I kinda broke my ankle April 27th, and my computer hit me in the head in the car crash and broke so I had to get a new one :( And so I've been in a wheelchair since then with a healing broken ankle, a torn ligament in the other foot that still hasn't healed, bruising on that foot from top to bottom in one spot, and other misc bruising that's still healing :P Not to mention I had a concussion and my brain's been struggling to write at all :( But I hope this long chapter of random drabbles makes up for it! :D I don't know how much more I'll be writing and uploading though, but I'm going in for a surgery on my torn ligament foot on June 6th so I'll be nauseous and unable to write for a bit after that too -_- Plus I'm working on my to be published book as much as possible lately when I can write, so I'm also busy with that :D

~Featherflight123~

I'm glad you get so involved in the story, it means my writing has improved! :D I'm working on the Boring Office Work Sequel, but it may be another year till it's done :P It's called Lost Lilies, A Tale of Cinders Bursting Into Flames (or at least for now :P)
Ps: There's no such thing as a late review! :D :P

Yeah well, I got lazy and didn't want to write any more of it :P Seriah is a name that bounces back and forth :P She doesn't really have a set person :P

~Snowcrystal of Thunderclan~

I'm glad you liked it! I had been working on that chapter for a while :D

Here is more! :D

I'm pretty happy with all of these, tell me which one is you favorite though, I'm excited to hear which ones everyone liked the most! :D

Drabbles!

Holly And Bree's Love For Their Friend

(YouTube & Basketball, A Match Destined For Disaster, Or Is It? World)

Holly, Hadara - 26

Jay - 27

Bree - 25

Cynthia, Leon - 25

Holly's heart was twisted painfully as she went over to her friend who was quietly sitting at a table next to Hadara, a glass of water in front of her despite how Cynthia was already way out of it, her shoulders slumping in a way that was becoming familiar to Holly, her head was hanging slightly, her black hair was pulled into a messy ponytail no doubt by Hadara, and she wasn't speaking, instead staring down at the table in front of her and leaning sideways against Hadara to keep from falling over. Leon had really messed up this time. "Thank you Hadara," she thanked her friend once again, this was really happening way too often nowdays. "She slipped out under my nose once again," she slid into the bench around the table, sitting next to Cynthia and pulling one of her friend's arms around her shoulders. Cynthia had ended up here more often than Holly can count, sitting at the same table while her boyfriend was in Vylia with his basketball team, having flat-out insisted on going there and spending a few weeks of his own off time there instead of being home in Ruxburg with his cousins and girlfriend who's proposal he had turned down. Cynthia hadn't been back to her own place which was located in Vandala since he had left two weeks ago, having crashed at Holly or Bree's nearly every night and avoided Leon's apartment where she stayed while in Ruxburg like the plague.

"It's no problem," Hadara smiled gently at Holly before her smile turned sad, "I just wish it didn't happen this often."

Holly sighed and gave a weak smile back as she hauled her friend to her feet, Cynthia didn't complain, the YouTuber didn't bother to fight against Holly in her current status.

"I did get a few glasses of water with that stuff you gave me into her system," Hadara told her as she pulled Cynthia's other arm around her shoulders and helped Holly with her, "so she should be sober soon."
Holly nodded and looked at her black haired friend who was barely pushing her feet across the floor, letting Holly and Hadara carry almost all of her weight. "Hey, you okay Cindy?" She asked her, hoping to get a coherent response.

Cynthia lifted her head slightly to look over at her, red-rimmed blue eyes welling with more tears like she just wanted to cry till Leon came back, if he ever did. "No," she mumbled in a half slur and in a rather rough and thick tone, "not okay."

Holly felt another sting in her heart at her best friend's current state, and it hurt even more when Cynthia pulled her arm from around Hadara's shoulders and rather sluggishly pointed at where her heart was and spoke.

"Here hurts," she slurred slightly and didn't resist Hadara taking her arm again, her blue eyes focused on her childhood friend.

Holly's heart squeezed and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, usually, Cynthia was so drunk she couldn't speak, but with that mix that Bre had made just for her Cynthia was sober enough to tell her exactly where and how much she was hurting. And it made Holly want to cry. "I know, I know it does Cindy."

Cynthia was quiet for a few more moments as Holly and Hadara pushed open the doors and the cool night air washed over the three of them, making the smallest of them, Holly, shiver slightly. She spoke when they were halfway to Holly's car, "Make it stop?" She asked it in a questioning tone like she thought Holly could fix this for her.

Holly swallowed thickly before she smiled at Cindy, "it will in a little bit Cia," she pulled out an old nickname, a nickname that she had made when they were young and innocent. "Maybe tomorrow we'll visit the Vandalan Sea?" The Vandalan Sea was a lake that matched the sea perfectly, and it was a lake located half in Ruxburg and half in Vandala, Cynthia and Holly's birth town.

Cynthia tilted her head slightly and hesitated before her face fell and she looked miserable, "No, don't like water."

Holly carefully pulled open the passenger seat door to her car after unlocking it with a chirp from her keys, "Okay, maybe we'll stay at Bree's house and you can beat me in a video game or two?"

"Bree sleeping," Cynthia slurred, her gentle heart coming out even more at the mention of her friend who was undoubtedly sleeping. Then the YouTuber looked at Holly, "I woke you?"

Holly lightly shook her head and smiled at her, feeling the lump in her throat growing, "Bree's working on a project I bet, and nope, I was reading a book. Do you want me to tell you about it?"

Cynthia nodded.

"Let me talk to Hadara really quick before we go." Holly and Hadara then carefully transferred Cynthia to the passenger seat of the car before she buckled her in and made sure it was tightened and Cynthia had a bucket at her feet before closing the door. "Thank you again," she smiled at her friend, "I'll handle the rest."

Hadara smiled back at her, both of their smiled tinged with sadness, "I'll come by tomorrow, which house?"

"Bree's," Holly told her, "my apartment's a mess and I'd rather not wake up Finli when he just got back from boot camp."

Hadara smiled at the mentioning of her cousin and gave Holly a comforting hug, "it'll turn out okay, even if Jay, Finli, Jackson, and Miles have to go hunt Leon down." She promised as she pulled back, "it's going to be okay."

Holly took a deep breath to calm herself and push away the emotions threatening to overwhelm her before she smiled at her friend, "I hope so, text Bree and Jay will you? I've got to tell Cynthia about my new book while I'm driving."

"Of course, I'll let them know," Hadara smiled and took a few steps toward the cafe, "I have to get back to work, I'll come by tomorrow afternoon and help try and find something fun for Cynthia to do."

Holly nodded and waved goodbye before jogging to the driverside door and pulling it open. She swiftly got in, buckled herself in, shut the door, and started up the car.

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Cynthia was almost asleep by the time they arrived at Bree and Jay's decently sized house, and Jay was sitting outside on the porch at the swing chair they had next to a glass coffee table.
Holly shut off the car, unbuckled, and got out as Jay, her brother, poked his head into the house to tell Bree they had arrived. She then walked over to Cynthia's door and carefully pulled it open, making sure to support Cynthia and keep her from falling out of the car from her drowsy status.

"Bree's got the downstairs guest room ready," Jay told his sister in a gruff tone as he walked over and carefully lifted to tall woman onto his back and started toward the door in a decently steady gait. After carrying Cynthia for the past two weeks and getting back from boot camp due to him being a reservist before being called back when Bree had had the C-section done a month ago, the blue-eyed man was pretty strong and decently built now. He was still lanky, but he had filled out more, which had been Leon's favorite thing to tease him about.

"Great," Holly smiled and leaned up and ran one hand over her brother's still short hair, it wasn't buzzed on the sided and really short on the top anymore though, instead it was just really short and stuck up everywhere all the time. "Your hair is like spikes," She teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere and keep herself from brooding or crying from the stress and how badly she was feeling for her friend.

Jay seemed to sense that and responded to her teasing instead of saying nothing, "Bree likes it, she finds it hilarious."

"Oh, so your wife's opinion is more important than your sister's?" Holly teased as they reached the stairs toward the porch and front door.

Jay rolled his eyes, "I have to live with her, if she doesn't like it then I'm screwed. If you don't like it then I can keep it how it is just to annoy you."

Holly laughed, for the first time all night. "Wow Jay, and here we all thought you going off to boot camp had changed your attitude."

"It did, just not for you," Jay responded with a smirk as he made it up the stairs and pushed open the front door.

"That's for me only," Bree grinned, keeping up with their light-hearted teasing, "and that my friend is classified."

Holly's jaw actually dropped before she snorted in laughter, "how long have you been saving that for?"

Bree shrugged as Jay made his way toward the bedroom where Cynthia would be put for the night. "Since I joined the MNSTRA," she grinned cheekily. MSTA stood for Middren National Science and Technology Research Association, where Bree had recently started working, and where most of her projects there were indeed classified, and she openly loved it. "Jay, make sure she's sitting up," she told her husband as she started toward the kitchen, her mood going serious, "I'll bring over more of the sobering mix, it'll help with her hangover in the morning."

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Cynthia's blue eyes were drowsy as she looked at Holly and Bree as she spoke a few heart-wrenching words, "I feel like I'm dying," she mumbled to them in a half slur, Bree's mixture was clearly kicking in now. "He left me, said no."

Holly drew in a shuddery breath and both wanted to punch her cousin in the face and bawl, feeling incredibly worn out and heartbroken for her friend. Cynthia had been in a committed relationship with Leon for longer than a year and her doofus of a cousin had the nerve to blow up at her joking about getting married months ago and now he had actually run away from her when she had actually asked him, taking initiative and into her own hands and asking him to marry her instead of the other way around.

Bree took charge and sat down next to Cynthia on the bed, gently brushing her fingers through her hair like she would her own daughter. The amber-eyed brunette spoke softly to her, softly singing a familiar lullaby to all four of them, one that Skylar had sung to the pair of siblings and their friends as kids during sleepovers till they grew into teenagers. Even then, it was something all of them still remembered, and Jay and Bree were singing it to their daughter in the NICU when they were there. "Once in every lifetime, if you do believe… Man can move a mountain, change the course of history… How far, we've come.. Right here at home… Trust in the path you've chosen, become your destiny… It's in your heart, it's in your soul… Don't be scared, just believe… You know deep inside, that your time has come… Once in every lifetime, if you do believe… Man can move a mountain, change the course of history… How far, we've come.. Right here at home…"

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Meet Invis, World Renown Criminal… And Leon's Girlfriend

(Invisible In Plain Sight To Some, But Not All World)

Cynthia, Leon - 24

Holly - 25

For such a world renown thief Holly hadn't been expecting the thief and contract assassin to be wearing casual blue jeans, a tank-top, half sleeve denim jacket, and running shoes when she first met her in an interrogation room. Although since Leon was around for the meeting it shouldn't have surprised her. Her cousin had been in a relationship with one of the world's top thieves, and criminal basically, for over a year. Long enough that the blonde carried an engagement ring in his pocket, waiting for her to swipe it from him out of curiosity.

Cynthia, as Leon called her, was certainly incredibly hard to find, that was for sure. Granted she was more commonly known by her criminal name 'Invis' since she had a million fake names. However this particular thief was odd in many ways, she had a completely legal degree in chemical science and computer forensics, making her nearly impossible to find beyond her highly trained status and other skills; she didn't kill innocent people or law enforcement, instead she killed her target only and occasionally robbed power hungry rich guys blind before giving back everything except for the hard cash, part of their money in bank accounts and entertainment electronics; was very intelligent and patient, rumored to be able to sit in one spot for twenty-four hours before so much as twitching besides blinking; and had the most normal real appearance Holly had ever seen in her line of work.

Holly cleared her throat to get the thief's attention as she casually waltzed into the interrogation room in a completely relaxed manner, before she gestured to the chair across from her, "Please sit down."

As per usual the thief didn't completely listen to her and instead, she casually perched on one corner of the table, half facing Holly and half facing Leon.

"Leon, cuff her please," Holly sighed, feeling like she was already getting a headache from dealing with her for less than a minute. How in the world was she supposed to deal with her for the next week?

"She'll get out of the cuffs before you can blink Holly," Leon pointed out even as he walked over, pulling Cynthia's attention to him instead of Holly.

Cynthia held out her hands and rolled her eyes, "wow, congrats, you caught me," she snorted to Holly, "but aren't I supposed to be helping you with a different case? Your agency dropped my case years ago."

Holly nodded and clasped her hands on the table as Leon carefully cuffed Cynthia's hands together, "yes, but we have some questions to confirm that you are indeed Invis and not an imposter since Leon's the only person who's actually seen you without disguises and doesn't have either their memory wiped or isn't breathing anymore."

Cynthia tilted her head slightly before she shrugged her thin shoulders, "alright, ask away." The thief seemed to be doing a remarkable job hiding her and Leon's relationship. It was widespread knowledge that Leon had been saved by Invis, but it was top secret that Leon was involved with her romantically.

Holly cleared her throat and opened the file in front of her before taking out a magnifying glass, "Fingerprints?"

Cynthia laughed and wiggled each of her fingers, "none, I don't technically have a fingerprint at all." She held out her arms so that Holly could bring the magnifying glass over one of her fingers, which Holly did and almost did a double take, what the thief said was true, her fingertips were completely smooth. "Lemon and pineapple juice with a few other chemicals and scraping up my fingers from an explosion or two," Cynthia explained with a snort.

Holly mentally gave herself a shake and lightly shook her head, "DNA?"

Cynthia snorted and leaned back in her chair, "when read by a DNA testing machine it changes every single time, doesn't match up to anything." She shrugged, "I have a chemical coursing through my blood that coats the cells in this fake DNA layer, which is scrambled every time I cut myself or start bleeding. Hence why a forensic scientist found multiple unexplained DNA types at the crime scene ten years ago."

Holly blinked, it looked like she was going to be surprised throughout this entire meeting. "Tongue?"

Cynthia flashed a bright smirk, "as blue and pink as usual," She opened her mouth and let them see her vividly blue-tinted tongue, which was a normal pink from the tip to about half way up, then was blue as if she had had blue kool-aid or a popsicle within the last five minutes. She shrugged at Holly's faintly shocked look, "chemical reaction to something I had been given as a kid, it stained half my tongue blue."

Holly blinked again and asked another question, "alright. Eyes?"

"They change color depending on the color of a special liquid I can drink," Cynthia snorted, "no contacts needed. However," She leaned casually on the table, "this is my natural eye color."

Holly raised an eyebrow, "Leon, bring over the liquid will you?"

Cynthia gave Leon a mock betrayed look despite the smile threatening to pull at her lips as he walked over and put down five tiny clear containers on the table. There was a clear one, pale blue, a deep green, a hazel one, and a chocolate brown one. "Pick a color," Cynthia drawled to Holly in a relaxed tone, "any one of the four colors in front of you."

Holly pushed the hazel container over in response.

Cynthia picked up the small container, took off the lid, tilted her head back and let a few drops of the liquid land on her tongue before pulling a face and shutting her eyes while screwing back on the lid of the container and putting it down. Moments later her eyes opened and she blinked a few times to readjust her vision before focusing on Holly, her eyes a soft and gentle shade of hazel, the perfect mix of green and brown.

Holly looked slightly unnerved and pushed the clear one toward Cynthia who repeated the earlier process and her eye color returned to normal.

New School, With Super Powers!

(Whispering Wisps of Power World)

Jay tugged on the collar of his collared polo shirt, a grimace fixed on his face, turning his expression rather irritated and annoyed. I hate changing schools. He grumbled to himself as he nearly fell over as a guy who was probably a year younger than him shot past at breakneck speed, literally. "Why did we let Leon convince us to go here again?" He grumpily asked his older sister. He then turned toward her and fixed his mostly blind, blue eyes on where he knew Holly stood due to the position of her mind and mental status. Which was overwhelmingly nervous and apprehensive. Jay let his mind expand and stay open to brush against other students' consciousnesses, it was his super ability, he was a Mental Manipulator, able to read minds, judge emotions, communicate mentally with other strong-willed people, move objects with his mind, and create what looks like holographic weapons and tools.

"I have no idea," Holly said, her tone nervous as she watched the other students interact and boast about their powers. "I really really don't, this place is strange." Holly was an Intelectual Master, she could visibly see calculations that she was mentally working on and interact with them; she could touch an object and know exactly what it was made from, what tools were used to make it, and anything that had touched it since it was made; she could also allow herself to visibly see a description of every object she's looking at if she chooses, and she will and never has lost a game where she's being competitive due to her calculation skills.

"What are you talking about?" Leon asked as he caught up to where his siblings were casually standing outside of the school building and threw his arms around his siblings' shoulders out of excitement. "This place is awesome! I mean it's a school specifically for people like us!" Leon was a Physical Adaptor, meaning he could adjust any part of his physical appearance to his liking, he could run fast, lift seven hundred pounds, smell anything up to a mile away, and had enough stamina to jog across the entire united states.

"People, who are brain dead from all of the times they hit their head you mean?" A voice said sarcastically from behind the three siblings, the person's voice was full of playful humor along with the sarcasm. The three Bramble kids spun around to see who had spoken, which turned out to be one of Holly and Leon's best friends, Cynthia Lawson. Cynthia was smirking from her earlier comment, but the smirk morphed into an excited grin as she took in the sight of her three close friends. Cynthia was a Physical Adapter like Leon,

Holly grinned before she threw her arms around the Cynthia. "Cindy! I didn't know you went here!" She smiled at her black haired friend.

Cynthia smiled and briefly hugged Holly back before she shrugged and tapped her left ear, "With my senses and speed there's no way I'd fit in a normal school Holly."

Something in Jay's mind clicked and he groaned, "that's why we're here."

Leon grinned at Jay and Holly, "yup." He pulled Cynthia to him by the waist and kissed her temple, "we're here because Cyn's here."

Cynthia rolled her eyes but smiled, "you three will love it here."

"I hope so." Holly sighed, and Jay just grunted.

Mental Manipulators

(Bree and Jay)

Mental Manipulators Culture

:-: Girls are dominant to boys, if given an option between them, it is expected for the boy to put the girl first, unless they have a CMPL(See Special Terms Section)

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Mental Manipulators Customs

:-: To start a spar, the male (or younger participant) extends one arm with a closed fist like they're going to fistbump the opposing participant, the female (or older participant) then extend their opposing arm and grips the other participant directly below the elbow while looking their opponent in the eye. The other participant then follows suit. If the entire process goes well, the two participants locked arms should produce faint whisps of Mentasium (see below for description) of their respective mental energy color.

:-: When two Mental Manipulators meet they do not make eye contact right away, for it can be seen as an attack on their consciousness. Instead they avoid looking each other in the eye until one gives the signal (a light shrug of the shoulders while looking directly at the other Mental Manipulator) that it's alright to look each other in the eye now and they trust that the other person isn't hostile. If there is a female then the female always gives the signal.

Mental Manipulators special terms

:-: Mentasium- Mentasim is the physical form of mental energy, it looks like a seamless hologram, partially transparent, bright colored, looks solid, and always gives of the specific color of the M.M who created it.

:-: CMPL CMPL stands for Complete Mental and Physical Linkup. This is something that is similar to how Cynthia and Leon in Fighting For Love And Hope, they can communicate subconsciously with each other, they feel each other's emotions, moods, they share each other's hopes, goals, and dreams, and they understand each other's inner thoughts. Along with those features, they can share each other's physical abilities, like Bree can duplicate her vision and give Jay the ability to see.

Jay felt another conscious brush against his and his head shot up to look around the hallway through his blurry and nearly useless vision, this consciousness was different, unusual even. Unlike most people who either didn't feel his consciousness brushing against theirs or didn't have an active energy that signaled another Mental Manipulator; this one had a very lively consciousness which could only mean one thing, there was another Mental Manipulator at this school.

The other Mental Manipulator retreated away from Jay and vanished. But Jay felt excitement spike through him, he had never met another Mental Manipulator before. He had been told that he could be one of the last ones, due to the special talents needed for a Mental Manipulator's active abilities. His ability required massive amounts of natural self-control, a nearly always clear mind, an incredible amount of intellect, and being strong-willed, which made it hard for the ability to surface when the super abilities surfaced when someone reached ten years old.

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Bree released a deep breath as she turned a corner of the hallway, excitement tingling in her feet as she limped (Yup, not paralyzed in this one) toward her math class, There's another mental manipulator around, I didn't think there was any left besides me and Brittany! A cheery smile spread across her lightly freckled face, I'm not alone anymore!

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Mr. Connor sighed, "Bree I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anyone compatible with your powers to spar with."

Bree shrugged, a bright smile on her face, clearly she wasn't fazed by the absence of mental abilities at the school. "That's okay! I don't mind! I've been the only Mental Manipulator for years!"

"Mental Manipulator?" Holly asked in a questioning voice, "Jay's a Mental Manipulator as well."

"Holly!" Jay hissed at his older sister, "I can speak up for myself!" He narrowed his blue eyes which were bright due to the fact that he could see with his powers active and waiting to be used.

"Really? Come over here Jay," Clark directed as he turned to face the mostly blind student. "What can you do exactly?"

Jay sighed and trudged over to the teacher, keeping his attention on Clark instead of Bree, a signal of respect, if he looked her in the eye it could easily be taken as an attack on her consciousness or a sign that he thought he was better than her. She would have to allow him to before he looked her in the eye. "Most of the everyday normal stuff for someone with my power. I can read minds, judge emotions, communicate mentally with other people, move objects, absorb physical light, sense distress from anywhere up to two miles away, teleport, and create Mentasium weapons and tools."

"Mentasium?"

"It's a mental energy converted into a physical form," Bree responded quickly as she studied Jay, safely avoiding his eyes as well, "it looks like a hologram essentially." Her voice was odd, it contained non of the cheer she was known for, rather she seemed calm, curious, and rather cautious. "Anything else?"

Jay glanced over at her before he fixed his gaze to the left of her head, focusing on the wall behind her, "no."

"Why aren't they looking each other in the eye?" Dove spoke aloud, her blue eyes were confused as she studied how the two Mental Manipulators completely avoided catching each other's eye.

"It's respectful," Bree responded and lightly shrugged her shoulders with her gaze directed at Jay. "When you have mental abilities and so does someone else, you never look them in the eye at first until they give permission. The easiest way to put someone like me out of commission and out cold for a few hours is via a mental attack, which has an easy path when you're looking them in the eye."

"And Bree's a girl," Jay added in a curt tone before he focused his blue eyes on her amber ones.

Bree smirked, "and I'm a girl. Well spotted."

Jay rolled his eyes and Holly giggled slightly while Leon grinned and chuckled under his breath.

Fin nudged Leon, "what does that have to do with anything?"

Leon smirked and nodded toward his brother, "Mental Manipulators hold girls in a higher standard than boys, if Jay had looked Bree in the eye without her permission she could've either slapped him, knocked him out, or given him a migraine the size of Godzilla. Just like how girl Physical Adaptors have to wait for a boy Physical Adaptor to start the conversation if a guy involved in the conversation."

Jay ignored Fin and half the class staring at him open-mouthed and instead focused on Bree. "What're your powers?"

Bree's amber eyes lit up with excitement, "I can communicate mentally with other people; move objects; create Mentasium weapons and tools; merge my consciousness with available technology; sense moods, emotions, and silent wants; and merge my mental abilities into my body."

Jay nodded, "cool powers."

Bree smiled, "yours are cool too, I wish I could teleport."

Jay shrugged casually, "meh, it's not something I can use a lot of."

Seers

(Seers, One Of Both Sides World)

Sometimes I dream, of people I've never seen, accidents that never should've happened, events gone wrong, or of situations I never should have experienced. I don't remember much of my childhood beyond small snippets and flashbacks, but I can be certain of one thing. I'm not supposed to be alive, I'm supposed to be dead. Of that I'm quite sure. The dark is where the monsters hide, demons and lost spirits tainted by Ziukas' touch, and the light is where I can have a sense of normalcy inside they abnormal situation. I'm a Seer of the Visionary class, a hibernating gene that came out in me for the first time in a century. I belong to a bloodline of researchers, scientists, and Seers whose abilities were long forgotten and were thought to have lost it's Seer's blood. I can tell you from experience that it hasn't. I've never asked if there are any other Seers, it's been a subject I've mostly forgotten about, but with the new transferring of facilities after my latest vision my curiosity is burning. Hello reader, my name is Hazel, and I am a girl who sees things no other person can ever see, and predict events that will happen in the future. This is my story.

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Seers ~ Seers are humans with special abilities that usually pertain to their senses and or body with a few exceptions. There are seven classes and those are as follows. Visionary, Sonic, Aromatic, Connectional, Physique, Reckless, and Fighter.

Characters

Hazel ~ Visionary

Fox ~ Reckless

Cynthia ~ Sonic Connectional

Leon ~ Physique

Ivory ~ Fighter

Braxton ~ Trainer

Holly ~ researcher/scientist

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Visionary ~ Visionary is the vision centered Seer Class, with visions and dreams of events, accidents, and people who they have never seen before. Visionary Seers are capable of predicting the future through futuristic visions and moments where they can sense that something life changing is about to happen. They can manipulate light into fake objects and can easily mess with what someone sees without it actually being there. They like all Seers can see, be possessed, and be attacked by Ziukas' Monsters.

Sonic ~ Sonic is the sound and hearing centered Seer Class, with abnormally heightened hearing along with the ability to hear and translate for spirits and monsters among other things. Sonic Seers are able to adjust their hearing to expand in a searching radius of a hundred miles, and shrink to be deaf, they can hear whispers from the other side whenever they're near (within 6 yards of a spirit or monster, and they can also work as a connector between a normal person and a spirit, allowing a spirit to speak through them so they can actively hear them. They are the most susceptible to possession by monsters due to their large hearing span and it makes them vulnerable.

Aromatic ~ Aromatic is the nose and scent center Seer Class, with the ability to literally sniff out monsters and spirits, and sense the position of other seers. Aromatic Seers are also keen to herbs and plants, able to tell by scent which plants can be used to heal and hurt and in what way.

Connectional ~ Connectional is the only nonphysical related Seer Class besides Reckless, with it being rare in the first place. It's the bonding of a spirit (usually biologically related) to a normal person or seer of a different class. Connectional Seers have a spirit bonded with them, allowing them to periodically see the other side and find connections that only spirits can find. They can ask the bonded spirit to help and the spirit can move or destroy objects, relay memories from other people to the bonded seer, help judge someone's character, "possess" other people, and force them to tell the truth. Connectional Seers don't always get along with their bonded spirit and sometimes the spirit can try and abandon them, leaving them sick, bleeding from the nose, and constantly vulnerable to a monster's attack.

Physique ~ Physique is not senses centered but rather physical traits in general centered, Seer Class with the ability to run forever and not get tired, not have to eat or drink for days at a time, and naturally have a fit build no matter what. Physique Seers are able to adjust how much their body needs to take in without suffering any consequences, they have nearly endless stamina, can lift almost anything, have thick nearly bulletproof skin, and have a near perfect self-image. They are incredibly confident and rarely speak badly about themselves. They are typically used as meat shields with how strong and resistant they are to injury.

Reckless ~ Reckless is the other mental centered Seer Class with an "Act First, Ask Questions Later" mindset. Reckless Seers have mental abilities that allow them to protect others, they can create transparent shields, see patterns others don't sense, refrain from injury when acting recklessly, and immediately how someone's mind works.

Fighter ~ Fighter is a rare, agility, flexibility, and being aware of oneself centered Seer Class with the ability to jump six feet into the air, instinctively fight in any fighting style, and never get injured when fighting. Fighter Seers are incredibly flexible and agile, seeming to be normal except weighing about thirty pounds despite the muscle and normal healthy appearance; they can use any object as a weapon; fight underwater and hold their breath for over half an hour; almost see a fight in slow motion and react accordingly; and fight twenty people at once without breaking a sweat. They are able to fight forever, fighting "recharges their batteries" and instead of losing energy they gain energy when fighting

Translating

Cynthia's blue eyes glazed and distanced, her eye color changing to icy blue, but she did speak, working as a way for the spirit to speak to the others. "I have been trapped here for many years," she said, her voice rather rough and raspy, "held her against my will and poked and prodded by the scientist's who's technology can somehow touch me."

Hazel looked sadly over at the wandering spirit who she could see was talking to her, opening its mouth and speaking with the words being heard through Cynthia's unique ability. "I understand," she said softly, "I've been a lab subject for many years myself."

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Lost Brother

"Miles?" Cynthia's voice was weak and shaky as she looked wildly around the black monster goo covered walls, "Miles?!" The Sonic Connectional Seer was beginning to panic, she couldn't contact her bonded spirit, and the others could see how badly it was affecting her.

Hazel let her sword fall to the ground and out of her grasp, Cynthia lost her bonded brother? She narrowed her eyes, looking directly at Cynthia and focusing hard, trying to see if she could get a glimpse of the future and if Miles was there or not. Nothing happened, she couldn't get a glimpse due to how delicate the situation already was.

"Miles! Where are you?!" Cynthia stumbled to her feet, turning around and looking everywhere and listening carefully to try and find her brother's spirit. A moment later she put her hand to her nose, finding blood stain her fingers and begin to trickle down her already bloody face.

Hazel could only be helpless and watch as Leon managed to get to his feet with his bloodied up leg and limp over to Cynthia before he pulled his girl into his arms and let her cry and wail. Miles is gone? Did the monsters kill him? I thought spirits couldn't die?

"Miles!" Cynthia howled into the air before she shoved her face into Leon's shirt and kept wailing her brother's name, "Miles! Nooo!"

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Ivory, Thank You

Hazel walked into the gym area of the facility and almost smiled, Ivory wouldn't pry, she wouldn't push her to talk about what was bothering her if she didn't want to tell her. Hazel set down her jacket and water bottle on a bench and watched Ivory, her gaze still slightly distant, still troubled by what she had seen in a vision after Fin's latest prank.

Ivory was standing in an instinctive boxing stance in front of a punching bag, her light blonde bangs partially sticking to her face and partially tucked behind one ear, wearing black and gray camo cargo shorts and a dark blue tank-top with her hands wrapped in leather strips half way down her lower arm. She had black earbuds in her ears, focused purely on the bag in front of her, something her Seer Class Made her do.

Hazel couldn't remember the last time she had seen Ivory actually sleep, and unlike Cynthia who had to get a shot of glucose to energize her every morning from her insomnia, Ivory just didn't seem to sleep. Although, as the brunette thought about it she supposed that it was because she could get more energy fighting and training than she could from a full night of sleep. Hazel watched Ivory throw a few sharp, accurate punches and found herself silently wishing she could fight that well, that would help her prevent Fin's stabbing, wouldn't it? Not only that but she hadn't seen Ivory be influenced by the monsters before, unlike each of the others including herself. Cynthia had locked herself in a freezer, the only way to kill her bonded spirit was to freeze both of them to death; Leon had snapped and nearly drank antifreeze, Fox had almost driven himself insane, and Hazel herself had nearly blinded herself. Ivory was practically the perfect Seer, and the oldest in the group.

"You seem to have something on your mind," Ivory's cool voice startled Hazel so bad that the brunette nearly collided with a nearby treadmill. The blonde had taken out her earbuds and hung them around her neck, now looking at Hazel with curiosity.

"Oh, yeah," Hazel admitted with a sigh and walked over to her before giving the punching bag a half-hearted punch, feeling the impact in her wrapped hand as she did so. "Doesn't everyone though? This place is falling apart, monsters are reigning free and the scientists can't contain them. I mean we already had to use Jay's special ability to save Holly and Braxton's lives."

"You mean binding them to a Seer Class?" Ivory asked, making sure she was following along as she kept the punching bag from swinging and staying out of Hazel's personal business, "We had to, Leon looked like he was going to start bawling like a baby when Cynthia told us Holly had been attacked and a monster had jammed a shard of glass into her chest. Not to mention that it gives them a fair fight, both of them have experience with Seers already, and they know how to act normal, so they can sneak us past security if need be to get out of here and locate the rift."

Hazel couldn't help but agree and slowly punched the punching bag a few more times, seeing the reason in the blonde's words. "How come you're so logical and calm?" She asked after a few moments, wishing she could be as unfazed by everything as Ivory was. "You're unfazed by all of this."

Ivory chuckled slightly, "I'm calm because I know that after enough training and practice we'll be able to kick Ziuka's sorry butt, close the rift, and learn to protect the humans and live our lives. I know we'll all be alright and that the relationships we make will be forever. That's why I'm so calm Hazel, I don't live with one foot in the future, I have both feet stuck firmly in the present and that's how I'm going to live for the rest of my fighting life." Her leaf green eyes turned a little soft, "have you ever thought that your glimpses of the future are what makes you so stressed and worried?"

Hazel blinked in surprise at the thought and mulled it over, thinking hard about it. She supposed that what Ivory said was true, she did get more stressed and worried about everything when she had a vision or a glimpse into the future. Maybe not when she saw glimpses of her friends happy and two of them being a couple or whatever, but she did worry a heck of a lot more after seeing something like she saw today.

"What did you see today?" Ivory asked in a gentle tone, "usually Braxton can't force you to train in here and yet here you are."
Hazel hesitated, who wanted to hear about her ridiculous vision about Fin falling from the scaffolding at the unfinished relaxation center of the facility? It sounded like a scene from a horror movie and she didn't want to think about it.

Ivory seemed to since she didn't want to think about it, "how about we just train? I'll teach you some moves that you can use to help us all and defend yourself."

A grateful smile lit up Hazel's features and she nodded, the thoughts plaguing her about her vision vanishing at the idea of being able to defend herself better and protect her friends.

Heartfelt Confession, But Rejection Is The Only Thing In Store

(Cinderleaf Wilds World)

Holly -

Cynthia, Leon -

Holly stared at Cynthia as the wild pinned her against the wall, leaning over so that she was more Holly's height. "Cindy, what are you doing?" She asked in confusion staring at her as the wild lowered her head and gave a cat-like snuffle, the air from her nose tickling Holly's neck near her collarbone. "Okay," she said, emphasizing the first syllable, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I've got things to do." Her face screwed up into an uncomfortable one as Cynthia stepped closer and one of her black cat ears brushed against Holly's ear and jaw, what was she supposed to do in this position?

Cynthia seemed to be deeply inhaling her scent, her arms placed next to both sides of Holly's head, her nose brushing against the paler girl's skin. Her muscles were relaxed, vastly different from the status she had seen her in earlier where she looked tenser than a boulder.

"Cyndy," Holly cautiously pushed her friend a little and used a nickname, trying to make her listen, "I have things to do and I don't have time to sit around…" Her voice fell flat when Cynthia, in response to her saying her nickname, lightly nipped at Holly's neck, a loud purr rumbling through the feline wild's body from head to toe.

"Of course you do," Cynthia purred and nuzzled Holly's neck like a cat, silently marking Holly using her own scent, it would turn away other wilds from getting too close and it would keep any of the males away from her, leaving the blue-eyed girl with nobody to compete against. "You always have time for me, she rumbled softly, resting her forehead on Holly's shoulder.

Holly furrowed her eyebrows at the wild's absence of English, "er, what do you mean?"

"You always have time for the people you love," Cynthia purred, lowering her arms and looping them loosely around Holly's waist and tugging her to her in a gentle embrace. "And I love you, so you have to have time for me," Cynthia responded and lifted her head to look at her, blue eyes glittering softly in the dimmer dorm lights. Cynthia closed her eyes and purred, nudging her nose against Holly's, she looked like she wanted a kiss from her, like she was happy being this close to her, but she wanted a kiss. "Right?"

Holly's green eyes were huge as she stared at Cynthia with a slack jaw, what had her friend gotten into that drove her this insane?! "Cindy, what are you talking about and what in the wide world are you on?"

Cynthia's blue eyes opened and she looked confused, "nothing, I'm not on anything, I just want a kiss from you," she replied in a rumble laced with confusion, "why'd you say that?"

Holly gave her a weird look, "because you're acting like your crazy."

Cynthia frowned, "I'm not crazy, I just want to get a kiss from the girl I'm in love with. Is that against the rules?"

Holly blanched, "Cynthia, it's against social rules yeah! You're supposed to be with a guy!"

Cynthia looked hurt and took a step back releasing Holly's waist and letting her arms hang at her sides, "What? Why? I don't like any of them! I like you!" She whined, hurt and confusion glinting in her blue eyes, "I love you!" the wild exclaimed in a rumble, "I want to be with you!"

Holly shook her head, "Cyndy, you clearly don't know what you're saying-"

"I love you!" Cynthia insisted, "I love you Holly! I don't want a guy!"

Holly pushed Cynthia back finally, although it made Cynthia stumble and nearly fall backward, "Cindy," she said stiffly, "I have things to do and I need to get to work on them."

Neither wild noticed Leon walking in and his expression immediately changed to worried and concerned.

Cynthia though wasn't leaving without getting what she wanted, the wild wanted a kiss from Holly really badly and she was going to get it. Hopefully. "I just want a kiss!" Cynthia rumbled, her blue eyes a little more hurt, "it'll only take a few seconds!"

Holly slipped out of Cynthia's grip, "Cynthia no! I'm not kissing you, you need a guy, it's how the rules work. Plus you're clearly under the influence of something with how strange all of your actions are!"

Cynthia caught her wrist, her blue eyes now glinting faintly with tears, "I don't like the rules!" she whimpered, "I love you Holly-"

"Cynthia stop it," Holly forced her to let go, "you're not in your right mind!"

Cynthia flinched like she had slapped her, "I am! I know what I'm doing!"

Holly narrowed her green eyes, "Cynthia I will not kiss you under any circumstances, you have a partner already and you need to end up with a guy." She pretended not to notice Cynthia's hurt expression at her sentence, "now I have things better to do than stand here and argue with you about how there is no way in StarClan I'm kissing you."

Cynthia's expression fell from the hurt expression to a kicked puppy expression and didn't say anything even as she stumbled back a few more steps, tears welled in her blue eyes and Holly continued, her next commented effectively ended their encounter.

"I don't feel the same way Cynthia, you're my friend and brother's partner, nothing more." Holly said stiffly, refusing to look at Cynthia's expression, fearing she would give her a look she wouldn't be able to handle. And when she glanced at her a few moments later when Cynthias didn't reply she had been right.

Cynthia was staring at her with an expression that broke her heart, Holly's words had clearly shaken the wild to her core. She looked like Holly had taken the wild's heart and soul and smashed it to shards, leaving her to fruitlessly pick up the pieces while cradling her bruised pride and wounded wild close to her shattered heart. Holly's throat closed up, Cynthia's expression told her that she had pulled the world out from under her feet and left her behind to find her way back while trying to find all of the shards of her now broken heart.

Cynthia blinked like she was refocusing and lifted one of her hands to touch her wet cheeks before she looked blankly at the wetness on her fingertips, not understanding why she was barely crying. She then looked back at Holly and spoke hoarsely, "b-but I love you," she stumbled over the English words, her wild brain was having issues communicating via non Wild's Language. "I love you Holly…" More tears welled in Cynthia's blue eyes, threatening to escape, "w-what did I do to d-deserve th-this?"

Holly couldn't speak, unable to say a word as she watched her friend fall apart in front of her.

Cynthia abruptly bared her teeth as her wild fought for control, wanting to hurt Holly for what she had just done to her, but Cynthia instead used her wild's anger to snarl at her, "What Did I Do!" She roared in the wild's language, "WHAT DID I DO WRONG!"

Holly just stared at her, unable to find a reply to the falling apart wild.

Cynthia's entire body shook as she roared, expressing her hurt and anger in a dangerous mix, "I DID NOTHING BUT LOVE YOU! AND STILL YOU REJECTED ME!"

Holly watched as her brother swiftly ran over and yanked Cynthia back by the waist when she lunged forward, trying to push Holly against the wall to potentially scratch or punch her.

Cynthia struggled in Leon's grasp, roaring and raging like a wild animal, thrashing in his grip as he pulled her back and away from the person who had just smashed her heart. "Let me go! She hurt me! She refused me again!" Cynthia's face was reddened, and Holly could see how badly she was crushed by Holly's words by the faint light blue swiftly pulsating vein in the right side of the wild's neck as she thrashed in Leon's grip, and strained all of her muscles in her attempts to get free and to roar her pain for the rest of the world to hear.

"Cindy, calm down," Leon grunted as he toppled over and promptly flattened her to the groundbyn accident before he pinned her arms and legs down, "you have to calm down! We don't want anyone hurt!"

"Why?! She broke me!" Cynthia roared, struggling just as hard as before.

Leon's amber eyes softened as she struggled, noticing the tears threatening to escape her blue eyes and turn her into a blubbering mess from how badly Holly had hurt her. "Sunshine," he cooed softly to the roaring and thrashing wild, he gently brushed two of his fingers over one of her cheeks, "just let it out, don't try and hide behind your anger, it'll only make you feel worse."

Holly watched as Cynthia's leaned slightly into Leon's touch and stopped the roaring, her blue eyes now swimming with tears.

"It's okay to cry," Leon soothed, doing what he could to calm her down and get her to actually release her emotions instead of building up a wall around them. "I'll be here to comfort you."

Holly watched with a heavy heart as Cynthia took one look at Leon's face and burst into tears. She stopped struggling and simply flopped back against the floor as she started blubbering, sobbing heartbrokenly.

Leon pulled her gently into a sitting position and tucked her into his broad frame holding his partner to his body and listening to her bawl and blubber, unable to stop now.

Holly turned and started toward her room, the sound of Cynthia blubbering into her brother's chest ringing in her ears.

Finally, Our New Home

(Told in Hannah's view, but it's from Mothering Her Siblings World)

Hannah passed the main area and noticed imeaditely the black haired girl laying on a hastily placed recliner with it reclined fully and one arm thrown over her eyes with a blanket spread out over her. Who's she? She wondered curiously and assumed it was one of the new residents of the new area of the multihouse, but she couldn't help but wonder who of the new group was going to the college and school parts in general. It was highly unlikely the girl on the recliner was, she looked rather sick, and her stomach was swelling a little oddly, abnormal for someone with her build and stature. Then a thought struck her and she couldn't help but smile, maybe there was a family moving in? She loved kids, they were amazing, and yet she hadn't seen any for a while, a little over a year since she had seen her younger brother. She was tempted to go over to the girl and ask her if she had brought a family with her, but the question was answered hardly a second later as the front door was pushed open.

"Miles, you and Sage take those to our area of the multihouse while I get your sister," A blonde man about nineteen close to twenty walked in through the door with a young boy asleep in one arm and a rather giddy looking five year old clinging to one of his pant legs. "I did set up the bed in one of the rooms so she should be able to sleep there without being woken up every time one of us bring things into here."

"On it," the fifteen year old boy behind him said, his arms loaded with a few boxes, "Sage has the blankets and pillows, do you want us to put those next to the bed so she can choose the one she wants?"

The blonde glanced at the apparently dozing girl on the recliner and furrowed his eyebrows in thought before his expression cleared and he shook his head, "no, she's woozy enough without having to try and find something, just put a few pillows on the bed and spread out the lion comforter."

"Okay, come on Sage, you too Lily!" Miles lead the way up the short set of stairs to the new group's section of the multihouse, leading a brunette and the five year old blonde behind him.

Meanwhile, the other blonde gently put down the sleeping toddler in his arms next to the girl dozing in the recliner who groaned in discomfort as the toddler nestled against her side and she lifted her arm to look blurrily at what was now touching her.

The blonde smiled the girl and gently brushed her bangs from her face, "feeling any better Sunshine?"

She made a grumpy noise at first before she actually spoke, her voice rather rough and tired. "Not really, I told you I didn't want to fly. You don't fly after three months unless you want to be sick and ill Leon."

Hannah smiled, her assumption had been correct, and she couldn't wait to introduce herself even more now.

"Hey, I didn't decide one how we were traveling, that was Firen." Leon defended himself, sitting in the arm of the recliner his companion was laying on with a soft smile.

"Your the one who didn't tell him I was pregnant," the girl mumbled, "I've been pregnant for five months Leon, it's not that hard to remember."

Leon laughed and leaned over, pressing a kiss to the girl's forehead before sitting back up, "well how about we get you to a darker and quite room so you can sleep without the sounds of everyone moving things in here from the truck."

The girl prevented him from sitting up completely and sluggishly pulled him down into a short kiss before she let him go and groaned grumpily, "the world spins enough by itself Leon…"

"Yes but I can get you some medication we were given for this and you can sleep the day away," Leon shrugged and smiled at her, the affection he held for the girl gleaming in his amber eyes.

Hannah's lips twitched into a bright smile and she watched for a few moments moments as the girl groaned and instead closed her eyes and let the toddler snuggle up to her. However, Leon prodded her a moment later and Hannah's smile widened.

"Come on Sweetheart, you're going to be woken up every few moments from the noises and then you're going to be cranky later."

"Ugh fine," The girl exclaimed, "but I'm not going anywhere otherwise unless you want me to puke on you, the world's spinning pretty bad for me."

Hannah watched as the girl tentatively and slowly sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose in the process. She noticed an opportunity to help when Leon pulled one of the girl's arms around his shoulders and the girl groaned, looking rather pale and slightly green. "Hey, want some help?" SHe asked kindly and quickly approached them, noticing the rather nauseous expression on the girl's face, "I can help you get her up the stairs faster so she can lie down."

Leon smiled gratefully at her, "sure, I'd welcome the help and I'm sure Cynthia won't mind."

"Yes, I totally won't mind a random stranger touching me," Cynthia snapped at him before she groaned, really looking like she was going to puke in a minute.

"Too bad I'm telling her to help," Leon told Cynthia firmly, "you honestly look like your going to vomit at any second and I don't want to spend my morning cleaning up the floor when I already have to empty the truck and set up your siblings' bedrooms."

Hannah carefully pulled Cynthia's other arm around her shoulders and she and Leon carefully started taking Cynthia toward the stairs, supporting almost all of her weight for her. "My name's Hannah, she introduced herself with a smile, "what about you two?"

Leon smiled in response, "Leonardo Bramble and Cynthia Lawson," he introduced them both.

"Ah," Hannah smiled, "I noticed the ring, you two married?"

Leon laughed, "Engaged, and Cynthia probably won't change her name anyway, she's too independant to change her last name."

Hannah chuckled at the idea, "I can tell she's pretty independant." She was startled when the toddler who had been on the armchair squeezed past her, went up a stair above them, and held onto Cynthia's leg, whining.

"Mama," He whined, shoving his head into her leg and grasping at her jeans, "I tired…"

Cynthia groaned and hung her head slightly, clearly fighting the dizzy spell she was still under and trying to not vomit on the hard wood stairs and speak at the same time.

Hannah's eyes widened, now she hadn't expected that, or more like she had but she was still pretty surprised. The toddler was easily three, and Cynthia was what, nineteen?

Leon looked over at Cynthia, waiting to see what she would do before he himself handled the toddler.

Cynthia forced her eyes open and looked blurrily at the toddler clinging to her leg, "I know baby," she spoke to the toddler in a rough but soothing tone, "but I can't carry you right now."

The toddler pushed his head further into Cynthia's pants and whined some more, threatening to cry. "Mama! I wan you cawy me!"

"I can't," Cynthia told the unhappy toddler, and pulled her arm from around Hannah's shoulders to brush her fingers over the toddler's hair in a clumsy but gentle fashion, "I'm sick Luke, I can't carry you right now."

"Cawy me!" The toddler exclaimed in a slight tantrum fashion, "cawy me mama!" He stomped one of his small feet and looked up at Cynthia with tears welling in his hazel eyes.

The toddler was definitely hers, Hannah reflected as Cynthia clearly tried to soothe Luke without actually carrying him at the current moment, the toddler had called her 'mama' three times, so clearly he thought she was his mother. Now if she really was or not, that was the question.

"I can't Luke, I can barely stand," Cynthia told him, her face was getting paler and greener by the second, "I need to get upstairs buddy."

Luke burst into tears and started bawling, "Cawy me mama! I wan seep!"

Cynthia didn't respond and instead closed her eyes, clearly trying to keep the dizziness away.

Leon took action, "Miles! Come get Luke and get his blanket while I get Cynthia upstairs and get her to take the meds so she can take him to her room!" He called up the stairs over Luke's bawling, "your sister's going to puke on the stairs if you don't hurry!"

Mile quickly appeared at the top of the stairs and rushed down to them before he crouched down and carefully unlatched Luke from Cynthia's leg and carried him up the stairs despite the toddler's bawling that increased in volume as he was taken away from Cynthia.

Who seemed to aburptly have an energy burst as she shot up the stairs like a rocket and toward the bathroom, almost slamming the door behind her.

Leon contined up the stairs with a soft sigh, feeling bad for Cynthia and for Luke at the current moment.

Hannah followed, and couldn't help but ask after a few moments of silence, "Luke?" She asked, implying the question without possibly offending Leon.

Leon shook his head, "Luke's Cynthia's youngest brother, but she's raised him since he was a baby so he calls her mama, Cia and I don't have any kids."

"What about the baby?" She asked, unable to help herself and very curious.

Leon's eyes narrowed for half a second before they relaxed and Hannah was hesitant to hear his answer. "Not mine, and before you ask, no she didn't cheat on me either. Cynthia's had a rough past six months."

Hannah nodded, "sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," she apologized sincerely, "I was just curious, I mean you all seem like a young family, with three siblings, a toddler, and a baby on the way."

Leon laughed, his spirits brought back up by Hannah's comment, "I've been told that more times than I can count." He reached the top of the stairs and went left, toward where Cynthia was standing, leaning against a wall, fighting the dizzy spell with Miles standing next to her with the still bawling Luke in his arms.

Cynthia eventually reopened her eyes and turned to Miles, straightening up and offering her arms to him. Miles gave her Luke and the adult cuddled Luke to her body, softly hushing the toddler and brushing her fingers through his soft blonde hair.

Luke soon quieted, much to Hannah's amazement, and she watched as Cynthia fought through the dizziness and slowly made her way to the room designated as her own with Leon behind her making sure she didn't fall.