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The Return of the Huntsclan Chapter Four

At Rose's house-

Emma hummed to herself as she fixed a tear in her old Huntsgirl costume. She would figure something out later, but for now it was time to listen to some music on the radio. She stopped humming as a new song started to play. Emma listened for a second, then glared at the radio. The radio gave a scared little squeak and immediately began a different song.

Dirty little secret…

"Yes! I love this song!" Emma said and punched the air with her fist. She loved it, but did not own it, and neither do I. Rose opened the door.

"Finished?" Emma put down the costume.

"Just. Mind if I go to the music store? I need to grab something."

"Go ahead." And Emma jumped out of the window.

At the music store-

Emma played her fingertips along the tops of the sheet music. No, no, no… Where was the electric guitar music?

"Ah!" Emma seized the book and brought it to the register.

"Huntsgirl discount," the cashier said in a monotone. "Free." Emma gazed around the store. It wasn't like her to steal, but this was merely taking an advantage of a good thing.

"What about that guitar?" she asked, pointing.

On -

The Supreme Floccinaucinihilipilification was watching TV now. Discovery Channel. He laughed as something blew up. Humans may be lesser beings, but they knew how to make good TV.

"Aqz, uqaaiom." It was his servant. (A/N Translation: Sir, message.)

"Gma?" (A/N Translation: Yes?)

"Zmqvkizvibqwv wn bpm Pcvbaktiv pia kwuxtmbml ackkmaancttg." (A/N Translation: Reincarnation of the Huntsclan has completed successfully.)

"Owwl, dmzg owwl." (A/N Translation: Good, very good.)
The servant left, and the Supreme went back to watching things blow up.

At the Long residence-

Jake looked around during supper, which was chicken, and asked a question.

"Where's Emma?" His family looked at him blankly.

"Emma?" Haley asked. "Who's she?"

"You know, my twin sister. The sorceress slash dragon slash oracle?"

"You don't have a twin sister, dear. And eve if you did, there's no way it would be a sorceress or oracle. Those don't run in the family."

"But, I do have a twin sister! Her favorite color is lavender, she's obsessed with aliens, hates Nigel Thrall and Fred Nerk, best friends with Rose, plays electric guitar, loves rock music and hates pop, knows more about cars than anyone I've ever met, has a green thumb, gets straight A's, has celiac disease, and hates it when people ignore her just because she's a girl. Are you saying that she's gone? She can't be gone! She's my sister!" But through the whole speech, his family kept their blank faces.

"You aren't my family!" Jake suddenly burst out, and realized it was true. There was no way this could be his family. Then the dream shifted, and he was at the carnival with Emma.

"Jake, look at that roller coaster." Emma pointed to the tall ride, and they could hear small screams of the passengers. Jake noticed the birthmark on her arm, but ignored it.

"Yeah, looks sweet. You want to ride?" Emma shook her head. Jake was taken aback.

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid of roller coasters." Then something caught Emma's eye. It was one of those swing rides.

"Let's do that!" Laughing, Jake let himself be pulled away by his unpredictable sister. Then he woke up in his bed. The weird thing was still there. Jake didn't see it, and almost got to the door before it seized him.

At the Huntsclan Academy-

Emma was messing with her new guitar. She idly strummed a few power chords as she waited for her class. She was teaching "Using Music Against Magical Creatures". Power chords worked superbly for ghosts. She had past experience. She nodded to her class as they filed in, playing a small song absentmindedly. One student stopped, however, and watched her with awe.

"Is that Psychobilly Freakout?" Emma nodded, then strummed a power chord that sent him flying into his seat.

"Don't speak unless you have permission!" she shouted. The rest of the students scrambled for their seats. Emma looked at them each in turn. When she had finished, she nodded slightly, as though they had all passed an extremely difficult test.

"Okay, you are all in this class, 'Using Magic Against Magical Creatures'. What can you tell me about it?" A small girl in the front row raised her hand hesitantly. Emma nodded to her.

"Okay, speak." The girl pushed a small strand of red hair out of her face and began to speak.

"This class is about how we can use one of the most common and often considered innocent tools, music, to defeat magical creatures. It is about using different genres of music from classical to rock, to get past a magical creature's defenses and shut them down." Emma looked at her.

"Well done…"

"67."

"Yes, well done, 67. I can see that you like music very much." 67 nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Huntsgirl."

"DO any of you have past experience in music? Instruments? Favorite songs?"

After the lesson-

Emma listened to 83 as he told her about his favorite song, "Just a Little Faster", by There For Tomorrow. She nodded.

"Yes, that song is very good. Here, go to this URL. There's an awesome video of it. Trust me." Emma summoned a small piece of paper from across the room, and the URL appeared on it in glowing lavender letters that soon stopped glowing and turned gray. She handed it to the young recruit.

"This song has been particularly useful against dragons, I have noticed. Many like rock music, and this is very popular. They stop fighting and start singing, or this genre scrambles their DNA and makes them turn human for a short time. This is your homework assignment. No one else has a homework assignment, so this is EC." 83 nodded, then scurried out of the classroom. Emma sighed and leaned against her desk. This was very fun. And soon she would figure out just what had happened to bring the Huntsclan back.

Oh no, Coraline! How could you have fallen for the trap?