I think I took too much time off...(translation: Read too many Mortal Instruments fanfics and procrastinated too long.) Well anyways...Here you go peeps. A new chapter. So far no one has yet answered my questions from the last chapter, I'd really like to know the answers to them. Please. I only own Amber. And Terra. And Adam. And the other bunch of people that I own. Enjoy.

He shook my shoulder. "Amber," I can hear the horses let out a sigh as they were hit by Jack's staff. "Amber." He shook my shoulder again. I opened my eyes. The horses were still coming. Jack saw that I was awake and immediately told me to summon my blade. "What if the others see it?" I whispered. After all, people can still hear me. "Forget about the people, your life is more important right now." He grunted as he took a hoof to the stomach. I quickly summoned my silver blade -it seemed like the doctors and nurses couldn't take my gloves off either- and fought off most of them that got away from Jack's blows.

Knowing that I can handle them on my own, he nodded and flew out the window, thankfully dragging the curtain hung on the ceiling, concealing me from the other patients. Pros: No one can see me crazily waving my arm at absolutely nothing at all. Cons: I'm kind of trapped with a group of devilish horses that came from hell. Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerating, but the horses can still hurt me.

I heard the soft ringing of bells from the window. In no time at all, Jack shot in, followed by Toothiana and Sandy, and after a moment of struggling to squeeze through, North. Of course, Bunny shot up from the ground outside and jumped in through the window just a few seconds later. Thank god, my arm is getting a bit tired. In the corner of all the weapon-slashing and grunts and clouds of black sand, I spotted one of the black horses just standing there, looking at the battle. It's eyes were full of sadness, and longing. I couldn't help but slip away from the fight towards it. The big five were just too busy to notice.

I grabbed my crutches and took a small step forward to reached for its head. It let out a puff of air. I lightly rested my hand on its muzzle and stroked it. Memories suddenly flashed inside my mind.

I woke up to a rather loud crash. I hugged my teddy tight and sat up in bed. "Mommy?" I said, trembling. My voice rang out in my room bold and loud. As if in response, a black figure appeared at the foot of my bed. I let out a whimper and hugged my teddy tighter, pulling my knees up to my chin. "Shh, shh. It's just me baby." The figure said with a low voice. "Daddy?" I said, leaning closer and relaxing.

I tried focusing on the figure's appearance, but it was like the memories didn't let me do so. It was so blurred that it was just a pale white patch.

The man -it couldn't have been a female, the voice was too low- hugged me tight like I did with my teddy. "Why won't you stay with mommy and me?" I asked. I heard him sigh. "You know I can't do that sweetie." A poof was heard nearby and next to the man appeared a small black horse the size of my fist. "Draven!" I almost shouted. "Shh, baby, you don't want to wake mommy up." I smiled as Draven galloped around me, neighing and stopping to nuzzle at my cheek. I giggled softly and opened my palm to let Draven sit on it. "Daddy, why can't I tell mom that you visit?" I asked, stroking Draven's silky mane. "Mommy won't believe you." He said, his voice cracking. "But I'll show her!" I whined. He patted my head. I swear I spotted a tear fall from his face. "I have to go, cupcakes. Sleep tight." He tucked me in and Draven nuzzled at my cheek once more, then galloped away through the window with daddy.

A whinny pierced through my ear. I winced and glanced at the horse thoughtfully. I stopped rubbing his muzzle and put a hand on my chin. I studied the horse, and in turn it studied me. Its eyes were full of emotion. Sadness, rage, relief, protection, pleading. I stroked its mane. The hair was smooth, and silky. It nuzzled my hand softly. It was all too familiar. "...Draven?" I whispered. It chuffed and nuzzled my hand again. I stroked him and he nickered. He uttered a loud whinny, causing the other horses to stop. They retreated to Draven. "Amber, get away." Jack said, getting his staff ready. I told him, "No, wait, Jack." as Draven tried to tell me something. "What is it?" I asked. Figuring that looking at him whinny and nicker won't help, I closed my eyes and concentrated. My plan might just work.

I heard a distant voice. It wasn't coming from the room, or anywhere around us. It was inside my mind. 'Dad...back' Who...Dad? I thought about the blurred face. Then I lost the voice. I concentrated once more, and the voice came back, faint. 'Can't...no...time...careful...safe' Then it disappeared. I opened my eyes and Draven lowered his head, till we were at eye level. He stared into my eyes, pleading me. "I promise." I muttered to him. He rose and neighed at the horses. They straightened, and followed Draven out the window.

"What. Was. That?" Bunny and Jack said in unison. They glared at each other. "I remembered something. That horse was my old friend, back when my dad used to visit me." I said, thinking about that weird memory. "Who was your dad?" North asked. "I...I don't know. I couldn't see his face either in the memory." I answered, staring at my blue socks. "We'll have to go back and talk to the manny. He'll know." North mumbled. "Let's go!" He tried to jump through the window. "Oh my- North, didn't you learn your lesson earlier?" Tooth muttered trying help Bunny and Jack push their chubby leader through. Finally he landed on the other side with a loud thump and a 'oof'. Tooth wiped her forehead. "We'll see you soon, Amber." She said and flew out, followed by Jack and Bunny. Sandy floated out, snoring.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil. I doodled on a blank page, trying to get my mind to stop thinking about my dad.

...

The curtain was practically ripped away. I jumped, making my pencil draw an ugly line over the intensely detailed doodle on the paper. "Amber! I have good news." My mom said. "What is it?" I asked, grabbing an eraser and rubbing off the line. "You're going back home right now." "Yay?" I really have no idea what to react to that. "Oh come on," My mom said as she dragged me off of the bed. I put my sketchbook and pencil down just in time. "We're gonna get you to change into some clean clothes, then we'll take a taxi to get back home. Then, I think we'll have to get you back on track with your shifts in the nursery..." I groaned inwardly. She's just like Tooth.

...

I flipped through the pages of my sketchbook. I was at the back of the taxi, wearing a striped, long sleeved shirt, white shorts with black leggings, a green jacket, gray sneakers and a light blue knitted scarf. My hair was tied into a low ponytail. I noticed that the doodles that I drew were...let's just say it has relation to the mystery of my dad. I had a drawing of Draven, a sketch of what seemed a girl looking up at a black shadow, a doodle of a black figure helping up a little girl. I sighed.

"Keep the change." I heard my mom say. "Amber? We're here." I got out of the taxi and stuffed my sketchbook into my sack that was hung around a shoulder. I was looking around the neighborhood when suddenly I was attacked by some kind of object hugging my by the waist. "Hey, Ethan!" I said. "You're back!" He shouted. I grinned. "Yeah, I'm back." "We can have snowball fights again! And you can teach me to draw even more! And you can help me with my homework! Kevin doesn't even help me..." He muttered the last part.

"Woah, kiddo. Don't forget that I still have that gnash on my leg." I told him as I rubbed his head. "Ah! Stop doing that!" He ducked away from my hand and smoothed his messy hair. "I remember, but we can just change the rules of the snowball fight so that you can play!" "I know you want me to play with you guys, but I still have a lot to catch up to, school, homework, and my shifts at the nursery." He pouted and crossed his arms. I ignored him, looking around the neighborhood and the park nearby. Ethan soon got frustrated and he shouted, "Fine! But you have to join us next week." "Two weeks later." "One and a half." "Two." "Fine!" He crossed his arms again and stomped back into the house.

Mom chuckled. "Silly boy. Let's go in, you must be freezing by now." It was getting a bit chilly, now that I noticed, so we went in and drank a cup of hot coco. I sat on the cozy armchair closest to the fireplace where a bright flame was crackling. Ethan was lying on his stomach, drawing all sorts of made-up monsters on the floor. Mom was reading newspaper on the hazel sofa diagonally to the right of me. Kevin was sitting next to mom, working busily on his laptop with his glasses propped up on the bridge of his nose.

I shuffled around in my seat, bored and just a tiny bit annoyed by the silence. I let out a little sigh and stood up, dragging myself to my room, which I actually didn't remember where, so I had to open every single door that I encounter. I sat on a chair inside and doodled more in my sketchbook.

~CHAPTER 9 END~

I know some of you people are like: "SO BORING" or "WHERE'S THE FLUFF" or whatever you're thinking. Do bear (or bare? I have no idea)with me, I really want to write those kind of chapters but everything has to have a trigger. Thank you everyone who still reads this crap, I really appreciate that you do so. I am really busy at the moment, because of all the projects on hand and a festival coming up which includes me hosting for two people from another school. Thanks for the reviews and favs and all that, and especially, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE! DM out~