Chapter 4

The Flaw in Their Plan

On the plane

Zhalia walked back into the room and sat in her seat next to Sophie again. She glanced at each of her team members before looking out the window. Not knowing what her fingers were doing, she pulled her logos book out from her amulet pouch and started to drum her fingers on it. Delia said her team wouldn't be safe, that she carries no responsibility for what happens to them. So, what were they going to do?

Emi sensed Zhalia's discomfort and glanced at the blue haired seeker. She could see the way Zhalia's eyes projected her worries. Knowing very little about Zhalia, she couldn't have guessed that she is a professional at hiding her emotions, worries and problems, yet her infamous gut could give her access to the most complicated aspects of a situation or a person.

"Are you alright, Zhalia?" Emi asked. Lok looked over at Emi, seeing her concern for his blue haired friend, he glanced at Zhalia. She was looking out the window, drumming her fingers on her logos book, not paying attention to the rest of the team and obviously consumed in her own thoughts.

"Are you okay, Zhalia?" He asked, "You seemed a bit distracted" Den, who had been listening to their conversation, nodded in agreement. Zhalia looked away from the window once again, draining any emotions from her face. She couldn't let the teens know that she was putting them in grave danger. She just couldn't bring herself to do so. It felt like she betrayed them again and voicing her thoughts seemed impossible. If only she could insist more and convince Dante to let her go alone… things would have been way easier. But now she has to be on guard for all of them, they got no idea about the Red Dragons. They are harsh, old-fashioned –not in clothing- and trust no one. It's not like they'll cause trouble for the team, but they won't offer their assistance if the team faces a Huntik related trouble. They strictly follow their rules and know how to keep them away from other's business, which means her team, is exposed to the heart of the abnormal…

"I'm fine." She replied, hoping it would make them stop asking. Lok stared at her with those big, sky blue eyes of his, not sure whether he should buy that or not, while Emi's black eyes showed her concern. Den studied her before looking at Sophie, hoping that she could somehow convince Zhalia into talking to them, but was disappointed to see that she was reading a book.

Lok got up and sat on the other side of Sophie, poking her lightly to gain her attention and then looking dee into her emerald eyes, remaining frozen for a while. Emi smiled, though, her lack of her knowledge about human relationship made her wonder what was with Lok and Sophie and why they seemed so close.

Den continued to study Zhalia. He could probably be closer to figuring out what she was hiding, because of their brother/sister relationship, but still, she was better trained than him and he couldn't tell. He watched Zhalia look back out the window, unable to find out why.

Emi was about to open her mouth, when that feeling in her gut came back. She hugged her stomach and directed her stare to the floor of the plane. What was it now?

'Okay,' Emi thought, 'Breathe. Just breathe. Just think. It can't be that bad. Can it?' Then, a thought struck her. Lucas said he'd know if she talked to any Casterwills, right? Sophie was a Casterwill. Emi felt her blood freeze. She was dead now!

Zhalia sensed some discomfort in the room and quickly tore her eyes from the window. She glanced at her teammates, before her eyes landed on the green looking Emi.

"Are you okay, Emi? You look a bit green." Zhalia blurted out. Lok and Den looked up from what they were doing and looked at Emi, ashamed that they failed to notice her discomfort.

Emi's head shot up. Her eyes darted around confused. When, she calmed down, she looked at Zhalia. She gave her a faint nod, and looked back down. She had gotten everyone's attention now. Lok nudged Sophie. She put down the book with an annoyed look and was about to tell him off, when he whispered the situation to her.

"Are you sure?" Zhalia asked again. She would have to warn Dante if Emi is sick. Maybe even use that as an excuse to not drag her to Japan.

Emi didn't look back up, but she could feel their worried stares. Great, this was just going perfect. Attention is the last thing she needs. What if Sophie senses her gut and finds out she is a forbidden Casterwill and tell Lucas? She will be dead for sure!

"I'm just perfect." Emi replied, "I am just not used to planes. It will go away" Zhalia studied the raven haired girl more out of habit. Lok and Den just shook their shoulders, realizing it's not something serious. Sophie was about to open her mouth to ask another question, when the door that led to the cockpit open and closed. Dante Vale had entered the room.

Emi looked up, to see Dante standing in front of the door. She sighed with relief. If they started to ask questions, she might have let herself break. For some reason, her gut is screaming that something is wrong and having all of their gazes directed to her didn't ease the situation or helped her at all.

Dante's eyes swept over his team, checking their condition. His eyes landed at the pale Emi, before jumping to Zhalia. She looked directly into his eyes for a minute before glancing to the window again.

"Alright, team." Dante said, starting a conversation, "We'll be arriving in Venice soon. There, I want to all meet at my house. After that, go pack. We'll be leaving for Japan as soon as possible and I want you to be ready. Zhalia, grab that thing that you we're telling me about. Okay?" Everyone but Zhalia nodded, but Dante knew she understood. Heaving a mental sigh and suppressing his urge to pull her at the cockpit and make a proper conversation, he turned to leave.

"Um…Why are we going to Japan?" Sophie asked in bewilderment causing him to turn around again. Den and Lok nodded in agreement, the exact same question came to their minds at the same moment. Emi kept her mouth shut. For such a new member to express doubts over the team's leader choices would be disrespectful and suspicious of her. She knew better than triggering their suspicions when she is the least trustworthy member of the team.

"I'll explain later." Dante promised, "For now, I want the four of you to rest. Emi, I need you to come with me for a bit, okay?" Emi nodded nervously. Zhalia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. He really was determined to put the whole team in danger just because he was worried about her… This is just insane. His selflessness nearly killed him almost two months ago and if Zhalia knew that his selfishness would have the same effects both for him and the team, she would have kept her thoughts to herself and go to Japan alone, making it look like she disappeared. Not like Dante's reaction would have been much different, but he would have no lead. He wouldn't know where to search for her and that would keep him away from danger. And for God's sake, she is not a little kid, she can take care of herself perfectly fine, but the memories running through her head and the last mission started to tell her otherwise. Still, Delia would teach her how to defend herself against the abnormal titans, what about them?

"Dante, can we meet at my house? We've met there most of the time." Sophie suggested and Dante shrugged.

"I have no problem with that." He agreed. Emi glanced at the floor again. First, she is talking with Sophie and now, she is about to enter a Casterwill's house. What would Lucas do if he found that out? What would Sophie do?

Emi's gut dropped and she had to bit her tongue to stop from gasping. Just then, there was a huge jolt in the plane and lights started to flash red. Lok, Den, and Zhalia turned to the windows. Dante and Sophie rushed to the cockpit. Emi froze. This couldn't be good.

A Japanese woman at her 40's was lying at a hospital bed, wearing a rather long pale white night gown, which didn't seem to be different than the color of her skin. Embraced by the white blanket and the smell of Kiku and Asagao flowers, she inhaled a handy of the fresh, fragrant air which entered her room after her visitor entered her room and opened the window, causing her to wake up. Blinking a couple of times to adjust to the new source of light, a weak, yet genuine smile ornamented her face as she recognized the blond female. Having been a ninja for her entire life, she has gained the ability to feel the presence of another one, even though the footsteps of her visitor have a sound equal to the one a feather makes when it falls on the ground. After all, she is her daughter; she expected nothing less from her.

The dark haired woman tried to awake her muscles and stand up but her daughter pushed her down gently, her face holding no emotion, but a mother knows her child better that it knows itself and she could see the worry in her blade orbs.

"How are you feeling today mum?" she asked her voice as stable as always. At least that's what others would hear, but her mum could tell by the moment she walked in that something is bothering her.

"Hey there Edelweiss" the mother greeted her daughter using the name of a flower again. She always enjoyed speaking the flower language, Hanakotoba, and every time he would call her by a different flower according to what she could see in her eyes. There was always courage and strength but no flower could represent worry… and there wasn't a single time that she needed to search in the corners of her mind to find such a flower. Her daughter always had any situation that was passed to her hands under control. Something serious must be going on.

"Can you just…call me by my name once" her daughter requested without revealing the pleading in her voice but as expected, her mum could see right through her.

"What will that change? What will your name tell about you?" she asked, her eyes barely open and her breath shallow. She is getting weaker. Her daughter placed her hand on her mother's cheek, brushing away some locks of her neck-length hair and only finally allowed her features to soften.

"I am your daughter mum, Delia, not your students. I need you to call me by my name" this time, the pleading in her voice was audible as she eyed her mother with pure sadness and something else that even Delia herself couldn't trace.

"But what would that change anything Erika?" she asked again weakly, slowly starting to fade away.

"I am not lonely mum, stop mentioning the flower of solitude! I just need you here! I need your help! He is back!" Delia now completely broke. She didn't know why, but something about her mum claiming she is lonely frustrated her. She wasn't lonely…but also her mother was never wrong. Yet whatever she is, whatever she feels doesn't matter. Because above being a daughter, a woman, even a person, she is an upcoming leader, a fighter, a protector of a large family. If her mum wants to call her by flowers, she would prefer Edelweiss than Erika. Even right now when she wants to hug her more than anything, she has to prepare herself to fight and take from her mother, the great warrior and philosopher Amira Kimiko, as much help as she can. But still…she had to break down, to let it all go now, before the glass overflows.

Her mum was barely conscious and Delia knew she didn't have much time before she blacks out. Now holding her hand tightly and kneeling besides the bed, she placed her mother's cold pale hand in her forehead and shut her eyes closed. Tears started streaming down her face against her will as she was killing her sobs one by one.

"Just tell me something…anything" she freely begged and could feel her mother's pulse weaken as her fingers were upon her veins. Amira wasn't trying to lift her body up anymore, but she allowed gravity to pull her body in the rather soft mattress of the hospital bed, her cool pillow adding to the temptation of closing her eyes.

"Delia…your dad… know" she barely whispered and lost consequences, her daughter still gripping her hand.

"What the hell are you always trying to tell me about my dad? He was unconscious when you and the elders imprisoned him! What are you trying to say about my dad?" the blade eyed female shouted the ground, draining her eyes from tears, crying out all the pressure she has been under all this long.

Only when she lifted her head up to face her mother did she realize she was no longer with her, at least for now. She took a deep breath and returned to her usual emotionless state, being now empty and ready to start working again. Delia got up and headed to the door. When she reached the entrance, she stopped in her tracks.

It happened again….

She shifted her weight to her left hand which she had placed on the door frame and shook her head. Shooting her mum one last glance from her shoulder, she turned to leave and crushed to someone's strong chest. Averting her eyes to the person, she saw a tall man with blond curls, tanned skin, greyish blue eyes and wide shoulders. A knowing look in his eyes as he recognized her and smiled warmly, intending to spread the warmth to her. However he knew that she had stopped receiving this warmth a long time ago. Delia bowed 45 degrees with her right hand bend in front of her chest, showing her respect to the man.

"Welcome home Master Dragon" she welcomed him properly and the current leader of the clan shook his head and rolled his eyes while relieving a melodic chuckle.

"I have told you a thousand times Delia, there is no need for formalities when we are alone" he reminded her and Delia came back to her straight posture, a weak smile on her lips and her eyes on the ground.

"Right, sorry dad" she sincerely apologized and looked him in his greyish blue eyes which resembled her own blade gray so much, but held more warmth and kindness compared to hers, which showed pride and confidence to everyone.

"What's bothering you child?" her father, the current leader of the clan Fernando Santiago, asked with concern as he noticed how his daughter's gaze went back to the ground.

"Did it happen again?" Delia had to think for a while before answering that question. Shooting him a serious look, she replied after what seemed eons to the man, only raising his worry.

"No" she curtly replied and kept eyeing him coldly without even blinking

"Mum mentioned you again" she stated, or more like started a statement which she expected him to continue with demand in her eyes. Fernando heaved a sigh and eyed his daughter apologetically.

"I'm sorry mi acara, I wish I could look you in the eyes and tell you what is your mother talking about but I can't. I was unconscious back then… your mother and the elders imprisoned him and have managed to keep us safe, even if it costed her health. You shouldn't bother your mind with that or try to make something out of your mother's words. She has to rest and you need to think of your duties. Besides, he is restrained now, he-"

"He is back dad" Delia interrupted, causing him to stare at her wide eyed and lost, taking a step back. Now it was his turn to grab the doorframe.

'What do you…? How can you be so sure?" regaining his composure, his eyes froze like hers. A father and his daughter turned into leader and warriors at the blink of an eye when they sensed danger. After all, that's their job.

"A few days ago Zhalia Moon called. She received a warning message, more like a threat from him, demanding what she stole from him. We both know what that is and what will happen if it falls into wrong hands" she informed him and he gave her a curt nob in return, his senses sharp, as if he would attack them right where they stood.

"I have planned for the appropriate measures to be taken" she added before he could speak and silenced him. She has been trained well and wisely educated for the position from a very young age. Fernando has witnessed her progress and has no doubts about her strategy and tactics, since they have proven to be efficient in every battle. He is indeed his daughter.

"You better find out what she is trying to say, because my measures will only enlighten the threat, buy us sometime but not eliminate it." She warned and left the room as a leader, before she could receive a parental gesture her dad intended to share as a daughter. She has no time for that now. She simply walked to the exit of the hospital without turning back and leaving her father visit her sick mother, thinking only about how to keep her people and Zhalia safe, as a capable leader.

"I see nothing." Den called to Zhalia. Emi, too, turned to the window to take a look. There were smoky white clouds and the blue sky, but no attackers. Sophie ran back in in a hurry with a concerned yet serious expression.

"Dante told me to come back and help." She told them and sat beside Lok.

"There's no one over here. What about you three?" Emi repeated Den's observation, since both of them were at the left side of the plane, and looked back at Zhalia, Lok, and Sophie who were at the right side, hoping to hear something specific. Lok shook his head negatively while Zhalia's silence told Emi that she has found nothing as well and continued to look out of the window. Meanwhile Sophie tried to activate her infamous gut, being a Casterwill is very useful when it comes to tracing magic. She could sense strong magic forces, and lately, she's been able to tell who they were coming from, blood spiral or Organization, and she knew that with more practice, she could tell who the owner of the spell was, eventually. She still had lots to learn about the Casterwills, she felt like they were still keeping secrets from her, but she was too busy to care right now.

"I can't sense anything." Sophie finally said after a while, "Whoever they are, they're good, good enough to be able to block Casterwills from sensing them." Zhalia sighed out of indignation. This day was just perfect! Whoever they were, they must have faced Casterwills before.

'Sophie said they could block out Casterwills.' Emi thought, 'I wonder if they blocked out forbidden Casterwill's senses too?' She didn't have much time to think on that, though. The plane jostled and tossed its riders abound. After the plane could fly straight again, Zhalia got up, regained her balance and run to the cockpit.

Making her way there in a hurry, she sat down in the seat next to Dante. She wasn't Sophie, she didn't know as much about flying planes as her, but she could still help. Dante nodded at her, acknowledging her presence. He was glad she chose to be at his side now, even if they were under attack. Just being close to she can help him understand her, maybe even figure out the cause of her recent behavior towards him.

"What's going on, Dante?" Zhalia asked, "We can't see anyone from the windows. I'm assuming that they are above us." Dante nodded and checked a control for a second before answering.

"They are above us." He stated, "And from my perspective, they're Organization. Not only are we being attacked, but there's an engine malfunction. I don't know how that got there, though. The plane was fine before we took off." He finished and Zhalia frowned, looking at the controls. This was just great. The Organization never knew when to give up.

Meanwhile Lok, Sophie, and Den continued to look outside for their attackers. Emi was looking outside too, but was more in deep thought. Maybe if she tried one of her powers, she might be able to see them and where they are.

"Rope Reveal." She muttered. The name sounded weird, but it allowed the 'ropes' around her to be raised and she could she other than what was around her.

Den looked over at Emi in mild confusion. She was looking out of the window, like the others, but she didn't seem to be looking for the attackers. Dante had said she was able to already use titans and spells. Maybe she knew a spell that could help them, but how could she know a spell that a trained Seeker like himself didn't know.

The plane jostled again, causing Sophie and Emi to lose their balance and bounce to the floor.

"They're above us!" Emi stated seriously, standing back up and offering her hand to Sophie. She took it and Emi pulled her up.

"How do you know that?" Lok asked, pure curiosity lacing his voice, aside from the slight tremble due to his attempts to remain in his position.

"How else could they attack without us seeing them?" Emi asked, more like supported her opinion and Den nobbed in agreement.

"Well," Sophie said, putting her hands on her hips, "The point is that I can't tell who they are and I was supposed to be able to" Sophie said, feeling guilty she couldn't do much and Lok patted her shoulder, giving her a rush of comfort.

Emi sighed hopelessly. She was new here and didn't know much about the Foundation's enemies. All she knew about we're the Red Dragons, and she wasn't even supposed to know about them. And technically, they weren't enemies, so she wasn't much of a help either

"Well," Sophie said, turning to Lok and Den, knowing that Emi wouldn't know what she was talking about, "it could either be Organization or Blood Spiral, but I'm sure the Spirals wouldn't attack us like that, this is really unlike them" she guessed and the everyone besides Emi nobbed, having already more than enough experience with the blood spiral.

Emi, turning away from the others, wondered how she was going to battle. She had enough trouble getting into the Foundation without using her powers. How was she supposed to battle?

"What do you think, Emi?" Lok asked the raven haired girl for her opinion and when she didn't respond, he waved his hand on her face. Emi whirled back around.

"What?" she asked as if she just had an electric shock, wondering what she could have possibly missed, and betraying her nervousness?

"I was wondering about an idea I had." Lok replied patiently, "What if, we opened the windows and shot powers from there? You think you could handle it without falling?" he suggested and Emi thought for a second. She didn't want to be the center of attention, but at the same time, Lok wanted her opinion.

"I think it's not okay." Sophie interjected, tossing a strand of her hair behind her shoulder, "We are clearly at disadvantage from under them, perhaps you could use Kipperin to have at least a force from above them and have they surrounded." The plane shook again before anyone could react to Sophie's opinion. It's shuttering threw the teens on the floor.

Emi pulled herself up from the floor and offered her hand to Den. Lok pulled Sophie up as Den took Emi's hand. Before they could manage to properly stand on their feet again, Dante came back to the room with Zhalia following right behind him. Emi could tell there were both alarmed, thanks to her gut, but they wanted to keep their cool.

"Alright, team." Dante said, "Who's up for jumping out of the plane?"

"Why?" Emi blurted, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Dante looked over at his newest protégé with a small smile.

"Let's just say, that somehow, the plane is going to explode." He announced, looking way calmer that what Emi would have looked like if she had figured this out by herself.

"There is no time for panic or anything else. Grab your parachutes and let's move" Zhalia coldly commanded and everyone nobbed, grabbing their backpacks and parachutes while Zhalia and Dante had already attached their own to their backs.

Lok, Sophie and Den jumped casually out of the plane, while Dante and Zhalia stayed back to watch out for Emi. The raven haired girl was frightened, but had no time to think about it. Her mentor gave her an encouraging pat and shot her a soothing look.

"It's alright; we'll be right behind you." He assured her and Emi smiled with gratitude. Taking a deep breath, she jumped of the plane and immediately was attacked by an intense ticklish sensation in her belly and a rapid increase of her heartbeats.

Turning her head upwards in horror, she saw Dante and Zhalia falling right behind her, but that didn't make her feel any safer. Her breathing was uneven and she couldn't even scream out of terror.

"Emi open your parachute!" Dante screamed as he saw how dangerously close Emi was to the ground. The girl screamed out of panic and covered her eyes, expecting the worst to happen, but her fall was cushioned by a pair of two strong arms. She opened her eyes hesitant and came face to face with an insect headed Lok.

"Got you!" he assured her with a sheepish, yet comforting smile as he safely landed her to the ground. Emi's legs were shaking so hard, she had to get a hold of a tree trunk to calm her down.

Meanwhile Dante and Zhalia were almost there, until a force ripped Zhalia's parachute open and sent her falling to some trees. Dante screamed her name concerned and tried to speed up his fall and rush to her while Lok was already on his way to the rescue with his power bonded titan, Kipperin.

However the blunette needed neither of them. She got rid of her parachute in a splint of a second and cushioned her fall with feather drop as she landed in a tree's branch, only to get hit by another spell that came out of nowhere and gave her a burning sensation in her chest. This time, it was Lok who caught her and helped her land safely beside Dante and the others who were already at the spot. Dante's breath had been stuck In his throat all along and only came back to normal after he felt Zhalia's hands in his, when he gently pulled her closer to himself, much to her attempts to pull away. He noticed how she had placed her palm on her chest, gripping her shirt tightly, a fiery red glow coming from the spot she was touching, radiating warmth.

It was a fire spell. That was weird, Organization is not well known to have fire seekers and from the blood spirals, Kiel has the most powerful fire spells. Could his guessing be wrong and they are attacked by left over blood spirals and not stubborn nerve-wracking organization scums?

The team had to turn their heads after hearing a hysteric laughter which sounded more like its owner was choking. Dante's original guessing was right after all, they were indeed Organization suits, accompanied with a tanned blond male with strange Japanese red attire and a hideous scar on his exposed half body. It was obvious he is not an ordinary suit.

"Oh boy, this was a blast! I haven't had so much fun in a while! Though it would have been more fun if that branch had pierced your stomach, but I have heard that the lone wolf Zhalia Moon is not fun at all so, no surprise here" the man stated in a piercing weird voice which confessed his lack of sanity… or maybe his sense of bad humor. Dante and the others frowned, except Zhalia who had managed to pull away from Dante and was still griping the flesh of her chest tightly, feeling the insane amount of heat spread to her entire body and making her feel dizzy.

"I see the Organization has another new crazy leader. No surprise here either" Dante commented mockingly with his infamous smirk and frown. The man didn't seem offended at all with his words, more like…amused.

"Indeed mister Vale, I am crazy… crazy for revenge. And to take revenge I need to make my opponent's life harder than it already is and watch them suffer before I finish them of!" The man shared his plan with an unusual glimpse of evil in his eyes. His hatred for that person could be detected from miles away.

"How come that enemy of yours happens to be Zhalia? And how can you block Casterwill magic?" Sophie demanded to know, not fancying this guy already. Pure disgust ornamented the team's faces just by the bare sight of him.

"Oh, so my suits were right! There is indeed a young Casterwill in the plane. I guess you are the one who sensed us!" the man concluded amused "So you are with the side of my enemy! " he then inquired with a more angry expression and Sophie frowned as she stood protectively in front of her friends, feeling that this guy will attack at any second.

"Yes I am! And I am not letting you hurt my friend again!" she proudly stated and the man eyed her surprised before bursting out in his piercing hysteric laughter.

"Oh my, you thought that Zhalia was my enemy! Oh no my little naïve Casterwill. Zhalia is the person I have to get rid of to weaken my enemy." The man revealed and caused Sophie to frown, both out of curiosity and displeasure.

"Would you mind enlightening us then? Who are you and who is your enemy?" Dante asked with a cold demanding tone and the man stared at him wide eyed.

"Oh my, where did my manners vanish? My name is Kelton and my enemy, is none other than Zhalia's friend Delia Santiago" Kelton introduced himself and revealed his enemy, which caused Dante to frown even more. He just knew that this girl was trouble all along!

"And how come a Red dragon like you has formed an alliance with the Organization. Judging by the power your title provides you, you could have acted by yourself" Dante kept him busy while motioned his team to surround the suits slowly as he still remains the center of attention. However, Zhalia didn't have the strength to move. Her whole body was engulfed by heat; it almost paralyzed her as she felt every cell of her body heating up at a point where she felt like she was on fire… literally.

"I no longer possess the title of the Red Dragon mister Vale" he clarified and moved his eyes to Lok, who had tip-toed his way behind some suits and was ready to crush them. "But I still have some of the powers it provided me. So I and the Organization made a deal. They will help me get rid of Miss Moon and cause as much pain as possible to my original enemy, and I will grand them the 'Dragon gifts'. However, judging by her past, the Organization shall owe me more than one favors, since not only I have empowered them, but I will get rid of their traitor and the most annoying team in the Foundation. I will be like a God to them!" he kept talking in a fast speed, and his pupils seemed to change size in a non-normal way.

"And what makes you think it is going to be that easy?" Dante inquired and Kelton smirked. With a swift motion of his hand, three piercing exploding sounds filled the air. The ground around Sophie's, Lok's and Den's feet, who have been surrounding suits all along, turned into lava and started covering them like a blanket, until it reached their necks and petrified itself.

"With one more motion, I can make the stone out of magma pierce their bones and I will gladly do the same to you and this young girl over there" he threatened him and pointed at Emi, who was still standing by the tree. Both she and the team had only heard about Red Dragons and Delia never specified what they are capable of. If an ex dragon can do this much, what is an original dragon capable of? Lok, Sophie and Den were trapped and seemed to be unable of calling any spells or titans, since the lava had covered their mouths as well, but it wasn't just that. This magma was magical…it restrained their power, or so Dante could tell. All he knew for sure is that as long as Kelton has the upper hand, they have a disadvantage. If Emi and Zhalia could buy him some time by dragging the suits attention and let him deal with Kelton, he could free the rest of his team. On the other hand, the effects of the spell that Kelton had hit Zhalia with hadn't vanished, something that Dante didn't have the chance to notice, only when he heard a muffled moan of pain, as if its owner tried to prevent it, and Emi shouting Zhalia's name.

He abruptly turned around to find her kneeling on the ground, gripping the same part of her chest she did before, only this time, she was sweating and breathing hard and the area her hand was on was reddish. Emi was already at her side, holding her shoulders lightly, a concerned look gracing her features. Dante's frow turneded into a worried face full of fear for his beloved. He wanted to rush to her side and use a spell to lessen the pain, but he couldn't let his guard down. Turning to face Kelton again, he barely held a low angry growl.

"What did you do?" he demanded his fists balled and ready to strike. Kelton simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing much, just a spell to increase her temperature so much it will burn her from inside out. Quite a torturing way to die, but she deserves it after what this bitch made me get through. She removed my fucking Dragon! Now I will remove they object she desires and I will finally be recognized by my master!" Kelton manically shouted and spitted on Dante's face. Dante never felt more disgust in his life. He was ready to call a Dragon fist and smash Kelton's head, or at least try to… otherwise, Zhalia would die…

Irene Rays A/N: Hello everyone. Long time no see!

This is the next chapter of mine and Carter's combined story…

So…our traitor CI has formed an alliance with the Organization and is threatening our team… Bleh XD

Seems like Dragon's magic can block Casterwill magic… why is that? And why couldn't it block Emi's magic? Has it something to do with her being a Forbidden Casterwill? What does that mean after all? And why would the Red Dragons have specific spells to block Casterwill magic? How can Kelton still use spells after Delia removed his Dragon? Who is Kelton's master? Will Dante come up with something to save Zhalia? Will they actually manage to get in Japan in one piece? What does Zhalia have that has become the center of attention anyway…?

We'll let you know in the next chapters! Thank you for viewing and reviewing the story, we appreciate the support of all of you.

Never forget to smile and stay awesome

Lots of love from Irene Rays

Carter Casterwill's A/N: Hello my lovely hot dogs!

New chapter! Finally! I was actually writing this and I got writers block halfway through! So, Irene finished for me and I'm a grateful!

So, things are not looking good for Zhalia, are they? Why could Emi sense them when Sophie couldn't? What exactly is the difference between Casterwill's powers and Forbidden Casterwill's powers? Will the team get there? Like will everyone make it there? Will anyone die? It's Irene and me, someone might die. If Emi makes it to Japan, what will Delia think of her?

Well, hopefully this satisfied you for now and chapter 5 will be out as soon as I can get it written! See ya!

*smile* say awesome!

With all Huntik and awesomeness,

-Carter Casterwill