Thank you to all those who reviewed. Just to clarify. The twin they worship, is the good twin, and her sister, who's name is as of right now, unknown, was not evil until she began to develop other abilities and revel in death and disorder. Thank you. Please keep reading.

Rebecca's POV

I shot up in my bed, the windows dark, the room dark, not a single light to show me if there was someone in the room with me. I was sweating heavily, my breathing and heart fast and rapid, and I swear gallons of apprehension and adrenalin were coursing through my blood stream in quantities that had to be hazardous to my health.

My head felt light, and through the haze in my brain I knew it was because of the IV in my arm, pumping sedatives and pain killers into my system, to keep me calm and sleeping.

Yeah, fuck that.

I wasn't careful in pulling it out, I just yanked sharply, tearing the skin slightly and making it bleed. But I wasted no time, swinging my legs around to try and stand, finding that the coldness of the floor helped me wake a little more. Good, I need to get moving, I had to chase it.

I stumbled slightly when I did stand, from disuse of my legs, no doubt. God only knew how long I had been under this time. Philip had come in and found me and Fortis talking, and he seemed slightly angry, if not worried. He had immediately shooed her away, and then upped my dose.

I was gonna smack him around the next time I saw him, I swear.

I stumbled through the door, using the wall as my support, making my way towards the stairs, breathing hard and fast, trying to shake the last of the sedative, to go faster. I had to go faster, needed to, this was not in question, I had to find the maker of that song, it could not leave me behind.

But when I passed Philip's office and heard voices, even the tug of the song could not keep me going. I stopped to listen.

"Why her?" Fortis demanded heatedly. "You have reported every single woman you have found to have the potential to be a mate to one of my men! Why now, when I suddenly find you to ask you why you stopped researching for us, I find you with my damn queen!"

"Fortis, please calm yourself." Philip sounded so tired, I felt my heart well with pity for him.

"Calm myself? Calm myself! Are you out of your fucking mind! And don't tell me you didn't know! You know from all of our data that the queens of our race always produce more blood than necessary from birth. It is not like you could have missed something like that."

"No! I didn't fucking miss something like that! But maybe I do not want Rebecca to end up as the last two queens did."

silence followed, and I found myself wondering, what happened to the last two queens? Fortis said her father had had two mates, so what happened to both of them?

"She wont end up like them, Philip! Come on, have more faith in my brother!"

"Don't. Just don't. I have no faith in your brother for he carries the bad luck of your family."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she said haughtily, demanding.

"He got captured by the goddamn enemy, god only knows what they took from him, what they could do with his genes. And he tore her fucking arm open!"

Never before had I heard Philip swear, never before had I heard him so heated, so angry, so passionate.

"She told me she tore her own arm, it was an attempt to get him out." Then there was a pregnant silence, before she finally spoke what she was thinking. "And what do you mean, what they could do with his genes?"

Yeah, I wanted to know what too.

"Nothing, just a speculation. And you should know I will not go back to genetic researching soon. Not for you."

"Your family has always served my family!"

"Yeah and look where it got us."

"Shes not your goddamn daughter!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, tears in her voice, and the anger gone. Then she stopped, sucking in a surprised breath and what she had said, and I could only imagine what Philip looked like. How could she say something like that to him, even after what he had done for me? "I am sorry, Philip. I am just upset and am taking it out on you. I miss my brother, it had been over a hundred years since I have seen him, and even now he seems to avoid me at every turn."

"No, it is fine. You are right, she isn't my daughter. But since I helped give birth to her, she will always be in my care."

Then the song became to much. It grew louder, and now the sedative had fully worn off. I began running down the hall, feeling my body was fully healed and felt wonderful. Running felt wonderful.

I ran down the stairs, my heart now beating from exhilaration rather than fear or adrenaline. I sprung out of the back door and into the night air that felt crisp and clean on my skin, even through the thin hospital gown I had on. I breathed in the air deeply, my body savoring it, my heart singing.

"Where are you!" I called out, looking around for the maker of that song, the song that had woke me up and haunted my dreams. That beautiful song that made my heart sigh and ache and made me want to get my hands on my violin to recreate it. But I think I would ruin it, for all I could produce was sorrow, and this song was pure beauty and harmony.

Then the song began to die.

"No!" I cried, spinning in circles, looking, desperately, needing to find the maker, needing to hear more of that song. "No! Where are you!" I was screaming now, taking steps in this direction and that, needing to find her, needing to hear more, it was like an addiction that had gotten into my blood stream, and I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop.

The song continued to die down, a little at a time, slowly, as if it were taunting me with what I could not have. As if the answer were right in front of me and I just wasn't seeing it.

"Don't leave me!" I cried, crumbling to the ground, tears pouring down my face at the sorrow I felt, at the thought of it dying, of not hearing it ever again. It was a call for me, and I wanted to take it.

"Rebecca!" it was Philip's voice, punctuated by the sound of the back door slamming sharply on its hinges. I didn't care, I just didn't want to be left behind. Please, just don't leave me behind in this world of pain and sorrow.

Philip knelt beside me, gently touching my face, wiping away my tears, shushing me softly and he pulled me to him to comfort me. But he couldn't comfort me, there was a hole in my heart, and that song had brought pain and loneliness pouring into my heart. It reminded me of what I could not have.

"She can hear it, Philip." I heard Fortis softly whisper, but I no longer cared. I lifted my head, eyes teary and sight bleary, just so I could make out her form, standing a few feet behind Philip and I.

"Claire." I said softly, and I saw her posture stiffen, her eyes focusing more sharply on my face.

"What did you say?"

"Your goddesses sister? Her name is Claire. The epiphany of loneliness and death. She has taken lovers, but she killed them all." miserably, I tucked my face back into Philip's chest, not noticing his suddenly stiff posture.

"How do you know that, Rebecca?" Fortis asked, her breath barley above a whisper.

"I dreamed it. I dreamed of a woman with blond hair like the sun, and eyes as green as yours. She had a voice like the singing of the leaves when the wind passes through, and her face was beautiful, her expression kind. When she touched me, it felt like the warm spring sun, and when she gave me a kiss on the forehead as she bade me goodbye, I smelled the autumn wind on her, all pumpkins and spice. She was the true from of nature, and when you listen to the tremors of her voice, you can hear it. You can hear that song, that calling song. The song of nature."

"Philip . . ." Fortis began.

"Forget it."

Kalin's POV

I watched on with awe and jealousy at the scene that had unfolded before me. When she had began calling, I thought I had been for me. I thought she had finally wanted me, but when Philip and my sister had come out, everything had been explained in blatant and obvious terms, and it had left no room for my imagination.

She had not wanted me, she had heard the calling of our goddess.

My heart ached at the thought, even as my anger and ire rose. I wanted to speak to my sister, but I knew I couldn't. I could not face her, not until I knew I was going to be bringing Rebecca to our clan as my wife. I would not fail my sister, not after all she had been through and all the sacrifices she had made for me.

And I hoped in bringing Rebecca in, she would be able to ease Fortis's worst pain and fears. I hoped they would be able to be there for each other, to help each other. I loved my sister dearly, and I could not stand to see the abuse she went through, even though she was the one miracle of our clan.

And all because her mother had been genetically manipulated my the Grits.

My father had found her when he had raided a Grit's lab, and he had rescued her, only to find she was his mate. She had explained that she was a genetic experiment, one of many, and had let us have a small glimpse into what the Grits were trying to accomplish. They wanted to be able to have children, but it was near impossible for them to find a human with the right genetics, and the could not inter-breed with each other, even though they could produce female children. We still did not fully know what they were up too.

But when she had had my sister, she had fell into a coma, and to my peoples amazement, did not age a single day, and had produced a female child as an heir to the throne.

A female child with the green eyes of the royal family, and hair that resembled our goddess, and worst of all, she held immortality. She would not have to die, like all the other females would, and wonder if her children found a mate.

But we did not even know if my sister could have children, and we also did not know if she would even have someone out there for her. And they refused to acknowledge that my sister was the leader in trying to find a way to make our females immortal. It was thanks to them that we were even able to expand their life spans at all at this point.

And then my mother came along, a Grit, one of the enemy, and my father had found that he was also a mate to her. I was born, and just seven years after, we had found out that it was not what we had thought, and both my parents died.

The clan had gone into an uproar, saying that my sisters mother was an imposter, and they had then killed her, while she still lay in her coma slumber.

My sister had been two hundred when our dad had died, and when her mother had been heartlessly killed by the very people she was trying so hard to protect. I had been helpless to watch, at seven years old, as my sister had silently stood there as our people insulted her, threw things at her. She just stood there, holding my hand, with silver tears streaming down her face.

Rebecca's POV

"I think I need to move." I said softly, laying back in the hospital bed, now dressed in my own clothes once again. My wrist had scarred horribly, but I was okay with it. It was not like I really cared about looks or anything, and I had no one to impress.

"I agree. Maybe into the next town over." Philip agreed in a soft voice, sitting on the bed next to me.

"I have a lot of money. More than I let anyone know."

"How much?"

"Uh, well, you see, during the summer, I worked two gigs a day, and each of them payed about forty thousand to a hundred thousand."

"Rebecca, are you telling me you have over a million dollars saved away?"Philip asked in disbelief.

"Well, I dunno, I haven't checked. It is not like I ever needed to touch it, since I am always playing for the obscenely rich people, and it would seem they were addicted to my music."

"You twist longing and sorrow into a tune one cannot deny." he agreed, seemingly still stunned.

"Please don't tell anyone I have that much. I like working, and I have been lying to my family about how much I make per gig. I know , it is horrible."

"No, it isn't. You should not have to be supplying your parent's retirement." he looked like he was deep in thought for a moment, then he spoke. "I have a cabin that I never use, but it is fully furnished, and it is away from everyone else, I mean, you would have to walk to and from town, unless you bought a car. But it is an hour away from here, and about a ten minuet walk from the town."

"and you would let me move in it?" I was suddenly excited about the idea. If Philip owned it, it must be beautiful, and I wanted to get out of this town, and away from Kalin.

"Yeah, and of course, I will transfer so that I can still oversee your health."

"Is it bad to say I don't even want to think about it, just agree with it?"

"No, I was hoping you would."

"I will. And I will do it tomorrow."

"In a rush?"

"You have no idea."