aretha, Racardank, the plot AAAANNNND KandraCards. Suddenly that seems like a lot of things. That's a bit peculiar.

PPS the "Tear Sphere"= a water ball. I thought Irma would/should have a cool name for it.

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