You know what. I think I might post twice again today. The twins or Peter? I'm thinking the twins.

Gamerof1458: Yeah, I think she's already at least on par with Reaver. Or more, really. XD I actually didn't notice.

MigetX: ^ ^ You're right. I think I'll make Thunder travel with them. Maybe.... Nah, if I do do that, I want it to be a surprise. Thanks! I wish I could say that I worked hard on them, but.... I didn't.... ;; Oh, have you seen Fringe? It's very good. It's on Fox.

Emma: Yay! Yeah, Asineth's my favorite too. Hey, do you have the Fable II cheat book? (This goes for everyone) You know that picture in the back on the page with the dog collars? The picture of the woman wearing the pink and blue Hot Date clothes with the double belted coat and the highway man hat and gloves? That's what Asineth wears. And the reason I know each and every clothing item is because I've been running around, trying to find them all... Do you know where you can get Highway Man gloves before you finish the Crucible?

Three years after the Heroes capture…

Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya.

Pelicrovol sat in the Northern Temple in Hook Coast, meditating. He sat in a stone gazebo that was covered in ivy vines, on the cracked stone in the center of it, cross-legged with his hands on his knees, palms up, eyes closed.

Nonviolence is the answer. Violence will not solve my problems…

But the next time I see that psychotic wraith of a bastard, I swear, I'll-

"Hey, Pelicrovol! Spar with me!" Gregor said, running up. Pelicrovol winced.

"I'm meditating." He said, keeping his eyes closed and his voice quiet and in a monotone.

"Well, Brother Mori said that sparing is a type of meditation." Gregor pointed out. Pelicrovol twitched.

"I'd like to meditate in the…. Quiet fashion." He said calmly.

"Oh, come OOOOOONNNNN!" Gregor wailed, grabbing the back of Pelicrovol's shirt and tugging.

Pelicrovol roared and spun around, kicking Gregor in the jaw. The heavier young man flew into the air and collided with a tree.

"Owww, what was that for?" Gregor groaned, heaving himself up with difficulty.

"You wanted to spar? There you go!" Pelicrovol snapped, sitting back down and trying to concentrate.

"You're a-" Gregor started to yell, but then a quiet voice said, "This is not a place for spar, Brother Gregor."

The two younger boys turned and saw Father Beedle walk up, wearing the blue garb of a high priest. He smiled at the uncomfortable looks on the younger men's faces. "Pelicrovol, your father wants to see you at the main building."

Pelicrovol groaned and got up, shared a look of mutual annoyance with Gregor, and went down the beaten path to the main temple.

The temple was very much like the Temple of Light. Made of clean, white marble with a huge stone mosaic courtyard. There were beautiful fountains and trees. And despite the sparring monks, both male and female, there was an underlying peace in it all.

There was so much damn peace it made Pelicrovol want to vomit.

He entered the large, circular structure, and saw his father waiting. His father was one of the main priests, and stood next to the head priest, looking nervous.

"Hello, Brother Pelicrovol." Head Priest Abram said gravely. "We have a favor to ask of you."

"Yes?" Pelicrovol asked, interested.

"The Temple of Light, which is in Oakfield-"

"I'm aware of this." Pelicrovol said seriously. The corners of his father's mouth twitched, but the Priest Abram was not amused.

"They have need of a guardian for their ritual."

"Hey, my mum did the ritual!" Pelicrovol said. His father nodded, looking warmly reminiscent.

"Yes. Now, as you are the strongest here, you have volunteered to go to the Temple of Light to escort their strongest monk through the cavern. Apparently, the last trip didn't go well, due to Hollow Men, and so they have made an agreement with us to send one of our best as their new escort." Priest Abram continued coolly.

"Aw," Pelicrovol said, looking touched. "I'm one of your best?" His father pressed his fingers to his lips.

"Don't push it." Priest Abram said irritably.

"Hey, you're the one who said it." Pelicrovol said with a grin. "Unless you're just doing this to get me out of here."

"That is part of it." Priest Abram said seriously. Pelicrovol's father's shoulders began to shake. "I think you should leave very soon. The ritual is in a month, and Oakfield is far."

"Yeah, you are doing this to make me leave…" Pelicrovol said slowly. His father choked. Priest Abram turned to glare at him.

"Do you need a glass of water?" He asked, his tone like broken glass in an ice bucket.

"Oh, I think I do!" He laughed. "Son? Come with me?" He dragged his son out of the temple.

"You okay?" Pelicrovol asked his father, amused.

"Fine," his father answered, red in the face. "Son, if you're going to agree to this, I want you to be very careful. Your mother told me about when she went in this cave, and it sounds… rather dangerous. I already lost your mother, Son, I don't want to loose you too…" His father looked like he was about to cry.

"Dad," Pelicrovol said seriously, taking his father's hand. "Don't worry. I'll get Mom back, you can count on it. I'll make it through the ritual, and I'll save Mom."

Believe me…

Peter or the twins? Which is next?