A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a little bit! Alright so I have everything figured out! I am going to add 4 more chapters to this story after this one, so 18... and then this story will be done. But don't fear! in a few months there will be it's sequel. I already have an idea of how the sequel will go and I will get started in my remaining weeks of freedom to make sure i have all those chapters ready for you and a good portion of the next story as well!

I am all registered for classes starting at the end of August. But i have fridays free, so I will be writing in my spare time and uploading all my stories hopefully every friday! :) once classes start mind you. :) it feels so weird to be going to college after 13 years of prescheduled learning.

Hope you enjoy this chapter! :) reviews are always welcome!

Chapter Fourteen

Cloaks and Prophecies

It was morning. Dew was sprinkled lightly over the ground, and a soft yellowish glow emanated from the horizon. With the morning came a new day. To some it brought new hope, a new light to the dark world they had lived in for months. To others it was just another dark morning, with hope fading fast. It all depended what side you were on. As the sun rose slowly beyond a meadow, three dark figures darted across the field, their dark black cloaks barely touching the ground as they skillfully ran.

The first one held out their arm, stopping the other two in their tracks. They had come to the edge of what seemed like a grove. They slipped silently into the shadows of the trees, one by one fading away from the sight of any who had seen them. The first one looked over the way they had came, making sure no one had followed them. They turned, their cloak billowing behind them as they ran to catch up with the others.

The leader of the Cloaked Ones led the other two deep into the trees, only stopping when they found themselves surrounded by Douglas Firs instead of Pine trees. They looked around, making sure that nothing watched them. The leader dipped down, and opened a hidden compartment among the trees roots and grabbed what appeared to be weapons. She handed a long sword to one of the Cloaked Ones, and two dierks to the other. She took a bow and arrow for herself, and covered up the secret compartment. They stowed the weapons away in their cloaks, and continued on.

They ran fast and silent. Though none of them had trained for this, they were all prepared. As they ran, battle plans skittered through the leaders mind. They knew what was going to happen, and they understood all that was coming their way. They knew that by night fall, war would be upon them. They had to get a message to the Rebel Force and make sure that they did not remain in their current headquarters for very long. The leader didn't have many resources at their disposal, but they had an idea of how to communicate with offices. The leader was sure that nothing would have happened over night.

The Dark Lord was meticulous and careful. And would have planned out his attack to a point before making a move. Plus he had no idea where the Three would have gone. The leader heard a rustle a head of the running companions, and stopped the other two before they got much closer to the offending object. The leader carefully drew a small stick from their belt and cast a wordless charm towards a small bush.

A person jumped out from behind the bush and brandished their own wand towards the trio. The Cloaked Ones drew their weapons, the leaders arrow trained straight towards the new comers chest.

"Surrender." The new comer said quietly, laying his wand on the ground. The leader walked forward trying to find out which side this person was on. They recognized a few features and walked towards him. The leader gripped him round the forearm and whispered quietly in his ear. He nodded and took off in another direction, leaving the Cloaked Ones alone in the tree grove once again.

The leader glanced once at each of the companions and then started off in the direction they had been going previously. Silently making their way towards the city they kept to the shadows once they reached the outskirts of a populated town. The leader at one point paused. This was as far as they would go. The Cloaked Ones sat at the edge of a grove of trees, just watching.

And listening.

Suddenly the leader sat up straighter, eyes wide and glanced at their companions. They nodded and off they ran towards the cold lands around the Himalayas. They had information and it was too vital to trust to a messenger as before. This had to be delivered personally.

As they reached their destination, they whispered to the clouds to create a storm so that no one would see them as they entered the base.

"Morph!" The leader shouted as the winds picked up and the snow fell hard. Before the Cloaked Ones knew it they were inside the tunnels of the base, Morph standing in front of them with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Did you have to summon a storm? It's the Himalayas, no one will see you."

"It is part of who we are. We are secretive and must take every precaution if it keeps us a secret. And your operations and people safe. Don't worry." The leader said, bowing to Morph.

"We must speak to Rapier at once. It is of the utmost importance." The leader said staring Morph down. She nodded and led them down the twisting tunnels and winding halls of the base. Eventually they reached a door that looked like every other door. Morph opened the door for them, but the Cloaked Ones walked in alone.

"Rapier." The leader said, alerting the man to their arrival. He looked up, and set aside everything he was doing to look at the Cloaked Ones.

"We have all heard rumors of 3 Saviors. They will bring down the Dark Lord and save our world from despair and treachery. They will be the ones who will be the cause of our redemption. They are the 3 saviors we have been hoping for for years. They will save us, save your kind, save the world as we know it. And we have reason to believe that they are really out there. We will keep watch for them, and keep you updated." The leader said, locking eyes with Rapier.

"Any descriptions? If we can get out descriptions to our spies, we can make sure that they are on the same page as us." Rapier said, shuffling around on the desk for a clean sheet of paper.

"All we know is from an old prophecy. Here is a script of that prophecy. We will return to our previous missions." The leader said bowing to Rapier who took the prophecy and started reading it.

He looked up and found the Cloaked Ones gone. He glanced at his table calendar, figuring out things and calculating all that needed to be calculated. Rapier sighed deeply, hoping that this would mean the end of the war.

For months there has been talk of the saviors, but until today nothing more than just a silly tale. But now it was for certain. They were out there and they were doing what the Rebel Force couldn't do. It had been nearly a year since the disappearance of Maroon. He had mysteriously disappeared in the night, and no one knew anything of his whereabouts. Rapier ran his hands through his hair, trying to get a grasp on the situation at hand.

The Rebel Force had made him the leader after they gave up hope on Maroon 10 months ago. They had done lots more recruiting and there seemed to be a lot more order to the way they did things. Everyone who had been in the Order was now in the Rebel Force, and they did as they were told. They all agreed that things were ran much better than they had been before. The Rebel Force did not discriminate against age. Some of the Forces best officers weren't of age yet. And of course, some of the best spies were around 10 years old.

Rapier looked at his desk, and closed his eyes for a second. He had the strangest feeling that things were going to get very complicated around here. Much more complicated than they had ever been. He let his mind wander for a second. Would they ever find his little brother?