Chapter 4

By Interested Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it. GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar/spelling trouble, so please bare with me. I wrote most of this at like 3 in the morning.

A/N: Please review, don't be harsh. A/'N 2: Scorpio, lol, you bet she's scary, that's how I wanted her be. he, he…. Mathilde Egyed she isn't a ghost, don't know what highlander is... she's immortal, meaning, to live forever, and with the power of the ouroboros and trion, she's unstoppable….

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Chapter 4

The others just stood in horror of what had just occurred. Marguerite then calmly brushed herself off, then stood up and started walking to the back of the large tent as the others confused, followed. She entered a large room full of bookshelves. While looking through them, Roxton asked,

"how the hell did you do that? Is it because of these?" He demanded, grabbing the necklaces on her chest.

"No it's not just because of these!" Marguerite hissed, grabbing Roxton hand from her chest, " No Roxton, it more than you could imagine." Veronica a little shaken shrugs it off to have a go at Marguerite.

"And why are you wearing my mother's, and now my pendant?" Ignoring them, Marguerite continued to scan through the texts.

"It's none of your business." Marguerite muttered, trying to ignore the jungle girl.

"The hell it is!" Veronica stated. Irritated with their questioning, Marguerite retorted.

"Fine, lets say there was no suitable protector to take over, so I was the only one to be trusted." Veronica thought about what Marguerite said over, as she wondered if she should push further. Challenger out of his own curiosity pulled out a journal, which read his name, brushing his hand over it; he couldn't recall seeing it before. As he started to open it, Marguerite gruffly pulled it from Challengers grasp.

"Don't touch anything." She said as if she was punishing a child.

"My god." Veronica gasped, as she looked over the end of the books binders read her parents, Malone's, Challengers, and others names. "These are our journals aren't' they?"

"Yes they are, but they are not to be read, by any of you! Marguerite said sternly, as she then found what she was looking for. "Here it is." Marguerite said, pulling a red book, which she pulled out a map.

Meanwhile in Zoth's Lair

"Is everything in order?" Zoth asked. The young, dark haired, woman, was bent down head lowered in respect as she replied.

"Yes the chosen one has been told of the hidden slave camp and I believe she'll go seek it." Zoth nodded his head in agreement.

"When she does arrive we'll make sure our men are ready for her."

"I don't know why the plateau sent you here, but I will not allow you to interfere with my business, some of my fighters and I will be heading out in the morning, if you wish to join us, you must do as I say, and you may survive." Marguerite said as she was about to leave.

"Why should we listen to you…?" Veronica started as Marguerite grabbed her slamming her into the wall.

"This is 2033 not 1923, in this year your dead, don't exist, but if you don't listen to me you wont exist in the past either!" The others were afraid to touch her, considering what they had seen before. Marguerite let go of a not hurt but shaken Veronica, as she rubbed her neck, and decided not to talk for a while. Marguerite ignored the others expressions as she replied, "we will be heading out at 6:00 be ready if you'll be joining us." "Isaac!" She called as the young light browned hair man came,

"yes?"

"Show them to their rooms." Roxton was going to put his two cents in but reluctantly decided not to.

As they headed down towards their tents, Roxton asked the young man, "How long have you been living here?" "Since I was a young child." "And why was that?" Challenger asked. "Well, after the bombings our parents were killed so she took us in." "You mean yourself and that other young woman?" "Yes she's Jacqueline my sister." Isaac suddenly stopped and gestured at a few rooms along the hall. "You will stay in these rooms; they aren't the most comfortable, but it better than lying on the dirt floor he chuckled." The 3 explored their rooms as Roxton then walked out to where Isaac stood speaking to another man.

"May I have a word with you?" Roxton asked him. Isaac nodded as they walked outside the tents. "I've noticed that Mrs. Krux along with your sister, and other seem to have a, what I'd call a bitterness to them, but you seem to stand out, why is that?"

"Be thankful that the Krux gene has skipped you, my mother would say." Isaac replied with amusement. Flustered with the statement Roxton asked.

"What do you mean by Krux gene?"

"Well since Marguerite has not had the most pleasant of a life, that from it, everyone, especially girls will be cursed with the same life and attitude." Now realizing what Isaac was saying Roxton then asked.

"How are you related to her?"

"She's my great grandmother of course, but that's enough questions for tonight, I think its best you return to your room, you'll need rest for tomorrow." Roxton taken aback from his response rubbed his head in confusion as he replied,

"I suppose you're right, will you be joining us for the trip?"

"Yes my sister and I will both be joining you tomorrow, well good night lord Roxton."

"Goodnight" and with that Roxton left to his room.

Slowly pulling the curtain away, the room was partially lit by candlelight as Roxton walked inside, removing his vest, as he started to undo his shirt a figure slowly moved out of the darkness….

To be continued….. Remember the more reviews I get, the quicker I post.