*Winces as he hears the yells of why he didn't update sooner* Sorry! Sorry! I'm going through writers block! But I just need to force myself to write, then come back at a better time and write over it. It may not be the best way, but hey.

If you would like to contribute your ideas for this fic, please PM me. I will gladly take under consideration any ideas you've got. This chapter, by the way, is just a little thing I wanted to put in to explain a few things and add to the mystery. Its not long at all.

StrawberryTigress: That's only one of her powers. Wait until you find out what she can really do! And good guess on Leshawna, Trent, and Cody, but my lips are zipped. And you'll find out a bit more about that creature this time around!

Paka-Simon-Trevor-Forever: Thanks! Writing about the last guy is making me excited, so I hope I do him justice. And is it a gag? Maybe…or maybe not.

marlynnknowsbest101: Thank you! Sorry for not updating sooner, but I'm hitting writers block. Any help from any reader is gladly appreciated.

Pb&J: Sorry, but I just couldn't help it. As much as many people love that couple, I seriously plan on messing with it. Whether I choose to have them get back together…

Alex_Cromwell: Thanks! Yeah, it will have Gwen and Trent…but don't have your heart set on them staying together throughout this. I may or may not completely ruin their relationship.

Disclaimer: I don't own TDI, or the Elementals, or the key to Gwens heart. The last one I gave to Cody. Cody and Gwen 4ever!

Chapter 4

Deep, deep below the ground, a cavern that a certain few knew about was changing. Not in the way that it changed when one of the twenty two who knew about it entered the room. No, this was different…

One of the rock formations in the cave was cracking…first it was a thin, spider web crack that was hardly noticeable. But then it started growing, and spreading, and like an egg the outer layer shattered, revealing a statue of a girl with black hair, almond shaped eyes, and a high atmosphere.

A necklace resting on the statue felt the new air as it was released from its stony prison. It had little time to enjoy it before it felt the presence of its sister. As quickly as it appeared, the necklace melted into dust and flowed through the earth, eagerly wanting the reunion to be soon…

* * *

The sister in question, which was resting on the living version of its sister's holder, awoke after long years of sleep. It too felt the tug towards its twin, and with sudden shock to its owner, the necklace pulled to where its sister would emerge and started to change into its original form…

* * *

Ezekiel woke with a start, and rubbed the back of his head. He winced as his hand found a tender bruise that was developing. The homeschooled teen looked around, wondering what had woken him from his nap.

Ezekiel suddenly coughed, his eyes bulging. To him, it had felt as though something had just punched his stomach, even though he was the only one in the hot tub. He grabbed his stomach and just leaned over, trying to catch his breath.

Then, he screamed as some invisible force hit his cheek and sent his neck back in a very bad position. The pain was incredible! And it wasn't even started…

What…What…happening…Ugggh…

And with that, Ezekiel was unconscious as the force kept brutally beating his body.

* * *

The dark creature was halfway through the rock wall before he finally acknowledged the fact that he had been feeling the life force behind the stone. He grinned maliciously to himself as he realized what that meant.

As he went along like a drill, he thought to himself, So…I awaken just in time…they are back. Back…but just beginning to find their powers. I will easily crush them, and make them pay for defeating me and trapping me in that infernal doll! Then my plans will finally be achieved

As in afterthought, he spoke, "Of course…revenge will only be adequate if she is here…or everything I've always wanted will disappear. But no…I sense her here. Perfect…when they feel the coldness of the end, they will regret ever resisting me…"

In the meantime, however, the thing amused himself by causing pain to one of them.

* * *

Lying in a much less then glorious heap of trash was two halves of a fruit with a face painted on it. Looking at it, one would think that it was Owens crazy imaginary friend and a coconut, and nothing more.

But if you looked closer…

…You'd see a fly was starting to eat its insides.

Er…But if you looked closer then that…

…You'd see the fly starting to lay its eggs.

Um…Closer, perhaps?

A giant maggot made its way across the marrow, its grotesque body slimy and white. It opened its sickening mouth and started consuming its own –

OK, that's enough! We don't want to go any closer then that! Back up, back up, and back up!!!!

…Better. Much better.

I guess it's just a normal coconut.

* * *

Beth was sitting at the desk in her room, staring out the window half of the time but writing down poetry the other half. She looked at her latest work.

He, who lies beneath,

Wood and stone,

Arrive to bring back his terror

But to face him lies sword, shield

And sheath

To protect the breaking white bone

Beth sighed as she tore the page away, and then crumpled it up before shooting it into the waste basket. "Why can't I write anything good?" She groaned as she collapsed onto her bed. Beth wanted nothing more then to be famous, preferably through her writings. But ever since she had come to the island, all her stuff had been about something being a threat. And none of it had held the special spark she needed in her writing for it to be good.

With another sigh, Beth reached for her pad and pencil on the desk, and then started flipping to the front where she had previous works posted. She skimmed until she found a favorite of hers.

Love

Roses,

Hearts,

Proposes

Cherry Tarts

Tying Knots

Puppy Dogs

Forget-Me-Not's

Chocolate Frogs

Hugs

Childs with Wings

Warm rugs

And a Sparkling Ring

These are what I've found

To be

Symbols of love

Materially

But I do believe

I've found the actual note to hit

It's saying "I love you"

And the truth and soul

Behind it.

Beth always felt a little tingle of happiness when she read what she wrote two years ago. The poem had been for Johnny…the boy she had liked at the time…his beautiful eyes…his kind demeanor…his amazing voice…

Then Beth remembered what he had done to her, so she quickly shut her notebook and placed it on her nightstand. With her lips tight, she marched out her door and went down to the pool.

* * *

Something amongst a trash heap started moving, and with a soft white light, a different, living form took the place of an item.