Oh god. You guys must hate me for not updating! Well, here's a new chapter! Also, the song featured is 'Real Gone' by Sheryl Crow. And if you don't notice in the episode where Gingka and Chris battle, the blonde is wearing Western Style- or as I like to call it- West Southern clothes. So don't you DARE start calling me out on that! Anyways, read and review!


Crissie was outside, staring up at the dark sky, watching the red and purple and white lightning flash across the sky, the storms above us very much like the ones in her black eyes.

"We have all four Season Bladers, but without the strategist, we're without luck." Crissie spoke as I walked up beside her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Aguma's the one that tells the Legendary Bladers to attack and how." Crissie answered.

I sighed; She had a point.

Silence overcame us for several minutes, before Crissie started singing softly.

"I'm American made, budlight, Chevrolet, my mamma taught me wrong from right."

I couldn't resist. I began singing too, a small smile coming over my face.

"I was born in the South, sometimes I have a big mouth. When I see something I don't like-"

Crissie joined in, "I gotta say it."

I chuckled, "Still haven't lost it, have you sis?"

"Well, neither have you." Crissie smirked, turning to face me head on.

"Good point." I shrugged, shoving my hands into my vest's pockets.

"Come on, we should get back inside." Crissie turned in the direction of temple we were all bunking under, when a sudden blast of sand caused her to shriek and stumble back.

"Crissie!" I exclaimed, catching her by the shoulders before she fell.

"Quick! Back- to- back!" Crissie snapped, and we both snapped into action, our gear out.

"Ears open, eyes sharp." I muttered.

"I know." Crissie murmured back.

Several tense moments passed. I was just starting to relax when sand blew up all around us. I coughed, fanning my face and covering my nose and mouth, dropping my Orion and launcher on the ground. Almost instantly, hands grabbed at me, pulling me away from Crissie.

"Christina!" I half coughed, half yelled, "Run!"

"Chris? CHRIS?!" I heard my sister shout, though it was distant.

Then, something hit me over the head and blackness surrounded me.