The following bits are my very favorite parts. I hope you enjoy them like I did :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. I do not own the Wilson family. BoOkWoRm owns Z and Liz. I do own Jess and- oh wait, you don't know them quite yet, I'm getting ahead of myself :) Readers, prepare yourselves for new characters!

Z's POV (By BoOkWoRm)

I woke up and found Jess sleeping soundly in her bed. I smiled at her. She's been having a hard time with getting sleep lately. I looked out the window, and saw that it was nearly dawn. I got out of bed, and silently walked out of the room, grabbing my sweater in the process. I didn't want to wake up anybody, and it was cold. The heat should be turning on soon. I walked into the kitchen, and decided to put Iggy's cooking lessons into play. I searched the pantry and found pancake mix. I checked the fridge and found some eggs and bacon. Well, here's breakfast.

I started to cook when I heard small footsteps. I looked to see Liz coming in. She was rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

"Morning Liz," I whispered. She waved, and sat down at the table. "How many pancakes do you want?" She lifted up five fingers. Us bird kids eat a lot. "How many eggs?" She held up six fingers. I started on the order. I flipped the pancakes perfectly. If Iggy could see me now. I felt Liz's eyes on me. I smiled as I worked, and tired to entertain her. She only had a small smile, still under sleep's spell.

"You remind me of Nanna," she suddenly said. The name hit me like a ton of bricks. It was so familiar, yet I couldn't remember where I heard it.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"An old lady that took care of me," she said.

"An old lady?" I asked. She nodded. "What happened to your parents?"

"I'm not sure. All I remember is being with Nanna, and someone…someone else," she looked at me expectantly. I continued on the breakfast. "What about you?" she asked. I looked at her. "Where did you come from?" My mouth dropped open in shock. Nobody has ever straight out asked me about my past. I mean they hinted at it, but nobody has ever asked me like that before. I stared at her looking over her face. She seemed so familiar. How do I put it? It's like I've known her. Like she's someone important to me. My mind then went back to my past and my little sister. My baby sister, who was too young to remember what had happened to our family, and I had left behind in the arms of an old lady. And the note.

Suddenly Liz pulled something out of her sweater pocket. "When I was still living with Nanna, I found this note. It's from my sister. A sister I never knew." She gets up and hands it to me. "I think that sister is you." I looked at her with shock.

"How do you know for sure?" I asked.

"In the music box where I found the note there was a picture of my family, and you were in it," she said. I took the note from her, and opened it. It was my handwriting, and my message. I looked up at Liz. She was Princess. My mouth dropped open, if it could even open any wider.

"How? When? What happened?" I asked. All these questions came into my head. She smiled at me.

"So it is you!" she said. I couldn't help but laugh. Then I hugged her. She hesitated a while, and then hugged me back. I guess she isn't into hugging. I pulled away from her. Both of us were smiling.

Later we were all sitting at the breakfast table, and we told Jess the good news. She was as shocked as I was. She couldn't believe it, but she could. Wait until we tell the flock. Actually, I wonder what they're up to.

Jess' POV (By me)

"That's so cheating..."said Z.

"You're just jealous because you didn't think of it first," I quipped.

"Your wings are gonna freeze off," Liz added.

I was making a snow angel. With my wings, instead of my arms. Pretty creative, if you ask me. I stood up, examining my work, shaking the snow off of my wings, smiling. "See?" I said. "That looks so cool!"

"Sure..." Z said, rolling her eyes and walking the other way, turning her back to me. Bad move... I thought to myself, hiding a sly smile.

"Hey Z!" I shouted. She turned, and my snowball went sailing towards her. Too bad for Joseph, she ducked. It hit him right in the face.

"Oh, it's on," said Z, as both she and Joey gathered up snow for throwing.

"Like Donkey Kong!" I replied, doing the same. As we threw snowballs at each other, I couldn't help but think about how perfect everything was right now. Everyone was safe, happy, and warm. Max and the flock were all at Dr. M's house, and we were here with my family, with my dad nowhere in sight. We found out Z and Liz were sisters, which was great news. We were messing around in the snow at our little clearing almost every day. And all while we'd been here, we'd been practicing flying, learning some moves from some owls that lived around here. A lot like the Flock learned from the hawks. These owls had gotten used to us, and followed us when we left the house. Even right now they were sitting in the trees, watching us, probably thinking how weird we were. Oh well, they tolerated it.

As I laughed, looking at the owls and dodging snowballs, I saw something else in the trees that made the owls fly away. It was a crow. No, wait; there was more than one, actually several. I stopped in my tracks, looking at them, and soon so did everyone else. It got really quiet, except for the cawing of the crows as they watched us with beady black eyes. It wasn't the same as the owls watching us, this felt wrong. Almost deadly.

"Hey guys..." I whisper, "Maybe we should call my mom and ask for her to come pick us up..." There was an unspoken agreement throughout the group. Those crows were creepy. Just as Joseph was reaching slowly for his phone in his pocket, we saw them. Three figures flying trough the sky: too big for birds, too small for flyboys, and not quite graceful enough to be a member of the Flock. Who were they? I mean, how many bird kids are there in the world? We soundlessly moved into a defensive formation, Z in front, Joey and I behind her, and Liz behind us, forming a diamond shape. The three bird kids, all boys, landed in front of us. They saw our wings, and for now I was thinking that it was a bad thing, but it was too late to hide them. The three boys approached us almost casually. One was black, one was Asian, and the third was white.

The third guy stepped forward and said, in perfect Norwegian, "Hvem er Oversetteren?"
He was asking for me, I think. Was I the Translator? I guess I was. But Z was obviously the leader, why didn't they talk to her? I wanted to confront him and demand to know what his deal was, but to do it I'd have to reveal that I was the Translator, apparently. Here went nothing.

"Jeg er. Hvorfor?" As I looked at him, I could somehow sense that he knew English originally, and had learned Norwegian, but not after learning a little bit of French, Spanish, Latin, and Persian. How did I know all this?

"Hør på meg," he answered, "du må stole på oss. Vi har en idé, du trenger bare å følge med." Listen to me, you have to trust us. We have an idea, you just need to follow along.

"Hvorfor skal vi?" I snarled slightly, then calmed my tone a little. "Og hvorfor snakker du slik? Jeg vet du kan snakke engelsk." Why should we? And why are you speaking like this? I know you can speak English.

He flinched a little at the accusation. Apparently he didn't know I could tell what languages people spoke. Then again, neither had I.

"Jeg skal forklare når den er ferdig," he said quietly then he looked at me pleadingly, with big orange (yes orange) eyes, "Bare stol på meg." I'll explain when it's done. Just trust me. Before I could answer he continued, taking my silence as a yes. "Kan han gå?" He pointed to Joseph. "Bare for et øyeblikk, kan han gjemme seg i trær aller noe." Can he leave? Just for a minute, he can hide in the trees or something.

That cut it. What were these guys, prejudiced against normal humans? "Hvorfor?" I demanded. "Han kan holde sine egne i en kamp, hvis det er ett." Why? He can hold his own in a fight, if there is one.

I knew Joseph was a bit of a pacifist, but I also knew he could kick major butt when needed. After all, dad had taught him.

"Jeg lover at han kan hjelpe når- hvis det er en kamp. Han trenger bare å være skjult for nå."
I promise he can help when- if there is a fight. He just needs to be hidden for now.

I opened my mouth to argue against this, but knew at this point it would be helpless. "Joseph," I said reluctantly, "You need to hide in the trees. Unless a fight breaks out, or I call for you, stay there." He didn't seem very happy about it, but went anyway.

"Jess what's going on?" Z asked.

"I don't know," I answered. "They-"

"Shhh," the black guy cut us off. "They're here."

In an instant, he had grabbed Liz, the Asain guy had grabbed Z, and the Norway idiot had grabbed me. We all struggled, using our dirtiest moves, but then Norway hissed in my ear, "Hold still, do you want this to work?"

Before I could say anything (probably rude) back, the clearing filled with white coats and Erasers, and we froze.

"Good, you found them," said one white coat. "Now we can really begin. You boys will be glad you did this."

"I don't really think they'll come willingly," said the Asian dude holding Z, which he was having trouble doing because, well, she's Z.

"Alright," said another white coat, "we have some sedative in the van, we can go get it."
The white coats laughed, and then all of them left.

They weren't even gone a second when an Eraser advanced towards me and Norway. We were, after all, the closest ones to them. He was fully human, but he had this awful wolfish gleam in his eyes, and his teeth seemed extra sharp and pointy.

"Nice catch, kid," he said to Norway, who kept his grip on me. "She's almost kinda cute, for a bird." Somehow all the other Erasers found this funny, and they each barked a laugh. I growled, continuing to struggle. I swear, if I get out of this, I'm going to kill this Eraser, right after I kill Norway. "Hey, hey, hey," said the Eraser, pulling out a switch blade, which was weird because he had freaking CLAWS. "You don't want to do that do you? Someone could get hurt."

"Yeah, you!" shouted Z behind me.

"You wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face," he said, ignoring Z and bringing the blade close to my face. "Not that there's much to ruin. You're all one color: brown. Your hair, your wings... but not your eyes." He turned the blade horizontal, perpendicular to my eyes so that the sharp part was facing me. I bit back a scream, and the Erasers laughed again. While they were laughing, Norway whispered in my ear.

"Get ready. On the count of three. One...two...THREE!" at three he let go, jumping back, and I jumped back with him, the knife biting the bridge of my nose. The Erasers morphed as Z and Liz were also released, and Joseph ran out of the woods. Everything blurred into a fight. Half of the Erasers took to the sky fighting against Z, Liz, and the two guys that had been holding them. The other half of the Erasers stayed on the ground against me, Joey, and ugh, Norway. I'd have to kick his butt later. I found the Eraser with the switchblade and let him have it. This was personal.

"Jess!" Z shouted from above me as I finished him off. I looked up. "Did Iggy ever teach you to make that bomb out of snow?"

"Yeah, throw me the stuff!" I knew she had been carrying around some things for this in case of an emergency, and this was that emergency. She tossed down the supplies I needed, and I began to work. In less than a minute, it was done, smaller than a basketball, easy to carry around. I heard a scream, and looked up again.

"Liz!" Z screamed. She was being held back by an Eraser and a Flyboy, and Liz was being attacked by another Eraser, screaming bloody murder. It was trying to pull her wing off! Not while I'm around! I jumped into the air with all my might, spreading my wings. I tackled the Eraser, catching Liz before she could fall. I could see her shoulder was bleeding, and her eyes were closed, but she was breathing. I tossed the bomb over to Z, who caught it and lit it using her newly found fire powers. She threw it into a whole group of them, taking them all out. A Flyboy came at me, trying to pull Liz out of my arms. He grabbed my wrist, but I pulled it back. His claws scratched three perfect rings around my wrist, and I hissed in pain through my teeth, kicking him back. I dived for another clearing, deeper in the woods. I tumbled to a landing, rolling a few times, turning the snow red from my wrist and Liz's shoulder. Z landed next to me as I gathered Liz up in my arms, standing over us protectively while I knelt in the snow. For just a second, it was quiet, almost peaceful. Then the crows, those stupid crows, attacked us. Something told me they'd been hatched at the School. I covered Liz and me with my wings as best I could, and Z covered all three of us, her wings spread on top of mine. The crows cawed and pecked at us, pulling out a few feathers in the process. We held on, hearing it all, when a new sound came into play. It was owls. Our owls. We heard the two groups of birds fighting, amazed at such a thing. Soon, all noise stopped, except to sound of crowing becoming increasingly distant. We carefully pulled our sore wings back and looked in the trees at all the owls. I had no idea there were this many. I stood up and handed Liz over to her sister, just as Joey and three unwanted boys ran into the clearing, out of breath.

"WHAT WAS THAT!" I seethed. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" I pointed over my shoulder at Z taking care of Liz.

"Look just let us explain-" started the Asian guy.

"No," I said. "You know what? Just leave! And NEVER come back!" I was now face to face with Norway.

"What if we don't want to?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I took a deep breath, glaring at him. I didn't say anything, I just swung at him. Before my fist hit his face, he caught it, and held on tight, looking at my wrist. I tried to pull away.

"What-Let me go!"

"No. would just hold still and let me help you?" He then licked his other thumb and rubbed it on my wrist. He kept doing that, and at first I just thought he was just cleaning off the blood, but by the time he stopped, my wrist was totally healed.

Norway had just pulled a Dylan.

Typing in Norwegian is HARD. No more of THAT anytime soon. No, I don't actually know it; I used the translator app on my iPod. So it's not 100% reliable. Yeah, I'm not so great at writing action scenes. Hope it was good enough for you. The three boys' descriptions, sorta: Asian guy has ravens wings, the black guy has seagull wings, and Norway has tan-ish wings, like wet sand. And, I have to leave, but I'll give you more tomorrow. See ya!