Hey guys! This chapter is super long, and is dedicated especially to everyone who has ever reviewed my story. It means so much to me that people actually read my story and so I wrote a special chapter just for you guys. It involves a lot of brother sister bonding on Tedros and Aimee's part, and the plot really starts to kick off. I promise that Aimee and Angus and Kat will arrive at the School in Part 8, so hang in there! If you have any questions, just ask, and I promise I will answer them. Enjoy!

Part 6, Aimee

Aimee was not able to continue her sentence, as she was loudly interrupted by Martha's loud exclamation of relief, which soon turned to annoyance.

"How could you have not told us?" She repeated, over and over, her face rather red. Aimee tried to catch Kat's eye and failed as her friend was too busy laughing at her mothers antics. Soon Martha was finished and had begun fussing.

"Get some clothes on girls, pack your bags, I'm sure Queen Agatha will be able to give you two some proper clothes and gowns, for the Snow Ball." Aimee wrinkled her nose at the idea of a ball. She had heard in the woods that as Dean, Lady Sophie had made many changes, one of which being a No Ball for the Nevers. Now that sounded a bit more interesting. Maybe she would sneak in.

After a bit more fussing around, and with the promise to fetch Queen Agatha ("but definitely not Lady Sophie") Martha left the room to Aimee and Kat. Aimee sighed in relief and flung herself down onto the bed face first. She heard Kat shift beside her. "Aimee?"

"Yeah…"

"You know how my letter said that weird thing at the bottom about me being ranked 1 and to, what was it? Oh yeah, 'prepare for the worst'. What does yours say?"

Aimee pulled out her letter and scanned to the bottom. "It says, 'Your ranking is 4 Aimee! You shall be quite popular at school, and if you achieve a leader path you may even achieve a rank 5!' Weird."

They sat and pondered it a bit longer when there was a knock on the door. Queen Agatha entered, followed by Martha, who was lugging two huge trunks. One was bright blue, and the other was engraved with the Camelot crest and was black. They both had a single initial also engraved on the side. The blue one had a large 'K' engraved, and the black one had a large 'A'.

"Hello!" Queen Agatha greeted them cheerily. Aimee had never met Queen Agatha before, but she had read 'The Tale of Sophie and Agatha' and knew that it was not in Queen Agatha's nature to be cheery. It must be the hormones.

Aimee curtsied awkwardly. Although she could fight and do most things with what Angus called a 'cat-like grace', formalities like curtsying and dancing remained beyond her. With a small shock, Aimee realised she had thought about Angus and had not even felt the pain of his not being currently with her. She found it too painful to think of him as dead. Even thinking the word sent a twinge of sorrow through her, more painful than when her mother died. Suddenly she felt exhausted. "Good morning, your majesty."

"None of that!" Queen Agatha exclaimed. "You must call me Agatha, as we are technically sisters. You too," she said in Kat's direction, "for we are all aquainted now. Aimee, you must spend more time with Tedros before you leave. He has me and Sophie, but Sophie goes back to school during the year, and I shall be very tired thanks to this accursed child. I mean, are babies supposed to be this annoying? And it hasn't even been born yet!" Agatha was starting to sound a lot more like the grouchy storybook Agatha. Aimee observed however, that Agatha liked the baby a lot more than she was letting on.

"But anyway, my point is that Tedros gets very lonely. I mean, he won't once the child is born, and then its two siblings, but I think having real family around will be good for him. I mean, to think he has a sister! If only he had a brother too!"

Aimee stood up abruptly. "I think I need to be alone for a few seconds," she said, and then hurried out of the room. Outside in the hallway she took a deep breath. She started to walk down the hallway towards the woods. She needed some fresh air to concentrate. Suddenly voices stopped her in her tracks. The first was a scratchy male voice. "So there is a second?"

"Yes. And I am sure there is also a third." The second voice Aimee recognised. It was Eustace's. "I am almost certain she is the sibling of the boy we captured."

A third voice spoke up. This one was also male, but was deep and eloquent. "I do not see why you two seem so disappointed. More of them means more to kill." Aimee sucked in a silent breath. The man's voice seemed so hungry. A strange feeling came over Aimee. Fear. The realisation shocked her. She was never afraid. The only time she had ever been even slightly afraid was when her mother died, and even then they had had Tessa. She looked down and saw that she was trembling. She willed herself to be calm and raised her left hand, the hand which she did magic with, and did a complicated wave and chanted in her mind a spell to create a one way window that would allow her to see into the room. It didn't work. Whoever was in that room, they knew magic, and strong magic at that. She heard footsteps coming from the room and jumped up silently and caught hold of one of the rafters. Aimee swung herself up and crouched there, watching as Eustace looked out of the room and checked the hallway for people. He looked back. "No one there," he called. Two people exited. One was extremely tall, and one was on the shorter side. The shorter one was running a finger along the edge of a sharp curved blade. They were both wearing long red velvet hooded cloaks. The hoods covered their faces, and they turned their backs to Aimee and vanished, leaving the stench of black magic behind. Eustace watched them vanish with a look of satisfaction, and swept off in the other direction, towards the throne room. He probably rejoices sitting his filthy ass on that throne, Aimee thought in disgust. But what was he talking about? He definitely was talking about her, but was it possible that he was also talking about Angus. What was it he said, 'almost certain she is the sibling of the boy we captured'? Could it be possible? But no. If Angus was captured, then they would still have their link. She shouldn't entertain thoughts like that. But her mind kept straying to that thought. What if- a large object slammed into her. She had been so consumed in thought that she hadn't realised that she had swung down from the rafters and walked absently down the corridor. And into a person. She shook her head, and looked up. She had walked straight into Tedros. "Aimee?"

"Tedros. Did you not see me?"

"No, I was thinking," Tedros admitted.

"Me too!" Aimee replied, surprised. She hadn't really thought Tedros was that type of person. Tedros cleared his throat. "Um, I don't suppose you would want to take a walk with me?"

Aimee smiled up at him. "It would be my pleasure." They exited the castle and wandered over the grounds. "It's beautiful," she told him. Tedros looked proud.

"I look after the grounds myself. With help of course, but I do oversee most of it. Helps take my mind off things." He looked at the ground. "Aimee, I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask away," Aimee told him, curious as to what her brother's question would be.

"I was wondering if my mother, I mean our mother, is, well, um-"

"Alive?"

"Yes." Tedros was looking at the ground, face red.

"No," Aimee said softly. "Our mother lived until I was 10. She was always kind. She was so glad that we had Tessa to look after us when she was gone. She knew she was dying. My father died seconds after Angus was born. At least he got to see us both into the world. Unfortunately, only I remember our father-" Aimee realised what she had said too late.

Tedros looked at her curiously. "Angus?" Aimee was, for once, at a loss. What could she say. 'Oh, and by the way Tedros, you also had a brother but I'm pretty sure he's dead, or if he's not he's as good as'. "Um, well, you see I kind of had a brother, well a twin brother, four minutes younger-"

"Where is he?" Tedros demanded excitedly. "You mean I have a brother? I've always wanted a brother! This is-"

"Tedros," Aimee interupted quietly, "Angus is gone."

Watching Tedros's face fall was terrible. It was like losing Angus all over again. Aimee looked away, suppressing tears. Tedros broke the silence, his voice cracking. "When?"

Aimee looked up at him. "Sixteen days ago. He disappeared one morning, his sword, and his treasured photo gone. No trace of him. Me and Tessa searched for hours, but it was all in vain."

"How do you know?" Tedros asked eagerly. "I mean, he could have been kidnapped!"

"I've no doubt he was kidnapped," Aimee said miserably, "but when I woke up he was definitely dead." There. She'd said it out loud. The d word. Dead. Angus. Gone. The words floated around in her head. Angus. Gone. Dead. She sighed. Gone. Dead. Angus. Just words.

Tedros's voice broke through her miserable pity-party. "I still don't see how he couldn't have been kidnapped."

"Tedros, our link was gone. Ever since we were born, we were able to communicate with our minds. Even if he was knocked unconscious, I would still have been able to feel the link. But I woke up to this snapping feeling inside of me. Like a cord inside had pulled tight and then broke. And then I just felt dead. Dead inside." Tedros was staring at her in horror. Aimee could practically feel his thoughts. Damaged. Broken. Ruined. And it hurt. And suddenly she was on the ground, tears running down her face, brokenhearted sobs wrenching themselves from her body. Tedros was beside her in a flash.

"Aimee, what's wrong? What's happening? Are you okay?" Aimee almost laughed. Questions always came in threes. His face was blurring over her, a mix of gold and blue. Clear blue eyes she recognised. "Mother?"

"What did you say?" Tedros shook her lightly. "Aimee! I can't understand you! Stay conscious! Fight whatever's fighting you!" He was crying now too. "Please! I can't lose you too! Not after everything else!"

Those blue eyes. Aimee managed a whisper. "Tedros… you look like Mother."

"Aimee! Please!" Tedros was begging her.

Aimee couldn't hold on, and as she succumbed to the darkness, she managed a few gasps of breath. "Mother never wanted to leave you- she missed you- she spoke of you- all the time," she gasped loudly, and as she exhaled she whispered a last few words.

"She loved you."

Awwwww! I would love to say I cried while writing that, but I'm not an emotional person, so I didn't. What I did do was bounce up and down in my chair in all my fangirlishness and practically tell my mother all my secrets in my excitement. Please review.

-TessaTrueblood