I feel really stupid right now, I accidentaly skipped chapters five and six in my postings slaps forhead please forgive me. So here's chapter five, not seven, five. And thank you so much for the review Lady Shalafa, I greatly appreceate it.

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Chapter V

Morning came with a soft touch. Twitching her ears, Arana found the touch wasn't just a twinge in her mind. Some one was actually touching her. She opened her eyes and found a Bek looming over her, eyes filled with fear of being caught in the act of poking her ears.

"What are you doing?" She asked groggily, unaccustomed to seeing people when she woke up.

"Um… I wanted to see if they were real, so, um…" He stuttered, looking for words.

"So you thought you should just poke and prod rather than wait until I was awake to see if you had permission to touch me." His face paled. She smiled, seeming to have been right. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. A blue demon came by the door though and tried waking you." Now it was Arana's turn to go pale, more so than she naturally was. "Don't worry; I hid under the bed just in time. I'm guessing I'm not supposed to be here?"

"Well, not yet any ways. But don't worry, I have a plan." She told him what she came up with while he slept. He put on a pair of boy jeans she had gotten from Hot Topic a while back, along with a random tee shirt. She always had boy cloths in her wardrobe; that was just what she did. She hated having to dress like a girl all the time. So now she as confined to her one and only night gown, seeing as her leg is broken and she didn't want to try working jeans over the cast yet.

Bek kept his boots on under the baggie jeans and Arana helped teach him to concentrate on using the wish song that he was famous for in his story. The wish song was his birthright after all. Why she had it she'll never understand. When his tutoring was done well enough to make simple illusions, he climbed out the window and disappeared.

No sooner had the windows been shut had the door opened and Ororo came in. "How are you feeling today?"

"Sore," Arana said simply, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"Need food." She grabbed the crutches next to her bed and stood on her good leg.

"If you needed something to eat, you could just ask." Ororo said with a laugh. Arana was saved from saying anything by the chime of a door bell two floors down. "Oh, hold that thought. I'll be right back, so just sit tight."

With that, Arana was left alone again. She smiled at herself and went to get some normal cloths on. She choose another pair of extremely oversized jeans that easily went over the cast that went up her thigh. An oversized tee shirt of her own replaced the night gown and she hobbled out into the hall on the crutches.

She found the kitchen easy enough. She didn't run into anyone on the way due to timing. It was eight thirty four in the morning and everyone would be in a training session Hank had told her about. Every one but her that is. There were many complications to her attending those sessions. First of all, she was confound to the mansion due to the fact that she was pretty much a cat. And second, again she was confound to the mansion on doctors orders.

So she pretty much had the run of the house from around seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. She didn't have any complaints. The less social interaction she got, the better, in her view.

She clumsily made herself a glass of milk and some tuna with crackers. It was about an hour until anyone showed up. The professor made his way into the kitchen with Bek who looked around with confusion and wonder. "Ah, Shela, I thought we might find you in here. Shela, this is Bek Rowe, and he will be staying with us for a while. Bek, this is Shela, she's another new student who will be staying with us for a while. Now Shela, what have I told you about using the crutches?"

"Only for short distances, but sir you must understand, it is far easier for me to get around with them rather than in that most awkward chair. I just can't use my arms like that for one, and another, I have to keep moving. I'll die if I don't."

"Vary well then, but you have to promise me that you will use the chair when you go outside."

"But I thought I wouldn't be aloud outside." She said, confusion evident in her voice.

"You know young Kurt goes to school too, right? I will have a halo-induser made for you as well, so you can attend your classes."

"What! What do you mean 'so I can attend classes'? What about the whole transferring my stuff from my old school thing?" She nearly shouted, trying to stand on two legs. She fell back down on the stool with a hiss but looked back at the professor quickly.

"All taken care of before you woke up. You start classes in three weeks when school starts."

"Oh great," she responded, rolling her eyes.

"And Bek will be joining you." He said before leaving altogether.

"Shit. This is not what I expected." She looked to Bek who was still looking nervous. "So how you holding up?"

"You're world is so strange, I… I don't understand a thing that's going on."

"Remember when you went to Castledown, the old world magic that you were sent to find? Well, this is it."

"This is it? It doesn't look like magic."

"Because it's not, it's science, technology. It's this technology that allows us to travel across country in a matter of moments. It's with this technology that we have been able to go to the moon and actually play gulf. A couple went up there on vacation for crying out loud. Kind of really ruins the mystic and magic of it." She said sadly. "It's so beautiful, and we turned it into a tourist attraction."

"How horrible, how could such a thing like that happen?" He asked with a mix of confusion and spite.

"I don't know. Here, you come to my room with me, and I can show you all this on my laptop." She said, rising from the table and hobbling along with the crutches.

"Here, let me help you," he offered.

"Oh, no, I'm fine on my own really." She said with a smile and left the kitchen, a mystified Bek following her closely. They encountered no one until they reached the elevators. When the doors opened, they found Logan, sporting a vary frustrated look.

"Good morning Logan, is something wrong? You look agitated and just down right cranky." Arana said with her head tilted to the side.

"I'm 'cranky' because I was just in to check up on you in your room, and you weren't there. What are you doing out of bed?" He said harshly. Arana held her head low as he continued. "I know someone was in your room last night. Who was it? I can smell 'em all over, including your blankets." She gave him a confused look and then turned and leaned against the wall. Logan looked at Bek and sniffed. "It was him. What was he doing in your room last night?"

"It's alright Logan," the professor said, coming up behind them. "Logan, this is our new student Bek. Young Shela here brought him. He stayed in her room because she didn't want to wake anyone, though I must say it was rather unorthodox. Next time, Shela, don't worry about that."

"Yes sir. May I go now?" She asked quietly.

"Of course," the professor said before Logan could interrupt. Arana then made it on to the elevator, with Bek following close behind. She kept her head down at the ground the whole time.

"Arana? Is something wrong?" Bek asked timidly. She just shook her head as the doors closed and they made there way to the third floor, where she showed him the internet and everything that he wished to know about this world's technology.