The figure appeared and it was a masculine silhouette. It was Darien.
"I...uh...heard what you said, so what's the deal with this Maelstrom chick?" he asked curiously.
Amara ran him into a tree with her hand at his neck.
"You heard nothing today, got it! What in the world were you doing eavesdropping anyway?" she roared.
"Ok, ok, if you just hold up," while Amara was distracted in listening for a proper excuse, Darien slowly took out a rose from his pant pocked and poked her with it hard enough so she would back off and give him some air.
"I was originally going to surprise Serena with a present, but then, on the way there, I heard you two talking, and it sounded much more important and interesting, so I...uh..."
Darien stopped to scratch his head.
"Spy on us?" Michelle added in helpfully.
"Yes, I mean no, no! I just wanted to see what was going on and if you two were having any troubles." he quickly said.
"The only trouble I have is you," Amara grunted, "now, could you please leave us in private?"
He nodded and strutted towards Serena's classroom.
"Come Michelle, let's deal with this at home." Amara said calmly.
"If that's what you please."
----Back At Home----
"Our goal is to what, find Maelstrom?" Michelle asked curiously, breaking the silence.
"No, our goal is to locate her before she realizes I'm still alive. If she finds me first, I'll....we'll..." she slapped her hand on the table.
"I know, I know, just pull yourself together. Maybe she isn't alive. Like Luna said, she's just part of Serena's childhood memory." Michelle suggested unsurely.
"But I sense her. Ever since I heard her name, her energy has been stronger. A premonition I believe."
----The Next Day----
"Hello class, we have a new transfer student. She's from the other side of the country, and will be staying here for a while because of her parents' work. Her name is Mileen."
the teacher announced early on in the day.
"Another transfer student, isn't this more than a coincidence?" Michelle asked Amara.
But Amara did not answer her, for she had gone sheet white the minute the girl stepped into the classroom.
"Please Mileen, seat yourself behind Amara." the teacher instructed.
"So, we meet again," Mileen whispered and winked to Amara, "It's almost time..."
"I...uh...heard what you said, so what's the deal with this Maelstrom chick?" he asked curiously.
Amara ran him into a tree with her hand at his neck.
"You heard nothing today, got it! What in the world were you doing eavesdropping anyway?" she roared.
"Ok, ok, if you just hold up," while Amara was distracted in listening for a proper excuse, Darien slowly took out a rose from his pant pocked and poked her with it hard enough so she would back off and give him some air.
"I was originally going to surprise Serena with a present, but then, on the way there, I heard you two talking, and it sounded much more important and interesting, so I...uh..."
Darien stopped to scratch his head.
"Spy on us?" Michelle added in helpfully.
"Yes, I mean no, no! I just wanted to see what was going on and if you two were having any troubles." he quickly said.
"The only trouble I have is you," Amara grunted, "now, could you please leave us in private?"
He nodded and strutted towards Serena's classroom.
"Come Michelle, let's deal with this at home." Amara said calmly.
"If that's what you please."
----Back At Home----
"Our goal is to what, find Maelstrom?" Michelle asked curiously, breaking the silence.
"No, our goal is to locate her before she realizes I'm still alive. If she finds me first, I'll....we'll..." she slapped her hand on the table.
"I know, I know, just pull yourself together. Maybe she isn't alive. Like Luna said, she's just part of Serena's childhood memory." Michelle suggested unsurely.
"But I sense her. Ever since I heard her name, her energy has been stronger. A premonition I believe."
----The Next Day----
"Hello class, we have a new transfer student. She's from the other side of the country, and will be staying here for a while because of her parents' work. Her name is Mileen."
the teacher announced early on in the day.
"Another transfer student, isn't this more than a coincidence?" Michelle asked Amara.
But Amara did not answer her, for she had gone sheet white the minute the girl stepped into the classroom.
"Please Mileen, seat yourself behind Amara." the teacher instructed.
"So, we meet again," Mileen whispered and winked to Amara, "It's almost time..."