Justin woke up, very, very slowly, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen. Looking around, he saw only his mother, father, and Max. I guess she must still be sleeping. So he sat at the counter and began to eat some cereal.

Minutes passed and Alex still wasn't there. Excusing himself, he went upstairs. Coming to door, he was hesitant to even knock. Yesterday, he had said he didn't love her and then he was more worried about her thank a brother should have been. Very slowly - a snail would've been faster - he knocked. Pressing up against it, he listened for any sign that his sister was waking up. "Alex? Are you awake? Alex?" He called. No sound came from within. Weird, Alex usually isn't a heavy sleeper. Slowly, he opened the door. "Sis, it's time to -" Justin stopped himself short. "MOM! DAD!" He turned on his heels and ran down the stairs. "Alex isn't in her room."

Theresea and Jerry looked at each other in concern. Theresea put down her towel and walked to her edlest. "Justin, I know you and Alex were close and I know how you feel, what with it being close to the anniversary and all, but -"

"Anniversary? What anniversary?" Justin was wary. "What are you talking about?"

"Alex's anniversary?" His father replied, joining his wife.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Jerry sighed. "Alex's death, Justin. The anniversary of Alex's death."

"WHAT?!"

Theresea pulled her son to the counter. "Justin, we have this conversation every year. You have to accept it already."

"I don't...rememeber." This can't be happening.

"Five years ago, Alex fell off the terrance." Jerry explained.

Justin eyes widened, his jaw hitting the floor. "You've got to be kidding! 3 and a half weeks ago, she wished for me to not exist! She couldn't have died 5 years ago." He screamed. Theresea tried to put her arms around him, but he pushed her away. Giving them a glance, he ran out of the room.

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Justin sat at Table Five, Alex's photo album in front of him. He just couldn't believe it. All those pages he knew had once been filled with pictures wer ebarren white. There was nothing of her past 6th grade. Even when he searched his own memory, the images were fuzy. This can't be happening. We kissed two days ago. I kissed her yesterday. She can't dead.

"Earth to Planet Justin." Broke through a voice. Justin looked up and smiled, seeing the face of Alex.

But the image daded away and he saw Live. This depleated his smile. "Hey Live."

Live gave a small scoff. "Okay, not the response I was looking for." When Justin wouldn't look up from the album, Live looked down. "Oh, that time of the year?"

"I just can't-"

JUSTIN!

"Alex?"

"No, my name is Live." Justin looked down at the table, eyes wide. Live pointed her thumb to the door over her shoulder. "Hey, you wanna get outta here?"

Justin looked up, breath suddenly heavy. "Umm..."

JUSTIN!

"Would you excuse me for a moment." Justin said, laughing nervously. He streaked to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

Justin, please answer me.

Alex? "Alex?"

JUSTIN! I can hear you! Andra was right!

"Alex, where are you?"

Huh? Justin, I can only hear you if you think.

-Oh, Now?

PERFECT!

-Alex, what's going on? Mom and Dad just told me you died. 5 years ago. I can barely remember you!

It's Live! SHE'S A WARLOCK! If you don't believe me just...go around her. Andra said you got this power. Enquethy or something.

-Empathy - the ability to feel other's emotions.

Yeah, that.

-Alex...

Just trust me, okay?

Justin sighed, looking in the mirror of the bathroom. His little sister he thought he could see staring back at him was hazey. He nodded and walked out. Suddenly, Live was surrounded by books. He took a breath and walked to the table.

"Oh, hey, you're back. Could you help me with school's homework?"

"Wait, I missed school?" Live nodded. "This thing is hitting me harder than I thought." Justin sat down.

"Anyway, we're reading this thing in LIT. and right now, I'm blind. What does this say?" She flipped a book around and pushed it towards him.

Without question, Justin took the book and looked at the title. "I - " Looking up, he noticed a red choker ornamented Live's neck, a golden star resting in the center. "Where'd you get that?"

"Huh? Oh this?" Live patted the item. "My mom bought it for me yesterday."

A pulsing set off in the back of his head. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are. I know it." Justin's eyes widened. I felt it. "Alex was right." He muttered.

"What?" Live raised an eyebrow.

"Alex isn't dead. You cast a spell on everybody to think Alex has been dead for 5 years. You kow exactly where she is."

Live smiled. A smile that wasn't like any of the others he'd seen on her. An evil smile. "I guess you Russos are smart." With another smirking word, she vanished in smoke.

Justin groaned, slouching down into the seat. He stared at the still open album. I'll get you back.

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Justin sat in the lair, going through any book he could get his hands on for any hint on how to get his siter back. But in all research, the same results were found. Live conquered and lived without a scratch or a battle in her wake. Any searching spell was terminated with no result. Wherever she was, Alex was hidden well. This is not helping! I'm never going to find her if I don't get some answers! Justin shoved the stack of books aside, head in his hands.

Yet something caught his eyes.

Guides are the magical version of a human's conscious. They are like that of a gypsy's spirit companion in the fact that they will advise their 'host' to whatever it is that will result in a better life. They appear normally around age ten, when the full powers are settling, or they could appear later during a crisis.

Aside from any improvision spell, there are two spells pertaining to Guides.

Summoning - 'Host's name' Ainilaletsin

Settling - 'Host's name' Nistelalinia

Justin smiled broad. THANK YOU! Alexandra Ainilaletsin.

Baby blue smoke rose from the spin, revealing the being from before he knew as Andra. Except, her harem outfit was scorched in one too many places. Her skin was marred by dried blood. Blond hair was pulled and pushed in places. "Andra, what happened to you?"

The Guide looked at him with tired eyes. "Justin...it's not what happened to me. It's what Live's done to Alex. She's been...burning her...cutting...all since last night." Andra limped to the couch, thankfully resting. Justin rushed to her side. "I don't know where she is. But...I can take you there." Justin wanted to laugh. Andra spoke the words he wanted to ask. Andra blindly reached for Justin's shoulder. Alexandra Nistelalinia