Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- Yup! :D and here's the first chapter rewritten! :D :D

Dawnshade49- wow what? XD

Waterpool- It is kinda sad, but be assured that Bree puts a stop to it rather quickly and you get to see she get angry XD She actually yells! *gasp* That is something only a few people have seen XD

Guest- Actually no, because of Bree's technology, she can input a translator to translate the Greek into French and visa versa, allowing them to not have to learn another language.

Guest- I'm not sure yet, let me think on it and by the time the crashing Waterfall characters have been introduced once again they will have their language decided and in use! :D

Echo in the Whispering Wind- Yeah... I feel kinda bad :( but like I told Waterpool, Bree puts a stop to it rather quickly, shutting off all power in all five of the bases and forcing the leaders to go to a virtual meeting with her. She gets really ticked off XD

"Δεν μπορείτε να έχετε μια οπτική, Εάν ναι, Γιατί είστε Έτσι κοντά" {You can't have a visual, if so, why are you that close?} Holly asked, her usually English accented voice rich with a natural greek accent that accompanied the words, the accent was born of speaking the language since when she was ten years old. Pulling up the comlink system on her hologram touchscreen to create a connection with the arrogant member's comlink, she spoke to the team leaders, her emerald green eyes narrowed and focused on the half transparent screen that dimmed the view she had of her soft lit office, the lighting set to a low evening setting, accenting her fair skin and black hair, which was currently up in a bun held together by a pencil and a stylus for her screen.

"Επειδή Brendan αποφάσισε ότι θα ήταν μια καλή ιδέα να πλησιάσουν." {Because Brendan decided it would be a good idea to get closer.} Came Haliah's annoyed sigh of a reply, she had a greek accent as well, thicker than Holly's, but not unbearable.

Holly adjusted the settings on Haliah's comlink, allowing her to clearly hear the fighting going on in the background, which wasn't a good thing. Brendan was supposed to be doing recon, not fighting. She listened to the fighting for a moment before clicking on the slider controlling the background noise for Haliah's comlink and pulling it down to a low hum, making it easier for her to hear Brendan's next reply as she took action. "Brendan! Αποκτήστε την ομάδα σας προς καταφύγιο, είσθε πρόκειται να πάρετε νεκροί." {Brendan! Get your team back, you're going to get killed.} She retorted, getting frustrated with the creamy haired teen, his ego seriously needed some deflating.

"Οχι, δεν είμαστε, επίθεση!" {No, we aren't, attack!} Brendan shouted to his team, giving the order of attacking the enemy. A move that was going to get his entire team killed.

"Για Starclan χάρη! Brendan!" {For Starclan's sake! Brendan!} Holly swore, slamming her fist down against the dark stained wood of her office desk, her holographic screen flickered a little from the impact, but remained up and running. Thank Starclan for the stabilizers Bree inputted into the precious device. Swiping half way across the screen she opened another comlink signal to Leon and Cynthia and pressed a button, opening up a video call between the four.

"... fuit etiam facilis" |... was too easy| Cynthia's natural latin accented voice was distinct, a crisp lit in each of her words.

"Eam erat paucos hostes, Cyn" |It was just a few enemies, Cyn| Her brother Leon laughed, his baritone voice rich with the strange latin accent that only he and Cynthia spoke. "Utique erat facile, Soles." |of course, it was easy sunshine.|

"O, paenitet, Holly," |Oh, sorry Holly,| Cynthia said, ceasing the swinging of her arms to lift one arm up so Holly could see her and Leon rather than the ground moving as they strode leisurely back to the base that was white marble on the outside in honor of their name, Light In the Darkness, the white refracted every bit of available light, dispersing the dark. "Τι συμβαίνει?" {What's up?} Cynthia asked, switching to greek, the accent full and natural. Holly could tell it was slightly windy out there, she could see Cynthia's black ponytail billowing to her left along with her bangs, her sapphire blue eyes were curious, guarded, and patient, a strange mix for someone with a bloody past like her own. She could see the black straps of Cynthia's pack over the warrior's shoulders with the straps clipped together across her torso and over her dark gray tank top with blue stripes along the sides beneath her arms, one clip just below her shoulders, another across her chest, and another across her stomach, keeping the pack tightly strapped to her body to lessen air resistance and any chance of losing it.

"Είναι κάτι λάθος Holly?" {Is something wrong Holly?} Leon asked, switching to greek at well, his baritone voice rich with a trained greek accent like nearly all of the other members of the Thunder division. His amber eyes were concerned, golden blonde hair being tousled by the wind. He was standing at Cynthia's right shoulder, away from her billowing ponytail in his own gear, Holly could see one of his pack's black straps and could see a clip clipping together the two straps, one across his chest and another across his stomach, both over his dark grey muscle shirt an orange stripe down the sides under his arms.

"Ισχύς ζευγάρι," {Power couple,} Holly spoke formally and briskly, noticing the flashing circle on her screen, signaling a team needed back up right away. Right now it was green, that was a good thing, when it was green it meant there were no injured, yellow was injured, and red was dead, meaning a member had died. "Brendan βάλτε την ομάδα Κίνδυνος πηγαίνω εκεί και σταματήστε το λουτρό αίματο Στο λόφο δύναμη rd, 36th Street." {Brendan put his team at risk, get over there and stop the bloodbath at Hill Force rd, 36th street.}

Cynthia and Leon straightened, their eyes narrowing at the same time, something you got used to after a while. "Εννοείται Holly," {Roger Holly,} Cynthia spoke, looking a little grim, "Το Ισχύς ζευγάρι είναι στο δρόμο τους."

{the power couple is on their way.}

"Holly!" {Holly!} Haliah's voice interrupted the call, the team leader's voice worried and getting close to panicking. "Χρειαζόμαστε ενισχύσεις! Εμείς're να δέρνονται εδώ!" {We need backup! We're getting pummeled here!} She spoke in rapid succession, speaking rapidly, a nervous habit the golden blonde had.

Holly swiped across the screen again, shutting off the camera call and going to Haliah's comlink signal, pressing a button and activating communications between them. "Το Ισχύς ζευγάρι είναι στο δρόμο τους, Μην έκτρωμα έξω Haliah, αυτοί θα Εκεί στο…" {The Power Couple is on their way, don't panic Haliah, they will be there in…} She swiped across the screen, bringing up a map that showed where the members on the field were, showing everyone as blinking circles. "Σε λίγα λεπτά." {A few minutes.} She heard Haliah take a deep breath, and when the leader next spoke, her voice was calm and waiting for orders.

"Θέλετε να παραγγείλετε ένα καταφύγιο?" {Do you want me to give the order to retreat?} Haliah asked her voice level and even, shoving away the panic pushing at her mind.

"Ναι, ως άλλος αρχηγός ομάδας αυτοί θα πρέπει να σας ακούσει." {Yes, as another team leader they should listen to you.} Holly replied, watching the two circles that stood for her brother and her best friend get rapidly closer to the overwhelmed team. She focus was completely focused on the screen, even the option of pacing didn't make her focus waver. Instead, she kept sitting in her swivel office chair, focused on her screen and trying to make sure everything was going according to plan.

"Θα προσπαθήσω." {I'll try.} Haliah said, her voice wavering slightly.

"Κάνουμε το καλύτερο, θέλουμε το χαμηλότερο ποσό των τραυματισμών." {Do your best, we want the lowest amount of injuries possible.} She added the last part when she saw the flashing green help light change to be flashing yellow.

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"Brendan, αρχίσει να κινείται προς τα πίσω, προς τη θέση μας," {Brendan, start retreating toward our position,} Leon said quickly over his comlink from where he and Cynthia were sprinting down a ruined cobblestone road towards the other team's position, running past ruined marble buildings in the process.

"Γιατί; Μπορούμε να το κάνουμε μόνοι μας!" {Why? We can handle this on our own!} Brendan retorted, too proud to leave the scene.

"Brendan, εκτός εάν θέλετε να χρησιμοποιείται ως στόχο την πρακτική Εναντίον μου χημικά σφαίρες, ή μου γροθιά για να συναντηθεί με το πρόσωπό σας, Αποκτήστε την ομάδα σας για να μετακινηθείτε προς τα πίσω!" {Brendan, unless you want to be used as target practice for my latest chemical bullet, or for my fist to meet your face, get your team to retreat!} Cynthia snapped, interjecting into the conversation, blue eyes flashing. She was still mad about Brendan asking both of her older sisters out on different days without either of them knowing, and she was quick to remind him about it. "Έχω κάθε δικαίωμα να σας χτυπήσει μετά την εμπλοκή σας με τις αδελφές μου την περασμένη εβδομάδα!" {I have every right to hit you after your involvement with my sisters last week!}

His response only took a moment hesitance, and Cynthia smirked at it. "Οπισθοχωρώ!" {Retreat!} Brendan yelled, obviously not wanting to get beaten up by the annoyed warrior.

"Καλό αγόρι," {Good boy,} Cynthia playfully cooed, "Είμαι ακόμη πρόκειται να σας χτυπήσει." {I'm still going to punch you.} She finished flatly, her switch between playful to impassive sending a chill down even Leon's spine, and he lived with her. They had nearly reached the scene and most of Brendan's team were already retreating from the enemy, half of them already further back with Haliah who seemed to be speaking quickly into her comlink.

"πάμε λοιπόν-" {Here we go-} Leon sighed, and he clenched his gloved hands into fists, the inch long brass knuckles emerging from the black gloves at the knuckles, gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.

"Αποθήκευση Brendan πάλι." {Saving Brendan once again.} Cynthia sighed, finishing his sentence, twisting the outer edge of her digital watch and holding her right arm out straight in front of her, a holographic blueprint of her modified pistol gleaming next to her hand. With a press of a tiny button and after a few seconds, she held the real weapon in her right hand, the black metal gleaming dangerously in the sunlight.

Leon shook his head, "quod vigilate est ridiculum telum," |that watch is a weird weapon,| He said in latin, amusement tracing his voice.

"quid dicam? Salvat me, et spatium." |What can I say? It saves me space.| Cynthia replied in the same language with a small shrug as they ran head first into the enemy group.

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Leon dragged the complaining Brendan by the collar of his shirt into Holly's command room near the entrance of the division's headquarters where Holly herself was waiting for the egotistical teen. Cynthia had disappeared when they entered the base and by the disgust and urge to gag she had been feeling she probably left to get the blood off. So it was him and Brendan at the moment. He shoved the disobedient teen into a chair across his sister's desk and inwardly sighed, he had saved Brendan's behind so many times that it seems to be Leon's second job. Of course, Cynthia was always there too, so it was really both of their side jobs.

"Were you trying to get people killed?!" Holly asked Brendan in a dangerous voice, green eyes narrowed into a deadly glare, black hair up in a messy bun, and her usually fair-skinned face was pink from her annoyance and frustration directed at the teen. At her words she pushed down her holographic screen, shutting it off and effectively signaling that she was being serious and was seriously ticked off.

"No, we could've handled it!" The mentioned boy argued, running one hand through his ruffled blonde hair, jade green eyes smug and sure of himself.

"How? With your supposed amazing looks?" Holly snapped sarcastically, "You're lucky the power couple was able to help you or it would've been a huge bloodbath!"

"No! Well sorta. But I know how to fight and we could've handled it!"

'Hey Cyn, wanna come save Brendan from being strangled by Holly?' Leon asked his partner mentally while rolling his eyes at the power couple nickname. It was ridiculous in an aspect, why call them the power "couple" when the whole couple thing was a speculation? Sure, they were very close to each other and sometimes, more than not, acted like a couple, but they weren't publically one, it wasn't really a couple thing either. Being connected to each other both mentally and emotionally made it natural for them to do many things couples did and it just showed their comfortability between each other. Okay, who was he kidding, he and his partner were a couple, a personal one, not public one at least, they exchanged I love you's, sometimes kissed, played around with each other and did a lot of things that couples did in their private time, not out on the field. He could blame his parents for the couple speculation for sure. Jeez, you nearly die out on the field and your partner blurts out how she doesn't want you to leave because she loves you, and you return the words, not remembering your parents were there, then your parents make you a couple to everyone. The power part came from how they were linked together in many ways. They shared or could read each other's abilities, thoughts, emotions, moods, preferences, and even see through each other's eyes if they needed to. But they could and did borrow each others' powers. Like he could borrow Cynthia's selective senses or super speed and she could borrow his super strength or location depictor, but most of the time they did it subconsciously. Hence, the power part of the name.

'I'm right outside the door.' Cynthia replied, obviously she had been intending to come back and help him out in the first place.

If glares were deadly, Brendan would've been dead a hundred times over from Holly's glare. Lucky for him, another person intervened before she could strangle him.

The door swung open and Cynthia slipped into the room, "Like how you handle my sisters?" She sniped with a roll of her sapphire blue eyes, closing the door behind her and standing next to Leon, her shoulder brushing his. 'Your turn,' She told him mentally, 'you reek of blood Leon.' Leon had been correct in the prospect of her getting out of her blood covered field gear and into something else. She had changed into more relaxed non-training clothing, a casual light blue t-shirt and darker skinny jeans with a lightweight light gray hoodie vest layered over top, a knife probably hidden in her flat-heeled black leather ankle boots, her midnight hair up in a high ponytail and she had her arms crossed over her chest, her digital watch in clear sight.

"What?" Brendan spluttered, "What does that have to do with anything?" He asked indignantly, looking at the blue eyed girl, jade green eyes indignant and frustrated. Everyone knew Cynthia didn't like Brendan for the reason of he couldn't decide between her sisters Haliah and Paige, along with when a few years ago when he shocked her with a taser just to kiss her so he could say he had kissed all three of the Lawson sisters.

"Only that you get yourself into complicated situations and have no idea what to do to get out of them you dosser(lazy person)." She shrugged and Leon took the hint of her asking him to get out of his blood covered gear, leaving the command room to get changed and probably take a shower.

"Look," Holly quickly interrupted before Brendan could offend the feisty black haired girl of her best friend, calming down and regaining the calm and level headed attitude she was known for. "The point is that you need to think before you act, it'll keep everyone safe and there won't be any bloodshed. I don't want to bring the leaders into this just because you aren't thinking Brendan."

"I'm sure he thinks about his actions Holly," Cynthia said bluntly, but when Brendan grinned she turned the near compliment into an insult, "although I'm sure that's only when it involves his looks or my sisters." She snickered, blue eyes gleaming with triumph.

Holly sighed as Brendan straightened up and opened his mouth with the intent of snapping back at the witty teen. "Brendan, Haliah's leading the next field outing. Cynthia, I expect you to keep the punching to a minimum and in the flat," She knew that she better restrict her friend on where she could punch him in the building or she'd make it as embarrassing and mortifying as possible. "Not the halls."

"So I can still punch him?" Cynthia asked slowly, a bit skeptical about being able to punch him at all.

"In the flat, yes." Holly sighed, it was better for Cynthia to punch him now than for her to wait to do it later, cause by then he would have done something else to personally tick her off. "Brendan, leave. Cynthia and I have something to discuss." She dismissed the arrogant teen, 'I'm not looking forward to telling her this.' She thought with dread. Brendan glared heatedly at Cynthia before leaving, a smug smirk spreading on his face, he probably thought the warrior was about to get into trouble.

Cynthia looked confusedly at Holly, a bit of dread entering her stance and blue eyes. 'I think Holly knows about the dorm thing…' She said to Leon mentally, Holly's grim and uncomfortable expression making her slightly nervous.

'What? I knew we should've locked it!' Leon swore, 'Or told Blisse to!'

'I agree,' Cynthia said looking at Holly with hidden apprehension. 'This is going to be so awkward…'

"They are putting a few from the wind division into our flat." Holly sighed, looking at her blue-eyed friend.

Holly's words stopped Cynthia in her tracks and she immediately slammed down a mental block between her and Leon, blocking him from hearing and reading, her thoughts, what she was thinking, and what she was saying in reply, horror flooding their link. "No…" She groaned slouching her shoulders and looking pleadingly at her, "Don't tell me…" She hoped to Starclan that it wasn't who she thought it was. Hannah Henderson, her top rival for Leon's attention.

Holly's expression and next words confirmed it, "One of them is Hannah." She admitted with a bit of reluctance, not sure how her friend was going to take the news, but one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to take it lightly nor pleasantly.

Cynthia cursed violently in latin for a moment before she stomped her foot childishly once and she growled, speaking in English, her completely natural British accent full and angry. "Couldn't she go anywhere else?!"

"I don't have that power Cindy," Holly sighed, looking at her friend with sympathy and understanding in her green eyes, "Hannah's one of the fastest warriors in the wind division and the leaders are switching a few things around."

"Why our flat?!" Cynthia exclaimed, "Even the leaders know I can't stand her!"

"Because she is rank ten and our flat has all the higher ranked people in my subdivision. Not to mention she knows and listens to me, so she had to be in my subdivision." Holly said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her desk, rubbing her temples tiredly.

"Argh!" Cynthia exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air, blue eyes flashing with irritation, "I'm not having any more stupid excuses for why she had to go with Leon!" She hated Hannah, everything she was worked for and all the advancements in her and Leon's relationship was going to be nothing, even the ring was going to mean nothing when Hannah came back. "He's my partner, not hers!" She started pacing, shoving her hands into her pockets as she spoke. "Oh, but I can't defend myself! Oh! But he's so strong and she can defend herself and I can't! Blah blah, blah, blah, blah!" She mocked Hannah's excuses for being around her partner and taking him away from her while fingering the thin silver ring on her left hand inside her pocket as she spoke next, "I'm sick of it!" She scowled, looking at Holly, her black bangs slightly covering one blue eye.

"I know," Holly tried to soothe her, "but that was four years ago, before the link between you two was formed, and before you nearly died and was captured, I'm sure he won't fall for it this time." She hoped he wouldn't because she did not want to deal with a jealous, moody and upset warrior of a best friend. Cynthia wasn't pleasant when she was moody and everyone shied away from her when she was, for a good reason anyway. Her temper was explosive and when Hannah was around it was usually right there, the moment someone said anything to her it triggered her temper and she would yell, get physical, or fume silently. None of which were very good.

Cynthia opened her mouth to say something. But the door was flung open and Leon rushed in, his golden blonde hair wet and dripping down his neck. He looked hassled, being shirtless and wearing basketball shorts with a towel around his neck. "What's wrong?! Why're you so upset Cindy?" He asked, turning to his partner with a worried expression, "Did something happen?"
"You're going to find out this evening." Cynthia sighed, looking back at him through pained blue eyes, her teeth gritted, "Let's go," She turned towards him, pushing him back towards the door with one hand to his chest, "put a shirt on and change into your field uniform."

"Alright?" Leon said mystified, looking over at his sister who gave him an equally confusing pitying look.

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"What's going on?" Leon hissed to Cynthia, they and everyone else in the flat were standing in a line in the living room, all wearing their different variations of field uniforms. Black bottoms and a dark gray top with some other color, color coded to their team color and position. Leon was in a dark gray muscle shirt with an orange stripe going down the sides below his arms and black camo cargo pants, a knife strapped to his thigh, a hoodie that matched his muscle shirt was tied around his waist, his brass-knuckled gloves were missing the brass knuckles, leaving him with black fingerless gloves on over his hands, his golden blonde hair was spiked up, and his black backpack was strapped to his back.

"You'll see." Cynthia hissed back, not turning to face him, she was in a dark gray, thin strapped tank top with a sapphire blue stripe going down the sides beneath her arms, paired with black skinny jeans. A sports jacket that matched her tank top was around her waist, her watch on, the screen blinking softly, a knife was hidden in her black running shoes, her black hair was up in a high ponytail and her small lightweight backpack was strapped to her back. She wrestled with a question for a few moments before asking him a question mentally. 'You love me right?' She asked, her mind and stance full of unease.

'Of course-' Leon started to mentally reply before pausing as Holly spoke, probably annoyed by the whispering they had been doing earlier.

"Quiet!" Holly hissed, glaring at the partnership. She was the only one not in field gear, with the fact that she rarely went out onto the field and that she usually stayed in her command room. Instead of the dark gray and black outfit, she was dressed in her command outfit, a white, green tinged half sleeve formal button down and black skirt, her dark gray and emerald Holo-Watch around one wrist, the comlink eyepiece she commonly wore was on and displayed complicated codes and numbers on the tiny screen.

Leon finished his mental sentence, confused on why his partner was suddenly being self-conscious and insecure. 'Of course, I do, I've loved you for years, something wrong?'

'Nothing, just checking. Needed to hear it for myself.' Cynthia replied before going silent as the door opened, her unease flaring with the door's movement.

With the door's opening, the Rushingwind subdivision leader, Harry, came in with two others trailing behind him. "Rushing wind leader, Harry, It's a pleasure to meet you again," Holly spoke politely, shaking his hand, in the same manner, polite, calm, and level-headed. This was why Holly was a subdivision leader and Leon and Cynthia would never be one. They just weren't level headed enough, their impulsive nature saved them out on the field, not in the base.
"Same to you," Harry said briskly, shaking her hand before moving back. "I have two who are going to be under your command. Braxton Crawford." The mentioned black haired boy stepped out from behind Harry and nodded slightly to Ivory who didn't react in return. But that was to expected of the stone-faced warrior, she rarely showed emotion besides impassiveness, patience, calm, and annoyance. "And Hannah Henderson." Harry finished, and a light blonde haired girl with heather blue eyes stepped out from behind her leader before she smiled cutely at Leon, who's amber eyes widened and he understood Cynthia's unease right away.

'I don't have feelings for her,' Leon tried to reassure his partner, flooding their link with affection and sincerity, 'I love you and you alone.'

Even with Leon's words Cynthia still felt intimidated and moved to both make Hannah jealous and to reassure herself. Uncrossing her arms from over her chest she dropped her arms to her sides and clasped Leon's right hand in her left, lacing his fingers with her own as she locked eyes with Hannah. Competitive and mischievous Pale blue, to insecure and protective bright blue. The competition between the two girls was high, obviously, it had gotten worse over the years since Hannah was transferred to Wind Division and Leon trained Cynthia himself. 'I know.' She told Leon, even though her mental voice was laced with uncertainty.

"Hi!" Hannah chirped happily, heather blue eyes gleaming with fierce competition and faint jealousy at Cynthia and Leon's position, anger simmering under the surface at the other girl's action.

Leon looked over at his sister, sensing the love triangle involving him resurfacing. 'Save me!' He tried to plead with his sister with round, pleading, amber eyes.

'I can't, sorry Leon.' Holly told him with her emerald green eyes, sympathy in the green depths, one eye partially obscured by the spyglass.