A/n: Okay another chapter. WHOOP, WHOOP! I'm really sorry about the long wait. My computer broke, and when I got it back, all the chapters were gone, so I was re-writing everything again. SORRY FOR THE WAIT, AND ENJOY!

Max Russo liked to say he was brave. He liked to say that he wasn't weak. He liked to say he could do anything.

But... you see, saying things never matter unless you prove them with your actions.

And Max, well, he felt like someone had just stabbed him, only to pull the knife out and stab him again.

A lot of time had passed since Morgan had gone back home. Justin and Alex somehow managed to both get back in the competition, and both Juliet and Mason returned.

Everything was wonderful in the Russo family. For everyone had their loves with them, except Max. But Max was a selfless boy, and faked a smile, to let them know he was over the Princess that left him and took his heart right along with her.

So, the name Morgan was never mentioned in the Russo household again. As far as anyone knew, Max was happy with life.

But they were wrong, of course.

He was still infatuated with Morgan. Sure, most of the cuts healed, but the scars remained. But standing beside Mr. Birch in the hallway closet was like re-opening all of them all over again.

"Her godmother?" He whispered.

Mr. Birch nodded. "They're following me, I'm afraid. I came here to ask if I could use Justin's assitance." He said in the same monotonous voice that he held when he and Max had first met. If he was scared, he hid it very well.

"Justin?"

Mr. Birch didn't acknowledge the pain in Max's voice. "Yes, he's the only one who can help, isn't he?"

"Shut-up! You bloody BRAT!" A man exclaimed, smacking Morgan across the face. Her legs went limp and she fell down on the floor of the pungent cave. He kicked her side and Morgan whimpered. The boy in front of her was a handsome fellow. He had hair that was so blond, it was almost platinum, good features, black eyes, and his voice held a British tint.

Morgan was sad to say that he had been her best-friend. That was, before he was caught in the water under a full moon. His once silver eyes turned to the darkest shade of black imaginable and his tail changed to a dull grey, but that was all that changed. He, along with three others, were banished from Atlantis.

And so, he joined the Dajr. He became one of Lusinda's cheif advisors, and an obvious weakness in the Princess of Atlantis's heart.

"Please... Tommy... please just stop." Morgan whimpered. She clung to his leg and he all but kicked her off.

"Don't call me that!" The man exclaimed. "It's Tom now, Cleo!"

"It's Morgan now, you prat!" Morgan hissed, fresh tears falling down her face.

Tom grabbed her jaw and yanked her up. She whimpered and he threw into a wall. "Remember whom you are speaking to," Tom hissed, though much of his rage seemed to have gone. He sighed and then reached up to stroke her face. "Remember," he repeated, sounding apologetic, and something else Morgan didn't know how to describe.

It was a great pain to see Tom like this. To see him fighting off the evil inside him. He was no doubt the most evil, and monsterous of all the Dajr, but he was also the kinder of the pack to Morgan. He seemed to be fighting himself for her safety.

Morgan knew that if she could escape, she would no doubt bring him with her.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are." A voice hissed.

Max closed his eyes, and gripped his wand. Mr. Birch glanced at it, and nodded.

They kicked the door open and sprung into action. Only to find no one there.

All that was left of the room was a pearl. It was as fascinating and captivating as crystal. Max picked it up and looked at Mr. Birch.

The man turned around and opened the front door. "Mr. Russo, I'd suggest you put down that pearl before it blows up in your face. It's time to go."