So, another day another chapter. I am sitting here with a small glass bottle of coke that was in my freezer for the last two days, cuz everything tastes better in a glass bottle, eating a slice of watermelon cut by my sister, writing to you guys and listening to All I Ever Wanted by Kelly Clarkson. :) What else is there to life?

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Back in Heatherfield:

"I can't believe we couldn't find anything in the alley," Will said, holding her hands in her pockets. "You'd think something as magical as a massive boyfriend-stealing ray of light would leave some kind of clue to its source."

"How do we know it's even magical?" Hay Lin asked, her eyes suddenly filling with fear. "What if it was aliens that kidnapped them!"

Irma put a hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Hay Lin, the magical people we deal with are aliens. They're from different worlds."

"I don't mean like that," she replied. "They're aliens, but they're also… more like interdimensional beings, like in Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull. I mean real live aliens with green skin and huge eyes and probes and sucker fingers itching to test the boys… we're gotta save 'em!"

"I don't think they're aliens," Cornelia spoke up, "but Hay Lin has a point. What if it's not magic, but Earth science? It could've been Sylla."

Taranee frowned. "I don't know. Sylla's a creep, but I don't think he'd do something this flashy this soon. He seems to be stuck on recon for now."

"Would you mind explaining what exactly you're talking about?" Mr. Olsen asked, dodging a pedestrian walking by the group. "Who's Sylla?"

Will sighed and stopped, letting the older man catch up. The number of people crowd had peaked and it was getting increasingly hard for Mr. Olsen to get around without causing a panic. "Sylla's our computer professor at school. He's been keeping a close eye on us and Matt—way too close for our liking."

Mr. Olsen shrugged. "He's concerned about you six. Didn't you say that your normal lives are affected a little by your magic lives?"

Cornelia nodded. "Yeah, but most adults just attribute that to normal teenage carelessness. Sylla's way too 'concerned' to just be thinking we're normal kids."

"How would you know?"

Taranee met the man's eyes. "I read his mind and Will talked to his computer." Mr. Olsen's eyebrows rose. "It's magic, Mr. Olsen. That means everything's possible."

"Including slugs the size of Volkswagen buses that eat humans and sand pits that can rise off the ground and attack people," Irma added with a grin.

"Anyway, we found out he's been doing background checks on all of us, cross-checking with strange events we… may or may not have had a hand in," Will said, blushing a bit. "The police report on our friend Elyon's disappearance was the biggest and first thing he found."

Almost afraid to ask, he managed to get it out. "What happened to Elyon?"

"She got kidnapped by her jerky older brother, booted him off the throne, and is now the Queen of Meridian," Will explained.

"Oh."

You're like my favorite song on the radio radio radio I could listen to you all day! You're like a music video video vi-vi-video, I could look at you all day!

Moving astonishingly quickly, Cornelia swung her bag from across her shoulder and dug into it, pulling out the bright pink Razr she owned. She flipped it open without glancing at the number and put it to her ear.

"Hello?" Cornelia frowned at the voice on the other side. "Napoleon, slow down. I can't hear you around that stupid Manhattan accent of yours… Brooklyn, whatever. It's still New York. What's wrong?"

The girls traded nervous looks as Cornelia's eyebrows met. "Wanna be more specific? Napoleon? You there?"

The earth Guardian closed her phone and met the other girls' gazes seriously. "What's wrong?" Will asked hesitantly. If Napoleon had called, that meant something had happened with the Heart of Earth—and that meant Matt.

"He said it was an emergency," she explained, "and to get over to my place quick. There was a dialtone after I asked what exactly."

"You think it has anything to do with Matt and the boys?" Hay Lin wondered, eyes full of worry.

Will stepped forward, valiantly holding back the unshed tears in her eyes. If Matt was in trouble, she'd have to stay strong until she had him back. There would not be a repeat of the Shagon Saga anytime in this life, not if she could help it.

"Let's go find out."

"Napoleon! Where are you, Napoleon?"

Gotta run, gotta run, gotta hide, gotta….

"There you are!" The closet door opened, showering bright light into the tiny closet and revealing a small silhouette of a young girl with short hair; possibly the scariest thing the familiar had seen in his life.

Crud!

"Come here Napoleon, it's time to play fairy dress up!" The black cat yowled and tried to run, dashing through his mistress's legs and across the room, hiding under the small bed. "Napoleon!"

The cat backed as far away from the edges of the bed as he could. A dark shadow appeared on the floor in front of him, shaped vaguely like that same little girl… but without a foot attached to it.

"C'mon, Napoleon! I just wanna play!" Napoleon shrank back, hoping to stay out of the girl's way, when the bottom of the bed above him began shaking.

The cat looked up, shock clearly displaying on his face, as the heavy piece of furniture was lifted effortlessly into the air five feet above his head.

"There you are!"

Napoleon swallowed and looked to the other end of the room, already wincing in preparation for what would happen.

Little Lillian Hale, younger sister to Cornelia Hale, Earth Guardian, and unknowing Heart of Earth, floated, upside down, three feet above the floor, her short blonde hair falling towards the ground, still affected by the gravity that had given up on holding the girl herself.

Napoleon wasn't sure how or why, but somehow the magic inside each of the Regents and the residue inside Lillian herself had changed, and drastically at that. No longer was Lillian a completely non-magical little girl living through her childhood, but in some way, some amount of her power had been returned to her and, in the hands of such a young girl, they were gong haywire.

Different pieces of furniture and various toys bounced around the ceiling above the girl, joined by play make-up and the small dresses that she'd taken from her stuffed animals and was determined to place on her living, breathing feline.

Never in his life had Napoleon been so unsure of the situation, so nervous of what was going to come next, and so afraid of the very, very near future. Even with all the knowledge he held as a familiar, he had absolutely no clue what had happened just a few moments ago, and just how Lillian had received enough magical prowess to make her entire room seem like Tinker Bell had broken in and gone mad on everything in sight.

It was amazing how throwing him off on one thing could change his entire view on everything else. Though he often seemed like a leader to the Regents, at least in his mind, he didn't want to make any decisions after this point without the consent of the other two.

Not to mention Cornelia would skin him alive and make a pair of winter boots out of him if he revealed his position as her familiar without her there.

Not that he was afraid of her.

"There you are!" Lillian gushed, a massive grin on her face as she righted herself in midair. "I hope you're ready Napoleon, cuz Mommy got me a brand new dress yesterday and I have to see how it looks!"

Her little sister, on the other hand…

Napoleon swallowed once more as invisible hands forcibly lifted him into the air and shoved a bright pinky, extremely sparkly ballerina dress (complete with tutu and tiny shoes).

God I hope Cornelia will be here soon.

Hope you liked my weak attempt at humor! ':) Well, The Demon's Reflection warned me that I may have been making continuity errors, so if you've noticed any, please tell me in a review! I'll do my best to fix it up.

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