Chapter six:

Dante's pov:

Dante was still thinking about the woman. She had left three days ago and he didn't hear anything suspicious. He was very busy in those days because the Foundation was checking their security systems. It never happened before that someone had been able to get in unseen. While he and other members were testing the system he realized that the woman must have been taught to sneak into houses. She hadn't been trapped by the safety catch and no one had seen her. She was a master. He realized that now, while he was trying to not be caught from the security system. And she had been able to get out again. And she had been injured. He didn't want to think about it, but she was maybe even better than he was. The Foundation was trying to catch her. Guggenheim and Metz were suspecting that the Organization was behind the whole thing. Dante had told him about the dream, he had years ago. Metz found out that the woman must have lived in one of the villages, the organization had destroyed. Her name was Zhalia Moon. And she had been the only person, who had survived years ago. Although no one had ever seen her after that night. But three days ago she had showed her face to the world again. She must have been hiding herself from everyone, which Dante thought, was a wastage, because her face was very beautiful. Beautiful, but sad. There was something about the girl he couldn't forget. Maybe her chocolate brown eyes.

Dante was walking through the corridors, as Metz approached him. He was in a young boys company.

`Dante, good to see you. I want to introduce you to Lok´, Metz said with a smile on his face. `Lok is Eathon Lambert's son and his mother send him to us, because he seems to be having potential´.

`Hi, nice to meet you´, was al that Dante said. He had other worries than a 15 year old boy that wanted to a Foundation member, but Metz put a hand on his shoulder.

`Dante, I had an idea lately. It is time that you are getting an apprentice and I thought that young Lok might be the right person. He is willing to learn and you would be able to teach your talent to someone´, Metz sad with a hopeful spark in his eyes.

`I don't think so´, Dante sad silently. He looked down at young boy. He had blond hair. His hopeful face turned into a disappointed and sad face. The boy looked on the floor.

`I think you should at least think about it. You are old enough Dante and deflect you from what happened. You are spending too much time alone in your room. You need a duty´, Metz sounded disappointed.

Everything was quiet. Metz looked at Dante with a glance, on which every dog would have been jealous.

`No it's ok. He doesn't have to do that, if he doesn't want this. I don't want to annoy anyone or get on anyone's nerves´, Dante and Metz now both looked down at the boy. The boy turned around and made his way to the door with his had hanging low.

Metz looked at Dante with, this time with a glance that meant: `See what you've done. You bounced the boy's dream like a soap bubble´.

Dante sighed. `Ok, I'll teach you. Metz will show you your room´.

The boy spun around. `Really? Check, that's great thank you. I swear, I won't get on your nerves´.

`Yes, I see that´, Dante said. He looked at Metz. Metz looked happily back, as if nothing had happened.

`Good, I knew you would be a great team. Come Lok, I'll show you your room', with that Metz turned to go and left a furious Dante.

I don't believe it, Dante thought. Like I don't have anything else to do. Now he could forget his plan to search for Zhalia Moon. This trip would be way too dangerous for a boy like Lok.

Zhalias pov:

Zhalia had been living on her own for three days now. She had made the decision to go to a village. There she would buy new clothes, she would book a room in a guesthouse, where she could stay until her injuries were healed. She had spent the past three days in a near forest. There she had been able to hide herself. She knew that the Organization was searching for her. They would want to revenge Klaus. And she had betrayed them, the Organization feared that she would offer their plans, secrets and other things to the Foundation. Zhalia knew that her picture was now hanging on the Organization's conference room wall. Most likely with a red lettering which read: `WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE´.

The village was small. The houses were simple. In the village's forum was a market. There were many small streets in which someone who didn't know the area would have trapped himself. But Zhalia had always had a good sense of direction. Children were running through the streets playing games and laughing. Zhalia remembered the many days on which she had played with her brother on the streets. She smiled a small smile, but was still very careful. The Organization had their scouts everywhere. She finally made her way to the guesthouse. At the reception a man waited and greeted her. He looked at her is an weird and curious way. Than his expression changed.

`Hello madam, what can I do for you´, he asked with a friendly smile.

`I need a room, for about five days´, Zhalia said condensed. The man looked friendly he had short blond hair and wore glasses. `Of cause. Your name please? ´, he said.

Zhalia hadn't thought about that. Of cause she wouldn't tell him her true name. `Kayla Evans´, she finally said. She had chosen the first name that she had thought of. Her mother's maiden name.

`Would the young lady mind telling me what she is doing in such unimportant village´, the man asked.

`No the young lady would mind. Can I see my room now? ´, Zhalia answered furious. She had never really contact to other people. And her behavior wasn't the friendliest. The man looked at her. He just wanted to be friendly. He wrote something into his planner.

Than he called: `Sophia, Would you come here please´. First everything was quiet, than a young girl entered the room. She was maybe 15 years old and Zhalia had the feeling, that this girl had never seen something that was more dangerous than a spider. She was slight and small. She had green eyes. Her hair was brownish-honey coloured and long.

`Yes, Jonathan´, she asked.

`Would you please bring the young madam up to her room´, the old man told her.

`Of cause, follow me please´, she said to Zhalia with an honest smile. The girl looked like she was waiting for an answer, but when Zhalia didn't say a word, the girl just headed for the stairs.

It was an old house. It was made of wood and brickearth. The stairs were creaking under every step they had to lift. On the third level of the house the girl finally stopped.

`Ok, this is your room. Here are the keys´.

Zhalia took the keys and unclosed the door. She walked into the room. It was a big room. Face to face to the door stood a bed and next to it a table. In the middle of the room was a little table with a sofa. In another corner of the room stood a wardrobe and there was another door, that would most likely lead to the bathroom. Zhalia entered the room. It was not like her old room, but it would be enough for some days. That was when she noticed that the girl was still standing behind her.

`My name is Sophia, but only my grandfather calls me that´, she said nicely.

`Interesting´, Zhalia said. What did she think, that she would be friends now, just because she had showed her room to her.

`My friends call me Sophie´, she said besetting and still smiling. Oh great, Zhalia thought, she thinks we're friends.

`Ok Sophia, why don't you just go down to your friends and leave me alone´, Zhalia tried again to make her go. She turned her back to the girl and made her way to the window. She was able to see the street and the people that were going after their work.

`You know, there aren't often young people, especially women, coming to this village. Where are you from? ´, Sophie asked, still paying no attention to what Zhalia had told her.

That was enough. The girl was starting to get on her nerves. Zhalia spun around and made a quick step into Sophie's direction. She stopped. Knocking Sophie out and locking her in a room until her grandfather would find her, would only bring her trouble and problems, Zhalia thought. She tried to detain the impulse in her hand from beating Sophie.

`Ok little Miss ``I talk too much´´. If you don't get your ass out of this room yourself, I'll help you and kick your ass out of this room. Understood? ´.

Sophie looked at her in a hurt way, but soon her gaze turned from distressed and hurt to hateful. `How can you talk to me like that? I'm a Casterwill! ´, she whispered, her voice full of hate.

`A Caster-what please? ´, Zhalia asked annoyed.

`A Casterwill. I am the last living heiress and family member of the Casterwill family. An old noble family. Once my family saved the world from its destruction and you think you can talk to me like I am your servant´, Sophies voice was getting flashy and flashier. Her cheeks were burning red.

Zhalia tried to hold back an evil laughter, but it didn't work out. She was sure, that Sophie would soon start to chuff little damp clouds out of her ears.

`Well if that's true, it looks like your family didn't leave you any of their talent and glory´, Zhalia said with an evil smile. Sophie's eyes filled with tears

`My family was killed, I live here with my godfather´, she cried and turned around. Zhalia heard her running down the stairs.

Zhalia closed the door. She would have never thought, that there was something she had in common with that chick, but in the past time many things had happened, which she had never been able to even think about. She tried to forget about her argument with Sophie. She would try avoid her for the next days.

Rassimov's pov:

Rassimov was sitting in the Organization's conference room. He felt good. Yesterday the Organization had made him to its leader. He didn't even have to kill Klaus. His stupid apprentice did that. He smiled. Now he only had to kill that girl. And that couldn't be that difficult. Although the girl knew everything about the Organization. She had to be exterminated. She was a threat to the Organization.

He turned around as a man entered the room. It was Jonathan Crane. The Organization's agent that was playing godfather for Sophia Casterwill. Rassimov's sister Shauna had that idea. Now he was able to control Sophia Casterwill and she wasn't even suspicious. Jonathan was living with her in a guesthouse and as soon as the girl would show her family's talents, Jonathan could kill her or take care of her powers. Now he no more had to worry about the stupid Casterwill girl.

But now Jonathan was there. That meant something must have happened. He looked at the man.

`Sir. I am having good news for you´, Jonathan said.

`Speak´, was Rassimov's short reply.

`I found Zhalia Moon. She is at my guesthouse. I think Klaus didn't tell her about me, at least she didn't recognized me. She is still injured and she wants to stay for about five days´, Crane said quickly.

`Are you sure? ´, asked Rassimov.

`Of cause Sir, I know her and she told me that her name was Kayla Evans. As far as I know, was her mother's maiden name Kayla Evans. That can't be a fortune´, he said.

`Fine, fine. It looks like she is trapped. We will get to your village in about two days. Make sure she is still there. We will exterminate them both. Now we are able to not only kill Zhalia Moon. No, we are able to kill Sophia Casterwill too´, Rassimov smiled viciously.

These were good news.

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