I want to crazy update because I haven't in two weeks and that is a problem so, sure. Also, *sigh* DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ WALKING ON THE EARTH, YOU WILL GET REALLY CONFUSED, SO JUST DON'T. Thank you.

"You? Flame?" asked Rollan, laughing uncontrollably. "More like LAME!"

Before I knew it, Abeke's face turned red. She started, um, rolling on the floor, laughing. It was creepy, to be completely honest. Okay, fine, maybe Rollan's puns are funny sometimes, but, seriously, people; ROFL is not an available option.

"Devin Trunswick," I said, for absolutely no reason. "Take a look in this book."

I showed him the typo in book six, where it said "Devon Trunswick", aaaaaaaand he freaked out. Like, freaked, freaked out. (Yes, there really is a typo in book six; I don't know what page, but yeah.) I bet this had to be the best day in Conor's life.

I saw Conor secretly smiling in the corner, and then laughing, normally to uncontrollably snorting and pounding the ground. Let me try stalling Devin for a minute, to keep him from noticing a snorting man on the ground. "Hey Lame- I mean Flame, how's it going? Anything new in life?"

"Um, not really, except for my servant, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING AT ME!" he screamed.

I don't think it worked.

"Get up, Conor," hissed Abeke.

Devin started circling us, one by one. Until-

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Olvan, crashing into the room. "MY FOOT'S ON FIRE! MY FOOT IS ON FIRE!"

"Nice feet…?"

X~x~X

"I know you killed her, Shane, I know," whispered Scarlet. "I don't know how you killed her, but I don't want to, and don't need to know."

Shane walked away. "I don't want you to say Drina's name, ever. She isn't my sister. She was my sister, but she isn't my sister. And, no, I don't like you. I like- You know who I like. I might still like her after she almost killed me, but I won't ever like someone like you."

"I'm an alien to you, yes, but haven't you ever thought of it another way?" she asked. "You are also and alien to me."

Shane stared out the window, longingly. It wasn't the first time he did that, Scarlet noticed.

"I'm sorry," said Shane suddenly.

Scarlet frowned. "For what?"

"For this," whispered Shane, as he threw a blade at Scarlet.

X~x~X

"Someone! Get some water!" yelled Meilin, panicked.

Rollan ran outside at the speed of light, to a water source and quickly got a bucket-full, ran inside and dumped it on Olvan's feet.

I gasped as the smoke rise from Olvan's feet. That's when my mind went snap. "Devin… You did this! Your name is Flame, as in fire, and that as in Olvan's feet were on fire!"

Devin smirked. "That's right. I'm cursed. I was cursed by a Greencloak. He said I would destroy everything I touch. But I learned how to control that power. I learned how to destroy only certain things, so that my food won't burn when I pick it up. This is just a glimpse of what I can do now."

Meilin raged, as Rollan fought to hold her back.

"Who did this to you?" asked Abeke, gritting her teeth.

"You want to know, don't you? Well then, I'll tell you," said Devin. "His name is Finn."

X~x~X

Scarlet screamed a piercing sound that was soon lost in the room. She almost never screamed of fear. This was something far beyond fear, something which didn't have a beginning or an end. It was the sound of survival, barely survival, and victory, bitter victory.

Scarlet was never trained in any sense of battle. She knew little about how to stab people or anything that involved violence. She wanted a peaceful life, one without war with nature, war with humans or even war with herself.

She barely dodged the knife. It was plain old luck.

"Shane," she hissed. "No wonder why everyone you loved ditched you. They didn't want a traitor in their family. They didn't want a liar. They didn't want you."

And Shane ran.

He ran out, footsteps banging on the floor.

And he was gone.

X~x~X

I was pretty sure, at that point, that Meilin, Olvan and Conor wanted to kill Finn, personally. But all they did was staring at Devin, waiting for someone to make a move. Abeke was that person.

She took her belt off her dress and slapped Devin's hands, than tying them behind his back. Meilin and Rollan stared. Conor reached out to lend a hand, which is basically an excuse to kill your ex-master.

"You're done, Trunswick."

Short chapter.
~ALICIO