Hey everyone! I want to apologize for the inactivity. Fanfiction motivation flares up and drops very suddenly and quickly, and I had very little motivation and lack of ideas for quite some time for this chapter. But I hope that it is worth the wait.

OH! To returning readers please re-read the end of Chapter 2, as I altered the ending bit because I simply wasn't happy with it. To avoid confusion.

This takes place in the Playhouse wizard home by the way!

The Fire in Her Eyes

The Crazy Crystalhavens!

I whistle a fairy tune as I stroll down the sloped pathway, the home's World Door closing behind me. The familiar 3-story home looms in front of me, with its outside auditorium to the left. Just they wait until I get an article about thisin 'The Daily Fortune'! I don't know much yet, but there was word of some mysterious girl showing up yesterday and single handedly fighting off the local Leviathan in Triton Avenue. Now my good buddy Chris sent me a letter, and it turns out the girl is staying with him! Good golly that'll be a story! Just wait until I get an interview! Of course- I'll heal her first, as Wizardly duties always come first!

I walk up to the door of the home and do my advanced secret knock, before waiting a few moments with my old trusty medical bag in one hand.

I can always hear Chris's loud footsteps before he swings open the door like a maniac, and this time is no different. He throws open the poor door and greets me with that big smile of his.

"Eeeeeeeeey!" he greets enthusiastically, swinging his right arm in for our handshake, which is a complex demonstration of our close companionship. I can hear his sister Alaina groaning loudly from the kitchen, being far too familiar with it. "So how are you today man? Sorry for making you come on such short notice," Chris rubs the back of his neck in sheepish embarrassment.

"It's not a problem, it's an opportunity for me to get the scoop on this girl I've heard so much about!"

"You and your news articles Spec." he shakes his head at me before something visibly crosses his mind. "Wait- has everyone heard about it?"

"That's beside the point. Now what happened now? She fell down the stairs?" I step into the threshold and he closes the door behind me. I go to walk into the larger area but he stops me with his hand. Confused, I look to my dark-skinned friend, who puts a finger to his lips as if he's trying to tell me to be quiet. Did he forget how loud he is when greeting people?

"Be careful Spec, this girl acts…weird." He warns in a loud 'whisper'.

"Perhaps a head trauma?" I suggest. "After all, defeating a Leviathan singlehandedly and then falling down some stairs isn't usually injury-free."

"I-I don't know, but something feels… off." I chuckle at the perplexed look on his face.

"Chris, you really need to; chill."

"Wow." He shakes his head disapprovingly at that bad pun. His lips twitch at a smile though.

I brush past him with a smirk, tinkering sounds of Alaina cooking coming from my left in the well of the staircase. This is a large house for two people yet so small at the same time. With one bedroom they had to divide it, and since the home is consisted of lofty rooms, they had to get creative with their appliances and spacing. It was all Alaina could afford when she was forced to raise her brother by herself.

I look toward the area that is the living room, and I stop in my tracks as I see a mass on the couch. Could it be…? I tiptoe to the sofa, and my breath catches in my throat.

There she is.

It would have to be her, since I've never seen her before. She's curled up under a red blanket, sleeping peacefully. Her hair is short like a crew cut, and as dark as the haunted cavern. Her skin is a dark warm brown color (Rwanda's the artist not me) with a sloped nose and angular face. Perhaps she's Krokotopian?

"Lunch is ready!" Alaina calls, interrupting my thoughts. I smile and sit down at the dining room table, with a view of the whole 1st floor. Soon enough Chris joins me across the table, as does Alaina with food, the Grizzleheim fireplace crackling and blazing in the wall adjacent to us. How many times have I sit in this spot? Ate with them? I've honestly lost count. I've known the Crystalhavens for so long, that it's darn hard to remember a time when I didn't know them.

All is tranquil as we begin to eat… until Alaina decides to torture me.

"So Spec, how's Rwanda?" I nearly choke on my salad. Curse that nosy Alaina.

"She is doing fine." I snap back, but she only laughs, seeing right through me. She knows all too well that I'm head over heels in love with Rwanda Seasong. But who wouldn't be? She's beautiful, smart, caring…. Oh, to see those honey-colored eyes and dark ocean hair…

"Spec, you're drooling again." Chris informs me with that darn tone of amusement, ripping me from my daydream to the horrible reality of them giggling at my face.

"Shut up…" I grumble before angrily stuffing more salad in my face. They make fun of me now, but just they wait. One day I'll tell her. One day I will sweep her off her feet and she'll be mine forever.

I catch Chris opening his mouth for another sly remark when a new sound grabs our attention. I push up my glasses before looking towards the source.

I wake up groggily, yawning widely and opening my eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling. Wha-…. oh… yeah. I'm a human. I wiggle my long fingers before managing to grip the side of the sofa, pulling myself up, my head immediately beginning to pound painfully. Ouch! Being a human sure hurts, what did I do, fall down some stairs?

"Morning! Or- afternoon!" The Chris boy greets, and my eyes lock onto him and two others on the other side of the room, all looking at me expectantly.

The woman is dark skinned like Chris, (that must be Alaina) who wears a dark purple dress with thin yellow sleeves. She gives me a bright white smile, resembling the Ice wizard's. But now there is a third human-at least- I think he's human. He looks more like an owl from little May's cub books, his bright green eyes magnified by his glasses. His whole being is pale; pale skin, pale green robes, even his curly brown hair seems pale somehow. He's hunched over slightly, and even with the large robe, I can tell he's scrawny and frail underneath. He would have to be a…scholar of some sort, since he'd be suited for nothing else.

"H-Hello…" he stutters, maybe waving at me. I don't know, nor do I care as what I really want it his food.

I can see there's a half-eaten plate of food in front of him, and I stare at it hungrily. My stomach growls angrily, demanding something to eat, but how do I tell them I wanted that? I can't speak human but I'm hungry! And I got to use the litter box!

Her eyes take my breath away. They are the most striking amber I have ever seen, as golden and fierce as a Sabertooth's. She seems lost before suddenly staring at my salad with fierce intensity. We all watch as her face scrunches up in concentration, glancing at us occasionally between her looks.

"A-are you… hungry?" Alaina guesses unsurely after what seems like hours.

The girl nods vigorously before she immediately stops, looking very much in pain. Hmm, will have to look at that.

"I'll get you something to eat." Alaina assures her with a smile before getting up, taking her own plate with her. I watch the girl's eyes smoothly track Alaina's movements into the kitchen.

"M-maybe it wouldn't hurt to check on your injuries…" I start hesitantly, slowly getting to my feet as well. In a single instant her intense eyes snap back to me, and for a moment I'm actually flustered.

Finally, some food! My stomach growls in agreement.

"M-maybe it wouldn't hurt to check on your injuries." The mousy scholar mumbles, and my eyes move back to him. He actually jumps a little when I look at him; what a scaredy-human!

"Hey uh- Chris would you happen to have any healing potions on you? I think I ran out." He meows to the Ice wizard after he rummages through his many many pockets. That's when the Ice wizard searches his many many pockets but with his tongue sticking out. My master doesn't have that many pockets, what do they even put in all of them?

"Nah mate, let me check upstairs." Chris wildly shakes his mane before skipping up some stairs I can barely see.

His sibling appears from the same stair tower* carrying a plate of food my way. She gently kneels down and sets the tray on the table in front of me, with a white cloth and a small silver pitchfork.

She looks at me with a smile, and I nod curtly to say thank you. I don't think she understood my intent though, for she leapt into explaining what it was.

"Oh! It's a salad with some fire berries, desparagus, boomshroom…" the list of ingredients goes on and on, it feels like forever before she stops- well- is interrupted by her kin.

"Alaina! Where are the healing potions?!" I hear the Chris yell. I watch Alaina rolls her eyes before she goes upstairs, leaving me with the puny scholar. I doubt he's a threat.

With that thought, I sit up and face the plate of 'salad' before I lean over to consume it. This is going to be tricky.

I hear an odd crunching sound and I look up from my journals.

Wait- what the-

The girl is using her face to eat the salad! She doesn't even seem to notice the fork lying right beside her!

I watch her freeze mid-chew and her face contort in disgust, letting the chewed up leaves fall back onto the plate. Ugh, I feel sick.

"I found it!" Chris comes running down the stairs jovially, a healing potion held high above his head, with an annoyed Alaina at his heels.

"You mean I found it." Alaina corrects sourly.

He tosses it to me suddenly, my heart stopping a moment before I catch it…barely. I hate it when he does that. But now, it's time to get down to business. I look to the girl, who is staring me down once again with those eyes. Did she see me looking at her earlier?

"H-hello." I manage, smiling warmly and walking over. She doesn't respond, only narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. "Don't worry, I'm just here to look at your leg." She must be in shock, or perhaps she doesn't know the language? No that can't be right…

I cautiously kneel down in front of her, she sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket. She continues to watch me with an unnerving gaze, and it's beginning to make me uncomfortable. "U-uhm, may I see that injured leg please?" the leg is hiding under the blanket. She studies me up and down, a very distrustful look on her face before the leg slowly shows itself. It's bandaged up but clearly bent the wrong way when taking a closer look at it. I try to pull it over towards me but in a single instant it retracts back under the blanket. I look up to see the girl's lip curled into an animalistic snarl, hissing at me. I stare at her in disbelief. Did she just hiss at me? Just who was this girl for Fairy's sake? Just what did she go through to- Ok, I'm getting off track, she is a patient. I am the doctor. I need to do my job.

"Listen, I'm a Theurgist, I can heal people, I want to heal your leg so you can walk." I use large hand gestures in case she really doesn't speak the language. She gives me this exasperated look, and I feel pretty humiliated. It was clear she understood me.

"Ok, can I just please. See your leg?" I beg. She stares at me a few moments before finally letting me see it, slowly moving it toward me. I uncork the healing potion and steadily pour a few drops onto the bandages. Her body coils up like a spring in a golem, anticipating.

With quick pace, I pull out my wand and trace the life symbol over her leg. Oddly enough, she isn't too startled by that. She does seem awfully curious of the green glow surrounding her leg however. I can't help but smile at her cat-like entrancement, the glow fading after a few moments.

"How does it feel?" I watch her swing her leg side to side, before giving a curt nod to me.

"...What's your name?" No response. She isn't mute, I heard her voice, so why won't she-

RAAAAAAAOOOWWWWWWWW! Oh…no. Princess is out again.

Chris and Alaina look at each other in a panic before Chris scrambles up the stairs. He barely leaves my sight before I hear a loud thud and the miniature Wildclaw comes barreling down the stairs. I instinctively let out a squeak and jump onto the wooden coffee table.

She stops and howls before attempting to climb up the wall, leaving deep claw marks as she fails miserably. With ragged breathes she turns around and charges toward Alaina, who barely manages to get out of the way. Chris comes running down, out of breath and rubbing the back of his head. Princess hated him the most.

I watch in horror as she turns around to stare him down like a rabid animal, and in a blink of an eye she's on his face and sending him to the ground. Alaina rushes over to try to get her off as Chris struggles. I get off the table and run over to assist.

I know Wildclaws are wild, but why is this one determined to go above and beyond?!

She digs her claws into Chris's scalp and kicks ferociously at me and Alaina with her back legs, kicking my glasses off to the ground.

Grah! I can't see!

The humans and the Wildclaw struggle in a big massive heap.

"Let me be free! Let me be free you heathens!" The Wildclaw shrieks into the Chris's face. "I want to go home!" …home?

The pile is wrought with yells, shrieks, and screams, and it hurts my ears. I want to tell them stop but I can't. My face grows hot and my palms tingly as the noise rings in my ears painfully. Stop. Just stop. You don't understand, because I can't tell you. She wants to go home, why did you take her from her home? You can't understand what she's saying can you? Stop!

STOP IT!

Pop pop pop POP! Maroon colored lights blind me for a few seconds and the noise comes to a screeching halt.

I see maroon lights flash across my eyes in the blur before I manage to find my glasses and put them on. Just what in Bartelby's name just ha-

I look to the girl to see her breathing heavily, looking at us as Balance orbs circle her. I can feel the air crackle with sheer power. Even Princess seems in awe, frozen mid-swipe.

The girl seems to snap back to reality and look around herself. She seems just as surprised as the rest of us.

"That's what she did with the Leviathan…" Chris whispers to us with Princess still on his face. The girl must have heard him because she looks to him bewildered. With a small pop! the orbs abruptly disappear, seeming to startle her.

Alaina takes this moment of distraction to wrangle Princess, who immediately goes back to snapping. Alaina walks up the stairs with the Wildclaw held out to where she can't scratch her, the Wildclaw yowling and snapping.

I slowly look back to the girl who looks out of breath, seeming to be staring at Chris but…not really. Just who is she? I open my mouth to demand to know when the door suddenly knocks.

Chris (who has scratches all over his face might I add) gets up and opens the door. I see his eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh. Headmaster Ambrose…." Wait- Headmaster Ambrose? I get up and lean over.

"Good afternoon young wizards." The Headmaster responds merrily. "I have received word of a most interesting guest."