There was only room for two people to be completely stabilized safely on Theodore's back, and after experiencing and seeing the fear in her sisters eyes for those few minutes when it seemed like their journey was coming to an end, and also knowing that they wouldn't be able to last long on their feet, there was no way Brittany was going to risk her sisters having to go through that again and let their fatiguing bodies fall apart and be the cause of their death—not if she could prevent it—even if it meant possibly sacrificing herself... They were her sisters, after all…and when it came to their wellbeing, she could never be selfish.

Panting heavily as her chest began to compress with fear, Brittany soon began to hear other rustlings against some leaves nearby within the darkness…they were catching up to her. She really wished Theodore could've been a bit bigger… As she frantically looked around, trying to spot how close these Black Eyed Beings were, she found she couldn't see any tall shadows running beside her or nearby…but she could still hear them running alongside her. How close were they?

Focusing her gaze in front of her and weaving her way through the maze of trees and bushes, trying her beset to pick up some speed, Brittany's heart just about plummeted down to her stomach when she heard the first thrills of children's laughter sound off hauntingly. Their voices echoed throughout the trees, following her like she was inside a tunnel, bouncing off the invisible walls all around her.

With a pounding heart and an exhausted body, Brittany forced her burning legs to go faster. She was freaking out on the inside—she didn't know they could talk… And now that she's hearing them, she was beginning to wish they never could talk at all. At first, she thought it was creepy how they were all blank stares and no speech…but this, what she was hearing, was far worse…

Once the piercing sounds of giggles and jubilant shrieks faded away, Brittany soon could hear them whispering in a tone that was meant to keep a secret. She could hear them hissing sinister things…and soon, they stopped whispering, and began asking her to play with them.

"Where're you goin'?" what sounded like a young boy asked, somewhere from off to her side. When she looked, she couldn't seem to find anyone there.

"Shhh—we're playing hid-and-seek!" another whispered.

She swallowed, trying to hydrate her exhausted, aching throat—she's never run this much in her entire life!—her body wasn't used to this…

"…my mommy screamed when she saw me the other day…I don't see why she was so upset with the heart I had taken from Daddy to give to her, to show her how much I love her…"

Brittany choked on her tears as a frightened whimper tried to escape her lips.

A resonant shrill of a deafening shriek suddenly sounded off, making Brittany's heart jump. Loud crying quickly followed afterwards as a little girl's voice screeched: "Owie! This game isn't fun anymore! Aren't you going to come help me?"

Brittany didn't dare look back, out of fear of what she might see. And as she focused on trying to keep her scared whimpers locked within her chest, yet was failing miserably at it, Brittany's shaking, exhausted legs suddenly stumbled from beneath her as she stepped on uneven ground, and she fell to the black, muddy earth.

"Shhh…look, the star fell…" she heard a little boy say somewhere off in the distance.

Brittany moaned quietly as she tried to steady her breathing and absorb the pain quickly so she could get to her feet and start running again, but the moment she was able to push her trembling body up and come to a giddy stand, she realized it was oddly quiet. The only sounds she could hear was the soft wind brushing against a leaf or two. The children's voices had ceased.

As she scanned her surroundings, trying her best to keep her breathing down low, she finally spotted a small figure approaching her from behind a bulky, disassembled bush. Her heart began to beat intensely within her as the urge to run came over her, but her body remained frozen. It was like someone had poured cement down her throat until it filled her body up, and then that cement had somehow dried up within her, turning her into an inside-out statue.

When the small figure coming toward her was close enough to identify, Brittany quickly discovered that it was a small, young boy, clad in a dirty, pajama onesie. He had a blank face and was staring up at her with a hypnotized look. She could see his eyes were completely filled with a glossy black, and she knew she needed to start running, but her body still wouldn't budge. While he continued walking towards her, she heard a twig break from her right, and when her neck broke free from her frozen state, and her head whipped over to her right, she found a ghostly, pale, young girl , dressed as a flower girl, coming towards her. Glancing over to her left to see if there was another child coming from that direction as well, she found that there was indeed, another small young child—a boy, dressed in ripped overalls.

Absentmindedly, she began walking backwards and away from the eerie kids. Her hands felt wet with the freshly painted mud that had stuck to her, and her slightly loose shirt now clung tightly to her skin, having absorbed some of the moist dirt. Her face and stomach felt repugnantly colder in the areas the murky, gooey brown substance was clinging onto to her in a thick, grimy paste. She could smell the earth scent strongly in her nose, and if she wasn't scared out of her mind, she would've screeched and wiped off as much mud as she could.

As she walked backwards, he could hear the yucky sloshing noises her shoes made as they pressed and seeped deeply into the saturated mud; she found it was slightly hard to pull her shoes free from the mud's sucking hold after each step, and she hoped she wouldn't fall backwards because of it.

The three Black Eyed Beings before her, however, didn't seem to have any problems like she was having, and they each were taking impossibly silent steps towards her, like they were walking on air—Brittany couldn't help but hold a grudge against the mud for that—how come she was the one having all of the problems? She was the one who was in danger and in need for any kind of help. Why was the mud choosing to make her life that much harder?

Brittany quickly checked over her shoulder to make sure there wasn't one of those things creeping up from behind her, and just as she did so, her right shoe seemed to get stuck in the mud's sticky clutch and she lost her balance, falling backwards to her rear end. Frantically peering up at the three young children as they closed in on her, she scrambled back helplessly, unable to find her balance and get to a stand, due to the mud trying to glue her down. Eventually, Brittany felt her back collide with a rough tree trunk, and she wasn't able to push herself away from the children anymore.

Feeling the wet, coarse bark with her hands, in search of anything that could help her—a weapon or something—her hand finally scraped against something protruding out like a thorn, and she ripped it off. When she brought it before her, she found it was a flimsy piece of bark. Pursing her lips as her heart got stabbed with disappointment, she threw it at one of the children anyways, even though she was well aware of how pathetic that move was…but she was desperate. Plus who knows?—maybe it would somehow stab one of the children in the eye, cause some chaos or distraction for her to get away, and everything would be alright…

But as she watched the flimsy chunk of bark hit harmlessly against the young girl's shoulder, making it look like she had hardly been touched by a feather, Brittany's panicking body made her scramble to a stand and break out in a wobbly run, but she abruptly halted in her actions, for she found there was a Black Eyed Being slinking up to her in that direction…then she found another one…and another one… She was completely surrounded. There were so many black glass balls staring at her…so many blank faces…

Where did they all come from? How come she didn't notice this sooner?

Releasing a shaky breath, Brittany backed up against the trunk of the large tree again, covering her mouth as she broke down in frightened tears and sunk back down to the roots of the large tree. The first thought in her head was to call out to Alvin because she felt he would somehow hear her and come to her aid like he was Superman—she wanted to do that—however, she kept her voice down low and remained in her miserable state. She felt that calling out his name would only make these creatures that surrounded her more aware of where she was… She didn't want to substantiate her established existence to them. Doing that would make her feel like she has absolutely no chance of escaping…

As the Black Eyed Beings closed in on her, Brittany shrunk deeply into the tree, wishing it would suck her in and let her become a part of it. She shielded her breaking ice blue orbs and brought her knees in close as the tears painted her face—she couldn't handle watching them creep closer...and she didn't want to see them when they grabbed her… Her whole body began to convulse uncontrollably as she tried to keep her helpless whimpers to herself. Her stomach felt sick with anxiety as she waited for the unfamiliar hands to touch her…

It broke her heart that she would be leaving her sisters behind…she hoped they were safe. She didn't want to die...and it scared her that this would be it. She wasn't ready for any of this. Where was Alvin? Or Theodore? Or even Simon? Where were they? If only this could be a dream…one that she would gladly not remember and wake up feeling the fear she felt now, but not knowing the reason as to why…

And then she felt it— a burst of warmth flare over her entire body.

She heard it—the soft ignition, followed by an eruption of gentle flickering noises…

She could smell it…burning.

Slowly lifting her head, revealing her liquid-filled eyes from the protection of her dirty hands, Brittany blinked away the distortion she was seeing of the bright yellow and orange blobs, wrapping their many arms around large black silhouettes

She choked on the thickness that had built up within her throat when the scene before her became clear.

"Fire…" she murmured, clutching onto the tree behind her for support as she came to a steady stand. Her legs felt incredibly sore and were quivering—hopefully they were stable enough to hold her up. Glancing around at her surroundings, she had to close her eyes tightly for a moment to help her drying eyes feel relieved. When she reopened them, nothing had changed, and the blazing heat from the large fire felt more real than it did before.

It was everywhere. Fire was completely surrounding her…and the Black Eyed Beings seemed to all be...gone. It was like they magically just vanished into thin air…

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Brittany took one last scan of her surroundings, like her head was a monitoring security camera, before she hesitantly stepped away from the tree, and began sprinting in the open areas that the fire wasn't touching. Every now and then she had to stop running when it seemed like she had come to a dead end, but she always was quickly able to find a new pathway to follow. She began to cough a little, but she didn't think much of it.

All that was on her mind was the fact that she had to get out of this fire before it devoured her like it was doing to the still life surrounding her. All of the trees and plants around her were smoldering, darkening into black from the burns of the fire, feathering off bits of charcoaled ash.

As Brittany ran, she had to slow down as she fell into a coughing fit. Her sore throat stung with pain after each cough she had to choke out, and she was beginning to feel like she had a feather stuck in her throat. She could feel her head getting lighter, but she pushed herself to continue moving forward. She could feel she was beginning to perspire heavily, and she could feel the drying, cold muck on her body beginning to liquefy on her skin like it were melting peanut butter.

As a gross slime of sludge began to streak down Brittany's cheek and drip off her chin, something black suddenly fled before her blurring vision. Blinking her eyes clear and looking after the black silhouette running away, she soon found that there were several other black figures running away. It didn't take her long to realize that these black figures were the Black Eye Beings, and that they were running away from something…they were running away from someone.

Not too far away, off in the distance, there stood a figure, holding flames in his hands, commanding it to flare out at any Black Eyed Being that passed by. When the figure turned so Brittany could see a little bit of his side profile, her eyebrows came together and she contorted her face. Somewhere in her hazy mind, she knew she knew recognized who that was, but her attention got quickly pulled away from her sudden eruption of violent coughs before she got to place a name on the figure in her head.

Her breathing was now shallow, and her chest was beginning to hurt so badly to the point she collapsed down on her knees and heaved over, hugging her fisted hands tightly against her chest. She couldn't hear anything, other than the high-pitched ringing that seemed to be never-ending…

She felt like a giant elephant was lying down on her chest, compressing it tightly, making it tremendously painful and hard for her to breathe. She couldn't help but begin to softly cry at how much it hurt. It was unbearable, and she almost wished she could die right there, just to not have to feel anything….

It hurt…

She could barely handle it anymore…

As she stared down at the murky, brown floor beneath her, she began to see black spots clouding her vision. Squeezing her eyes shut, in hopes that the next time she opened her eyes they would be gone, she began to hear a voice inside her head, calling out her name.

Brittany…

It was faint…barely even there…

Brittany…

It sounded off much louder this second time…and it wasn't her voice she was hearing anymore…

"Brittany!" Simon's voice called out to her. She could feel a hand on her back—something she didn't notice or feel until now. "Are you okay?" he asked, causing her to grimace.

What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't "okay"! She could've sworn he was the type to be smart and observant, never having to ask any questions!—yet here he was, asking her when she was practically dying if she was "okay"? Brittany began to lift her head to give him a piece of her mind through her hoarse voice, if that was even possible for her to do—

But she quickly heaved back over and broke out into another nasty coughing fit. When she finished her sore episode of coughs, she was exhausted and gasping in small, short breaths, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her throat felt like a thousand needles were stabbing it on the inside.

She could feel liquid had come out when she coughed that time….it was dripping off her lips in thick drops. She brushed the tips of her fingers against the strange liquid that felt slightly sticky, and opening her eyes down to her hands, her short breaths began to come in and out faster, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

There, on her fingertips, was her silvery, white blood, glistening in the firelight…

As she continued to stare at her hands, she suddenly caught sight of the same silky fluid scattered on the dirt ground. Her he art began to pound faster in her chest as a feeling of panic washed over her. This wasn't a good thing…

"We have to get her out of here," a voice, other than Simon's, abruptly spoke up.

Upon hearing his voice, Brittany barely managed to lift her head with her weary neck to look up. On her right, she found Simon was kneeling beside her, and on her left, Alvin was standing there. She couldn't help but stare at him, remembering the image of the figure holding fire… Her curious eyes wandered down to his bare hands.

"Simon…" Alvin called out with a commanding, yet gentle voice.

Simon nodded his head, glancing over to Brittany with soothing, ocean blue eyes. "I'm going to be carrying you, if you don't mind," he mildly smiled, concern clearly written across his face.

Brittany nodded her head, allowing Simon to place her right arm around his shoulders before he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist and lifted her up, eventually lifting her legs off the ground with his other hand. Immediately once he had her up in his arms, Brittany's body began to relax and her eyelids overcame with a heavy need for sleep. She could feel her sore legs finally releasing the surging aches that constricted them from doing anything too vigorous, and her aching chest began to clear up a bit, like that giant elephant was slowly getting up and finding a new chest to crush, other than hers.

While she stared at the flickering flames across from her, listening to the calming crackling noises it made, she could hear Alvin and Simon exchanging a few mumbled words to each other, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. And as she closed her drowsy eyes and allowed her drained head to fall limp against Simon's shoulders, she could've sworn she felt something warm wipe the blood and mud off her face, and Alvin's voice whisper, "I'm sorry."

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It was very early in the morning when Brittany stirred in her sleep, jerking awake, feeling a startling emotion arouse within her. She felt surprised and her heart was beating fast…but, as usual, since she never seems to be able to remember the events that happen within her dreams anymore, and only remembers the emotions, she didn't understand why she felt this way.

Taking in a deep, lungful of oxygen, she turned over, lightly smiling at the smell of fresh air as she quickly forgot about her startled heart. It felt so relieving and nice to her nose, lungs, and mind. They felt clean and clear of the fire smoke, and she felt healthy—alive—like she wasn't on the verge of losing her life. Closing her eyes for just a moment, she reopened them, and sitting up in the comfy bed she was lying in, she took a quick look around at her surroundings. The dim blue lighting from the window to her left engulfed the quiet room in its subtle color, making the room appear duller with its simple, basic furniture one would find in a small bedroom.

She wasn't afraid since she knew the last two people she was with before she fell asleep was Alvin and Simon. Plus, this wasn't her first time waking up to an empty, unfamiliar room.

Sliding off the bed and onto the wooden floor, Brittany headed over to the window. Peering outside to the early morning sky, she found she was in some sort of village full of medieval houses. The square gray stones, which paved the grounds neatly, creating a large, wide road, were completely empty of life, and every house in sight appeared to be locked up tight. It was almost as if they were doing it on purpose, like they knew of the strange and dark things out there… Brittany pursed her lips as she reconsidered that last thought. Maybe they did…

She placed her hand on the window handle, ready to open it so she could lean over and get a better view of this old-looking village. Maybe there was something she couldn't see that would change her forming thoughts of this village—

"I would wait until sunrise to open that…" Simon's voice suddenly sounded off, causing Brittany to jump and quickly snap her hand back down to her side like it had been shocked by electricity. She took one large step away from the window, responding to his words like he had just told her touching the window would put her to an eternal sleep, much like touching the spinning wheel did to Sleeping Beauty.

"Sorry," Simon lightly chuckled, before he seriously asked, "How are you feeling?"

Brittany glanced over to where she heard his voice coming from, and found Simon leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Good…" she slowly responded, tempted to ask where Alvin was, but thought better of it and went with something else that was on her mind. "Where are we?" she asked, peering back out the window.

"Stoneforge," Simon simply answered. "A village known for its metallurgy and hand-crafted merchandises made of only the best material."

Brittany stepped closer to the window to get a closer look at the design of the house directly across the street. She's seen this kind of architecture in many movies she's watched. "Do magical beings live here or…?" she slightly trailed off, waiting for his answer to fill in the blanks.

"It's an ancient village, full of brilliant human beings who know of the magical world," Simon began to explain. "They've been able to surpass the problematic ages of mainly the Black Eyed Beings, but there are also several other creatures of darkness out there, by armoring themselves and preparing for anything else that may come to disturb their village."

Brittany lifted her eyebrows, glancing over to where Simon still stood, leaning against the doorframe.

"Of course," he added, just as she turned her gaze back out the window, "these humans have had the help of a few supernatural beings in disguise as a human, who still exist today—they're the ones who typically own the merchandise stores and blacksmith forges—which we'll be visiting today, once your sisters are awake."

Brittany slowly nodded her head, when something he had mentioned fluttered across her mind, giving her time to stop and think about it. "Wait…Black Eyed Beings?" she questioned with slight confusion, looking back over to Simon, only to find he had moved and was now standing right beside her. She quietly gasped and took an alarmed step aside, trying her best to cover up her sudden surprise of his existence beside her when he glanced over at her.

"Yes, Black Eyed Beings. They normally wander the streets aimlessly at night in this village, although…" He leaned closer to the window, readjusting his glasses as he did so. "I don't think you can really see any out there right now… Hm….yeah….you—you can't see one right now. Although, I can sense one of their presence nearby…probably standing outside the backdoor…" he shrugged.

Brittany looked over at him with wide eyes. "Backdoor? Like, this house's backdoor?" she nervously asked. There better be the mother load of locks and barricades on that door…

Simon simply nodded his head, keeping his gaze on the world just outside the window.

"Okay…" Brittany clenched her teeth, slowly bringing her gaze back to the house across the street from them. "Wait, so," she stole a quick glance over in Simon's direction, "I thought you guys said that normally supernatural creatures avoid humans…?"

"Yes," he slowly dragged out. "Except, that's not exactly a law or anything. It's just a general rule most of us follow by," Simon informed. "There are several creatures out there that feel like they can't survive without having humans in their lives…"

"Uh…huh…" Brittany twisted her face, frowning as she looked to the ground. After a while, she abruptly looked over at him and asked: "Are my sisters okay?"

He looked over at her and nodded his head. "Yes, they're sound asleep. Theodore brought them here safely," he lightly grinned. "They were really worried about you, you know," he added, crossing his arms. "You should've seen their faces when I carried you in... Theodore said they were restless and at unease the whole time they waited for us to return—they sapped him out a bit," he chuckled, rubbing his left shoulder in a massaging manner as he brought his gaze back to the window.

Brittany allowed a small smile to grace her lips before it quickly slipped off and fell over the edges, dragging the corners of her mouth back down, as she began to remember he was the one who had to carry her all the way to this place. She wondered if his arms or shoulders were sore from having to carry her…

"And the fire…" she began, bringing her gaze up to the tall boy.

Simon didn't look at her. He just continued to concentrate his ocean blue stare out the window, seemingly lost in his sea of thoughts.

When it seemed like he wasn't going to respond anytime soon, Brittany sighed, "You know, you boys never really explained to me or my sisters about who, or I guess what, you guys are…"

"Your sisters know," Simon abruptly stated. "They pressured it out of Theodore…" He seemed to grimace slightly at this.

But Brittany didn't pay too much to his darkened mood—her mind was too caught up with the fact that her sisters knew something she equally had the right to know, yet he seemed like he didn't have any plans to tell her. How come he didn't want to tell her? Was it that bad? Was she not mature enough or something? Because whatever his excuse was for not wanting to tell her, she was quite certain it was a bunch of bull, and she was ready to shoot down any lame defenses he had that flew out of his mouth like flustered birds trying to escape.

"They really beat it out of him," he grumbled. "Mentally, of course…"

"Well, what did you expect?!" Brittany failed her arms up. "Did you really think we weren't ever going to ask? Because buddy, you would be so wrong that even Einstein would feel the need to figure out a way to somehow fold up the universe, like it were made of paper, and use it like a bat to whack some freaking sense into your brain!" she furiously fumed, pointing viciously at her head with both pointer fingers to add more emphasis.

Simon remained quiet for a moment, until he suddenly spoke with such gentleness: "Einstein's a scientist, right? He's considered one of the greatest geniuses, I presume, from what I've learned…along with another man by the name of Isaac Newton… Considering the things I've come to know about these fairly remarkable men among the human species, then I'd have to say what you said is quite an insult on my part…am I correct?"

Brittany gave him a skeptical, bewildered look as realization dawned on her. That's right…famous icons she's learned about from human history aren't ones that anyone a part of the magical world would typically know about… Beings a part of the magical dimension probably had no clue about who the heck people like Albert Einstein even was… The fact that Simon even knew some human history said a lot about him.

Brittany sighed and dropped her gaze, not knowing whether or not she really wanted to admit to what he had concluded about the words she had said to him and apologize. As much as she hated it, she actually felt a little bad about the way she had talked to him. If he was a regular human being, who she would most definitely classify as a nerd, it would definitely be quite a rude remark to him, and probably cause a few dents to his self-esteem…

Simon suddenly exhaled deeply, folding his arms across his chest as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly to be thinking things through.

"Alright, follow me," he reluctantly said, apparently having already come to a conclusion of some sort. Waving for Brittany to follow after him, he walked out of the room and down a hallway with several closed doors, which Brittany assumed her sisters were probably behind, sound asleep. "I apologize about how this may seem to you," Simon began, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not that we didn't plan on ever telling you, for at some point, it would be important that you and your sisters know about who we are and what we're capable of doing," he honestly said, leading her down a flight of brown, glossy steps, and over to an area that had a soft, warm glow to it.

"It's just…" he cautiously began, seemingly to be trying to choose the right words to say. "You'll come to find that not everyone likes us..."

Hearing that made Brittany contort her face and pause in the entrance to what appeared to be the dining area. Off to her right, on a rectangular dinner table, was the same red leather folder, stuffed full of paper like it were an overloaded hamburger, Brittany had seen Simon scribbling some notes down on. Beside the stuffed red folder was his black dragon pen, along with an oil lamp that illuminated the room in its soft honey glow.

"Some think we're incredibly dangerous," Simon continued, going over to where his belongings were, and gathering the scattered parchment paper he had written on and setting them neatly aside, he offered Brittany the seat beside his, which she obligingly came over and took.

"They think that we're a ticking time bomb, ready to explode—that we're dangerous and shouldn't be out and about, doing our job," he went on, settling down in his original seat. "And just in case that you or your sisters may have learned about who we are in some way or another, and may have already formed a biased opinion that wouldn't shine the brightest light on us, we didn't want to quite tell you girls until we thought you were ready. You see, we didn't want you girls to think negatively of us form the very start and be constantly fighting against us, because we're not villains."

As Brittany consumed this information into her mind like it were a sponge soaking up water, she couldn't help but blurt out, "But you guys have already done so much for us from the very beginning… How would we think badly of you after all that you've done?"

"That's the thing," Simon dryly scoffed, smirking sarcastically. "We're not the bad guys, but we're also not the hero. We just do what we're meant to do…and it may not seem morally right to you all the time, but it's what needs to be done, and sometimes you won't always understand why we do certain things… Some of the things we have control over and don't have control over may cause you to fear us…maybe even hate us. But it's all in how you perceive things. It's a choice you make, whether you choose to like us or not…"

Brittany bit her lower lip, practically drinking in his words. She was so eager to just hear him say it already. She wanted to know, she wanted to understand them a little more. She still had no idea who the heck they were as an individual, rather than the brothers that have been keeping her and her sisters alive and safe from creepy creatures and the dangers there were after them, chasing them like an oncoming hurricane.

"Okay," Brittany calmly said, trying to keep a leash around her patience and curiosity like they were two wild dogs, trying to chase after a squirrel. "So…?"

Simon opened his mouth, but clamped it shut instantly, pursing his lips into a thin line as his ocean blue eyes wandered up to something. Cocking her head a little, Brittany turned her head to see what he had gotten so distracted by, only to feel her heart skip a beat when her ice blue eyes clashed with a familiar pair of sky blue eyes. There, standing in the entrance to the dining room, was Alvin and Theodore. She was wondering where Alvin was…

"Were you able to fix it?" she heard Simon gently ask from behind her.

Alvin heaved out a sigh. Glancing to his green-eyed brother beside him, he nodded his head.

"It's back to its former condition," Theodore grinned.

Brittany exchanged her glances between all three of the brothers, and already knowing they wouldn't elaborate to her what they were talking about unless she asked, she heaved out a sigh and quickly decided to not even bother to wait for an explanation that would never come. "Fix what?" she reluctantly asked, her wandering eyes landing on Alvin.

But Alvin didn't answer, or he didn't hear, apparently, because he simply marched over to the seat across from her, and sitting down, folding his arms across his chest, staring her directly in the eyes, making her feel like he had the ability to see deeply within her soul, he got straight to the point and completely turned the tables with his next few words.

"We're correctly called Guardians of Eirene…but not everyone is educated with that name. So, you'll more commonly hear others call us Keepers of Peace…"

Aha...aha...aha...the next chapter will explain their roles a little more properly. But I told you what they are! Hooray for that! You can probably make a good guess on what their job is, though...maybe not so much their specific roles...but you know the general idea of it.

Anyways, thanks so much for reading!
And thank you so very much for the reviews! Know you're all precious and sweet and loved!

I feel like it's been forever since I updated. I really hoped I would get this updated sooner, like Friday, at least, but...that clearly didn't happen because I was struggling to edit this. :P
Ooo - wanna hear something so sad on my part that happened last night by the way? I left my car keys in the ignition, and locked myself out. Uh-huh. That's the highlight of my week, other than the fact that I updated this.
I had to call the police department and have them send over some cops to pry the window open. They were really actually super nice and sweet. I wanted to hug them both.

Haha, anyways, expect my update sooner than how long it took me to update this. I can't guarantee a specific date since I've got a lot of homework...but I might just procrastinate it for this. It always happens anyways...it's bad. ;D