Disclaimer: I am so not Tammy, 'cause if I was, the stories would not be as popular as they are.

Author's Note: I changed a tiny detail in chapter 1: May now has blue eyes, thought you might like to know that and… I got my totebag!! I'm so happy!! This was really really fun to write. So…Here we are!! The moment of truth!!! Now we will finally find out what has become of the four really freakish friends…Where have they gone?? Are they even still alive?? Will Brian ever do something smart?? Doubt it…Anyway…I hope you enjoy!!! Review please!!!!

Response to Reviewers:

Lily: Yes Lil, you kill a pen, did you have fun doing it??

sin.nighthawk: Thank you, I think so and so does Mano.

Silver Butterfly07: So were you right?? I bet you were, you seem smartiful, and thank you sooooo much for loving this story, now Lily isn't alone!!

dancerboy8: Erm, I don't quite understand your question. Do you want to know what kind of mage he is?? What animal he is??

Briar was strolling through the market streets of Summersea, pondering over how his magic could have escaped him like it did. The merriment around dragged at his thoughts and, sighing, he decided to ponder on it later.

He walked up to a stand selling small house ferns.

"May I help you?" The middle-aged woman seemed overly perky.

"No." Briar let out a small vine of magic travel over the plants. They screeched out in scratched voices, begging for water. Frowning he gently touched their leaves. They felt brittle under his fingertips. "Hey, lady?" The woman turned her face towards him, eager for business. "Water these plants more."

And with that Briar took his leave. He walked down the street, looking over the stalls and finding nothing interesting in the least.

Someone tugged him. Briar looked around, his eyes intent. People walked around him in a rush. Someone tugged him again. No, not someone, something was tugging on his magic.

Frowning Briar followed the tug. It led him down the street and made him turn onto an alley way. It brought him over a fence and behind a restaurant where men were carrying barrels of gooey custard. They were joking with each other about unseemly things.

Laughing heartily one man pulled a barrel out of the cart. Briar leaned against a pole, intrigued that this barrel seemed to be heavier than the others. Grunting the man heaved it out and carried along, wheezing.

Custard leaked from under the wood cap on the barrel and it slipped from his hands. Down fell the barrel. It landed hard on the dirt and the cap fall off, spilling its contents of custard and a boy about thirteen years old.

His raven hair was unkempt and his skin was tanned, he looked much like Briar himself. He wore a baggy cream colored shirt and loose pants that matched the dirt under him.

The men froze and started at the boy.

The tugging on Briar's magic became strongly great and slight panic rose in his chest at the sight of the unconscious boy. Glowering he strode over to the boy and placed his fingertips to his neck. A beating was there. Briar breathed, he had a pulse.

Suddenly the body jerked beneath him and the boy sat up and stared at him with wide, unbelieving, brown eyes. "Where am I?"

"Summersea. What were you doing inside a barrel of custard?"

The boy looked around himself. "What the heck is custard?" He looked at Briar. "Who are you?"

"Briar Moss, who are you?"

"Brian Romano."

"Well Brian, you're coming back with me."

Brian jerked away from Briar. "No way! I have, like, no idea who you are!"

Grumbling under his breath Briar dragged Brian down the dusty Summersea streets to the home he shared with his foster-sisters.

Sandry was bent over her reports in a stuffy room in her uncle's home. Her quill scratched noisily against the paper. Why did she have to do this? She had given Ambros his title, why did she still have to fill out reports?

Grumbling Sandry thrust herself away from her desk and went to look out the nearby window. She was on the ground floor and could easily see the crowded market streets. Dust built up beneath people's feet.

She could spy Tris walking down towards a river and Briar walking home. Wait, that wasn't it…Sandry leaned out the window and squinted. Briar was scowling and dragging behind him a boy that, if not for the eye color, height, and age, could be his twin.

"Hey! Briar-" But Briar never heard the words that came from her mouth, neither did she, for there was a bang and a scream.

There was a strong pull on her magic and Sandry followed, rushing to the door and flinging it open. Nothing was there…

She heard grumbling curses about a…pen? Why would anyone be cursing a pen-?

Her thoughts were interrupted with another scream. Sandry flew down the corridors and stopped at an intersection. Another scream sounded and she turned left. Then right. Then right again, and then left, following the screams.

Soon Sandry found herself at the base of a stairwell. There was a girl kneeling at the bottom of it, screaming and swearing. Sandry breathed in, placed her hands on her hips, and speaking in her calmest, gentlest voice, said: "May I help you?"

The girl looked up at Sandry. She was about thirteen with her brown hair and blonde streaks loose. She had bright wide, astonished, bright blue eyes and a bit a button nose. She wore a simple cream colored under gown with full sleeves and a sleeveless over gown of a navy color.

Upon seeing Sandry her eyes grew wider and she screamed louder. Wincing Sandry approached her, placed her hands on her shoulders, and shook her until she silence.

"Stop, screaming, please."

"You-you're Sandry. You're Sandrilene fa Toren!" The girl began to scream again, this time not in horror or fear but in joy.

Sandry winced again. "Stop screaming!"

"Okay," the girl sounded breathless, thrilled.

"Good, now who are you and why are you in my uncle's home?"

"I'm Cassie, and, oh my God, you're Sandry!"

"Yes, I know that, why are you here and how did you get here?"

"I have no idea! I was chasing a pen and fell down the stairs and then I continued chasing a pen and I fell into a little, like, worm-hole thingy-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You were chasing…a pen?"

"Yeah, and cursing at it too."

"You were cursing…a pen?"

"Yeah, and then I fell down the stairs-"

"Hey Cassie, why don't we take you to my foster-siblings' house?"

"You mean where Briar, Tris, and Daja live?"

"Hey I live there too-How did you know that-Don't answer that, I don't want to know." And so Sandry led Cassie down the Summersea streets to her home.

Tris was walking along the side of a river. She enjoyed walking down here, it helped to clear her thoughts and allow her to think. How had her power escaped her like that? That funnel of water had just sprung from the sea and poured itself on her. And she was so careful with her magic, you had to be if lightning could escape the folds of you hair.

A curious tugging in her magic led her on. She stopped on a wooden bridge that crossed over a tributary that dumped into the quick, yet calm, river before her. She narrowed her eyes against the glare of the sun off the water and pushed her glasses up her nose.

The glare continued from…Tris bent down and picked up a pair of spectacles. She eyed them, holding them carefully. "Now where did these come from?"

Suddenly there was a splash and a scream and Tris was saturated with water.

"What in Mila's name-?!"

There, in the river, fighting against the current and half-drowning, was a girl.

Tris scowled and ran off the bridge. She cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice. "You, girl! Stop moving!"

The girl looked at her as though she were crazy (Which, Tris mused, I probably am.) but nonetheless stopped thrashing.

Gathering up her magic, Tris held her hands low and drew them up. The river water rose with the girl in it. She gave a screech of fear and…enjoyment? Tris led the water to the shore then lowered her hands. The wave of water gently lowered to the ground and the girl lay sprawled in the grass as the water drained away.

Tris stood where she was, placed her fist on her hips, and took in her soaking charge. The girl seemed about thirteen with golden curls and gray-hazel eyes. She wore a loose lavender shirt and baggy cream colored pants.

She coughed up river water and squinted up at Tris, "Ma'am, do you know where my glasses are?"

Sighing, Tris took the spectacles from her pocket and handed them to the girl, who mumbled her thanks.

She placed them on her nose, got a good look at Tris, and screamed. "You're Trisana Chandler! You're totally awesome!"

Tris's near invisible eyebrow rose at the squealing girl.

"Am I in Summersea? Where's Briar, Daja, and Sandry? How'd I get here? Am I dreaming? Maybe I should pinch myself…" She let out a yelp as her nails closed around her skin. "Nope, I'm awake." She looked up at Tris again and simply breathed, "Wow."

"Are you quite done?" The girl nodded. Tris's eyebrow came back down. "Good, you appear to already know me, but who are you?"

"Luna, Ma'am."

"Luna…how did you fall into the river Luna?"

"Well, I was leaning over the bridge and I fell into Big Brook, except I didn't fall into Big Brook, I fell here!" Luna wouldn't stop grinning.

Tris sighed, she supposed she would have to take this girl back to her home and dry her off and such. "Follow me girl."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Stop calling me Ma'am."

"Yes Ma-Tris."

Tris smiled to herself and quickly covered it with a hand; she did not want to let this child know that she was amused. But Luna seemed too in awe of the market to see it.

You'd think she'd never seen the Summersea market before…

Jorality and Niamara Bancanor were skating beside each other, chatting. Their friend, Daja was coming up to visit them for a month or two, she would be arriving within the hour and Jory and Nia had missed her dearly.

As they skated discussing which was better, carpentry magic or cooking magic, a blur passed them, a scream soon following. A girl had flown past them, screaming and unable to stop. Judging by the color of her pale skin she was new here and new to ice skating. Swapping looks, Nia and Jory raced after her.

When she had slowed enough she skidded to a stop, the twins quickly behind her. They swapped looks again; maybe she wasn't too new at skating.

The thirteen year old girl smiled broadly at them. The cold had flushed her pale skin and her straight golden-brown hair was loose and whipped around in the wind. Her blue eyes crackled with amusement. Nia and Jory were surprised that all she wore over her cream colored dress was a light pink coat and a deep rose scarf, the only other person who dressed so lightly on the ice was…

"Hi, I'm May, who are you?" The girl's voice sounded different, she spoke Imperial, but with some kind of accent the twins had never heard before. Realization dawned on the girl's face. "Wait, you're Jory and Nia!" Her lips curled in a wry smile. "Or is it Nia and Jory?"

"I'm Jory and this is my twin Nia, how do you know that?"

"I read."

"What?!"

"Nothing, nothing at all…So…I suppose we're in Kugisko?"

"Yeah…"

"Um, oh, have either of you seen Daja, Briar, Sandry, or Tris, though, I suppose, you only really know Daja, right?"

"Um…" Nia looked a bit sheepish

"Yes, we do, why?" Jory snapped, glaring May down.

May looked flustered, "I would really enjoy speaking to her."

"She'll be here soo-"

"Daja!" Nia skated over quickly to their friend. Jory grinned and followed her sister. The three embraced.

May skated over quietly, not wishing to attract more attention to herself. Yeah, like that would work.

Daja raised an eyebrow at her. "Who's this?"

"May."

"A friend?"

"Not really…She wanted to speak to you!" Jory and Nia dragged the larger girl over to May.

She smiled shyly as redness swept over her cheeks, "Erm…hello."

The powerful tugging that had been pulling on Daja's magic the last two days of the month long ride pulsed rapidly, then stopped. "Hello. You wanted to speak to me?" "

Oh…erm…"

The color of pink flicked inside the girl. Daja suppressed a gasp, this girl was a mage!

May cleared her throat and looked at them all full in the face, "I would also like to speak to your siblings."

Daja nodded, for some odd reason she felt as though she should find Sandry, Tris, and Briar immediately. She waved May to the horses and hugged the twins again, muttering apologies. The two set off on the month long journey and the twins saw them off.

"Well that wasn't weird at all."

"Nope, not in the slightest."

Author's Note: There you have it, you know it was awesome. Anywho, I know Jory and Nia live farther away then like a month or so, but guess what?? In fanfiction we can change that kinda stuff, so I'm really sorry Tammy the totally awesome, but I'm making them live only a month away…Now, I hope you enjoyed it and it would be an awesome Christmas present if you reviewed…And sorry if the people were OOC, sometimes I'm not so great at that kind of stuffs...