A.N: Now I do know that i haven't updated in a long time but I am back. I assure regular updates now. Its just that I got caught between exams and assignments and all and then One direction just announced their hiatus and I just couldn't open the internet for a while. Anyway, secondly and more importantly I would like to thank all the readers for their patience and for the time they gave to read my fic. And I would also like to thank all the kind people who were kind enough to give reviews. Means a lot to me. Seriously you have no idea :). THANK YOU frooti, sd, AladdinJasmine100, Yasmin, adanethel, behind-the-heart, and all the other readers and guests ( I don't know your name sadly). And everyone else :) SO here is the fourth chapter.


Chapter -4

Drip. Drip. Drip. The specialist watched as the rain poured down, his eyes glazing over the tiny droplets hitting the ground below him in his dimly lit surroundings. Tightening his grip on the railing of the balcony, he continued to watch the relentless down pour. Wind whooshed across his face, inducing his already cold face to turn even colder. He knew that he should sleep; he knew that he needed it but he also knew that he won't be able to anyway. A shiver ran down the hero's spine as another frosty blow of wind zipped past him. Closing his eyes the specialist strived to wipe off the feeling of dread from his gut. Something was not right. He knew it. It was not a feeling, it was an intuition. Something is wrong. The hero continued to rest against the railing, his arms sprawled over it, his eyes darting across the dark horizons beyond him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, the specialist gazed over the screen.3:06 am, it gleamed in dark green.

"Brandon!" The specialist turned around at the call of his name.

"Sky, didn't see you there man!" Brandon admitted, while Sky took his place beside him.

"Couldn't sleep either huh?" The king of Eraklyon asked, his blue eyes meeting Brandon's green ones. The squire just gave his shoulders a quick shrug and averted his gaze.

"I just have this feeling that something's…" The green eyed specialist tried to find the right word.

"Wrong?" Sky offered, nodding.

"Yeah!" Brandon exclaimed as another whoosh of wind blew past him. "Glad I am not the only one feeling this way." The squire sounded relieved. The specialists always had this kind of feeling before something horribly bad happened, it was like they knew that the impending danger was near but they did not know when and in what form it will appear. Maybe that is why they called themselves heroes, they could sense danger. This feeling did not have a name to it and it wasn't something that the guys could describe but they just knew that something was wrong.

"Well…I am worried." Sky said, looking over his best friend. Brandon just hmmed and closed his eyes, a frown seen clearly on his forehead. Brandon was usually the kind of guy who always felt that silence must be instantaneously filled with something. Anything. But Sky was one of the few people that Brandon could be silent with, without the silence being awkward at all. They had known each other for so long now that they did always not need words for communication. Brandon gazed at Sky and something flickered in his green eyes and that was enough for Sky to know that Brandon was worried too.

"What do you think it is?" The squire asked, striving to keep the panic away from his voice, his mind rushing back to Stella.

"I don't know." Sky did not like the way his voice sounded, so unsure and lacking confidence.

"Let's just keep our eyes open today during the mission on earth." The green eyed specialist said, his eyes returning to the rain.


(1) "Dark abyss, I command you, take this challenge, your darkness against the power of light. Submit to the sun's strength." Layla's ears rang with Nabu's voice, her eyes horrified at the sight in front of her. Right there, stood Nabu with his staff griped tightly in his arms, while the darkness of the dark abyss flew into his staff like a shield of shadows.

"Nabu" Layla heard a scream escape from her lips. She watched, petrified, while Nabu tried to close the chasm in front of him.

"You won't win. You will not win". Nabu shrieked at the top of his lungs but his voice was barely heard over all sounds caused due the strong spell he was casting. The chasm was closing but all Layla saw was the color draining away from Nabu, realizing in horror that he was using up all his magical energy at once.

"Aaahh." Layla shielded her eye with her arms as a deluge of bright light flashed in front of her. Strong gusts of howling winds arose and Layla had to make an effort to stay put on the ground.

"Ahh. No, no. May the light triumph." Nabu screamed, his hands holding his staff firmly to the ground while all the darkness engulfed him like a tunnel. And then everything turned silent. An eerie silence. The chasm was now closed and Layla's cerulean eyes searched frantically for Nabu.

"Nabu!" Layla shouted, spotting a limp Nabu lying on the ground. Running as fast as her feet allowed, the princess of Andros, kneeled down to where Nabu lay.

"So did it work? Did I do it?" Nabu asked, his voice barely a whisper as Layla cradled him in her arms.

"You made it my love. You did it." Layla's voice broke and a hot stream of tear rolled down her cheek. But Layla did not even notice it; all she cared about right now was Nabu.

"Dark magic took his strength." Layla heard someone say in the background."We have to do something right now or it will be too late." Someone pleaded and Layla realized that it was Tecna.

"Please Nabu, don't give up. Please don't leave me." Layla cried, her eyes locked on Nabu's violet ones, her vision blurry due to the tears that she couldn't stop from pooling in her eyes.

"I will never leave you Layla, where ever you be, anytime in any world. I will always be with you." Nabu spoke with an effort and Layla could feel that his heartbeat had slowed down under her hand on his chest. Layla strived to think of something. Any spell. Anything magical. Anything to help Nabu. A new trail of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"These eyes Layla, mustn't cry. I will always love you." Nabu whispered before his eyes closed and his head rolled down to the ground. And that was it. Layla couldn't stop herself now.She buried her face in her hands as tears took over her. With a streak of bright lavender glow, Nabu began hovering above the ground.

"Layla! The black gift, the last gift of destiny from the ethereal fairies. Now is the time to use it." Layla heard Bloom and a rush of blind hope washed over her being. Nabu could be back. And he will be. With all the strength that Layla did not realize she had in herself, she stood up and gazed toward the gloomy sky up above her.

"Ethereal fairies, I beg of you, please give me the spell of life." Layla screamed with all her vigor. And an enchanted gleaming ball of blackness, drifted down from the sky. The ethereal fairies, true to their words, had given the last gift of destiny to them. But before Layla could grab hold of it, a dark silhouette appeared in the blue and grasped the magical spell in its fist. Levitating down, Layla realized who it really was. With an evil smirk and dirty red hair flying in the air, stood Ogron with the last gift of destiny clutched in one of his hands.

"Ogron." Bloom's voice exclaimed in surprise.

"Give it back to me now!" Layla said in a threatening voice, her voice rising an octave, while her eyes widened and her hands clutched into fists.

"Oops! How careless of me?" Organ smirked and the smile was heard clearly in his voice. Layla gasped in terror as she watched Ogron drop down the gift of destiny on a dead flower. Miraculously, with a flash of bright light, the flower was reverted back to life with full bloom.

"I used the gift of destiny to give back life to this small flower." Ogron's lips curved into a malicious grin. Layla screamed with all the pain she had and kneeled down to the ground for support.

"Such a waste. Well, well." And with that, the leader of the wizards of the black circle disappeared.

"NO!" Layla woke up with sweat and rage. Her eyes registering the dorm she was in and her hands were clutching a pillow with heated strength. She was back in her room at Alfea, safe and sound, away from Ogron and the wizards of the dark circle and away from her horrendous nightmare. Layla continued to look around, listening to the faint sound of the splatter of rain drops against the roof. Blinking, the fairy of waves gulped down a lump that was threatening to form in her throat. It had been awhile since the princess had this kind of dream. Nabu's memories came rushing back to the surface and a fresh trail of tears rolled down from her cheeks. Springing to her feet, the fairy decided to take a walk, making a beeline for the dorm's door. Layla covered the distance in a few strides and walked out the door in a slow, deliberate manner, noticing that it was still a bit dark outside, nearer to breaking dawn. Tip- toeing through the corridors, the princess of Andros made no delay to walk out into the rain, towards the wishing well all the while, letting the memories haunt her.


Helia hurried down the hall, watching the lights on the roof above him change from mid night blue to daylight yellow, indicating that it was day now. Reaching his destination, the specialist gave a firm knock on the door.

"Mind, putting that away right now Brandon." The pacifist heard Sky's voice on the other side and it rather sounded irritated.

"It is a Chakram Sky. A Chakram. Is it that hard to pronounce?" Brandon exclaimed. Helia, annoyed, banged on the door once again.

"Open up guys. We are already late." Helia said in a put off tone. Some noises were heard and then the door opened to reveal Timmy standing in the doorframe.

"Nex said he will meet us at Alfea. You guys ready?" The black haired specialist asked, stepping inside the room and looking around, he exchanged a disapproving look with Timmy.

"Well…" Timmy trailed off, glancing over at Sky and Brandon, who at moment were deep in a debate which was anything but sensible.

"It can be called a metal ring too, man." The king of Eraklyon said with suppressed heat in his voice.

"Ah-no. Its ancient name is Chakram." The squire countered with a cocky grin, a sheepish look stretched on his face, the weapon gripped tightly in his fist.

"Look, maybe…" Whatever Sky wanted to say was cut off when Helia grabbed him with his laser strings.

"Enough guys. We can discuss that later." Timmy was quick to speak, while Sky tried to disentangle himself.

"You know, for a pacifist, you use a lot of violence." Timmy smiled and Brandon's face mirrored his expression.

"So technically, you are a pacifist, who, in a very obvious way, uses violence for…anti-violent reasons?" The squire smirked at the thought, folding his arms across his chest with the Chakram still held limply in his hand.

"Well…" Helia muttered, loosening a bit of his string's grip on Sky.

"Fine." Sky groaned giving up, as Helia's lips curved into a smile and he let him go with a quick flick of his wrist.

"Where's Nex?" Brandon asked no one in particular, putting the Chakram in his hands carefully on his bed.

"He will meet us at Alfea. Now let's keep going before the girls decide to go to Earth without us. We have to pick Riven too." Timmy said, striving to keep the worry to himself. They still had no idea about Riven's plans and just rushing there and picking him up for a mission sounded too…easy. And if you knew Riven, which he did, something told him that it would take a lot more than showing up to convince him. Riven had never been the convincible kind. Never. As they pranced down the hallway, Timmy glanced over his friends and the worried look on their faces were hard to get unnoticed.

"But before that, breakfast." Brandon said, veering towards the cafeteria.


Putting his hand in front of his face, Riven tried to block some of the sunlight that was coming through his room's window. Moaning, the hero abandoned the idea of staying in the bed for any longer and got up. Inadvertently, the specialist's violet eyes fluttered towards his bed-side clock. 10:03 A.M, it showed in its angry green dotted light. His feet, without his knowledge moved mechanically towards the window. Crossing his arms across his chest, the hero looked out while his eyes strived to adjust to the bright light outside. Every muscle in Riven's body tried to resist the pain in his head.

Yesterday night was…

The magenta haired hero let the thought hang mid-way. Not knowing what yesterday night was himself.

useless…fruitless…a waste of time.

The hero settled on 'a waste of time'. Yesterday night was nothing but a waste of time for him. All they did was go to some local restaurant and bar. He did not even remember the name of the place and frankly he did not even care. Ya, they did get drunk and talked (well she talked anyway) but he did not feel anything. Nothing. No spark. Absolutely nothing. Riven's forehead creased as he wondered if he did not feel anything or did not let himself feel anything. The truth was there was nothing was wrong with Ella, she was a fine girl, it was him. If only Musa could just get out of his head.

"Damn that pixie." The words escaped the hero's lips before he even knew it. His eyes darted across the horizon and something caught his eyes. It was a ship. A red fountain ship. A smirk flashed across his face as his eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Huh, this will be interesting."


(1) This scene is from season 4 of the show. The last scene where Nabu was seen alive. :(

Now I do realize that nothing much happened in this chapter but I wanted this one to be short because the next chapter is going to be pretty big. SO anyway I am already working on the next chapter and it will be up by this weekend I guess. Until then please to let me know what you guys think about the story and plot. Anything you want to add in this or how you imagine it will go on or pretty much anything you want to tell me please PM me or leave a review. Stay tuned for the next chapter, I am really excited about it, it's kinda special to me, thats when Nabu meets the gang and its a reunion and all. AND I won't stop writing, don't worry. Peace out!