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its so short but you guys will like it… I hope!!!
Isabel's POV
"You done crying?" Michael said, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"I wasn't crying." I lied.
"Iz, you were never a good liar." He smirked.
"I just, I don't know. What if my visions actually had happened? I mean well-" I cut my self off before I could say anything about Max and Liz's sad and personal goodbye, that was theirs to tell, not mine. "What if Tess had actually killed Alex?"
"But she didn't." Michael hugged me tight. "And I'm sorry for taking out my anxiety on you okay? You know I'd never do anything to hurt you right? You're my sis."
"Yea. I know. Gosh this all just sucks, I can't believe Tess and her lies. How could she actually make us believe she was pregnant?"
Michael rubbed at his brow, "She was more advanced than us then Iz, and her mind control was strong. VERY strong."
I was angry and hurt and sad. Emotions, just emotions. We were supposed to be made to not have them, yet they took us over whenever they had the chance to slip in.
"Isabel?" Michael shook me slightly.
"Yea?" I looked tired, hell I felt tired, I WAS tired. But I couldn't let myself sleep, not until I was in Alexander Charles Whitman's arms again.
"Why don't you take a nap?" He pulled his fingers through my long golden hair.
"Yea… Maybe, just a… Little, nap." I was asleep before Michael had a chance to soften the floor.
"I got it." Midea smiled, softening the floor and giving me the blanket she had been using for herself. Kissing me lightly on the cheek, she whispered, "Sweet dreams Isabel…"
(Isabel's Dream)
"What are you writing?" The small girl asked not to far in age from the tall blonde.
The tall blonde laughed, "Nothing you'd understand."
"Why not?" The little girl whined, her emerald green eyes shining.
"Because! God, can't you go and bother someone else for a while?" The tall blonde snorted snobbish.
"I'm telling brother you're writing LOVE letters!" The little girl cried out and giggled.
"NO! No, listen to me okay? Promise me that you will NOT tell brother okay?" The tall blonde pleaded.
"Yea, yea, I won't tell brother. I'll just tell your boyfriend!" The little girl ran off.
"Midea wait! Don't tell Rath! PLEASE!" The tall blonde chased after her little sister.
"I'm telling! I'm telling!" The little girl squealed as she ran off.
"Midea!" Her sister screamed after her.
The little girl stopped mid pace and froze. "Valaundra? Who's he?" The little girl asked innocently staring at someone Valaundra could not see.
Valaundra turned the corner to witness what her sister was talking about. And gasp.
"Zan!" Valaundra screamed, "Rath! ZAN!" She cried out to whoever would come.
"Valaundra?" Midea backed away from the man that stood tall and confident.
"Don't be afraid child. I'm not here for you… Yet." He grinned.
Valaundra's stomach churned. "Get out Khivar. I told you I wasn't in love with you."
"You're not in love with me, you're not in love with your own boyfriend -and soon to be husband may I add! So exactly WHO are you in love with Valaundra? Who?" The man named Khivar taunted.
Valaundra shook her head, "Get out. And leave him out of this."
"Maybe, we could arrange a little get together, I mean Ava seems to be taken with him, you seem to be taken with him, I would like to meet this dashing fellow." He smirked.
"Ava?" Valaundra was confused.
"Oh yes. Your dear brother's own bride has even been seeing him behind others back; seems you're not the only apple of this lad's eye Valaundra. But come with me and you'd be a queen, not a second in commands wife." Khivar waltzed over to Valaundra and kissed her lightly, "You, will always be mine." Then with a lightning flash, he was gone.
"What is it Valaundra?" Zan shouted as he and Rath hurried into the palace hallways.
"My love?" Rath asked trying to take her in his arms.
"Get away from me, please. Just stay away. I'm hurt… I'm hurt." Valaundra cried holding her hand over her heart and ran off the opposite direction of the two boys.
(End Isabel's Dream)
I cried out as I awoke from my dream of the past. I knew it had happened but I had yet to believe it. So I wasn't just with Rath or Khivar? And Midea was… My sister?
I searched the barren desert for her with my eyes. Not rising from my spot on the gentle floor. "Midea?" I called out light.
"Yes?" She came out from behind a nearby boulder.
"Why didn't you say you were our sister?" I whimpered.
"Would you have believed me?" Her eyes watered.
I shook my head regretfully, "No." I whispered.
Midea's eyes closed and tears fell.
"I'm so sorry Midea. I'm so sorry." I sobbed, yes! I cried, AGAIN! What else was going to come up? Could I please find out before I have a heart attack?
Midea kneeled down beside me and waited for my reaction.
I opened my arms and she happily accepted my hug. We weaped for a little while longer and Decided on telling Max the truth later. We were discussing living arrangements when Max came running towards us unexpectedly.
"Isabel!" Max yelled.
"Max?" I shot up from the floor.
"They're here." Michael came to me, quickly grabbing my hand and squeezed hard.
Isabel's POV
"You done crying?" Michael said, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"I wasn't crying." I lied.
"Iz, you were never a good liar." He smirked.
"I just, I don't know. What if my visions actually had happened? I mean well-" I cut my self off before I could say anything about Max and Liz's sad and personal goodbye, that was theirs to tell, not mine. "What if Tess had actually killed Alex?"
"But she didn't." Michael hugged me tight. "And I'm sorry for taking out my anxiety on you okay? You know I'd never do anything to hurt you right? You're my sis."
"Yea. I know. Gosh this all just sucks, I can't believe Tess and her lies. How could she actually make us believe she was pregnant?"
Michael rubbed at his brow, "She was more advanced than us then Iz, and her mind control was strong. VERY strong."
I was angry and hurt and sad. Emotions, just emotions. We were supposed to be made to not have them, yet they took us over whenever they had the chance to slip in.
"Isabel?" Michael shook me slightly.
"Yea?" I looked tired, hell I felt tired, I WAS tired. But I couldn't let myself sleep, not until I was in Alexander Charles Whitman's arms again.
"Why don't you take a nap?" He pulled his fingers through my long golden hair.
"Yea… Maybe, just a… Little, nap." I was asleep before Michael had a chance to soften the floor.
"I got it." Midea smiled, softening the floor and giving me the blanket she had been using for herself. Kissing me lightly on the cheek, she whispered, "Sweet dreams Isabel…"
(Isabel's Dream)
"What are you writing?" The small girl asked not to far in age from the tall blonde.
The tall blonde laughed, "Nothing you'd understand."
"Why not?" The little girl whined, her emerald green eyes shining.
"Because! God, can't you go and bother someone else for a while?" The tall blonde snorted snobbish.
"I'm telling brother you're writing LOVE letters!" The little girl cried out and giggled.
"NO! No, listen to me okay? Promise me that you will NOT tell brother okay?" The tall blonde pleaded.
"Yea, yea, I won't tell brother. I'll just tell your boyfriend!" The little girl ran off.
"Midea wait! Don't tell Rath! PLEASE!" The tall blonde chased after her little sister.
"I'm telling! I'm telling!" The little girl squealed as she ran off.
"Midea!" Her sister screamed after her.
The little girl stopped mid pace and froze. "Valaundra? Who's he?" The little girl asked innocently staring at someone Valaundra could not see.
Valaundra turned the corner to witness what her sister was talking about. And gasp.
"Zan!" Valaundra screamed, "Rath! ZAN!" She cried out to whoever would come.
"Valaundra?" Midea backed away from the man that stood tall and confident.
"Don't be afraid child. I'm not here for you… Yet." He grinned.
Valaundra's stomach churned. "Get out Khivar. I told you I wasn't in love with you."
"You're not in love with me, you're not in love with your own boyfriend -and soon to be husband may I add! So exactly WHO are you in love with Valaundra? Who?" The man named Khivar taunted.
Valaundra shook her head, "Get out. And leave him out of this."
"Maybe, we could arrange a little get together, I mean Ava seems to be taken with him, you seem to be taken with him, I would like to meet this dashing fellow." He smirked.
"Ava?" Valaundra was confused.
"Oh yes. Your dear brother's own bride has even been seeing him behind others back; seems you're not the only apple of this lad's eye Valaundra. But come with me and you'd be a queen, not a second in commands wife." Khivar waltzed over to Valaundra and kissed her lightly, "You, will always be mine." Then with a lightning flash, he was gone.
"What is it Valaundra?" Zan shouted as he and Rath hurried into the palace hallways.
"My love?" Rath asked trying to take her in his arms.
"Get away from me, please. Just stay away. I'm hurt… I'm hurt." Valaundra cried holding her hand over her heart and ran off the opposite direction of the two boys.
(End Isabel's Dream)
I cried out as I awoke from my dream of the past. I knew it had happened but I had yet to believe it. So I wasn't just with Rath or Khivar? And Midea was… My sister?
I searched the barren desert for her with my eyes. Not rising from my spot on the gentle floor. "Midea?" I called out light.
"Yes?" She came out from behind a nearby boulder.
"Why didn't you say you were our sister?" I whimpered.
"Would you have believed me?" Her eyes watered.
I shook my head regretfully, "No." I whispered.
Midea's eyes closed and tears fell.
"I'm so sorry Midea. I'm so sorry." I sobbed, yes! I cried, AGAIN! What else was going to come up? Could I please find out before I have a heart attack?
Midea kneeled down beside me and waited for my reaction.
I opened my arms and she happily accepted my hug. We weaped for a little while longer and Decided on telling Max the truth later. We were discussing living arrangements when Max came running towards us unexpectedly.
"Isabel!" Max yelled.
"Max?" I shot up from the floor.
"They're here." Michael came to me, quickly grabbing my hand and squeezed hard.