A/N Here it is finally! The next chapter. Extremely sorry for the long wait, school has just gotten really rough, but things should get better. Thank you to all the people who read the last chapter and those who reviewed last chapter including: PandaPuppet, meg, Hi, and enchantedforest33! Even if your review is short, it helps to know you care enough to review at all! Also, I know I've never really said it, though I figured it was implied, but I don't own H2o or any of the characters from it. I only own the story line and the new characters. Anyways, enjoy! :)

Chapter 5: The Day It Happened

"So what have you got for me?" I asked walking up to Ash. The Juicenet had just closed and he was locking up. The girls left a little while ago, I didn't want to make them wait.

"Just wait a minute," Ash replied, but I didn't want to wait any longer.

"I've been waiting all day," I complained, pouting and crossing my arms, hoping he will give in.

"You're exaggerating,"

"So?"

"Fine, you've got me," Ash conceded, "Follow me."

"I'm not a dog," I mumbled but followed him anyway back to his office, I was too curious as to what he had to show me.

"Okay, now before I start, promise me you won't laugh," He said as we got comfortable on the couch, he had his laptop in hand.

"Why would I laugh at you?" I asked confused.

"Just promise" He insisted

"Fine, I promise, now get on with it," I urged.

"Okay, well when I was eight I was really into like space and aliens and stuff like that," he said, "and one day my dad told me that once there was a spaceship that crash-landed by Mako."

"A Spaceship? Really?" I asked.

"Well that's what some people thought, it was a UFO," Ash said shrugging, "It didn't look like any known plane."

"If that had happened wouldn't I already know about it?" I asked him skeptically.

"Not necessarily, it crashed near the far side of the island coming in from the farther ocean and it sort of blended in with the island foliage." He explained, "There were only a few witnesses who were on the beach, but most people just dismissed it as impossible so it went, for the most part, unnoticed. However, I was able to find a small article about it online, and it has a picture. And, according to the date, it happened the same year you would have been found."

He showed me the picture, but he had to point the so-called spaceship out to me. It really did blend in, almost like it is made of wood and leaves and the like.

"So," I said thinking it over, "what you're saying is that I could be an alien?"

"Not necessarily, the craft was unidentifiable. What if it wasn't some spaceship, but actually a sort of plane from the island you came from?" He said, and it all made sense.

"That could be it! Maybe the guy who kidnapped me crashed and somehow I got away," I said excitedly but reality checked in, "but if there really was some type of flying machine wouldn't somebody have already looked for it?"

"They have, well I know at least one believer had, but he reported it was too deep, and there are sharks around those parts," Ash said, "No human could get close enough to check it out."

"No human," I repeated smirking, "but you think a mermaid could?"

"Yeah I do," he said smiling, "but not alone. I wouldn't be able to personally go down there with you, but I need you to promise me you will only go down there if you are with the other girls."

"Definitely, we learned not to explore the deep alone the hard way," Emma said, recalling a certain treasure hunt, "I promise I will be careful and I won't go alone."

"Good," Ash said smiling, "Now I think, for all that I told you, I deserve a kiss."

He puckered up, and I laughed.

"Fine, but only one, you haven't solved all of my problems yet," I conceded hugging him and giving him one small peck on the lips. Then something sparked though, I kissed him again and it got deeper, more passionate. We only pulled away when we could no longer breathe. I could tell he didn't want it to end, and I didn't either.

But then I looked at the time, "Not so fast Romeo, it's getting late. I should probably be heading back home. Even if they're not my real parents, they will still be worried about me."

"Aww, five more minutes," He replied, cutely trying to pout, it made me laugh.

"No, I will see you tomorrow," I said, starting towards the door.

"Fine, see you tomorrow," Ash said, "Be careful."

"You too," I called back and walked out of the café.

As always, the walk home was uneventful. It gave me some time to reflect on everything that has happened. So, my parents, I mean my real parents, may have been jerks. I may be royalty from some undiscovered island. I may be able to speak a language I apparently haven't spoken for several years. And I may be able to find the aircraft that took me from the island. It was a lot to take in. Though nothing was for sure yet, my brain demanded proof before it would accept such nonsense.

I was on the verge of a headache when I entered into my house. It didn't help that I was immediately surrounded by my "parents" asking millions of questions.

"Oh Emma, we were so worried about you! Where have you been?" Lisa asked.

"Why didn't you answer your mobile?" Neil demanded.

"I was just out with my friends and I didn't hear my mobile ring," I replied tiredly, "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Wait, Emma! I've got something to show you," Lisa said, procuring a cardboard box from the kitchen, "I found this in the attic this morning. It was hidden in one corner. It contains something I thought you might find interesting."

"What is it?" I asked, vaguely curious.

"I'll show you," She replied opening the box. I walked over to her and was surprised to find that in the box was a little, beautiful, pink dress. It was covered in tiny diamonds and looked so precious and delicate. Needless to say, I was mesmerized. I couldn't even speak.

"My reaction exactly," Lisa said understandingly, "This is the dress we found you in."

I looked over to her astonished; I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come.

"You can touch it if you want," she encouraged. It took me a while to figure out what she meant; I hadn't realized that I was frozen in place not far from the dress, not moving towards it. Whether it was out of awe or fear for some reason, I didn't care, I forced myself to touch the smooth fabric. However, the second the tip of my finger touched the pink, my vision went blurry for the second time that day.

This time I was in a great big ballroom. It was a party; there were tons of people dressed up really fancy and dancing to great sounding music. However, I wasn't in the crowd of people, I was in some corner, and from what I could tell, I was alone. I looked down at myself to see I was in the very pink dress that I was just looking at. I felt something on top of my head, and it definitely felt like a sort of crown, I imagine it was the same one I found on Mako, but it was well combed into my hair, I didn't want to mess it up. I was definitely younger, probably about three, and it all fit very nicely. I felt so pretty and even started twirling; I love the effect it had on the dress.

"Lydia? Dovra a tu Lydia?," I heard the strange words as a whisper from the crowd. Personally, I was scared; no one had ever talked to me in my visions. Granted this is only my second one, but still. However, my younger body responded completely differently.

"Maima Maima!" I screamed jumping up and down. Then, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen came out of the crowd. She was dressed head to toe in the most elegant purple dress I have ever seen, and she walked across the floor with such grace. I also noticed the most beautiful crown adorned her head. No one stood in her way, in fact, as she passed they all took the time to watch and greet her. Everything started clicking in my mind. The words, they sounded strange but I soon began to understand them. This was probably the language I was speaking before. The woman was looking for Lydia – I guess that's me – and she was my mother. That is why I was so happy to see her.

"Where have you been you naughty girl! You know not to run off. What would your father say?" She asked, taking my hand, "It's time for cake."

She practically dragged me towards the front of the room and up onto a sort of stage or something, I don't know quite how to describe it. From what I could see, there was a table with one humongous cake on it. There was a high bench before it, and standing on one side was a blonde boy who looked to be my age. He was dressed up as well, in a bright blue suit and a small gold crown that fitted him just right. He had to stand because it was the only way to see over the top of the cake. It was easy to tell he was losing his patience; he looked like he would jump at the cake any second now. I could even feel myself getting really giddy.

My mother helped me up onto the top of the bench on the other side, right behind a three-tiered cake, my half covered in white frosting with pink floral decorations all around, and the other half, his half, covered in blue frosting with tropical fish decorations. I have to admit, I was a tad jealous.

There were three candles on either side, so I guess we really were turning three. It also seems their birthday traditions here were pretty much the same as what we had in Australia. Everyone began singing what I believe was a birthday song. It was like nothing I've heard – well, remember hearing – before. It was so rhythmic I didn't even bother listening to the actual words.

When it was done they said, in their language, "Make a wish."

I was a bit shocked and, being me even when I was three, I had to think about it first. My mind filled with things any girl dreams about, a unicorn, a pony, and even a mermaid. Don't get me wrong, I could tell these thoughts weren't my own, I think these were the thoughts I had at this point, if it is a memory. About ten full seconds of thinking, I settled on wishing to become a mermaid (who knew?). Then, right when I was about to make a wish, my candles were blown out! I looked over to the boy and glared. He was just sticking his tongue out in my direction.

"You dummy!" I exclaimed.

"You were taking too long," He whined with a smirk. Oddly, he looked like someone I had seen before, but I couldn't quite place it.

"We could light your candles again Lydia," My mother consoled.

"No, it won't be the same," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"You're such a baby!" the boy exclaimed.

"You're mean!" I countered.

"You should have been faster," He said pushing me a bit, which I felt was way uncalled for.

"Hey!" I shouted and pushed him back, but he lost his balance and fell off the bench. He fell on his bottom and didn't look very injured, but he was in tears in seconds.

'Lydia!" my mother yelled angrily as she and a man, I'm guessing my father, went over to the boy to comfort him. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes. I felt bad partly because I didn't mean to hurt him and partly because it seemed my parents were taking his side. I quickly jumped down and ran into the crowd. My head down, I ignored all the stares I was getting. When I reached the back of the room I went through a door and ran through some halls. I seemed to know where I was going.

Then suddenly I ran into something. I hadn't been looking where I was going, just running, so the impact made me fall backwards. By now, the tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Lydia?" A voice said, and I recognized it.

"Garry?" I whimpered between tears, just able to see the sixteen or so year old boy before me. It was the same guy from my last vision, Garry Hennings.

"Yeah, I'm here, let me help you up. What were you running from?" He said getting to his knees and holding out his hand. I took it gratefully, but I couldn't hold back my tears. Even while I stood before him, he kept on his knees so our faces were level and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Brother," I sobbed, confirming my thoughts that he was my brother. It's pretty weird to find out I have a twin.

"As usual," He sighed. I heard footsteps behind me, but I couldn't turn, his grip on my shoulders was too tight.

"Hey," He said, looking me straight in the eyes, smiling, "Do you want to come with me somewhere? Away from here."

I was scared, I didn't answer. I just stared back at him, confused.

He let go of me and stood up, and then nodded to someone or something behind me. Before I could turn around a white cloth covered my mouth and it was merely seconds before I lost consciousness. That's when I woke up in bed.

A/N Just so there isn't any confusion, all the time during the vision they are speaking a different language. As she starts to understand them the language isn't a barrier and since she understands it, that's how it comes across. And sorry, but I don't know about Australian traditions so I'm sorry if the assumption was wrong. Finally, just in case you were confused, the thoughts for the wish was from her three year old self, meaning that when she was three she actually wished to become a mermaid. ;) So anyway, I hope you enjoyed! :D