We all looked at him like he should go to a mental institute. We were very confused. How can that be his father? That just didn't make any sense. He was a seventeen-year-old boy. He could not be his father. That was just wrong. The boy in the cloak slowly clapped his hands. He had a big grin on his face. He did not remove his eyes from Tremour. He was quite happy, apparently, to see that Tremour had figured it out. Smith pulled out his blade and got the principal and vice from the ropes and Brady helped them up.

"Good job my son. I am your father and why I'm this young is obvious. Let's see if your friends can figure that out." The cloaked boy said, or should I say man, oh I'll just say Tremour's father!

I started to sense something. What was it? Rod could sense it too. Brady and Smith knew that they had to figure out a way to get the students out of here. They just didn't know how.

I stepped up and I had to speak, "Why don't you tell us what your doing here and what you want!"

Tremour's father replied rather quickly. "I want this school in smoke, along with the middle school. And there's nothing you all can do." Rod took his Gun Blade and leaped at him. That was a bad move on his part. Tremour's father used a psychic ability and stopped him in mid air. He then hurled him into the wall next to him. The wall was concrete and it had to hurt. He fell and didn't move. I ran to him to see if he was ok, but I too got stopped and I went flying past Tremour and the rest of the gang. Rod got up and ran back to the rest of the gang. I landed flat on my back. After realizing what just happened I gave the gang a thumb up in the air to tell them I was ok. Tremour let go a puff of air. He was relieved. Rod walked over to me to help me up.

Rod helped me up and said, "A spell . . . " He spoke up louder to let everyone hear him. " A spell . . . You put a spell on yourself to make yourself to either look or be younger again." He walked me back to the rest of the guys. So that's what we sensed.

"Your friends are smarter then they look, Tremour." Tremour's father said. "Yes, I am now seventeen years old. I have put a spell on myself to be seventeen again. And to top it off I have a bomb set for half an hour to blow this place into next Tuesday!" He gave an insane laugh. The principal and vice got up and made a break for the main office. Tremour's father just let them go.

"There is nothing you guys can do. You won't find them and now if you excuse us . . . " he said. Tremour's dad disappeared in a blink of an eye. Tremour stepped forward as a black shadow engulfed him. I tried to grab him but my hand passed right through him. He then too, was gone.

"Where did he go?" I spurted out.

"We have no time. We have to evacuate the school!" Rod said. Suddenly the principal came over the speakers. He asked everyone to evacuate the building in an orderly fashion. Suddenly a bunch of students came running out of their classes. Brady and Smith started to lead them out while Rod and I went to find the bomb. We walked all around the second floor when we heard an explosion coming from the middle school. Tremour's dad lied to us. There was more than one bomb. The middle and high school was one building. This was going to be a problem. How were we supposed to help the middle and the high school? Smith went to go help the middle school. Rod and I continued our search. The bomb would have to be somewhere in the center of the two schools. The only place there was in the high school cafeteria. So we went. There it was floating there. It was a magic bomb, a floating, glowing ball. It could only be deactivated with a spell. The problem was we didn't know it. How were we supposed to stop it now and where's Tremour?

Tremour woke up a little dizzy. He looked around and he saw his father in the distance. The environment felt familiar to him. It was dark. The room's walls were covered in black, purple and a hint of some green. There were no corners. At least you couldn't tell anyway. Tremour got up. He looked up at his father. He still had the body of a seventeen-year-old. The conversation started.

"So what do you want?" Tremour started.

". . . Just you my son . . . And the school in pieces. You are the dark son of evil you know." Tremour's dad replied.

". . . Don't remind me . . . Say one question, why do I have blonde hair and you have the most pitch black of hair? It just doesn't make any sense." Tremour asked that dumbest question to try to fool around with him and see if there was a flaw in what he was saying. Ya know? Test him around a little.

"That was your mother's hair, the only thing I don't like about you. As soon as you were born, I divorced her."

". . . All because of how I looked?!"

"NO! Because I needed someone to pass my evil to and you were just the person I needed. I needed someone for the shortest of time. Anyway, your mother was such a goody. I then didn't need her so I just left her. And I had the perfect plan for you. You would have to destroy the princess and the downfall was that you fell in love with her! You were supposed to get rid of her!"

"So what are you going to do about it now? You can't hurt me . . . By the way, whatever happened to my mom?" He never knew what happened to his mother. He was pretty much an orphan. My mom was like his mom to him.

"Well, if you have to know, the heartless feed on the darkness on people's hearts. So one day, the heartless were desperate and well, she knows longer exists."

"So they . . . she's dead!" Tremour started to get tears in his eyes. So that's where she was all this time.

"Yep, I'm quite happy she did die." He said as the spell wore off and he went back into his normal two-hundred-year-old body. Tremour took a step forward. That was it. He was not taking any more of this crap. He pulled out a regular blade and charged. The blade went right through him, literally! Like a ghost the blade went through and it didn't do any damage.

"I'm sorry, Son. But you have to be a Key Master to do any damage to me." Tremour's dad said as he countered with an elbow into Tremour's gut. Tremour was a little panicky now. But his father didn't do any more. He just put his hands behind his back and turned around and asked, "Don't you remember this place?"

"No."

"Well you should. This is where you and I lived for the shortest time. What memories we had." Tremour held it in. He wanted to beat his dad head down to nothing. He had lived a long time with me sense he didn't have a parent and he always wondered where they were. And here he hears his own father say he was happy that his wife was dead. Tremour came to one conclusion. He was mad and not the mad where you were upset, but mad as in crazy. His father was a crazy maniac and Tremour wanted to just kill him.

"I taught you the spell I just used. You know, the age decreasing spell." His father said.

"So what."

"You know you just think of whatever you want and it'll just come right in front of you?"

"I don't care. Why did you use that spell any ways?"

"I thought you would know. Oh well, I knew you would recognize me. I also knew you wouldn't recognize me as this old geezer. Besides, I can't live in the real world I'm so old. I'd have to use the spell to stay alive, so what better reason to use it? Don't you remember how to get out of here?" Tremour shook his head very slowly. His eyes fixed on his father.

"Well I'm sure you'll figure it out." Tremour's dad replied. Suddenly a cloud started to form in front of Tremour's father and it showed me and Rod trying to find the bombs. Tremour walked up to the cloud. He tried to call my name but I could not hear him. Tremour's father put his hand on his shoulder.

"See, even your friends ignore you." Tremour's father said.

"Rod is not my friend. But Megan should be able to hear me. This cloud must only allow me to see what's going on." Tremour pushed his father's hand off his shoulder and walkd away from the cloud. His father spoke up to his son.

"I've heard of a misfortune with you and Rod, about something with Rod stabbed you into the school wall. Why, I thought, you would try to put revenge on him. If you need power, I will supply you with all the power you need."

"There has to be a catch!"

"No catch, you just take revenge and then you must join me!"

"As much I want to give him revenge I will not join you!" Tremour clenched his fists. He really found no reason to waste energy so he calmed down. His father dismissed the floating cloud and made a chair appear behind Tremour. His father used a psychic ability and pushed Tremour onto the chair. Weird black energy cuffed his wrists and ankles. Tremour tried to wiggle his way out but the black energy but couldn't budge. He was suddenly scared. His father suddenly made a whip appear. He took a hold of the whip.

"Can you guess where this is going?" Tremour's father asked.

"I don't care I just want out!" That's where it hits him. He thought of a white energy that can get rid of the black energy. Suddenly white energy appeared and eliminated the dark energy. It worked! He jumped out of the chair and the chair disappeared.

"I am very surprised. You learn rather quickly." Tremour's father said sarcastically. But he was not paying any attention. He was thinking of a way out. He thought of a portal that would get them out. It appeared behind his father. He was so excited. He jumped to his father in attack and took him by surprise. The portal was so close that when he went to step back to dodge the attack he fell through and so did Tremour. He looked at his father. Tremour's father got up and was about to attack him when he suddenly felt weak. He took a step and started to feel the effect of being in the real world. He started to decay. He fell to his knees and screamed to the heavens. Tremour closed his eyes and covered his ears. He did not want to see this. He took a peak and saw his father decay into dust. He put his hands down and opened his eyes. Tremour saw the dust blow in his face. Tremour just realized that they were on the first floor in the breeze way. The dust was rough looking but felt soft to the touch. He felt the dust as tears went down his face.

"Forgive me Lord. Forgive me." He said as he wiped away his tears. He never murdered anyone before. He fell to his knees and cried more then he ever had before. He then felt a hand on his left shoulder and he turned around and saw me above him. He tried to hold in his tears. I stooped down and looked at him straight in the eye. He looked at me and put his head down.

"We have to hurry." Rod said. Tremour got up and walked up to him.

"Listen. I forgive you and all about what happened that while ago. I just didn't know if I was positively 100 percent sure of it. All right?" Tremour said. He wiped away his tears. Rod just looked at him and really didn't know what to do. I helped him up and Tremour looked up at me.

"We'll talk after this is over, ok?" I asked him. Tremour nodded. Suddenly we all heard an explosion. Another bomb went off and the ceiling above us started to fall apart. A huge chunk came crumbling down. I pushed Tremour and Rod out of the way. The chunk landed between us. It was huge. It was so big that there was no way to see on the other side. Tremour and Rod were right by the exit door. Tremour went outside to the back. Rod tried to dig into rubble but it was too heavy. Tremour called to Rod.

"Rod, forget it! She's fine! I can still sense her! She is fine! Lets go to the rest of guys up front!" Tremour exclaimed. Rod looked at him then the rubble then at Tremour again. Rod walked away and followed Tremour to the front. Smith saw them coming.

"Hurry up! Where's Megan?" Smith yelled to them. Rod explained everything. Brady went to the front of the school.

"We need to back everyone up into the alleyways. It'll be safer there." Brady spoke up. Smith was way ahead. He told the principal to back everyone up. They all went into the alleyways. Tremour looked at the school and thought of what just happened. Rod walked up to Tremour.

"Do you want to tell me what just happened with your father?" Rod asked.

"I'll tell you when Megan gets out of there, ok?" Tremour replied. Rod nodded. They both looked at the school hoping and praying that I would be ok.

The rubble was hard to move so I let it go. I sensed that Tremour was heading to the front of the school. So I went that way. I turned around and went to the first floor entrance only to see it blocked by more rubble. This place was bound to fall apart. I headed to the second floor exit. I then went to the second floor when I saw someone lying on the floor. I walked to the person and found that it was my little stepsister, Maggie. She looked up at me.

"I got separated from the rest of the group and got lost." She explained to me.

"Don't worry. We will find a way out." I said to her. I picked Maggie up and we walked to the exit only to find it blocked off by rubble. We went the other direction to find its exit was blocked as well. We went to the stair I just came out of, the middle set, and I got this really stupid idea. Half way down the stairway, it would split to go either to the left or to the right. Before you make the turn there is a big, huge window. This window led to the front of the school. Yeah you can guess where I'm going with this. I told Maggie to get on my back. I took my shoes off and told Maggie to hold on to them. She got well adjusted on my back when more of the ceiling started to come apart. It missed us by a hair. I looked at Maggie and she looked at me.

"When I tell you to lean off my back, you lean off, ok?" I told Maggie. She nodded. I went as far back as I could to get a running start. I ran and almost got smashed by rubble. I jumped on the railing. It was kind of like grinding without a skateboard. I slid on the railing on my feet and jumped straight into the window head first. I crossed my arms in front of me in hoping not to get cut up. We bursted out of the window. We were out and falling. I swear time had stopped for a moment. But as soon as it came, it left. We were soon falling and there was only one thing left.

"Lean off my back!" I quickly said. Maggie leaned off a little and the wings came out. Yep, that's right! I have wings! We glided back down to safety at the front entrance. I checked my arms and they were cut up, but at least there was no glass in my arms. We walked away and one big, huge explosion blew. Maggie and I were forced forward quite a few yards. That one must have been the master bomb, the one that would destroy the school for good. Maggie landed a few feet away from me. She just walked away from it. I got up and looked at what was left of the school. There was hardly anything there left to look at. I felt my body feel weak. I sat up on my knees and took a breather. The ambulance came and checked me out. They rapped my hands and arms up in bandage rapping. It actually looked more like a cool fashion statement then anything else. Tremour came running up to me and checked me out. Rod came up and watched him. I grabbed a hold of Tremour's hand and stopped him from checking on me.

"I'm fine." I said to them. I got up and walked up to Maggie to make sure she was ok. She was fine as well. I looked at the grounds of the high school. I walked up to where the entrance was. I just couldn't believe it. It happened so fast. The wind blew from behind and it was soft. The wind just made you want to fall to your knees. Now I knew how the people in New York felt when the Twin Towers collapsed. There was nothing there. My heart sank. I couldn't believe anything like this would happen. I looked at what was left and couldn't believe what just happened. This man that no longer lived had destroyed our school. Rod and Tremour walked up to me. They knew I had wings. They knew most of my secrets. They knew pretty well. I dismissed my wings and they magically disappeared.

"You ok?" Tremour asked. He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah." I said quietly. I didn't really pay much attention. I thought of the heartless, but they got what they wanted. The school had been turned to dust. They had won. They got what they wanted. Our principal walked up to us and looked at the damage.

"It's official. We're leaving after the Fourth of July. We are leaving for the temple. We have until then to get ready." Our principal said as we looked at the dust rise from the floor. It had finally come. We would soon find out who the Key Blade Master was.

Ok, you guys are probably a little confused about how to tell the difference between a Key and Blade Master. So let me explain the basics. A master of any sort either has the ability of the blade, physical, or key, magic. The Key is not a Key without magic. If it doesn't have magic then it's a blade. Keys have the ability to destroy heartless. Keys can only work with Key Masters. If you were a Blade Master then it would just act as a normal blade and you couldn't destroy a heartless. Being a Key Master or a Blade Master is also genetic. If your parents were one Key and one Blade then it would be a draw and it would be fifty-fifty. If both were Key or if both were Blade then it was obvious. The Keyblade was a great secret because we didn't know how you became one. Did you become a Keyblade Master when you had one Key Master and Blade Master as parents? We had no clue.

How we know if you are key or blade is quite simple. When you are discovered by a Key Master, sense they are the only ones who can tell, he or she will train you. A Key Master is best sense they have the advantage over both abilities. If you can't control it, then you are a Blade Master. If you can control magic power then you are a Key Master. I am currently not teaching anyone and hope I don't have to.

Why we were waiting to see the temple was because of scheduling problems. This was a secret mission and no one except Key and Blade Masters, I, the crystal court, and Cindy knew. We couldn't just leave in the middle of school and expect no one was going to be a bit suspicious. So we knew we had no choice. We had to leave to find this temple and find out whom the Keyblade Master was.

We all started to make fun of each other saying that one of us was the Keyblade Master. Our suspicions leaned to Smith, Rod, Brady and Tremour. We started saying that Smith was the Keyblade Master since he beats Rods in duels, mortal duels. But then I just thought that he kept winning because he was older. But it didn't make sense that Smith was Blade and Rod was Key and yet Rod managed to lose every time, or at least tie. Key has the advantage over Blade. Then again this was Rod we were talking about.

We joked and said that Brady was the one because of thinking he was trying to come up with a way for Blade Masters to control magic. He may make a break through. Yeah, maybe is the key word. We thought Rod was the Keyblade Master sense he was very good with magic and attack. He was quite strong. He was only sixteen. He was probably the strongest on the team. But maybe it could've been Tremour. He was one of those people that seem mysterious at first. He, for a short time, was able to command heartless. This did seem like the perfect ability a Keyblade Master would have, or at least the evil side of the Keyblade Master. That thought scared me. I mean the time we found out he could control heartless was when he was at the most depressing point in his life. He had no parents and he pretty much lived with Cindy and me. He didn't have friends when we first met in this life and he was lost. He went to darkness. He eventually got out. I helped him and now for some reason Tremour, again, is back to depression. But this time he has some new friends.