Hey everybody! Thanks for reviewing! Sorry it's taken me a while to update (stupid history projects) No, what's happening isn't a comic thing. All the loose ends will be tied up in the end, don't worry. So here's chapter 11!

Hay Lin: You know what, I'm not even gonna bother to complain here…KaNdRaKaRgrl does not own us; she's just borrowing us to torture us with this insane plot…

Thanks…I think…okay then! On with show!

Chapter 11

Lament of Limbo

Somewhere off in limbo…an ocean ripples…a sky sways…all is light…all is good…it hides so well beneath the surface…lives go on…oblivious…innocent…and yet those with the purest of hearts…cannot see just what their shadows really have to say…what they thought they did not possess…really does exist…far within their beings…lies what they wish they could deny…once reality sets in…they must face their fear…embrace their destiny…and rise to what they were meant to be…or succumb to their normality…leaving their inner strength to wreak what havoc it will…

Gentle eyes listened to lament of the universe…a prophecy of sorts. The silver auramere lay to the right of their vision, the sapphire to their left. The eyes of compassion slid closed as they waited for more. And it came. Only now, they saw that ocean, light blue waters dancing to and fro among the visible. Silver gusts of wind grazed the surface of the sapphire, playfully splashing it about. If one didn't know any better, the eyes could have sworn they were one in the same. They were like best friends…lifting the other's spirits, delving deep into the other's feelings…one would never know what really ran through the unspoken feelings of the two elements…but these were far from the untrained eyes…these eyes could see through anything…and now, they were witnessing what could very well be the beginning of the end of two young lives…two young lives that held so much…and now…the pair of eyes closed, throwing the possibilities out of their mind…

And then the ocean stilled. The winds ceased playing games and simply hung there, like curtains for the world. The eyes watched, understandingly. The waters began to darken beneath a blackening sky. Air whipped up, whirling about, casting up waves. The water crashed in contempt, gathering into a mass of foam and ripples. The tornado turned silver…the whirlpool glowed blue…the explosion resounded…and then…

…and then the eyes returned to the present, unable to view what happened next. They suppressed a sigh, glancing upon the aurameres once again. They waited for it…patience…mixed with terror…mixed with knowing…and with content.

It happened, just as the eyes had known. And they could only watch as the aurameres clouded over with fixation, and within no more than mere moments, the orbs were beginning to double, only their doubles…were black.

(In Candracar)

The world was asleep, the minds of its people succumbed to the desires of their dreams and horror of their nightmares. But as the Oracle delved into the auras of those held most dear to the hearts of those in Candracar, he saw that one mind lay restless, tossing and turning in what the girl hoped would become sleep. Hay Lin cradled her head in her hands as she prayed for sleep to come, to help her forget the terrible events that had led her to spending the night in the guest room at Cornelia's place. The Oracle pitied her. Not because of what had happened to her, but for what was yet to come. The events that had overwhelmed the girls were only clues, only clues to the beginning of…the Oracle let his shoulders vibrate in a slight shudder, not wanting to think about what was to come.

His eyes finally saw Hay Lin's slide closed, immersing herself in a long-awaited slumber. And the minute the Oracle felt her consciousness slip away, he felt a new alertness take over her.

"Find your strength," he whispered to the girl's reflection before letting it fade into oblivion.

(On Earth)

The people of Heatherfield lay in peaceful slumber…well, most of them, anyway. One lonely little figure walked the quiet city streets, using the shadows as a veil to hide behind. Blue eyes that seemed glued to gazing upon the concrete beneath them lifted to see the ruins of the Silver Dragon looming in front of them, the advertising lettering of drainage trucks taunting, blaming, berating…all in perfect silence. All the figure did was grin, grin at the damage at the hands of nature's sister, water. But the figure was there for no more than a moment before circling the lamppost and walking away, fingers trailing on the rugged bricks of the wall to their right, smile never fading from their face…