Chapter Four

Nick was mad at Emma now, so what if she didn't know her future, or exactly everything about her past, she still knew who she was. He also wasn't happy she had left him alone up here to go sleep, while he hadn't had any either. He picked up her notebook and was tempted to throw it off the roof, but he knew even if they were fighting he couldn't do that to her.

He began flipping through the pages again, looking at the swords and at a few spears but none of them seemed to fit him, not until he got to the most recent drawing.

He stopped and stared at a beautiful sword. Or it wasn't really a sword. It was a long seraph blade, that looked to be made of glass and had red swirling around on the inside, how anyone could have drawn this, was beyond Nick. As soon as he saw it though, he wanted it, he knew it was perfect for him, and Emma thought so too. In the top right corner of the page were measurements, like on all the others, and across the top of the page, Nick's Weapon was scribbled in her fast yet neat handwriting.

There was only a small space between where the two sides of the hilt met and Nick took Emma's pen and connected them, the beautiful glass blade appearing instantly at his side. He jumped a bit as it appeared, but he stared at it in awe and picked it up. He stood and wielded it around, the fit was perfect, the fact that Emma knew him so well, well enough to know this was the exact weapon for him, made him want to go and apologize.

He picked up her notebook, pen, and his new sword, and left the roof. He went into the room where everyone was sleeping and quietly made his way over to where Emma's blankets lay, her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, but her cheeks were wet. Nick instantly felt a pang of guilt. He went back outside and sat in front of the door, but he had left Emma's notebook at her side.

The rest of the night was uneventful and by morning everyone had gotten a goodnight's sleep aside from Nick. Right around dawn the other three awoke and Nick, hearing their moving around, came inside. Emma stared at him, "Did you seriously stay out there all night?"

Nick nodded silently and didn't meet her gaze.

"You really are stupid aren't you?" That was not the response he had been expecting, but before he could say anything back the sound of shattering glass startled all of them.

"What was that?" Lucas asked, he was still sleepy, but he was alert.

"I'll go see." Emma said. Shadow grabbed her hand and held her back.

"Don't be silly, I'll go see." Emma didn't seem like she liked that, but she nodded solemnly.

Shadow drew his sword and made his towards the door, he opened it and stepped outside, the door closing behind him. They heard rumbling movement and grunts, then a loud thump and running feet.

"Shadow!" All three of them screamed. They raced outside and Emma fell to her knees around Shadow's limp body. Blood was pulled around around his head and Emma went to pull off his mask but his hand grabbed hers and stopped her, his head shaking slightly.

"Oh come on Shadow, who cares if they know, you have a head injury and Nick needs to find out soon anyways." Emma said, she sounded more annoyed than worried.

"Find out what?" Nick asked, kneeling beside her now.

"Shadow, please." Emma whispered. He nodded his head slightly and Emma carefully pulled off his mask. Immediately brown hair stained red with blood fell around Shadow's shoulders and eyes blue as the ocean stared up at Nick.

"Um, guys, this is Zoe or as you know her Shadow, Nick, Zoe is your sister." Emma explained.