After a couple of hours on the back of the bike, Felicity began wondering if they were going to stop for gas. They've ridden for hours and hours...the landscape had once been hilly and farms were abundant and was now flat and she figured she hadn't seen a building or another vehicle pass them for over an hour. Where the hell were they? She was exhausted, her body ached from being jostled around on the back of a sport bike, hunched behind this absolute stranger who whisked her away from her home town.

She had a lot of time to think about what she had done, but by this point there seemed no way out. She figured her life was basically worthless anyway, so what would it matter if he did just kill her and leave her there? Was she even afraid of this possible outcome? What the hell possessed her to leave home anyway?

Oh yeah. Jessie. That prick.

A surge of anger suddenly overtook her and she silently vowed to end him.

The bike began winding down and she realized they were braking. She shifted her head, a hundred times heavier with the helmet, and peered around Alister to see why they were stopping.

A freaking plane was parked in a field. In the middle of nowhere there was a plane.

As she tried to wrap her head around this, and the sudden terrifying idea that maybe she had somehow accidentally joined the mafia, a ramp slid out of the cargo area in the back of it and Alister accelerated enough to hurdle up it. Felicity shrieked and clung to him tighter. He laughed.

"Scare you?" He taunted. She didn't reply but he knew he had embarrassed her.

Once the bike was safely parked next to two other motorcycles in the cargo area, Alister pulled his helmet off and dismounted. Felicity removed her helmet too, and shook her hair out. An armored hand appeared in front of her, and it wasn't Alister's. She looked up into huge sky blue eyes and a mess of brown hair.

"Oh dun tell me that Alister's gone 'n scared yah. Ah'm Valon. Third Swordsman uv DOMA."

"Um. Hi, Valon."

"Lemme help you off tha' bike." Without warning, Valon put his arms around Felicity and lifted her off and set her on her feet. He was surprised at the shock on her face.

"Ah you okay?" He asked worriedly.

She furiously nodded, because she couldn't trust herself to speak. It had been bad enough hanging onto Alister that whole time on the motorcycle, but for this guy to just literally grab her off! What the hell?!

"Don't touch her," came yet another gruff voice. This guy was a blonde, and looked like he just spent the last ten years lifting weights in prison. He could break a twig like her in half if he wanted!

"You need to learn how to respect people's personal space, Valon," he scolded. To Felicity, he said, "I'm Rafael."

"Hi...I'm Felicity. Most people call me City."

Alister raised an eyebrow. She hadn't told him that.

Whatever.

Felicity was feeling quite overwhelmed and faint, and, though she didn't want to admit it, hungry. Fortunately the men led her to the seating area and she gratefully collapsed in a window seat. The plane was very small, and only held twelve seats, which were more than enough for their motley crew. She wondered where the pilot was when Rafael opened the door to the cockpit and disappeared.

Glancing around, avoiding eye contact with either Valon or Alister, Felicity noted the plane seemed to be an old WWII plane. It was sparsely furnished: the utilitarian seats were upholstered in dingy brown vinyl, the floor was bare metal, and the walls and windows were held together with massive rivets. She briefly wondered if it was safe, then dismissed the thought. Who cared? Whether it crashed or landed safely at wherever "Dartz" was, she was on a plane with a bunch of strange men for...who knows how long. And who knows what's going to happen when they landed? Doesn't really pay to worry about it.

"You alrigh'?" Valon asked her. She shrugged exhaustedly.

A bottle of water was thrust in front of her. She glanced up at Valon before accepting it.

"Thanks," she murmured. Unfortunately for her, he took that as a green light to take the aisle seat next to her. She leaned up against the wall as far as she could without it being obvious.

Alister noticed, however. "Give her space, Valon."

Valon growled at him, and they proceeded to bicker. Felicity managed to tune them out due to exhaustion and fell asleep.

Twelve hours later she was being gently shaken awake. Disoriented, she panicked trying to figure out where she was.

"Calm down," a deep voice very close to her ordered. She whipped her head around and found Rafael crouched between her row of seats and the row in front of her. Valon was still in the seat next to her, also asleep, and he got a much less gentle awakening. Rafael grabbed the front of his outfit and hoisted him over his shoulder.

"OY!" Valon screeched as he snapped awake. Rafael threw him down next to his bike. Alister was already walking his down the ramp. Felicity felt oddly hurt by his action. He left Rafael to wake her when he could have done it but he'd rather get his bike off the plane?

Whatever.

She followed the boys down the steep ramp and ran a hand through her hair, which must have looked like a giant rat's nest. She attempted to disentangle the waist-length curls before figuring she was making it worse and abandoning it.

They were in what looked like a cavern. The boys parked their bikes along the wall and continued walking through a stone tunnel. Felicity hurried to catch up-she had been gawking at the massive plane-garage.

The tunnel was lit with modern electric sconces, but torches of fire would have been more appropriate. They walked for several minutes in silence for several minutes while she fretted mentally about how grungy she looked. Between her hair and creased clothes she hadn't showered in two days by this point. She hoped they wouldn't take her directly to Dartz, and instead would give her a place to shower and wash her clothes.

The boys stopped in front of a large, wooden door. They looked like they were mentally preparing themselves, for what she wasn't sure but it made her anxious.

"When we enter and walk up to the alter, you get down on your knee," Rafael ordered. Felicity face dropped and before she could utter a sound they pushed the door open.

This room's size rivaled the garage's. On the opposite wall were massive dragon statues, in front of that, the alter Rafael mentioned, and as the quartet made their way closer, a man wearing white robes with long teal hair became visible in the dim flame light.

He turned to greet them. The first shocking visual Felicity had was of his eyes. One was teal, like his hair, and the other gold.

Dartz threw his arms out as the boys fell to their knees, bowing to him. "Welcome, Felicity! How was your trip, my dear?"

She couldn't think straight as she stared into his eyes. Alister kept nudging her to bow but she couldn't. She noticed the gem on the chain on his forehead. It was hypnotizing, whatever it was.

"You did well, Alister. You'll be rewarded," Dartz congratulated. Alister murmured a thank you. Dartz turned around to look at the wall of what appeared to Felicity to be made up of tiny squares with unidentifiable images in them. She couldn't figure out what they were supposed to be.

"LEAVE US," he suddenly barked at the boys. They slid wary glances to each other before standing and hesitantly leaving the temple chamber.

Felicity's face flushed as she was now alone with this strange man who supposedly "knew all" about her. She had been studying the floor but at a rustling sound looked up and came face to face with Dartz.

He reached a hand out and ran it through a lock of her hair. She knew she was blushing madly. He was very handsome and she was sure he knew she thought that.

"I know you are weary from your travels, so I'll make this quick and then I'll show you to your room."

She nodded, focused on his chest instead of his face. She didn't even care that she was being rude, she couldn't focus when she looked him in the face. He allowed this, and dropped a bombshell.

"You have the rare and powerful ability to move things with your mind and alter what others think. I want you to unlock that power," Dartz said. Felicity's eyes widened and in shock she looked at his face.

"I do?"

"You don't remember?" He smirked. He waved a hand in front of her face. Suddenly a memory she had long forgotten washed over her.

She was very young, maybe three years old. She was mad about something, who knows what, throwing a tantrum in the living room of her family's old house. The screen of the TV cracked, then exploded throwing shards of glass everywhere, one nearly missing her eye. She had a tiny scar from that day, right next to her left eye which she knew existed but could never remember how she had gotten it. Until now.

Felicity stepped back with the force of the memory and stumbled, ending up on the floor. She didn't move to get back up.

"You see, dear," Dartz drawled, "I can help you recover all those memories you've forgotten. I can help you strengthen the powers you have buried in those memories, and I can help you get revenge on Jessie. After what he did to you, he deserves to die."

He reached a hand toward her, and she took it. Something cold and smooth was passed to her from the palm of his hand. He lifted her up from her position on the floor, and she withdrew her hand to look at what he had given her. While she was distracted by the glowing turquoise stone set in a platinum ring, he put one arm around her back and brought her body close to his. She was too enraptured by the aura the stone was emitting to think to pull away.

Dartz smirked. "Let me help you with that." He took her left hand in one of his again and slid the stone onto her ring finger. He kissed her knuckles, his mismatched eyes boring into hers as he watched the seal of the orichalcos flicker in them.

"You've had a long day, why don't I show you to your quarters?" He offered.

"Yes, Master Dartz."

He knew he'd never tire of hearing that.