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Writer's Note: Wow I think this should just be a chapter update instead of rare notes. OK, this is the guest chapter, and if you think I meant guess who it'll be I'll kill the suspense for you, NO WAY! This unknown is not to be confused with chapter one or chapter eight, who was obviously DiZ. If you like, put it in with a review, but email me, whoever guesses correctly, first, gets to pick the next character I post (even if it's Larxene, though that will be hella hard, just put your choice with your guess, I'll give credit where it's due, I want to give those of you who follow this story what little I can in terms of gratitude, this seems fitting). Though this chapter is like the last one, space. I want it to be shown that an awful amount of time passes since nothing of serious interest happens, except what has normally been occuring (the war). But here's a hint...I haven't technically 'cheated'...
-unknown-
Strange people had been arriving. It had been for a while, I think a year or two. I couldn't tell, but it was normal now. I'd seen men in strange, silvery armor. And there was a few people that seemed like they were lost, but that was almost everyone new who showed up. I'd been told by older people that this wasn't always the way, that this had never happened before. I didn't know, but I didn't really care either, back when I was that young. It was probably a combination of the two. I walked around town a lot, playing with my friends. All the new arrivals forced us to find a secret place where we could hide from everyone, and just be kids. We'd been afraid at first, but gotten over it when we found there was nothing to fear there.
The mayor had set up new refugee districts, places where the new arrivals could find rest while they searched for more permanent housing around our home (what I have since come to know is our world). I had noticed a few people dressed in all black every now and then, and I'd always tried to follow them, but every time I looked behind the next hiding place, they were gone. They confused me, but I didn't really let it get to me. I didn't let a lot get to me actually. See, I was feeling kind of wierd. Like I didn't belong. I felt...not so much an emptiness, but that something was missing inside my heart, or rather a piece of it. It sounds the same, but it's not, I don't know how else I could explain it. I felt fulfilled, I felt happy, but something was supposed to be inside me that just wasn't there. My friends gave me comfort when I felt unsure like that, not like talking to me, but I felt happier when I was with them. Though, even when we were laughing, I'd worry about my heart, and what was in it, or what was missing.
One day, maybe I'd find out. And it ended up I did. And it was a long fight to finally complete myself.