I did it! Finally! I have written another chapter! This has been hard for me – I'm completely stuck on this story. But I will push through! WWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! Anyway, enjoy! And please review!

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"And just where have you been?" a harsh voice hissed.

Enye froze in her tracks. She turned to see a tall woman with thick, dark pink hair and pale pink eyes.

"Out," Enye answered.

"Oh, really?" she asked. "Where?"

"Around the city," Enye answered. "What business is it of yours, Sigourney?"

Sigourney chuckled and closed her eyes while crossing her arms. "Shopping again? It's awfully late to be going shopping."

"Did I say I was going shopping?" Enye snapped. "And there IS such a thing as window shopping."

Sigourney huffed. "Whatever. If I find out that word has gotten out about our plans, it'll be your head."

Enye swallowed and hurried on her way. She walked quicker down the corridors of the castle, heading towards her room. She hated it here. She wanted to go home. Even though she was given the privilege of going anywhere she wanted, she was still a prisoner. No matter where she went, Sigourney would find her; just as Kamahina had.

Enye sat down on a hardwood chair in front of her vanity and began brushing her hair. She stared at her reflection. Her big orange eyes stared back at her. She shook her head and tucked a piece of her hair behind one of her long, pointed ears.

She didn't understand why those girls wanted to live in Japan – miles and miles away from their home. She would give anything to go home. She hardly remembered her home. Kamahina had had her people enslaved when she was a young girl. She growled to herself at the remembrance of that day. Much of Enye's childhood was a blur in her mind, but not that day.

She and her brother had been out in the yard when the warriors had come through their village. They slaughtered nearly everyone – including Enye's parents. Her brother had been separated from her and she had seen him only once since then. He had been put with the rest of Kamahina's warriors.

Enye, herself, had been chosen to be one of Kamahina's closest, shall we say, "henchmen". She hated it, but she didn't really have a choice. It was either serve Kamahina or be killed. And dying wasn't really on the top of her "favorite subjects" list. So she went along with it.

She sat back and let her brush drop from her hand. So many years since she had seen her brother. How many was it now? Ten years? Twelve? Did it even matter anymore? She sighed in realization. He probably wouldn't even recognize or remember her. But she knew if she saw him she'd remember.

She brushed a single tear from her cheek. Catie and the other girls were her only hope. That was her only way out of the hell. She sighed again. Her freedom depended upon five teenage girls who were more concerned about boyfriends and parties than anything else.

Shaking her head, Enye changed into a nightdress and climbed into bed.