Hello. I was actually considering updating TVD again, but I have ideas for this too. I'm actually gonna do something new. I'm gonna put a time skip in the middle of the chapter because I have ideas for later, and remember, this book has a 7 year time span so I have a lot to cover. But, I will pick up where I left off last. I won't torture you like that. But, I'm not giving away too many details of my new plot details, which were inspired by my recent rereading of Awakened. I'm only like halfway through, though lol. Well, enough of my rambling. Read On!

Chapter 6:Buried

Zoey

I paused and texted Stevie Rae. She'd come over when the sun went down. Then I ran to catch up with them.

Aphrodite

"Save him! Save my baby!" Aphrodite screamed at the doctor. She had tears down her face and looked at Darius. "If they can only save one of us, save him." Her husband nodded, the Warrior also had tears in his eyes. Aphrodite laid her head back and smiled a ghost of a smile. She let the anesthesia take over.

Darius

"Save her! Save her, please!" the Warrior yelled, almost crying. His baby was dying and he didn't know what to do. The doctors said nothing as they led him and Zoey Redbird to the O.R.

"I don't think it's her in danger here." Zoey said, the calming power of the Goddess emanating from her voice. He knew this of course. But still he was terrified. He didn't know what to do anymore.

"I'm so worried about both of them." is all he said.

Zoey

I looked at my friends, one on bed, sleeping with a baby dying inside, the other looking as though his spirit was dying along with the baby. We reached the O.R. and the doctors immediately proceeded to grab a scalpel and cut.

"Spirit, strengthen her, protect her, and help that baby survive." I whispered, almost without sound. I felt the element swirl, eager to do my bidding. Aphrodite jerked slightly as the element slipped into her but not enough to throw off the doctor's precise cut.

"Are they too late?" Darius asked.

"I don't think so." I whispered back. As if to prove my point, the doctors pulled out a screeching baby boy, perfectly healthy. "Thank you Spirit." I thanked the element and felt it die away.

"What is the baby's name?" a female doctor asked. It jarred Darius out of his worries and he answered quite senselessly.

"Huh?"

"What is the baby's name?" the doctor asked patiently.

"Nohlin. Nohlin James Carter." he replied as he walked over to his wife. He stroked her hair and held her limp hand, awaiting her awakening. He stood there as the doctors sewed the stitches into her stomach. It was hours before she awoke, but I watched him hold her hand through those hours, all the while holding baby Nohlin in the other arm. Stevie Rae arrived and was uber glad to know both of them were fine.

(3 hours) Joi (At Home)

She was sitting on the couch with Lay-Lay at Kramisha's when it happened. Kramisha was babysitting because when the sun went down, Daddy went to the hospital along with Aunt Stevie Rae and Uncle Rephaim. Kramisha was the only one left aft home. And then the pain hit. In her head, her eyes. Then her vision shut off, went black. She screamed. She already knew what was happening. She was having a vision.

She sees blood. Everywhere. Uncle Rephaim is fighting one of those Red Fledglings, almost like Alex, who was there, too, fighting another one. But, her gaze is drawn to a place about two and a half feet away from the battle, where three people stand on a natural rock formation, which is wide and jutting about a foot of the ground. One is a woman, with a older version of Joi's friend Cassidy, lying, bleeding at her feet. Her gaze was drawn over to a man, with a dark-haired woman standing, chin up, in front of him. He speaks.

"Stay with me. Be my queen. We will defeat Neferet and rule." She slowly shakes her head and speaks words, her voice all too familiar.

"No. I can't. Not like this. Goodbye, Kalona." She kisses him, long and deep and slow. She turns and, to Joi's shock, she sees a face she knows as well as her own. It's Layla, her twin, her sister, her best friend. She walks away. She turns and whispers, almost too low to hear. "I love you."

Joi opened her eyes to see Kramisha standing over her along with her sister.

"I'm okay, Kramisha, Layla." she said, slowly. They nodded and for the rest of night treated her like royalty. It was only about another thirty minutes before Mom and Daddy showed up.

"What happened?" Zoey asked. She gave a short version of everything. When she got to the part about her sister, Joi stopped. She began to speak and paused when she heard a voice in her head.

"Don't tell her. It's our secret. Don't tell anyone, not even Layla." the voice was warm and Joi listened. She told her mom the sun covered the clouds when the girl turned and she couldn't see. And that's the story she stuck with.

(A Year Later) Zoey (Poetry Room, HoN)

"Another poem, Kramisha?" I asked. She nodded solemnly and handed it to me. I read it to my self.

Trapped, but not bound.

Unable to escape.

Unloved but in love.

But could that be true?

Is he loved?

Can he be saved?

No one knows but the savior.

What would he choose?

A path, a way, a Light, a Darkness.

His guiding light, a beacon in the rain.

Hope, love, trust, is he worthy?

To give to him he must accept and give in return.

A Goddess's love, her guiding hand.

Light or Darkness?

He must pick with the help of she.

Once again I knew, with one word, one name in my head I refused to acknowledge. Layla. It was buried as soon as it was said. I made a decision. We would take a vacation in a place I hoped we would always be safe. Skye. I called my husband.

"Stark, I'm arranging a vacation to visit some old friends. We're going to Skye."

"Skye?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Why all of a sudden?" I stopped talking. It was coming again, that God awful idea that could never be true.

"Because our daughters are 8 years old and they deserve to meet us." I hurried to say. I know he could hear the worry in my voice but wouldn't push it.

"Mmhmm." is all he said and I could hear all the doubt in his mind in those two little syllable. I hung up. And arranged it all with Stevie Rae. I couldn't stay here any more.

How many of you didn't see the Layla thing coming? Nohlin is pronounced Nolan and is the last name I have picked out for my kids. It's Joi and Layla, then it's Kalleb and Nohlin. Cassidy is a backup. BTW, your reading the story of the Chorus Historian! Yay me! I'm obsessed with a song by Evanescence. It's called Forgive Me. You should listen to it if you haven't already. Well, that's all. Happy to be elected as Historian, StevieRae2011, signing off!