Chapter Two! I'm hoping this chapter will help ya'll a little more with understanding what exactly I'm trying to write. And, yes, this chapter is much longer. It's 'cause I kinda combined a couple chapters that I already have written out into one. I didn't do that for the last one!

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"It's just not safe anymore," my father sighed. We were all around our circular dining table, eating supper. Father put a hand to his temple tiredly. "Lexicon used to be one the safest planets in the Voc Galaxy. Now it's…destroyed." As if to prove his point, a warship flew over our house, rattling the silverware on the table.

"There's nothing we can do about it now," Mother replied, cutting Safira's food for her. "All we can do is try our best to keep Zaria safe." She glanced at me as she spoke.

I looked down at my uneaten food. Who would be hungry if their parents were talking about you possibly getting captured by the enemies?

"The Trixterians are helping, thank goodness, but not even our forces combined are doing much damage," my father continued.

Safira glanced up from her plate. "Damage? You mean, like the Encartians keep doing?"

I sighed. "Yep. They do damage, alright."

"Zaria," Mother said, irked, "she's five."

"What? It's the truth! It's not like she's too young to notice."

"Yes, but we're trying to keep at least some of the bad news from her," Father said calmly. "As your mother said, she's five-years-old."

Safira gazed innocently at each of us in turn. "Zaria's right. I know things."

I hid a smirk.

"Well." Father pushed his chair away from the table. "It's getting late. Why don't you both get to your rooms?"

"It's true!" Safira protested. "Things are gonna happen…bad things."

On that happy (and highly creepy) note, I shoved away, too. "Safira, we know bad things are happening. It doesn't mean it's going to happen to us."

I hope.

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, unable to sleep. I glanced out the window every now and then. It was always the same scene; Red Lexonite dust clouding the glass, the occasional blinding yellow explosion.

I'd gotten used to it after so many years, but I remembered when I first saw it, when I was four.

The battles had just started drifting towards our Quadrant of the planet-a section about 3,000 acres long. We lived in the East Quadrant. Until then, almost all of the war-related stuff had been circulating around the West Quadrant and our neighboring planet, Trixteria. So when the war directed towards the East, my family and I were unprepared. We'd heard rumors about it spreading, but….

I sighed and closed my eyes for the 10,000th time. I still didn't fall asleep.

The next morning, I floated down the stairs. I mean, literally floated. You know, like, with flying super powers?

"Mommy, they're at Mrs. Jingles' house!" Safira announced, sounding like she was debating whether to be curious or terrified. She was perched on the windowsill, her breath fogging up the glass as she spoke.

Mother quickly scolded Safira for opening the window, then she took a peek at what was happening outside. I peered around my mother and sister to see for myself, too. I stifled a gasp at what I saw.

Mrs. Jingles was an elderly lady who lived across the street from us. She always seemed to have some sort of baked-good in the oven when we were over. That was probably the main reason Safira loved her so much. But I had to admit, she was a fun and spunky old woman.

And now to see the Encartians breaking into her rustic home...I felt I needed to do something. But what on Lexicon could I do? I couldn't even show my face in the window without my parents worrying that I would be the next victim.

Mother sighed wearily and closed the window again; but not before I saw Mrs. Jingles' granddaughter, Eslie, being dragged roughly out of the house by two Encartian soldiers. She was struggling as hard as she could, but the two soldiers (the "mind-controlled" Lexiconians) were too powerful. My mother locked eyes with me, her aquamarine eyes gleaming with sadness. I kind of had to feel bad for her, seeing as how she was living under the panic that her oldest daughter would be taken.

That I would be taken.

I hovered above the couch, in a sitting position (something Mother forbade, but I always did it anyway) flipping through the pages of my favorite book. Books always calmed me. Well, I think books worked wonders for everyone in Lexicon; it's just how we were.

Today, though, I just couldn't calm my nerves, no matter how many books I read.

I got up, and pushed the book back into the bookcase. There had to be some way to overcome the Encartians. Like my grandmother used to say, Nothing is too overpowering when you use your greatest abilities. Maybe there was some way…No. I was a kid. One that was in hiding, for that matter.

I scanned the shelf for something else to read. Nothing jumped out at me. I just closed my eyes and plucked a random one. History of Lexiconian Wars.

Wow. A book I'd never read before. That was new. I hovered over the couch again.

I had just opened the first page when I heard my mother yell from the other room, "Zaria. Stop flying in the house."

"That's what flying is for!" I replied irritably.

I trudged to my room. On my feet.

Whew! So there ya have it! Hope you enjoyed!