Chapter 19 ~ Reflections and Mystic Whispers

Chapter 19 ~ Only Time

As all the mist cleared from the room, Kari, Duncan and Hitomi saw Folken on the floor, his ivory wings covering the wounded girl. In the silence, Duncan, Kari and Hitomi approached the two. Kari was the first one to get there. She stood looking down at her brother, as he was holding Ghanima in his arms, and just looking at her still face. She put her hand on his shoulder, and gave it a squeeze. Folken looked up, his face clouded and congested with pain.

"Is she dead?" Kari asked quietly.

Folken didn't answer. He pulled his wings in, and stood up, the motionless girl still in his arms. "No, there's still a faint pulse, but I doubt she'll be alive for long. I think she has internal bleeding." Folken whispered hoarsely.

"Come on, your father will be here soon. We'll get her to an apothecary immediately after." Hitomi said, getting closer to her son, and trying to wipe away the locks of sandy hair clouding his face. Folken didn't let her. He jerked his head sideways and stood up, cradling Ghanima in his arms.

"Mom, I'm so glad you're safe!" Kari exclaimed as she hugged her mother tightly.

"Yeah, I can't believe it's over. I feel as though I've aged twenty years. This was the worst month of my life!" Hitomi agreed, and hugged her daughter back.

"Mom, are you ok? Can you withstand the climb down the mountain?" Folken asked, for the first time addressing his mother.

"I'll be fine. Let's get a move on." She said, and looked at him worriedly.

Folken faked a half smile. "Very well, then you guys can follow the path back. Our horses are beyond the chasm. Kari, do you think you could stand two trips over the chasm, with mom, and then Duncan?" Folken asked Kari.

"I'll be ok, where are you going?" she asked him.

"I don't think Ghani's body can stand all the movement going down the mountain requires. I'm going to fly her to the base of Parnassus. If father's coming this way, I do hope he brought the apothecary." Folken said and turned around, and walked out of the cave, with Ghanima in his arms.

"It's a wonder she survived. It must have been the last of her magic protecting her from Lucilla's evil." Duncan said.

"Who exactly is this Ghanima?" Hitomi asked. She very well saw that the girl was special to Folken. The look of pain on his face when he looked at her told her that. But how in the world did the two of them met? And how did her magic fit into everything? Hitomi was aware that if it weren't for Ghanima none of them would have walked out of the cave alive. She was the one that broke Lucilla's spells, protected Folken and Duncan from Lucilla's wrath, and ultimately gave her life to save Folken. But who was the mysterious red-head and how did she fit in her son's life?

"Ghanima is the last of the Hermits. She probably posses the most magic in all of Gaea, but it proves that not even that could stand in the way of Lucilla. When Lucilla died, she vowed that one of us is going to follow her in the Underworld. Since Folken was the one that killed her, she decided to aim the last of her powers at him and destroy him. Ghanima somehow transported herself in Folken's place, pushed him out of the way, and took the impact." Kari explained.

"She's a very strong sorceress of white magic user. She shattered some of Lucilla's spells. Too bad she had to pay with her life for us to live." Duncan said sadly. In the short while he had known Ghanima, he had come to like her as a friend. And her sacrifice for Folken made him respect her even more. However, he guessed there was more to Ghanima's twisted tale. Much more.

"Then by-god we must hurry. That girl will not die at so young an age. Not if I have anything to do about it. Too bad I don't have my pendant. I could probably heal her." Hitomi said.

"What about the new pendant?" Kari asked point at the pendant hanging from her neck.

"I am not sure it would work. I am still confused as to its origin. Before we use it, we must know the consequences." Hitomi said, and looked at her daughter warmly. She then chuckled inwardly, as she thought back to her youth, when she wouldn't stop to think of the consequences. Hitomi knew that if she had the mind of her fifteen-year old self, she would not hesitate to use the new pendant. However, she was not her fifteen-year old self, and she knew better.

"Let's get moving. Folken wouldn't like it if we were late." Kari said, and together they proceeded out of the cave.

~~~~

In Fanelia, the raven haired king woke up from his slumber. He stood up, and shook his head, trying to make a sense of all the emotions floating around. He had been gently breaking away from Lucilla's power for a while, and all of a sudden, her hold on his mind stopped. He could feel Hitomi's life force more alive and vibrant than ever. He could also feel his daughter's unique flame of life. Ever since she had joined him in his mind, Van had a special "awareness" of his daughter's well being. He could sense they were all safe. However, Van could not sense his son's presence. Did that mean that Folken was dead?" No, it couldn't be. Something was hiding Folken from Van's limited powers.

"Hitomi, are you there?" he asked mentally. During the course of the horrible month, their long-forgotten link had strengthened to full force.

"Yeah, Van! You're safe! Oh, I'm so glad!" Hitomi burst in his mind, a shining multi- coloured flower.

"Yeah, how's everything on your end?" he asked. A pang of pain hit Van full blast. His heart shrunk, as he perceived immense sadness on Hitomi's end.

"We're alright. However Ghanima was mortally injured. Van, we have to help her, or else she's going to die. It's so not fair, she was the one that saved us from Lucilla, and now she must suffer the price. The girl sacrificed herself for Folken. It's a long story. Can you send an apothecary here as soon as possible?" Hitomi asked.

"Sure." Van said, and dashed out the door. Soon after he realised, he knew nothing of a Ghanima. "What an odd name…" he thought as he walked out of the infirmary.

~~~~

Allen was sitting on the throne of Fanelia, and daydreaming out the window. It had been almost a month since he had become provisory ruler of Fanelia. It was a dreadful job, and he was happy to be soon be rid of it. That, and the fact that the small red headed woman wouldn't leave his thoughts. As he watched the cool summer rain wash against the window, Allen Schezar closed his eyes, and just took in the breathtaking sound. Yukari Sempai had been haunting his dreams for the past month, often keeping him awake for hours at a time. Ever since the incident in the garden, he had not spent a single moment alone with her. It was useless. All she saw in him was her deceased husband. "And maybe it's for the best…" Allen thought silently. However, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Allen walked to the window, and opened it widely, letting the crisp air race into the room. He filled his lungs with the scent of warm summer rain. It was that smell. Her smell. Allen thought back to the small red headed woman in his youth. While he was still a reckless untrained boy, he had encountered the one woman he had truly cared about. She had been a small woman, much like Yukari, with the same fiery temper. Only a year younger than him, she had once nursed his wounds, and had watched him through a bad case of the fevers. Allen had been wounded by a rockslide, while saving a young boy from the falling debris. She had been the face he had woken up to. Her kind and gentle smile, the fullness of her red lips, and the perfect oval of her face had made Allen think he was in heaven. She had greeted him simply, and cared for him with lots of patience. Allen had stayed in the hospital about three weeks, and during those weeks, she would sit by his bedside, and tell him stories of her village for hours. It seemed that she could never stop talking about her far-away country –which she dearly missed. Allen soon found out she was an orphan, much like himself. Her birthfather died in a small civil outbreak, and her mother had married a merchant from another country, forcing her to move to Asturia. Once her mother had died, the merchant tried to force himself upon her, and she had soon fled. "Ly…" Allen muttered and he walked away from the window. He sat back in the throne, contemplating the closed doors. "How did Van get used to this?" Allen asked himself. He knew that the Fanelian council members were outside of the doors, waiting for him to come out. "Well, let them wait." Allen thought. He sunk back into the memory of Ly. It now struck him as odd that she never told him where she was originally from. But it didn't matter. She was long dead. After Allen had recovered, he went back to Palas Asturia, and met Princess Marlene. She had charmed him and Ly was forgotten, easily traded for the expensive airs of the princess. There had been a time when Allen went back to the small village, but he hadn't encountered Ly. That had been after a horrendous fight with Marlene. He had sat in the field where he had kissed Ly, for hours trying to make heads of tails of his emotions. It was then when he realised that he genuinely cared about the woman who had treated him with such love. Yes, all this time, Allen had been in love with Ly. Princess Marlene held no power over him, and it was Allen's fondest wish to see Ly again that had brought him there. Allen remembered the feeling that went through him when he made the discovery. On the wings of wind, he dashed to her hut, only to find it empty. When he asked around in the village, he found out that the village had suffered an epidemic a few months before, and soon after Ly disappeared. Some guessed she had been previously infected, and once everyone was safe she went away to die on her own. They had found a body in the forest, but the rotting process had made it unidentifiable. They guessed it was Ly since it was her approximate built. A sharp cry escaped Allen's throat as he recalled back the disturbing events of his past. After visiting the graveyard, and seeing with his own eyes the grave of his beloved, he went back to Marlene. He lied himself into saying he loved the princess, and everything led to something, until Marlene got married, and things got out of hand. It was then that Allen left. No woman had managed to stir any sort of emotion in his heart ever again. Until Hitomi. And even then, his "love" had been a sort of brotherly love. And suddenly, there was Yukari. Her resemblance to Ly had kept him up for nights in a row. Allen allowed a single tear to fall down his cheek. That's when the throne-room doors came open, and a bunch of hushed whispers came from outside. Allen stood up, to see the rightful monarch of Fanelia step in.

"Good morning Allen, are you sitting well in my chair?" Van asked, with a slight smile on his face.

"Van! What happened? How come you're awake!" Allen asked, his senses still not recovering from the surprise of being face to face with Van.

"Yes, Lucilla is gone. My children have prevailed. Gaea is safe once again. I do however need to get to Parnassus Mountain on the double. Prepare a few people to come with me, and please get the apothecary on the double to the stables." Van said, and turned around, to walk out of the room.

"Van, wait, do you want me to come with you?" Allen asked.

"No, I need you to stay here. We'll be back in due time." Van told him and left.

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It was noon when Folken managed to get Ghanima to the base of Parnassus Mountain. He slowly landed on a patch of soft moss, and lay Ghanima down lovingly. He had flown slow, making sure that there was the least possible turbulence for the girl. "We're here." He whispered into her ear. There was no response from Ghanima, as Folken knew there would not be, but the mere sight of her like that broke his heart. This was not the Ghanima he knew. She was a fiery dragon that fought for every inch of freedom; for every inch of life. She didn't know how to give up. That word made no part of her vocabulary. Until now, Folken had viewed her as a strong-willed idealistic woman, but now he saw the frailness of her heart. In a desperate attempt to save him, Ghanima had exposed herself to death. Only to save him. Folken felt the tears burn under his eyelids, as he thought of her. She was so frail, and in need of so much protection. She was a princess rejected by her people, with a reason to hate all humans. Yet she didn't. She was willing to die in order to save someone else. Someone in dire need of help. "I never asked you to do that Ghanima! I didn't want you like this. You… I…" Folken yelled. A hot tear found its way down his cheek. He stopped, unable to continue, his tormented heart swelling up with pain. He cared about her too much to believe that something like this happened to her. He was… "Ghanima you don't deserve this!" Folken thought, as he miserably proceeded on foot towards their camp, with Ghanima in his arms.

"Folken! There you are! We were so worried about you! How is everything!" Merle jumped at him, as soon as she saw him emerge from the woods.

"Everything is fine aunt Merle. We won. Mom, Kari and Duncan should be down shortly." He said.

"What happened to her?" Gaddes asked pointing at Ghanima.

"She got wounded in the fight and is dying. I hope father will get here soon, or she has no chance of living. Is there anywhere cosy where we can put her? I don't want her in any other pain." Folken said calmly. In fact, he was far away from calm, and on the verge of despair.

"Sure, put her over here. How did she get hurt?" Merle asked, as she brought out their first aid supplies.

"It's a long story. In so many words, she took the final blow, the blow that was meant for me. Is there anything we can do?" Folken asked, taking the wet cloth from Merle's hands, and gently dabbing Ghanima's forehead with it.

"She seems like she's in a coma. You're right, the injuries are very serious. I wouldn't suggest shaking her." Merle said.

Folken didn't say anything. Merle traced his gaze, and found it resting on Ghanima's congested features. She smiled, as she saw the soft look in the velvet of his jade eyes.

A few hours later, Hitomi and the rest of the group descended down the mountain. The first word that issued out of Hitomi's mouth was Folken.

"He's in the tent taking care of Ghanima." Merle informed her.

"Van?" Hitomi asked.

"He's not here yet. Oh Hitomi, I'm so glad to see you!" Merle said and hugged her long time friend tightly.

"I missed you too Merle. It was so horrible, but thanks to Ghanima, the witch is dead. Oh, I wish Van would hurry up." Hitomi said, as she broke Merle's choking embrace.

"Who dares to say I'm late?" Hitomi heard a soft love-filled voice behind her. She immediately spun around, her smeared dress cutting the air sharply.

On the ground, in the light of the afternoon sun, Hitomi saw the contour of a tall slender body. She followed the shadow, to the chocolate eyed person sitting on his horse and looking down at her. Hitomi met her husband's loving gaze.

"Van!" she exclaimed, and ran to meet him.

Van jumped from his horse and ran towards his wife. Once he had Hitomi in his arms, Van placed hot kisses all over her face, and then squeezed her tightly.

"Hitomi, I was so worried." He breathed.

"We're all fine." She said, and stood on her tiptoes to steal a quick kiss from his lips.

Van however had other plans, and he kissed Hitomi deeply. "Where are Kari and Folken?" was his next question, after the kiss ended.

"Kari is with Duncan patting down the horses, and Folken's been watching Ghanima ever since." Hitomi told him.

"Dad!" Kari exclaimed from behind Hitomi, and ran into her father's arms happily. Van hugged his daughter tightly, and scouted the surroundings for his son. He saw Folken emerge from a tent, his face pale, and his eyes filled with worry.

"Folken!" Van called out.

Folken looked at his father, and smiled a wry half smile. The look of pain and worry never left his eyes. "I'm glad to see you're all alright." He said. "However, I do need the apothecary. Ghanima's condition has degraded." He said.

"They're a few minutes behind me. I was scouting for any danger, but they should be here right about now." Van explained. Indeed, a caravan of six riders appeared from behind some fallen rocks. The apothecary was the leader of the group.

"Over here!" Folken called. "Bring your bag of spells and hurry!" he said.

Together, he and the apothecary went into the tent where Ghanima was battling for her life.

"So, tell me, who is this Ghanima person?" Van asked turning to Hitomi.

"She's a girl Folken met while he was on the quest for the green pendant. She apparently saved his life once before. She's the last of a magical clan known as the Hermits. Well, she joined them once she got her rings. It's a whole long and complicated story, but I'm sure she'll be glad to tell you it once she pulls through." Kari answered.

Van glared at Hitomi, then at his daughter.

"Don't look at me, I know nothing much really. Just the fact that she's a sorceress. I saw her use her magic to free me." Hitomi said with a shrug.

"Well, here they come out now. Let's see what's going to happen." Duncan pointed out. He had joined the larger group in due time.

"How is she?" Kari asked running towards the apothecary.

"Well, she might pull through, but we need to get her to a healer as soon as possible. I gave her a substance that slowed down her bodily functions so she can withstand the trip back to Fanelia. Then it's all up to the healer. She does have a chance of pulling through though." The old wrinkled man said.

Folken let out a large sigh of relief. "Well, I think we should get going." He said, his face lighting up a few notches.

"Don't worry brother. She'll pull through. She's strong." Kari whispered.

"I hope." Folken said and turned around. He walked over, and mounted his horse. The apothecary had already set Ghanima in a sort of stretcher that lay between two horses. Everyone got on a horse, and the convoy began to move out once again. Hitomi and Van were the leaders of the troop, their horses riding beside one another.

"I can't wait to get back home." Hitomi whispered and looked up at Van.

Van let out a small chuckle, and looked at his wife with loving eyes. "Me neither. I think we're going to take another long vacation after this." He said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"I don't think the council will let us get away for a while now." Hitomi said realistically.

"The council has overstepped its bounds too many times. We're going to have a council meeting, and discuss some very interesting aspects of our life as monarchs. And I truly doubt they'd want to negotiate with a cranky king." Van laughed and looked at Hitomi with love-filled eyes. It was amazing how even after 23 years –15 of marriage- he still felt like a teenager when he looked at Hitomi. His love only flourished with the time.

"You'll get all my support." Hitomi laughed at Van's implications.

"But first, we must help our hero." Van said becoming serious.

"I hope Ghanima will be all right. I doubt Folken will be the same if she dies. Kari and Duncan seem fine, but I think the whole affair brought them a bitter taste of reality." Hitomi sighed.

"We can't protect them forever. But they handled themselves admirably nonetheless. They've just done a bit of painful growing up, and there was nothing we could do."

"I guess." Hitomi looked back behind her, at the convoy. Folken was riding beside Ghanima's stretcher, not taking his eyes of her. Yukari and Duncan rode beside one another, chatting quietly. Overall, the whole convoy had a very dazed air in the way they rode. It was like the whole implication of the past events had not yet sunk in.

~~~~

The figure sat down on the small bench. His face was covered by the darkness of the hall. The small torch illuminating part of the hall didn't have enough strength in it to battle the darkness all the way to him. However, you could see him slowly moving in the dark, his hands brushing past the locks of unruly hair. Occasional sighs erupted from his chest. He kept starring at a closed door, from where a dim light made its way to him.

Who can say

Where the road

Goes where the day flows

Only time

Another figure appeared at the head of the hall. She made her way quietly to the person on the bench.

"There you are Folken. Is the healer out yet?" she asked.

"No, he's still in there. No word since we got back." He said emotionlessly.

"Don't worry, she's going to be fine. Here, I brought you some dinner." Yukari Alia de Fanel said, handing her brother a plate filled with food.

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry." He said, and gently laid the plate between them.

And who can say

If your love grows

As your heart chose

Only time.

"Folken, your not eating anything is not going to help Ghanima. I understand you are in distress, but please, don't weaken yourself like this." Kari said and placed her small hand on her brother's strong arm.

It had been four hours since they reached Fanelia. Everyone was in delirium that the whole royal family was safe. There were already massive parties in the streets, and her father had ordered a three-day celebration. Everyone was happy to be safe and sound, with the council all over the king and queen. A ball had been ordered in Fanelia for the upcoming week, to finally celebrate the death of evil. Kari was happy to be home, but was pained by her twin's heartache. She had seen the most obvious signs possible. Folken was hopelessly in love with the renegade Ispano princess. Sadness filled her heart.

"I do whatever I want with my life. It's pointless anyhow." Folken whispered.

"Don't you ever say that!" Kari took a defensive position.

"You know what Kari? I lied. I lied, and I'm sorry." Folken whispered getting up.

"What did you lie about?" Kari asked, blinking away the surprised look on her face.

"I lied when I said we'll always be one. We won't. After this, we'll never be one again. The moment we split to go look for the pendants, we ripped apart." Folken said pacing the hall in distress. The shadows of light played a grotesque dance on his features.

"I lied too. I lied to myself. I didn't want to believe it. But we are two people now. The fact that we can't hear each other's thoughts anymore, is direct proof of that." Kari said, her voice wavering with pain. She had never felt this alone, this exposed before in her life. It was like all her armour and weapons were gone. Disappeared into thin air. Unconsciously, she had always known that she and her brother will break away. It was the normal course of life. But consciously, she had denied that thought. They would be different. They had to be. They were more than mere brothers. They were twins. Together from birth. Maybe that's why she felt so naked now. A tear fell down her cheek. And for once, that tear tasted like ashes. Ashes of all that they lost.

"There there, don't cry. We both knew this would happen. It is the way of nature." Folken said and came up to his sister, hugging her tightly.

"I, I've never felt so vulnerable in my life." Kari whispered.

"I know, I feel it too. It was like you were my armour, and I was yours. I can't believe it…" Folken trailed off. His heart was now torn to bloody bits. Part of the pain he felt from Ghanima's injuries now doubled, when he finally recoginsed the rift that had grown between them in such a short time.

"I can't believe it's happened to us. Even though…" Kari herself stopped to put order in his thoughts.

"It was inevitable. And whether we admitted it or not, we knew this was what was ahead of us. I think we just did the most painful part of our growing up."

"But we'll be closer than normal siblings right? We have fifteen years of our life together. I, I understand. It was already too selfish of us to try to stop nature. Even though we lost a lot this month, I feel we've gained a lot." Kari said.

"Believe me. We probably gained more than we ever bargained for. And I'll always be there. No matter what. I am still your brother, and you are still a huge part of me. It's just that we are two people now."

"As I am your sister. I wish I could say I know what you're going through…"

"But you don't. And it's better that way." Folken said quietly.

Kari was silent, understanding all the implication of all his 8 words. She sighed, and suddenly wondered where Duncan was? He would no doubt be going back to Asturia soon. She needed to say good bye and thank him for all his help.

Who can say

Why your heart sighs

As your love flies

Only time

The door opened, and the healer came out, beads of sweat dripping off his brow. Folken immediately bolted out of place, and faced the doctor.

"How is she?" he asked breathlessly.

"Alive. Though it will be a while until she wakes up. If she wakes up at all." The doctor told him.

"What do you mean?" Folken asked alarmed.

"Well, she's not our of the woods yet, but we managed to fix all the damage whatever hit her did. We had to operate to stop the bleeding. One of her arteries leaked a little. She didn't lose a lot of blood, meaning we didn't have to do a transfusion, but she is weakened by the loss." The doctor explained.

"Can I see her?" Folken asked.

"I wouldn't suggest that. But seeing as how morale is good for everyone, it might help her to have a friend by her bedside. Just be very quiet, and don't' disturb her. This night is critical to her survival." The doctor finished, and by the time he was done, Folken was already at the door.

"Good luck." Kari whispered, as he closed the door behind him.

She then turned around in search of Duncan. They needed to have a little talk. That was when she began to perceive a small whisper. She turned around, but noticed that she was alone in the hall.

"Hello?" Kari called out.

There was no answer. However, the whisper still remained. It was like a calling towards something. Kari began to fidget with her pendant. It was then she realised it was glowing a strange white light in the darkness of the room.

"Come out of there immediately!" she demaded, getting even more frightened by the weird noise.

"Kari? Who are you talking to?" A voice called out from the end of the hall.

"Duncan! That wasn't funny!" she exclaimed.

"What? I wasn't doing anything!" he said coming closer to her.

"Yes you were, you were making this creepy noise. It's not funny!" she said sourly.

"I wouldn't think you'd be one to get scared of small noises." He said amused.

"Well, I wouldn't normally, but this was truly scary. Please stop!" Kari said, as the whisper began again. She felt how her stomach got tied in knots, and how something pulled her forwards.

"I told you, I'm not doing anything. But come, let's go to the market." Duncan said and followed Kari, who was mindlessly following the weird whisper. "Wait up now will you?" he said as she began to run forwards, the pendant's odd glow intensifying for a moment.

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Meanwhile, back at the infirmary, Folken entered the small dimly lit room, only to swallow hoarsely. Ghanima was peacefully "sleeping" in the small bed by the wall, with a single wax candle lighting her face. Folken hurried to her side, and closely examined her features. Her face was pale, and her lips looked drained of all their power. Her lids seemed to cover her eyes like stone gates, bound to never open, and thus seal her beautiful silvery gaze there forever. Her hands were clasped around the blanket, looking very white and ghostly. Overall, what Folken was looking at was only a shadow of Ghanima's glorious self. She looked nothing like the feisty girl he knew.

And who can say

Why your heart cries

When your love lies

Only time

Who can say

When the roads meet

That love might be in your heart

And who can say

When the day sleeps

If the night keeps all your heart

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say

If your love grows

As your heart chose

Only time

And who can say

Where the road goes

Where the day flows

Only time

Who knows

Only time

Who knows

Only time...

Folken sat in low chair, beside her bed, holding her cold hand in his own. He looked dazed at the girl in front of him. She was so frail. How could he have failed to notice that before? He had been a fool. He had failed to notice many things, not this one only. It was just like she had said.

"Ghani, you once asked me, how can I say I deeply care about someone if I don't know them at all. Well, here's my answer. I can say that, because I deeply care about you. Please, I didn't mean for you to get hurt, please come back to me." Folken whispered, as he took a strand of red hair in his hands, and caressed it softly. He loved her, and that was that. He had known it for quite some time now, but he had been running away from it, out of fear that she might die. He knew he would go insane if she did. That's why he couldn't let her. If she couldn't fight her battles for herself, he'd fight them right along side her. No matter what, he won't let her give up on herself. It was not who she was, it was not whom he'd fell in love with.

"Please come back Ghanima. I need you, I need you in my life more than anything." Folken whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her pale hand. In the past month, he had grown up a lot. He had let go of his childish fantasies, and he had faced the world as it was; ugly, and mean, but also filled with beauty and love. He now saw more than clearly what he had to do. But first, he had to be there for Ghanima. She was all that mattered at the present…

…To be continued….

*Author's Note*

Hi! Yes, sorry for the long delay. Skool started and I had writer's block. I know this chap stinks, but still please leave a review. I'll TRY to hurry up with 20. That's all for now? Heheh, what do think's gonna happen to Kari? And how's duncan gonna help? I hope you understood WHY they can't hear their thoughts anymore. Hhehe, oh, and if you were paying attention, you'd know who allen had been in luv with….. heheh, u can make the addition after…..