Chapter 14 - Liz-POV

It had been half an hour since anyone spoke. Max just kept holding me. Maria moved closer to Michael and held his hand. Isabel had her head rested on Alex's shoulder, tears glitening in her eyes. I couldn't deal with the silence anymore . . . so I broke it.

"I know that finding out what happened in the past was very important for you three, but you have to understand . . . not all fairytales have happy endings."

Michael looked up at me. "Thank you Liz. I always wanted to know who I was . . . who I am now. At least I know that I was honest, I fell for the right girl and did right by her. And that I would give up my own life to save others."

I shook my head at him. "Michael, you knew that already, somewhere deep inside. I think that maybe you just need reminding every now and again. But you have to learn to trust yourself and others."

It fell silent again, until Isabel asked, "So, if we died . . . up there, how are alive now? Here?"

I sighed. This was the bad part. "A group of scientist, who were loyal to the throne and us, started to experiment on our DNA. Or RNA, whatever it was. They wanted us to have a second chance. So they tried to clone us, but nothing worked. It took them fifty years, but they started to use humans as a trial basis. The saw the difference. Human DNA was easier and more compatible to clone. So they tried mixing some together. Unfortunatley it didn't work. They needed something to bridge the gap. So they used something called gandarium. It's like a blue crystal, but it's designed to equalise DNA and RNA. They found compatible DNA and started to clone us.

"However, they got something wrong. They used who they thought was Vilandra's advisor as a test. It worked and the advisor was to come down here and help us understand things. They got the wrong RNA. Instead they cloned Vishna's daughter, and sent her down here with us. She's an enemy. I just hope we find her before we lose everything, all over again."

Max looked up suddenly. "What do you mean Liz?"

"Vishna always suspected that we came to this world, he just didn't have proof. If his daughter us here, then she can summon him and our lives will be in the hands of Khivar."

"What does she look like? Vishna's daughter?" Maria asked.

I blinked trying to remember. "Umm . . . she'd be about my height, blonde, our . . . age . . ." I stopped talking realising something.

"Liz?" Max said.

"The blonde." I whispered. "The blonde at the crash today. I knew she looked familiar, I just couldn't place where I had seen her before. The feelings I got off her . . . cold, empty, dark. And when we were together she was jealous and she hated me!"

Michael suddenly clicked on. "So you think this girl . . . she's Vishna's daughter?"

"She has to be!"

"Okay, so we'll be careful around her and we won't let our guard down." Alex said. "Now, I don't know about you guys, but it has been an emotional day for all of us. I suggest we go our seperate ways, and sleep. I know Isabel has a lot on her mind."

We all agreed with Alex and Max drove us home. We crawled into bed as soon as we got in.

"Liz, I want you to be careful around this girl. She could know about the baby and hurt you. I love you too much to lose you again." Max said to me.

"Max, I'll be fine. I know you don't want to lose me, but I can't just ignore her. However she might try to hurt you. One of her powers is mind-warping. She can make you see things that aren't real. She can control you by it. You have to look after yourself first, Max. Then look out for the rest of us." He tried to interrupt me, but I quickly continued. "You are the one she will likely go after. I'll have to try and remember what the block for her power is. Then we'll be fine."

After that, I fell asleep.

I woke up due to the alarm that was buzzing next my bed. I turned over and realised that Max was nowhere to be seen.

"Max? Honey?" I called out to the apartment. There was no answer. I was starting to get worried. Max always waits until I wake up to go anywhere. Or he wakes me up. Why wasn't he here? I was starting to get worried, so I opened up my mind to him and tried to feel him. Nothing. Now I was terrified. 'Max? Where are you?' I sent out. Still no answer. 'MAX?'

Oh, God. Where was he? Why wasn't he answering?

I was on my way to having a full on panic attack when suddenly I heard him. 'Liz? Are you okay, baby? What's wrong?"

Forget the panic attack. I was seething. 'Maxwell Evans! Where the hell are you?' I screamed at him.

'Calm down, baby. I'm just at the shop getting you some more lemon juice.'

Lemon juice? Fricking lemon juice? He goes out without telling me just for some lemon juice! Oh . . . yeah, I did ask him last night. And I like it at breakfast. Oops. 'Sorry, hun. I was just really worried.'

Then I felt it. I was going to throw up. I ran off into the toilet. 'Ugh. I hate being sick. This is all your fault Max!'

'What? Why is you being sick my fault?'

'Because you were the one who got me pregnant!' I screamed in my head.

'It takes two to tango, babe.' I heard the door open and Max walked in. "Lizzie? Babe, are you okay?" He asked through the toilet door.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and opened the door to glare at him. "I hate being sick." I went back to bed and closed my eyes, falling asleep yet again.