Okay, before I start this chapter, let me warn you that I found a way to extend this story for maybe a few more, or maybe a lot more, chapter (* receives cheers from her fans*). But let me warn you , you may not be happy with it AT ALL. As a matter of fact, you may want to do some things... like maybe kill me. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!! but it's a very unexpected twist and it makes me feel a little better.


Tancred couldn't have gone to see if Emma was okay in the state he was in. After he'd left Bloor's, he'd headed home, much to his parent's surprise, and stumbled into his bed.

He fell asleep instantaneously. As he slept, he dreamt. No, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. A memory he hadn't been able to remember after all of these years.

The laughing began the dream, followed by the distorted picture, like all the times before. This time, though, the sound of children playing became apparent as Tancred recognized the picture as a playground. He looked around him as he because aware he was in a child's body and caught sight of a little girl sitting on the swing set to his left, waving at him with little purple mittens. Her hair was a beautiful shade of blond, her eyes a lovely blue. How had Tancred not realized who he was still in love with? She still looked exactly the same.

He woke up at midnight and wasn't able to fall asleep. He didn't know what he would do now. Would he go talk to Emma?

He had to. He had to tell her he was sorry, that he loved her. But it would be hours before daylight broke and he could leave the house. Nervously, he paced around his room, his nerves getting the best of him. His room was spiraling around him and he could hear thunder and rain outside his trembling windows. His parents were ignoring this, assuming that once again he'd had a fall out with Lysander that kept him from being at school. How wrong they were.


The storm he'd brewed that night had turned into an uneasy sprinkle that showered over the city. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to stop. He endured it by pulling his hood over his head as he moved towards Ingledew's, where he was sure Emma would be resting from her injuries.

When he entered the shop, though, Julie Ingledew told him that Emma had gone out about an hour before. He asked her where she'd gone, but Julie had not a clue. There was an odd look in her eyes, as if there was something she wasn't telling Tancred. He hadn't noticed the sign in front of the shop that told Ingledew's customers that the store would no longer be in service in that city.

Felling dejected, he plopped down onto a curb and covered his face with his hands. Where could Emma be? He had to talk to her. He had to get his feelings out, be with her like he was supposed to for all of this time. He had to make things right; fix the past he'd been taken away from. He had to continue what the two had found on the playground.

Tancred realized suddenly where Emma was. He stood and sprinted over just a few more streets, where an old school stood which had long gone out of business. The playground sat, rusting in its misery of lack of use. The rain pattered over it, making the scene almost sad.

As he came into view of the playground, he became aware of the soft creek of a lone swing swaying back and forth. He stopped right at the playground entrance to see the back of Emma moving her swing without taking her feet off the ground. When she was little, she'd done that as a sign she wanted to be pushed, so she could fly, she'd told Tancred once. Did she still need that now that she could turn into a bird?

He moved as quietly as he could behind her. Once he'd reached the swing, he put hands on either side of the rusty chain holding the swing up and pushed. Emma didn't even look back at him.

"Oh, Tancred." She muttered, her voice low and pain-filled. "I didn't think you'd come down here." She stopped the swing, but Tancred didn't try to push her again. He noticed her right arm was in a sling, but couldn't see anything from the back view he was getting.

"Of coarse I'm down here, Emma. Why wouldn't I be?" He wondered. There was something odd going on with Emma.

"You're supposed to be at school. It's only Wednesday." she told him.

"I heard about what Manfred did to you. I left the school because he was probably going to give me detention for eternity after I pinned him to the wall with the table in the Kings Room." He expected her to laugh at this, but she didn't. "Emma, I remember what I told you on the playground now." He smiled hopefully, only to not receive an answer. He fished the purple mitten out of his pocket. "Emma, I remember that I love you and that you're the only girl for me." Still no response. "Emma. Emma?"

Emma stood from the swing and turned to face him. When she looked up she had tears in her eyes that kept spilling over and a horrible gash on her forehead. In her jacket, Tancred couldn't see her other wounds, but they were there. She held the other mitten in her left hand. She extended that hand, holding the mitten towards Tancred. "Take this."

"Why, Emma?"

She took another step towards him, still holding the mitten out. He took it, finally. "Emma, what's the matter? Why are you giving this to me? Emma, I love you. I finally realize that. Don't you love me too?"

More tears ran down her face. "You took to long to figure it out, Tancred. Because of what happened at Bloor's, I'm moving to the United States with my Auntie. There's a nice little school there that's like Bloor's, but the people who run the school are actually human, are actually people. I'm never going to come back Tancred. And because of that, I can't love you."


Like I said up at the top PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The future chapters will deal with Tancred dealing with losing Emma after he realizes he loves her and Emma dealing with what she did to Tancred and adjusting to life in America. When I first thought of that twist for this chapter right before i started righting this morning, it was originally going to be Tancred who moves away because he got expelled from Bloor's for what he did to Manfred, but this just seemed a little better in a way.

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