Me: It's been a while hasn't it? Well, here's the third chapter, enjoy!

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"Would You Dance With Me?"

"Cor, wot toime is it?"

Matilda Beatles yawned and rolled off her bed, only to hit the hard wooden floor covered in rough carpeting. She cursed her stupidity as she shook her drowsy head, her long, blond hair ruffling with it. Her sparkling Asian emerald eyes flickered lazily as they adjusted to the morning sun that brightened the room from the solitary window in the Japanaussie's domain.

Matilda, or Tilly as she was known, took off her green night gown and changed into her everyday wear. She slipped on an orange hoodie with extra long green sleeves and green hood. Tilly also yanked on a pair of cuffed blue jeans and a pair of black Tennis shoes.

She slunk sleepily down the stairs to the dining room.

"Good morning, Matilda!" Tilly's cheerful Japanese mother greeted happily.

"Mmghf, mornin'," Tilly yawned back. She joined heer father at the table for breakfast. Mrs. Beatles arrived shortly after her with a warm batch of hotcakes on a plate. She set them on the table and the three if them dug in.

Kuki sighed, "I wonder if Maho would've enjoyed these,"

Tilly was nonplussed. She had now and then heard both of her parents talk of the "Maho." She concluded he was some deceased relative or something. She wolfed her breakfast down and said, "Mum, I'm going to meet Rose,"

"Have fun dear,"

Rosetta Gilligan was a lovely female figure. She had rosewood colored skin and night blue eyes. Rose was garbed in a large, light blue t-shirt with dark blue trim and khaki shorts. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and two gold studs were pierced into her ears. But she was specifically known for the red baseball cap she wore, which had once belonged to her mother, Abigail Lincoln.

Rose was currently in a small meadow, a clearing in the forest. She was humming a small tune that she was making up as she went along. She was dancing to it as well.

What a dancer she was!

Every graceful movement of her tall, slim form would put any agile creature to shame. She had never danced with or in front of anyone. Never performed, never told a soul about it. She opened her eyes, standing before her was a boy.

Rose gasped. He looked very familiar two one of the delightful children, upon first sight. But at a closer look, his hair was not as neat and his eyes were not the delightful shade of goody-goody light blue, but violet, an unusual color for anyone to have.

For a moment that seemed to last forever, his eyes of pine flecked amethyst stared into her orbs the color of water reflected at moonrise.

The boy gulped before he asked, "Would you dance with me?"

In answer, Rose gently placed her hands in his. Their eyes locked on each other's, they danced together in graceful unison. Nimbly swaying, dipping, twirling, spinning, as if they had rehearsed it many times before.

Rose had so many questions to ask this stranger, who she felt destiny had placed at her feet. Who are you? Where are you from? When did you move here? Why have you come here? But Rose was lost for words.

Was this a dream she kept asking herself, or was this something truly wonderful happening?

But as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Rose stumbled backward and the boy blushed and retreated into the woods.

Rose stared in the direction he had left. Who are you? Where are you going? Why are you leaving? Rose's questions echoed in her mind, but the boy was gone and she had no answers.

Making his way back to Matteo's house, Warren was reliving the dance in his mind's eye. The girl had been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and he had not even asked her name. Only the occasional floating insect or singing bird had been witness to their waltz in the woods.

"Hey, Warren, where've you been?"

Warren snapped back to attention at Matteo's question.

"Oh…er…I was just lookin' around the forest."

Matteo smiled, "I can't blame yeh, I did that a lot my first time 'ere."

Inside the house, Winifred had decided to take a mid-morning nap. In the realm of dreams, she was her 10-year-old self again. Three figures approached the deserted girl. On the right was a blond boy the same age as herself. Winnie immediately recognized him as her own cousin, Wallabee Beatles. To the left was Kuki Sanban, who was taller than both Beatles.

In the middle of the two was a girl that had traveled further through the mists of time than all three of them combined. The figure had armor that shone like sunlight on the ocean. Over all of her shielding was a flowing cloak of shimmering black. The figure wore no helmet, which revealed it to be a girl. Her skin had a pale tone and her hair was the brown of an otter's sleek coat. Kindness, courage, and respect radiated from the warrioress as she stopped with Kuki and Wally in front of Winnie.

The Warrior maiden was none other than Matthia, founder of the KND.

Her sparkling, hazel eyes that had long ago closed and glazed over in death, were as bright as ever as they stared at Winnie. Nodding at Wally and then at Kuki, Matthia turned again to Winnie and spoke in a voice clearer than rain water.

"Mahorao Shinzouryu Sanban Beatles

Wallabee's strength, Kuki's heart,

Guide him to his long lost home

For the warrior's son, the Dragonheart.

His lover will appear, the rose of the meadow

And tell who knows him least,

About that one boy who danced with her

To his twin who thought him deceased.

Yet only when four tears are shed

Can Maho and Tilly's relationship mend."

And during the prophecy, the images of Kuki and Wally faded away, and in their places stood two new figures. One was an Asian girl with long blond hair, who Winnie recognized to be her niece, Tilly, and, surprisingly, Warren! Winnie was quite confused and stared at Matthia, as if trying to ask for an explanation with her gaze. Matthia stood silent, only returning Winnie's questioning gaze with one that said, "You'll find out soon,"

Matthia and her two companions glided away in the unfathomable mists, but Winnie was rooted to the spot.