Woah. I was expecting a million flames for the last chapter, but instead I got three good reviews :grins: you guys make my day… Hopefully this chapter will answer your questions, if it doesn't, then I'll answer them visibly down the bottom of the page.

∞ Isa ∞

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My mind spun. I realized the moment I saw the masses of stars and endless hallway that I hadn't fainted but I had shifted to Shadowland instead.

I tried to figure out the answer to this problem subconsciously but the only thing I could think of was a line from a book I must have read. No. A book I must have written. It was the opening paragraph in Part Two of Angelic Demise – the preliminary introduction of Sonya Rosette.

There was a woman in the highest tower of the Rosette Palace; she appeared to be only eighteen with her rounded face, cream completion, wavy raven hair that fell to her elbows and glittering eyes, which held knowledge and skill – for the martial arts in particular.

Her name was Sonya Rosette, the youngest of the three Rosette sisters. Her two elder sisters were of age twenty-five thousand and twenty-two thousand as Sonya was only eighteen thousand. The middle sister, Verity Rosette was a flaxen haired beauty – with icy blue eyes to match, the eldest sister, Beatrice Rosette was dark haired like Sonya, only she withheld the same eyes as Verity. Sonya was the only one who inherited her father's eyes – a deep bottle green that shone like jewels.

Today, Sonya dressed in a medieval-fashioned, radiant purple dress. The colour was a soft violet, only two shades lighter than the large, hawk like mauve wings that had grown from her back ever since the age of three. She was to wear this for the formal outing that the Rosette's, being a royal band of angels, attended every year – the Shata'hai.

Made primarily for the meeting of bond partners, the Shata'hai was an occasion no Angel could afford to miss. Fairy lights would surround the place, levitating and lowering as they did, there would be ten-course meals available and many shops and stalls where an Angel could buy wedding bands or gifts for the mate they have chosen.

It was compulsory for Sonya to attend this year because of her age – at eighteen she was expected to choose a bonding partner with whom she would settle down with, marry and eventually decide to mate with. Together they would create new families of Royals – so the traditions of Rosette Palace could be passed down for generations and generations…

But they did not know of what was to come, Sonya thought with a tear-filled glance out across the ocean, they did not know the horrors they would have to live with after that night was over…

Sonya was always my favorite character in my books; I created her for darker purposes, of course, but nevertheless she was my favorite. I did not think of her as very much at first but then she grew on me, I felt betrayal when she did and I felt as if I knew how she lived – how she felt. As if I were, in a way, Sonya herself.

There were similarities between us, yes; the green eyes, for example, and the love to fight… but I had hardly the experience of being in a royal family – or a pack of angels. I was always normal, except for the mediator thing I guess. But now the ghosts don't bother me much anymore. Usually they are very easy to control with Paul by my side.

I was just about to shift back down to Earth when a voice stopped me. It was barely audible yet I heard it. It must be due to the super reflexes Paul says that us shifters are supposed to have, I thought as I turned around to greet the owner of the voice.

They had said the word: 'Wait' and that was it. I thought they were talking to me but when I turned around; there was no one there.

Cussing silently to myself, I spun around to face the way I was originally facing. Then I jumped back at the person standing there… the person I least expected to face.

A pair of green eyes that were almost identical to mine and a curved face that was also much like my own concealed my vision of the walls of Shadowland – but unlike my chestnut, shoulder-length, usually messy mop she had wavy raven hair and a pair of looming, large purple wings that were spread to their climax length.

I had written the exact meeting of a Rosette Angel so many times that I new exactly what to do. I knelt before her, bowing my head and a few moments later, rose again. Sonya in return took hold of my shoulders with her pallid hands and bowed her head as I did – so our foreheads were touching. It was a sign of peace amongst the Angels and Mortals that I created.

Purely because once Paul had done the same to me – grabbed my shoulders, I mean. And then he bowed his head to me so our foreheads were touching like so, yet in my book Sonya or I didn't suddenly burp in the person's face like Paul had done to me after we had eaten another round of Spicy Chinese food. Whenever I remind him of it – Paul gets the hiccups from laughing. Something else I use against him when we are in one of our civil wars.

"Susannah Simon, the woman I have been waiting to see." She smiled a beautiful smile. I couldn't help but grin back, although most of it was out of reflex. Sonya did that to people; she was so different from the rest of the Rosette clan.

"And I, you, Mistress Sonya." I replied with politeness. If this Sonya was the same one I knew from my books, than civility towards her would go a long way.

Sonya nodded, strands of her raven hair getting in the way of her startling green eyes. "I can not stay here long and I am sure Zane will tell you the rest of the story, but I'll summarize the explanation down to the key points." Sonya brushed the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

I did not say anything, just nodded back at her. She continued: "Your books were written based on a triangle of yourself, Paul Slater and a ghost of a rancher named Hector de Silva am I right?" I nodded, unable to say anything if I wanted to. Jesse's name bought back too many good and bad memories; each one made me feel as if a million knives were piercing my skin.

"And you have had dreams about them as well, this is because everything – the Metrohell, Rosette Palace and the prospect, of Angels, Devils and halflings are real. The reason why it was so easy to create Zane, the devil Oryon and myself was because it had already been created – every event had actually happened. You just awoke it to the human world."

My eyebrows raised, "Why me? Why did I get chosen to record these? I mean, I love writing but it's just… a little weird, that's all." Sonya's serious face changed into a smile, she liked to be asked this question – or she expected it. I knew Sonya's powers were of a physic bend but I didn't know she could predict the future of normal mortals. Usually it was only where she was…

I inwardly chastised myself. Was Sonya not here at all? Of course she was! She obviously saw herself standing with me with her inner eye and knew I was going to ask the question. The flow of my own thoughts stopped, however, when Sonya began to speak again.

"The triangle of you-hector-paul was not made for any reason at all, Susannah." Sonya cooed with interested eyes and a sly smile. "I can read your thoughts, by the way, and Hector de Silva is not as gone as you think he is." At my quite shocked yet confused expression. Sonya just beamed wider.

"You'll figure it out eventually, my heir." Then, in a puff of purple smoke, Sonya Rosette disappeared from sight. I blinked once… twice. Okay, around twelve times before I turned around, just to make sure she was gone.

Then I closed my eyes and thought of home.

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Whoo-Wee! Chapter Four done, or, as I have written it: IV. Incidentally, sorry about the roman numerals :grin: I love this chapter name: Shadowland Shindigs. I looked up the word 'party' one night on the thesaurus and it came up with the word 'shindigs' so… there you have it. Shadowland Shindigs. As for our reviewers on Chapter Three:

Alda Rethe – Damn right I update a chapter a day. Lol. My chapters are short and easy to write, you see. But it's only when I'm on the Internet. Sometimes I'll have to go a week without it and usually I would get a few chapters done on the school computers but I can't guarantee it. The library ladies hate me… I think they're plotting my death… seriously.

Breezie – Patience is virtue but fast updates are just peachy… I said that last chapter but oh well. I'll be saying it a lot. Thanks for your review, by the way, it's you people who keep this story a'rollin'!

Nikki007 – lmao. Where have you been for the past two chapters? I know, reading them I guess. But in Chapter Two, reread – if you could be bothered, because usually when people ask me to reread parts I'm to lazy – the italics, they are the story 'One step from death' Suze talks about Sonya briefly and there is a section about her in here.

Keep up the good encouragement and I might just attempt in writing 'Angelic Demise.' Or, at least, another fic.

∞ Isa ∞