I know, I know, long long long time since last updation. But I had a huge assignment at school that took up all time. And I do mean huge. Plus, I found out that their was a comic (or is, not sure) called 'The Elementals'! It really bummed me out that I couldn't take credit for the title, so I was in a slump.

: Lafonda was used purposefully, and the purpose shall be revealed soon! :D. And thanks!

Kara-Bear1610: It was a fight with some Lord Rove in the far past, and all will be revealed.

1000GreenSun: Thanks! Um…what does PPMS mean? I do not know anything text.

rainbowxXrachel : Cool! I love people loving my work! I really just had an idea of different artifacts like the escalif device (Animorphs) landing on Wawanakwa and the campers finding them, but it changed into every camper having their own power of the universe. It just went from that.

Kangawu12: Cool! I'll try to keep writing the awesomeness!

actordude22: Thanks! Here it is!

Anyways, thank you for the reviews! I did end up picking a power, anymous reviewer, but my parents actually suggested it to me. Thanks anyway for the suggestions, and I might use them for Chris and Chef. They remain powerless at the moment.

Any-anyways: Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island, or the Elementals.

Chapter 2:

A scrawny, dark haired and skinned boy, Noah, walked up to the patio that he had left his book earlier this morning, one appropriately titled, '101 Ways to make sure you're Not a Homosexual'. Most people at the resort would draw some very interesting conclusions from that title alone, and Izzy might take a peek in the book to see exactly what Noah was doing, and this is exactly the reason Noah was frantically searching for the book.

"Crap…if I don't find that book…" His threatening thought to himself was interrupted as he watched with a blank and confused stare as a screaming camera man ran towards the pool, his hair on fire. Noah stared after him for a few seconds, still confused, but soon went back to looking for his book.

Noah was interrupted again when he heard a voice that made his blood run cold; Izzy's. "OH, NOAH!" she cackled as she flew from a vine, one hand holding a much burnt book. But Noah realized in a second what she was holding.

"Give that back, Izzy!" he cried as he chased after her vine, fully planning on jumping on and wrestling the crazy girl for the book, but was startled by Izzy's reaction to his words. Her eyes went wide and her hands immediately went to her ears, which resulted in two things. One, to Noah's immense relief, the book fell from her hand and landed in the ground below where he quickly snatched it up. Unfortunately, the second thing that happened was Izzy letting go of the vine, which meant she landed on top of Noah.

"Get off of me, you crazy psycho-path!" Noah yelled at a very shocked Izzy. So distressed, in fact, that she didn't move whatsoever and Noah had to turn around and push her off himself. Normally, the red head wouldn't have let that happen, but this just wasn't normal. Noah stood over her and brushed himself off, then glared at Izzy.

"You know, Izzy, I could easily throw you in jail for stealing my book and then landing on top of me. I've got great lawyers." Noah said with a sneer. Izzy just looked at him, her eyes bugging out of her head, and her mouth finally started working. "You…You…loud…shattering…ears…" she blabbed on.

Noah just walked away, embarrassed that Izzy had looked through his book and mad that he didn't know what she was talking about.

Meanwhile, Izzy had pulled herself together and stared after Noah. There was no doubt in her mind, his voice had been cataclysmic. It had played a cruel fate on her eardrums, that's for sure. And…was that a necklace wrapped around Noah's thin little neck?

Izzy's hand involuntarily went to the ribbon wrapped around her neck that held an ornament that was put into an interesting design. There were seven triangles that had one side of each curling, and were arranged in a circle pattern with the curving side to the left. Each of the seven triangles were not only the colors of the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, but had a small sliver of space in between each shape, so there was an airy feeling to the pendant.

Izzy rubbed the pendant, daydreaming about how she found the little treasure. So focused on that, she didn't notice the color draining from her body, first her crimson hair, then her skin, then her clothes, until she was completely invisible. Her so-called-genius brain was too busy recalling a crazy night, even for her.

It was the night of the seventh bonfire elimination, and it was down to Izzy and Lindsay for elimination. Izzy knew she was going home tonight. She had listened in on the other campers as they were in the Confessional stall, and the votes had ended with one for Lindsay, three for Heather, and five for Izzy. Izzy had voted for Heather along with Owen and Gwen, while Trent had voted for Lindsay.

"Yeah right," Izzy scoffed as she heard Trent's speech about getting Lindsay out of trouble, like the quicksand incident today. "Izzy asks herself why Trent says that when he's hurt more then anyone else," Izzy had said out loud in third person.

Presently, as Izzy watched Chris raise the suspense, she heard a slight whirling in the air. Then it got louder, and within seconds, the RCMP helicopter came down on her like white on rice! A voice came through a megaphone, "IZZY, WE KNOW YOU'RE DOWN THERE!"

Leshawna gaped at Izzy and said, disbelieving, "You mean all that trash you were talking was true?"

Izzy just waved the comment away and said, "No, just the RCMP part." She then shouted out, "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!" and ran towards the Dock of Shame. Once there, she jumped into the water and swam with quick, swift strokes as the lights of the helicopter bounced around her, not locating the red head at all. She jumped out of the water in a flash and hurried into the woods, laughing manically.

She didn't notice she was in a cave until she fell through a crag in the rocky ground and continued to fall. Wait, check that; Izzy didn't even know she was falling. She thought a sudden wind had rose and was blowing her bouncy red hair every which way.

And no, she didn't notice when she landed either. Izzy was an expert at doing stunts that killed natural people, so her brain was perfectly in the groove of falling and landing. Izzy continued to run from the RCMP, and as she didn't yet realize where she was, she crashed into a wall.

"Ouch…Izzy's head hurts." She commented as she rubbed her head. Izzy looked around the cave that she now realized she was in. "Ooooooh," muttered Izzy, "Its dark."

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the vague outlines of stone cropping surrounding the room all around her. It was arranged in a perfect circle, except for two spaces that broke the pattern.

She took a few steps in and immediately, a slight tremor pulsed through the ground as her feet touched the floor. Then, as if an invisible disco ball had turned on, the room went crazy with swirling colors that ran from wall to wall, from ceiling to floor. Izzy, being Izzy, forgot how strange it was and danced to the flow of the colors. It seemed to follow her every step; whenever Izzy paused, the color was slow, whenever the Izzy spun, the color went faster, whenever she turned left, the color changed direction. And on and on until the colors faded back into the walls and Izzy was out of breath.

"Izzy's tired," she said, but not tired enough to stop talking in third person. After doing flips, the cha-cha, and wrapping her tongue around her head, who wouldn't be? She leaned against a rock formation next to her, then turned her head to see it more closely.

Izzy looked at the rock with a bored expression as it twisted and melted into a sculpture, then Izzy just shrugged and walked away. Subsequently, after a sudden burst of knowledge went through her, Izzy realized that the sculpture looked like her! She zoomed back to the rock and stared at it with an approving eye.

"You look like me…except that my hair's longer then yours," Izzy whispered to the statue, and then her sharp eye saw another difference. Around the neck of the sculpture was a necklace that shown with every color of the rainbow, even though there was hardly any light in the room.

Izzy's fingers played along the necklace's strings and ornament, and they begged her to take it. But she didn't. It's not mine…Izzy thought with a sigh, even though she knew she had taken many things before. It just didn't feel right to do it this time.

Then, there was a new voice, and Izzy swore later that it was coming from the statue, whispering, " Take it…it's yours…" Almost unwillingly, Izzy's hand reached out, snatched the necklace off the statue, and wrapped it around her neck. She felt a small jolt of energy as the stone touched her neck, and without warning, a stone staircase leading upwards appeared out of the wall.

"Ooooooh," Izzy said, eyes wide, "Cool trick!" Then she raced up the stairs.

Meanwhile, as Izzy was brooding on a long ago past, Courtney was sitting on a retractable, green lawn chair in her grey bikini, and looked to be reading the newest issue of 'Counselor Magazine'. In truth, however, she was thinking about this morning.

Duncan, the criminal that had stolen her heart, had been making out with Courtney in the hot tub early this morning, as they did every day. That was the only time when Geoff and Bridgette weren't in their smacking on each others chops. As the odd couple slipped into the bubbling water, they entwined their arms around each other and locked lips.

When the early, grey dawn got warmer and brighter, Duncan and Courtney released each other and dried themselves off out of the hot tub. Then Duncan ruined the moment.

"How about a little shower before we go meet the others?" he asked, with a surprisingly straight and innocent face. A face that was soon red on one side after Courtney slapped him before leaving with a hurt expression.

She flew back to the room and jumped onto her bed, punching her light pillow. Her thoughts were scrambled and confused, but mostly upset. She had muttered under her breath, "How could he ask me that? I love Duncan, but I don't want to get that far so soon!" She then curled up into a ball on the bed and shook; whether with fury or distress was unknown.

She thought then all of her anger was just towards Duncan, but as Courtney looked back on the incident from her lawn chair, she could see, much to her chagrin, that she had been angry at herself.

You know you shouldn't, and you don't think you should.

But Duncan…how could I slap him like that?

He's been through worse.

But how could I not take his offer? Any other girlfriend would…

Yeah, a girl friend who's a slut!

Shut up! He's shown me the fun side of life!

How fun are you willing to go? Till your stomach is round?

I was a chicken!

You were smart.

We weren't going to go that far!

How can you be so sure?

Courtney continued to battle internally with herself, her new and old battling for supremacy of the situation. If one could have looked inside her, they would not be able to understand what was going on. Personally, neither did Courtney. She just wished she could forget about it, and the voices inside her go away. Unfortunately, they did, because a certain green-haired delinquent came into view. The sight of the point of the argument, and the sight of his beautifully toned chest, stunned Courtney and she remained so even as Duncan walked over and passionately kissed her on the lips.

Pulling herself together, Courtney looked into her lover's eyes and bluntly mumbled, "Sorry about this morning…" Her face turned red as she saw his cheek was still faintly red from her slap.

"It's fine, Princess," Duncan said quietly, and kissed her again.

Unknown to Duncan and Courtney, a bird behind them was dropping and rising from the same position on the patio many times over. And as the couple walked away, Duncan leading, the bird dropped for the final time. Undeniably dead.

But as Tyler the wanna-be jock ran by, chasing after an A-Wall Frisbee, the bird fluttered its wings and rose from the patio. The poor thing then hauled tail-feather out of there.