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Authors Note: Due to request, I will give a brief description of the characters. Also, this chapter is dedicated to krazi little aus for being a committed reviewer. I'd be dedicating to more people if you'd all just review Dammit! Okay, i'm calm now.

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Michael

age 14

description:

Tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Has a slightly tan complexion. He is best friends with George, who has known him for three years. He also has a large crush on Meghan.

George

age 14

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Medium height, with brown hair and brown eyes. Has a tan complexion, due to his greek heritage. Is best friends with Michael, and has a slight crush on Meghan, even though he doesn't let it on.

Meghan

age 14

description:

Taller than George, but only slightly shorter than Michael. Has curly, dirty blonde hair with green eyes. Has a tan complexion, due to her latin heritage. She is indifferent to George, but has strong affection towards Michael, partly due to him freeing her from yeerk control.

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Reviews:

lilmaniac- well, I'm glad you are still enjoying this as much as i enjoy writing it. I hope to hear from you again.

Quillian- I can't wait to read it! It's the least I could do to repay you for being such a valued reviewer. thanks again.

lilyofthevalley- thank you for your insightful review. As you can plainly see, I've taken up on your request and decided to write character descriptions. I think that I will also be making chapters in other characters points of view. I'm glad to have a reviewer that gives me the bare facts. Thanks! Also, you really think fourteen is too young to start writing?

traycon3- your welcome. I'm trying to make it have a couple of plot twists along the way. Enjoy!

krazi little aus- glad you...uh...liked it so much. You're acting a lot like lilmaniac lately. By the way this chapter is dedicated to you.

Okay, onto the highly original, Chapter 20!

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We picked up the pace until we reached a clearing. For once, trouble didn't arrise, as it turned out we had entered a carnival sort of thing. The explosion was from a man being shot out of a cannon. We stood in awe, until I saw a sign saying Admission: Free.

"Guys! It's for free! C'mon lets live a little. The Gardens can wait." I said happily. I mean how many chances do you get to go to a free carnival? It seemed safe enough.

"Okay," started Meghan, "but not for too long. I can't wait to get some morphs." With that said we spent a little over half an hour goofing around at the fairgrounds. We even managed to knick a few hot dogs when the guy wasn't looking. Everything was going smoothly, until we passed a fortune telling booth. Suddenly a voice came out and beckoned us over.

We approuched the tent-like booth, where a gypsy type lady was sitting in front of a table. On the table was a crystal ball. "You, tall boy, sit down. I am sensing a deep power within you. Stick out your palm." the odd woman said.

"Umm no thank you. We're broke." I said.

"For those truly special, I charge nothing. If you please, your hand." she asked politely. I reluctantlyheld out my palm. She gazed at it for a few moments. George was giving her a blatantly sceptical look. She looked back me with a serious look on her face.

"Your future is one of mixed blessings. For what I can see, great power is within you, yet with that power, there is doubt. There will be a time when you will be given a choice. If you choose correctly, many lives will be saved, but if chosen wrong, everyone around you will suffer. Choose wisely, tall one. I bid you farewell." And with that we were ushered out of her shop.

"What a load of bull." said George.

"I don't know really." I said. "Meghan, what do you think?"

"Hell if I know. I can't say I'm not sceptical though." she replied.

"C'monn let's go to the gardens and get you r morphs. I think i've had enough of the carnival for one day." I told them. We left quickly, going back to the trail and heading towards the Gardens once again.

When the trail opened up again, we had made it to the suburbs. It didn't take us too long to make it towards the Gardens entrance. Nowadays we had to be careful. All three of us were wanted by the yeerks now. It was a big risk we were taking to come here in the daytime, but sacrifices had to be made. We made our way to the bird sacntuary. This part would be easy. We walked into the open dome-like section of the sanctuary and kept walking until we came across the individual bird cages. She stopped at a cage marked Harris Hawk.

"How about this one?" asked Meghan, pointing to a brooding hawk.

"Sure. Hold on a second." I said as I put on a pair of heavily padded gloves and took out my trusted bobby pin. After working quietly and discreetly I opened the lock. "george, do me a favor and make sure no one is coming, if they do, distract them. Meghan, I'm going to reach in and grab the hawk. Once I do you have to touch it somewhere. Once you do, it will get calm enough to let me put on back and shut the cage. Supposing, of course, that George doesn't let anybody see us." I explained. george didn't have much of a job to do, seeing as most people were at work at this time.

Quietly I opened the door, reached inside, and grabbed the sleeping bird. It instantly jerked awake and started to peck at my gloved hand, courtesy of Cassie. Soon the hawk abandoned it's pecking endevor and frantically tried to get out of my grasp, but to no avail, mainly because I kept a firm grip, careful not to hurt it. I held the bird tightly and beckoned Meghan over to touch it. She put her hand on top of the hawks head until it went limp.

Quickly I put back the Harris Hawk and shut the cage, careful to remove the bobby pin. I took off the bird handlers glove and stuffed it into my jeans pocket. We made our way out of the building and out into the Gardens once more. We stopped suddenly.

"Meghan, next should be your battle morph. What'll it be?" I asked with some impatience in my voice. It was getting late in the day, and while we were inside, The Gardens got crowded. We were bound to get spotted sometime.

"I think I'll go with a bobcat." she told me, smiling. With that said we located the bobcat exibit, an open mountain-like tank. We left the Gardens and headed off to the back allyway. We had planned to morph bird and swoop in. Since it was an open exibit it wouldn't be so conspiucuous. Meghan would then land on the bobcat and acquire it. After that we would fly off back home. We would get the other morphs tomorrow. We stopped in the alley and before we morphed, I strongly warned Meghan about the bird instincts before morphing myself. Soon after, she morphed, except that when she morphed she did it amazingly fast.

((An estreen!))

((A what?)) asked Meghan after she was done morphing. She seemed to have enough control over the Hawk body to act normally.

((An estreen, or someone who has a talent for morphing. Ax told me that Cassie was one of them.)) I explained to the both of them.

((Cool!)) she said excitedly. ((I can't wait to show the others! Let's go.))

We soared over The Gardens and landed in the bobcat exhibit one at a time, and in seperate intervals. Meghan swooped over the unsuspecting bobcat and landed on it's back. The bobcat ran around furioiusly trying to shake her off until it fell into a dreamlike state, after which we all flew off into the direction of the scoop.

((That was fun! What a rush!)) she said happily in my head.

((Uh oh. looks like we have another Rachel on our hands.)) I said jockingly to them.

We soared over the forest with our new ally. My friend. Who happens to be a girl. Who also happens to sleep in the same bed as me.

Coincidence maybe?

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