Hello, once again! Je m'appelle Jade! (Sorry. I started French 1A in my 6th grade, so beware of some French in my author's notes.) Here's the third chappie to my story, read and enjoy. Also...hmmm, what else? Oh yeah! R&R and PM me with ideas and suggestions!

Chris and Martin are rushing to to the house on the street. (AN:I forgot the street name I used last chapter...sorry.) Their bodies and half of their minds were disobeying them, since they ran to the source of the voice like cheetahs. Their minds were chanting, 'Rana!', but at the same time they said, 'Who the heck is Rana, and why am I going to go help her or him?' Their questions came out unanswered.

As they neared the house, Chris and Martin realized something. They had seen it before! Like, back then when they were in elementary school! But why? They went to a normal school that didn't have students who lived in green houses surrounded by thorny vines and thistles as thick as their fists. It loomed over their heads as they ran and ran.

As you readers read this, you probably remembered that Chris and Martin went to the same elementary school as Rana did. D'argon Magic Elementary in the Beor Mountains. But since they weren't destined to be lead D'argons, the memories of that time were replaced with normal, non-magical memories. Basically, they were mind wiped. Since they've had nothing to do with the D'argons. Until now.

Back to the scene.

Martin and Chris stop at the front door and knock.

No answer.

They knocked a bit more.

Still no answer.

Martin tried opening it.

Nope.

"Well, since we're here, why don't we go on?" Chris asked.

"Sure. Why not?" Martin nodded.

"Now we just have to get in." Chris looked at the knobs and locks. He fingered his chin and rummaged his pockets.

"Ugh, Chris, this is no time for brains! All you need is...BRAWN!"

As Martin said this, he reared up and lunged at the door at full speed and strength, and...

Chris braced himself and ducked down.

KAKA-KROOM-KROOSH!

The door literally blew of its hinges and crashed onto the floor.

"Uhhhhh...Chris? Should we go in?"

"Since we probably owe these people a new door, why not?"

Both of them rushed into the house and ducked down to the basement stairs.

Jade's P.O.V

We were still struggling with the infinite shadows. My uncle was straining to tell me to go out and put up a fight, but I didn't want my uncle to bear the weight of the force field.

Suddenly I heard a giant crash from upstairs. Like a door falling.

"Uncle, I don't want you to hold the entire force field. I'll take some power away and go upstairs and find out what made that crashing."

"Go, now! But hurry!"

I quickly ran to the stairs back up to my room, and dashed to the front door.

I bumped into something lumpy with my foot, and looked down to see what it was.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I fainted, but heard someone say,

"Rana?"

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Martin's P.O.V

Me and Chris ran and ran until I found a staircase lead down somewhere...somewhere deep.

I jogged down the steps and tripped on something like a vine, and it started twisting down my leg.

I wrestled with it until something kicked my back.

I turned around and saw a girl with chocolate eyes and a streak of jade in her hair, looking at me with shock.

My mouth started squirming, like it wanted to says something, so I let it say,

"Rana?"

And guess what? She fell right in my lap, fainting.

Then she murmured,

"Martin...,"

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AN: You like? I did! R&R so I can keep typing! Sorry that this chapter is short.

I also need ideas on how to start chap 4. Wow, I'm so far already!

BYEZ! ^3^!