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Elizabeth just stood there for the longest time, trying to filter everything she heard. A kind woman she met was really an enchantrace from a mystical kingdom. The wooden animals were her apprentices. Some evil old guy was after her because of some old book. And she was supposedly some all-powerful Chosen One? Get real!

"No offence, Ms. Morgan", said Elizabeth, "but there is no way on heaven and earth that I'm some sort of Chosen One. I was always chosen to be last at dodgeball. I can't even make my dad's tacos disappear. I dought I can do magic. I'm sorry, but I can't help you." Elizabeth looked Morgan in the eye. "Find someone else to do this. I am not the one you're looking for." Morgan sighed.

"I understand Elizabeth", she said as the girl grabbed her backpack and began to leave. "I'm sure your mother would have also understood the problem." Elizabeth's hand stopped in mid-air as she reached for the handle. She slowly turned around. Morgan had gone back to her book. "She was a lot like you. Smart, kind, stubborn. She too had a gift and was doughtful like yourself." She looked back to Elizabeth.

"Y-you knew my mother?", the girl asked. Morgan nodded.

"I met her a long time ago. She had a gift, much like yourself. But she doughted herself. She wasn't the chosen one. But she could awaken the animals for a short period. When I told her of the prophecy, she thought I was crazy. But after awhile she began to understand." Morgan wiped her eyes. "She died trying to stop Mordred. She never wanted you to fight him. I warned her not to but she wouldn't listen."

"But my mom died of a disease", argued Elizabeth, not knowing where this was going.

"I know. But her fight with Mordred left her very weak and she was defenceless against the illness." Morgan sighed once more. "I did all I could to save her, but in the end, it wasn't enough." Tears came to her eyes once more. Elizabeth looked at her feet with guilt. She looked back to Morgan.

"I'll think about it", she said. Morgan looked up happily. "Well, I'll just be off. Thank you for saving me." With that, she grabbed the box and left. Morgan sighed and looked back to the book she was reading. It was really a photo album, filled with pictures of a woman who looked like an older version of Elizabeth. She stroked one tenderly.

"Oh Rebecca, If only you could see your daughter now."

Elizabeth woke up the next morning to find everything as it was. When she had got home, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep immediately. She recalled the events from yesterday and thought. 'I wonder if it was all real.'Her thoughts were confirmed when she saw the three notes in gold handwriting on her bedside table. She picked them up and read them, knowing what had happened wasn't a dream. She got dressed and went downstairs, where she found her dad in the kitchen. Something wonderful came from the stove. She sat down and made sure she wasn't drooling.

"Dad, what are you cooking?", she begged. Her dad smiled.

"Oatmeal, your favourite", he said before putting a bowl in front of her. He got some himself and they ate in silence. When they were done, Johnathan spoke. "So, um, I have one more meeting to go to." Elizabeth moaned, knowing where this was going. "Hun, it's only till 4. I just have to go over stuff with the board there. And tell you what, when I get back, we'll have a movie night like old times and you can chose it, okay?" Elizabeth nodded. "That's my girl." He got up and kissed her forehead before leaving. Elizabeth sat back and sighed. 'Another fun-filled day', she thought sarcastically. She got up and put her stuff in the sink before heading back upstairs. When she entered her room, she immediately went to the box and awakened her friends. They blinked their eyes before looking up at her.

"Hey guys", she said, smiling. "I want to show you something." She got out her sketch book and showed them the drawings she made. They gazed in amazement, all but Peter, who just huffed and crossed his arms.

"My head is not that small and my wings are much longer", he complained. Lorilie pushed him.

"Are you sure, Peter?", said David, "cause if your head was any bigger, people would think you had a brain." David, Lorilie and Sean started to laugh as Peter grumbled something. Elizabeth started to laugh too. She absent mindedly touch her necklace. When she did, she blanked out and felt faint. She soon saw things she knew weren't happening in her room.

She saw Morgan leFay in her store and heard some sort of growl coming from behind her. She tried to turn around to see what it was, but found she couldn't move. Suddenly, something leaped onto Morgan. She cried out in pain. Elizabeth didn't see what it was, but knew it was not good. Soon her her vision blackened again and she looked once more to see she was in her room once more. She looked around and saw she was on the floor. She had a pounding headache and tried to stand up, grabbing the desk to steady herself. She saw the animals looking worriedly at her.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?", she asked, saying all their concern. Elizabeth nodded, which made the headache come back. She moaned and slowly sat down on her bed. "What happened?", Lorilie asked.

"I don't know", Elizabeth answered, "I just touched my necklace and suddenly I was in Morgan's store, but wasn't at the same time. There was something that sounded like an animal nearby, but when I tried to turn around, I couldn't. Then this, thing leapt onto Morgan and I blacked out again." The animals looked to one another before looking back at Elizabeth.

"Sounds like you have just had a vision. You saw what was happening to Morgan, either in the past or future." Elizabeth thought for a moment.

"Then that means..." She gasped. "We have to get to Morgan, quick!" She put the animals into the box and, not even bothering to put them to sleep. She ran to the shed and grabbed her bike before racing to Morgan. She was going so fast that when she put on the brakes, she nearly fell over. She leaned her bike against the front and ran in. She gasped and dropped her backpack.

"Ouch! You know, oh-great-Chosen-One, some of us, mostly me, are quite breakable," snapped David as he crawled out of the backpack.

"And what about the rest of us, uh, Scale Brain?'' Peter and Sean followed. Lorilie was last and seemed to be the only one who knew something was wrong.

"Uh, guys."

"Yeah, some of us are quite valuable."

"Guys..."

"Oh yeah, about as precious as a twig."

"GUYS!" The three arguing animals turned to Lorilie, who in turn gestured to where Elizabeth was. They gasped in horror. Lamps and vases smashed, painting torn, books shredded and thrown around. A desk had been turned over and papers were scattered everywhere. The four walked silently, looking around in disbelief. "I don't believe it," said Lorilie.

"What happened?," asked David to no one in perticulair. Elizabeth sighed as she sat in a chair.

"I was too late." The animals walked over and climbed onto a table using a stack of books.

"Elizabeth, none of this was your fault. You had no way of knowing until now," said Lorilie.

"But if I had only believed her, then maybe I would have come over sooner." Elizabeth began to cry into her hands.

"Yesh, mortals sure are sensitive," mumbled David. Lorilie gave him her coldest glare yet and immediately shut him up. She looked back to Elizabeth.

"Look, even if you had been here earlier, none of that would make a difference. Morgan was probably protecting you from what ever was here. If you were here, that would have been worse. Now, the best we can do now is find Morgan, before it's really too late." She mumbled the last part but they all heard it. Elizabeth thought for a moment and remembered what Morgan had said about her mom dying to protect her. She looked up, a look of determination on her face and her hands became fists. She stood up and began to walk around, looking for something. Lorilie and the others watched her, confusion on all their faces.

"Elizabeth, what the heck are you doing?", asked Sean.

"My mom died trying to protect me. I'm not going to lose Morgan the same way."

"But what are you looking for?" Elizabeth smiled in triumph as she pulled a piece of torn green and gold fabric from behind the desk. She smiled as she showed them it.

"This." They came over.

"A piece of cloth. How is that going to help us find Morgan?," demanded Peter. Lorilie walked closer and sniffed the fabric.

"It smells like, roses and peppermint. Uh! This is from Morgan's dress!" They others looked at one another.

"Okay, but unless that can give us directions, I don't think it will show us where Morgan is," said David. Elizabeth smiled even more.

"Oh yes it can." She closed her eyes and concentrated hard. Soon, visions again appeared in her mind. She saw an old, broken down castle in a forest. Soon, she saw 4 giant wolves circling someone who was tied up. Elizabeth looked closer and saw it was Morgan. Soon two figures appeared, a boy and girl, teenagers, dressed in black with cloaks. They both had evil looks on their faces.

"Alright Morgan," snapped the girl, "I'll give you one last chance, where is the girl!" Morgan stared back at her.

"I'll never tell you or your master. You'll have to kill me first." The girl smiled even more evilly, if that was even possible and took a dagger from her cloak.

"As you wish." The last thing Elizabeth saw was Morgan's terrified eyes and the knife coming down. She opened her eys again and could barely keep conscious. She gripped the table before her legs collapsed.

"Elizabeth," asked Lorilie, "what's wrong? Did you find Morgan?" Elizabeth nodded.

"Yes, but she's in grave danger." With that, Elizabeth slipped in unconscious.