A/N – Well…hey guys! Enjoy!

Two hours and three phone calls later, the Daughters of the Moon, Jimena, and I sat in Serena's kitchen, waiting in silence for someone to speak up.

Serena broke the veil of silence.

"What's a Libra?" She directed her question to Jimena, who leaned back in her chair upon hearing the name.

Jimena nodded acknowledging the question.

"I remember that name," she glanced in my direction, then riveted her eyes on Serena's.

"But," she continued speaking slowly, choosing her words carefully, "Just vaguely. All I can tell you at the moment is I know the Libra is an extremely powerful being. Serena, you are the key. Even though you're the key, if you turn you'll only outweigh the light side for a short time; the Atrox's victory will be short lived."

"But if the Atrox can gain control of the Libra, all will be lost for the side of light- our side. That's all I can tell you at the moment. I don't recall of the powers Libra has, or if the Libra is on our side- or even who the Libra is."

"Wait, so if we get this Libra person we'll win, and destroy the Atrox?" Catty jumped in excitedly, bouncing in her seat.

"I didn't say that, and I don't know if it's true or not. All I know is what I told you."

I sat there, listening mindfully to the whole

conversation. After Jimena answered Catty's question, the others piped up, voicing their own inquiries.

After the fourth question, my mind began to wander involuntarily. I tried desperately to grasp onto what they were saying, but my mind protested fiercely. I only caught snippets of the discussion.

A headache proceeded, and my birthmark began to irritate me. I gasped and cried out as sheer pain shot through my left arm. I felt like needles lay under my skin, jabbing relentlessly at my flesh.

I recieved awed looks from everyone in the room.

I sensed my scale birthmark glowing a pale green. It stared throbbing, throwing off a wave of electric shocks through my upper body. I whimpered and stood up, forcefully knocking the chair I had been perched on to the tile floor.

Tears pressed into my gray eyes. I swiped at my eyes, wiping away the hot tears, not letting myself appear weak.

Serena rushed over to me at my display. She threw an arm around my shoulders, and I saw Vanessa approach me, and swing an arm around me, supporting me.

The pain subsided quickly, ebbing to a faint pulsation in my birthmark.

"Thanks guys," I rasped out, my throat closing on me. I panted for a moment, regaining my breath.

I pushed off them gently, knowing I could stand on my own. I glanced around the room. Catty stood close to me, behind Vanessa, in case I feinted, and fell backward. Jimena eyed me skeptically.

I felt small under her eyes for some unknown reason. I brought the back of my left hand on my forehead, pushing back stands of hair.

Jimena gasped as she caught sight of my birthmark.

"That's it! You're Libra," she proclaimed, her black eyes wide with astonishment.

"What?" I gaped. From the beginning, I registered the name Libra, always knowing in the back of my mind that I was Libra.

But to hear it aloud overwhelmed me.

Jimena grabbed my wrist and pointed at my birthmark.

"This, this is the symbol, obviously. Don't you pay attention to Greek mythology?" she questioned sharply.

"Uh-I, uh-no," I stuttered, taken aback.

What did Greek mythology have to do with anything?

Jimena sighed, agitated.

"I'm guessing Serena didn't fully explain the situation to you. Am I right?" Serena giggled nervously and smiled. "Oops, my bad, I knew I forgot something."

I snorted and glanced at Serena, smiling back at her.

"I'll explain, then, since I have taken up Maggie's job," she paused.

Probably trying to figure out what to say, I thought to myself.

I waited patiently as she collected her thoughts, my wrist sill in her grasp, I might add.

"I supposed you already know about the Atrox and its Followers?"

I nodded.

"But only a little," I bit my lip in anticipation, as if everything she was about to tell me would unravel the darkest, deepest kept secrets of Los Angeles- and the Universe in general.

"The Atrox is the primal source of evil. It breathed life into itself- and ever since, it has been jealous of the world of light and tried to destroy it. The Followers are basically minions, or as Maggie liked to say, 'victims.' They have no hope, and steal others' to satisfy their craving."

I gawked, my mouth sagging open. I was positive a gerbil could have fit inside the recesses of my mouth.

"Th-their-their h-hope," I stammered, astounded.

How was that physically possible- and why?

"How could one human do that to another?" I voiced, thoroughly perplexed.

Jimena shook her head. "They technically aren't even human after they turn. They're predators; Followers."

I nodded.

"And how does this Greek mythology thing tie in?" I looked at my wrist- my arm was starting to become numb.

"It has to do with everything," Jimena whispered, staring me in the eyes, hers dark and serious.

"How?" I whispered back, afraid to rise an octave above. I felt as if the world might crumble at any moment.

"Greek gods and goddesses are real, they aren't myths- and I'm pretty sure you're derived from one," she answered, continuing to stare me in the eyes.

"Holy s..." I trailed off, stunned.

Jimena smiled softly.

"Yeah, I know, it was a big shock for me when Maggie first told me," she tried to reassure me.

With my grey eyes wide, I glanced around the room, attempting to find any trace of a smirk giving this whole thing away as a joke- a charade.

But all face were deathly somber.

"You're joking, right?" I said.

I could believe the Atrox concept, but the fact that the Greek Gods were real, I couldn't begin to comprehend.

If it was, everything I was ever taught was wrong.

My remark wiped the smile off of Jimena's face.

"You have to listen, Delaney! I'm not joking! You have to believe. Besides, what other explanation is there to everything that's been happening to you? Tell me that," Jimena raved, flinging her arms in frustration.

"I-I don't know," I faltered.

"There isn't, that's why you don't know," Jimena declared, her tone softer, almost soothing.

"It really is true," Catty piped up, her eyes glittering with truth.

My eyes traveled around the room again, a nagging in the back of my mind.

Somewhere deep inside me a voice was screaming out that they were speaking the truth- and I knew it was right. But it contradicted what every other voice was screaming at me.

"Let- Let me think about it," I offered.

Jimena shook her head.

"It's too dangerous. The Atrox knows you're the Libra- that's why all those Followers have been coming to La Brea."

"I have to go home," I shouted, losing my temper. My hands balled into fists and I spun around to face them all, my eyebrows knitted into a glare.

I flushed at my rudeness, my face softening.

"I'm sorry. It's just so weird," I gushed, collapsing into a nearby chair.

I buried my head into my hands and closed my eyes. I felt Serena approach me, and place a small hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"You'll just have to stay the night here as planned," she said, stating the obvious.

I nodded weakly, just wanting to sleep, and let my muddled mind make a decision.

I hoped slumber would sort out my tangled thoughts and emotions.

I hoped.

A/N – Okay, I'm really thankful for everyone who's reviewed! Thanks you guys and thank you my beta reader! Anyway…I'm not getting very many reviews at all! I make the parts nice and long and try to make them interesting…but I'm going to say if I don't get five reviews, that's right five, I'm seriously going to reconsider writing this. So peace out and PLEASE REVIEW!

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