A/N: Sorry for the short chapters. I really have no time to write but I want to keep the story going. I hope you guys are enjoying it. I thank you all for the comments and reviews that you have given me for the story. Thank you. Well... I hope you enjoy. Please Comment and Review. Love ya!
Somewhere:
Zhalia lays there on a cold cement floor with chains locked on her ankles and hands. Her head pounds with pressure swelling up inside. Water drips from the ceiling that is getting closer to her face. Guards stand watch waiting for her to awake from her slumber. She sleeps with nightmares going through her mind about her sister and Dante.
"Dante..." Zhalia whispers in her sleep with worry on her face.
Nightmare:
"Emma?" Zhalia whispers as she stares into the waterfall.
Emma walks out of the doors and stares at Zhalia with no emotion on her face. Zhalia stares at her sister with happiness to finally see her again. Tears fill her eyes with excitement.
"Zhalia..." Dante's voice comes from behind her.
Zhalia turns to see Dante, Lok, Sophie, Den, Harrison, and Cherit standing behind her. "Dante."
"You have to choose." Dante orders her.
"What?" Zhalia questions what he is asking her to do. "What do you mean by choose?"
"Her..." Dante points to Emma, standing in front of Zhalia. "Or us?"
"What?" Zhalia asks again with shock. "Why do I have to choose?"
"She will no longer be herself! She even told you to not look for her! Why do you still want her back!" Sophie yells at Zhalia.
"She is my sister!" Zhalia fights back at Sophie. "I can't just abandon her!"
"Zhalia..." Emma's voice speaks with kindness.
Zhalia turns to face her sister. "Emma." Tears enter her eyes. "Why do I have to choose?"
"I made my choice. I chose to protect you. I don't care if I leave or not. I will always be with you." Emma places her hand on Zhalia's shoulder. "I will always chose you over anyone else. But you need to remember that I am only human. I have no power to protect myself."
"What do you mean?" Zhalia wonders to her.
"We need you to choose." Emma informs her sister.
"Choose what?" Zhalia screams at them for the answer.
"Me or them?" Emma replies to her.
"You love me. Don't you Zhalia?" Dante asks her with a questioned look on his face.
"Yes. I love you with all my heart." Zhalia cries to him.
"Than why are you making this so difficult. She is gone! She is dead!" Dante yells at Zhalia, pointing at Emma.
"She is my sister!" Zhalia pleads back at Dante.
"I don't care!" Dante shouts at her.
"This isn't like you Dante!" Zhalia fights back with him.
"I can't believe that you would chose someone that you don't even know over us." Den and Harrison tell Zhalia what they think.
"Den... Harrison..." Zhalia falls to her knees. "What are you talking about?"
"You have to chose Zhalia. Her or me?" Dante walks up to her and places his hand on her shoulder.
Zhalia looks at him with tears in her eyes as well as back to her sister. Zhalia gets up from her knees and lowers her head. She feels water start to fill up the room. She looks up at the sky before closing her eyes. She remembers her sister's screams, her trying to not kill Dante, fighting her siblings to protect another, or even yelling at Lok for trying to save her sister.
"I choose..." Zhalia says before...
The water drips on her face, waking her up. "Ahh!"
The guards glance into the cell to see that she has awaken from her sleep. They look at each other as one goes to tell the Boss and the other stays behind to watch her. They all know her tricks and power of magic. Zhalia tilts her head a little to see that she isn't in Dante's apartment anymore.
"Where am I?" She whispers to herself as she slowly gets up with the chains clinking with a loud noise. She glances at the chains on her wrists and ankles. "What do they want with me?"
A door opens from up the stairs as footsteps echo down the stairs. Zhalia turns her head slowly to see...
Illinois: The museum
Lok and Jasmine stare at Lincoln's statue in front of them. It took them at least 5 hours to get through the guards and the bus rides here. They observe the golden key with a P letter written on the key. The statue is so tall that Lok or Jasmine could even reach it if they had a choice.
"How are we going to get that Key?" Lok looks at Jasmine with a questioned look on both of their faces.
"Well," Jasmine glances at it with her head tilt. "We can't just steal it."
"No." Lok agrees with her on that. "We would be arrested."
"Probably." Jasmine accepts that fact with Lok. "But we need that Key."
"Well," Lok shrugs to her. "We knew it wasn't going to be easy."
"But I didn't think it would be this hard." Jasmine states back to Lok.
They both stare at the key for a few moments. They wonder to each other, how are they going to get the key for Emma? Lok places his hand in his pocket to feel something in it. He looks down to a necklace glowing in his pocket. He hears her heartbeat and feels her presence with him.
"Emma." Lok whispers to himself before staring at the Key. "We are getting that Key."
"Lok?" Jasmine glances at him with a questioned look. "How are we going to do that?"
"Emma." Lok tells her, pulling out the necklace and pointing it at the Key. "She is the necklace to help us. She wants us to save her."
Jasmine stares at the necklace with wonder. Where is the heck did he get that? She looks at the Key to see it slightly move. She turns to the guards around the room, making sure none of them were looking at them. Lok continues to point the necklace at the Key.
"Please..." Lok asks her. "Please Emma."
As Lok asks for Emma's help, the key drops from the hand of Abraham Lincold's statue into Lok's hand. Jasmine stares at the key that just fell into Lok's hand. They really didn't have time to talk before the guards started to head over to them. Jasmine and Lok took off in a hurry out of the museum in minutes. Jasmine and him stop at the entrance out of breath from running out of the museum.
Lok glances back at the guards, charging towards them. "Run!"
Jasmine pecks from the corner of her eye to spot the guards too. She darts with Lok by her side to the first bus ride out of Illinois. They were chased for about 20 blocks until the guards got locked out of the bus where Lok ad Jasmine were the last two to board. Lok looks at Jasmine before giving each other a high five.
"That was awesome." Jasmine says with excitement. "How did you do that?"
"Emma..." Lok pulls out the necklace that stays glowing in his hand. "This is her necklace that can help us know that she is alive."
"Why do you have it?" Jasmine wonders to him.
"I really have no idea why it was in my pocket in the first place." Lok answers her with the truth.
"Well," Jasmine collects her breath again. "At least it got us the key."
"That is all that matters." Lok agrees with her.
"Now where are we going?" Jasmine questions Lok.
"Well," Lok gets out the Holotome. "This riddle talks about elephants and spices."
"Where is are we suppose to go for those two things? Everywhere in the country has them both." Jasmine answers him with sarcasm in her voice.
"I think India." Lok replies to her, staring at the holotome.
"Where do you get India out of that?" Jasmine looks at the riddle herself.
"Well," Lok shrugs at her with a chuckle. "I remember something Sophie told me. She explained somethin about their history with elephants and many different spices. I really don't know if I am right but it is worth a try."
"Alright." Jasmine gets her breath back and nods her head to Lok. "Off to India it is."
"Off to India." Lok says with her.