Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in quite a long time but I hope no one's lost any interest. I've taken time to improve my writing style (I think) and the real lot should start in this chapter. Hopefully you'll enjoy it :)

"Sophie! What on earth are you-"

"Zhalia, this really isn't that time for your questions, especially since I have no answers," Sophie grunted as she shifted her position to ease the weight of the stranger on her. "Just help me get her inside."

"Yes ma'am," Zhalia commented sarcastically before grabbing the unconscious girl's legs and carrying her over to the sofa. "God! How much does this girl weigh?"

"Hey! No complaining! I just had to carry her by myself all the way over here!" Sophie snapped as she slumped onto the armchair in relief.

"Zhalia, who-" Lok paused as he took in the sight of the bruised stranger. He glanced at Sophie's blood covered clothes then at Zhalia before turning around. "Dante? You might want to see this!"

Dante frowned as he stared at the girl. Her bruises and cuts had been attended to by Lok and Sophie and a simple blanket covered her frail body as she lay on their sofa.

"So, you found her bleeding in a factory?" He asked. Sophie nodded. "Is there anything else to this story?"

"Not really. All she said was 'help me' and then she collapsed. I dragged her over here and...well you know the rest."

"I wonder how she got so bloody," Lok mused, a small frown tainting his face.

"Could she be a seeker?" Zhalia asked.

"Highly doubt it," Dante replied.

"But she could be. You're not denying it, just doubting it."

"The only way we'll find out is from her," Dante sighed tiredly as he rubbed his temples. "We'll need to question her when she wakes up."

Lok shifted uncomfortably before raising a point that was on everyone's mind.

"What if...what if she's comatose? I mean, the damage she's had to endure looks pretty tough. Especially on someone that looks as...fragile as her."

"Way to set the mood, Lok," Zhalia muttered.

"What? I'm just saying!"

"Looks like we'll never have to cross that bridge," Sophie commented. "She's moving."

All four pairs of eyes were trained on the blonde girl as she slowly woke up before gasping at the sight of the strangers. She immediately cowered beneath her blanket, small tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Please, don't hurt me," She whimpered. Zhalia rolled her eyes.

"Pathetic."

Dante shot her a warning look before facing the stranger. He smiled comfortingly.

"Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you. We're your friends. I'm Dante. This is Lok, Sophie and Zhalia," He pointed to each of his team mates in turn before turning back to the blonde. "What's your name?"

"Rebecca."

"That's lovely," Sophie smiled. "Can we call you Becca or anything else that you prefer?"

The blonde shook her head.

"It's Rebecca."

"Oh."

"So, Rebecca, can you tell us anything about yourself?" Dante asked.

"Well, my name is Rebecca Miller. My parents are James and Alesha Miller and I'm the sole heiress to the Miller fortune."

Zhalia's eyebrows shot up at that piece of inofrmation.

"Miller? I've heard of them. Don't you own some oil somewhere or something?"

Rebecca nodded.

"My father owns a shed load of oil which makes us extremely rich in the USA where we live."

"Then what are you doing in England?"

"My father is on diplomatic visit so he brought me and my mother along too."

"And how did you end up like," Sophie gestured her blood and bruises. "This?"

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut before sighing in defeat.

"I can't remember much apart from being thrown into somewhere, a car boot I think, and running. There definitely was a lot of running. And some men in suits."

Dante and Zhalia shot a worried look with each other.

"You don't think..."

"The Organization?"

"Yeah."

Lok's eyes widened.

"You mean the Organization were the ones after her? But...but what would they want with an ordinary person?"

Sophie's eyes narrowed.

"Unless she isn't ordinary..."

Dante faced the blonde, his expression deadly serious.

"Is the name 'Boltflare' or 'Hyperstride' familiar to you, by any chance?"

Rebecca shook her head. Sophie leant over to Dante and whispered.

"What if she hasn't been taught that she's a Seeker or doesn't know yet?"

"She should know. After all, her powers should've manifested somehow by now."

Zhalia sighed.

"Does the word 'Seeker' ring any bells in that blonde little head of yours?"

Again, Rebecca shook her head. Sophie glared at the blue haired woman who shrugged.

"What? The best way to get answers is to get to the point. And fast."

Lok rolled his eyes.

"Alright, so she isn't a seeker. Then why would the Organization want a common person?"

"Common?" Rebecca spluttered. "Are you not listening to me? I am in no way common and neither is my family's name. So don't call me 'common' ever again or I shall call Daddy and tell him to punish you lot."

Sophie raised an eyebrow at the outburst.

"Well, we know that someone's a spoilt brat. Does that help?"

"Excuse me? Don't talk to me like I'm not here. I am!"

"Look Rebecca," Zhalia stepped in. "We're trying to help you so it would be great if you could lose the attitude."

The blonde gasped.

"How dare you speak to me like that! Daddy will not be pleased."

Zhalia threw her hands up in defeat.

"Does anyone else feel like gagging her right now?"

"Zhalia, you're not helping," Dante stated in a firm voice. "Now, Rebecca, is there anything else you're not telling us? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Rebecca thought about it for a moment before grinning.

"Well, my family is filthy rich-"
"What a surprise," Sophie muttered.

"-And we have the Miller fortune and treasures which includes the Alcina jewels."

Sophie jerked up in surprise.

"The Alcina jewels?"

Rebecca nodded which caused the red head's mouth to drop open.

"They exist? They're not a myth then..."

Lok frowned.

"Myth? What are you talking about?"

"Yes, Sophie. Please do enlighten us," Zhalia added.

"Alcina is a part of Greek Mythology and her story isn't as famous as others."

"Like the story of Hercules," Lok chimed in.

Sophie nodded.

"If my memory serves me right, then Alcina was a sorceress. Her beauty was astounding. Kings, Princes, Dukes and Noblemen of all kind came from all four corners of the world to admire her beauty. And Alcina wasn't modest about her power in that department. She had a boyfriend or lover more times than when Zhalia makes a snarky comment."

"Oi!"

Lok tilted his head.

"So a lot of times?"

"Definitely."

Zhalia elbowed Lok in his ribs and Sophie ignored his yelp of pain.

"So she got around a lot," Dante frowned. "Did she do anything else besides break hearts?"

"She did a lot more than break hearts," Sophie snorted. "Everytime she got tired of her lover, she'd turn him into a tree or stone or something which amused her."

"There goes gratitude for you," Zhalia murmured.

"What has that got to do with the Alcina jewels?" Dante asked.

"Where do you think she got her powers from?" Sophie asked calmly. Rebecca bolted upright.

"You mean that those jewels have magical powers? That is awesome!"

"Not so much."

Dante eyed the red head warily.

"What do you mean?"
"When Alcina was about to die, she placed a curse on her jewels. Now, no book has actually specified on what the curse is exactly but I'm guessing it's bad."
"Aren't curses normally bad?" Lok pointed out.

"Anyway, I'm guessing the Organization somehow found out about the Alcina jewels and they want their hands on it."
"Which is why they were after her!" Lok added, finally catching on. Sophie glanced at the blonde.

"She's in a lot more trouble than we thought."

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