Authors Notes: Oh, sorry for the cliffhanger esc ending of the last chapter. This chapter semi explains it but also leaves you with more questions. Like who is the voice? Good? Evil? Someone known or a completely new character? I am going to be dropping hints, so if you get who it is good for you.
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The Call
Dylan clutched her aching head willing the crippling pain to leave her exhausted body. But such was the cost of the call, or more prisicely ignoring the call. The call didn't enjoy being ignored, and it always found a way in when she got to tired to fight. Or when she simply wielded to the pain, wanting the calls soothing words. Words only heard by her, words only she could dishepher the meaning of. The call was the voice of her childhood, narrating the awful scenes that littered it. Giving the advice that only it could, it being the only one with hindsight. It was the call that had advised her to call Jessica. It was the call who had told her to befriend Will. And of course it was the call who had told her of the guardians, of Meridian, Kandracar, of the tyrannical prince Phobos and the power junkie ex-guardian Nerissa. It seemed like some form of warped fairytale to Dylan, mythical fantasies, improbable, impossible. But the call never lied, it had no need. It could get what it wanted without lieing. As it always said 'the truth is worth more than lies by far.'
Dylan had always followed the call blindly, doing it's bidding with no questions asked, but now Dylan was begining to question it and it's motives. The voice that was the call simply laughed at her, after all who was she to question him? She had, until meeting the guardians, been his willing puppet. His tool to be used as he saw fit but now, just as she was becoming useful, she was developing a will of her own. He was far from suprised, it had been too easy before. Too easy by far to dupe the girl into believing he was only out to help her. Of course he had helped her, comforted her but only to serve a purpose, gaining her trust. Who are you? he heard the girl question. Funny, in the 13 years he had been speaking to her she had never asked. He couldn't help but laugh, little girls got no idea
I am who I am. Knowing my name wont help you pet. He couldn't help but toy with her, she had to ask the right questions or she would get nowhere in life.
What are you? The man grinned to himself. 'Little kitten fighting back hey? We'll see how long that lasts.' I am the one who know's most everything. I am the keeper of secrets and I am the one who see's all. I am the one who doesn't just see but looks. The anger was building in the slight girl. Anger is only useful when you can master it.' The anger grew greater, the control however depleted. Control was being demolished to a crumpled nothing. You'll give up and do as I ask soon enough.
NEVER! He couldn't help but chuckle, so difiant even in the face of her unrivaled master. The unrivaled master of all. Such impertinence form a mere child. Of course Dylan was no ordinary child, no ordinary child would be worth the time and effort he had ploughed into her. A mere earth child was barley even worth a second glance. No, Dylan was so much more. Physically see was what she seemed, a weak troubled mortal girl, but mentally. Spritualy and ever other conceivable way she was supirior. She was after all he sister, even if she had forgotten that he hadn't.
