HELLO READERS! I'm back! *le stretch* The girls' retreat was very fun. I met a couple new people and made a few friends.

On the way back from the lake, we sang various Christian songs for several hours (NO FLAMING!). And, my sister fell asleep during the last hour or so of the drive. (con-flipper the hard floors...)

ANYWAY! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend, I most certainly did.

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Ok, this chapter is mostly meeting the other kids of Team Crafted, and throwing a few monkey-wrenches into things...

ENJOY!

JAYCEN'S POV

I grabbed Mitch's hand and ran toward the school. "Come on, slowpoke! Do you want to be late?"

Mitch slipped his hand out of my grasp. "Yes!" He snapped.

I stopped and glared at him for the sixth time today. "You really don't want to know what you are going to do with your life?!" I exclaimed, despite us already having this conversation several minutes ago.

"I'll very likely get stuck being a farmer like dad, or worse! The mines!" Mitch started hyperventilating.

I grabbed his shoulders. "The odds of either of those happening are slim to none! Be optimistic for once in your life!" I gave him a gentle shake.

"Humph." My brother muttered.

ZELMA'S POV

I was working on my homework when someone slammed a hand down on my textbook. I glanced up and saw Steve, the son of one of the refugees, and my current 'boyfriend', standing there. "Why are you studying?" He sneered.

"Because I like good grades." I quipped back.

He was silent for a second. Then, replied. "What if I don't want you to have good grades?" He swiped his hand over the table, sending all my notes, carefully written homework, and text books to the ground.

I looked up, my Icy blue eyes meeting his dull brown ones. "Do we really have to go through this again?" I asked, trying to get a lid on my temper.

Steve reached out and lightly caressed my pale blond hair. "Maybe," He gave me a hungry look.

I sighed and gently rubbed my left wrist, where my wolf had bit me when I was seven. He wasn't an ordinary wolf, he had been a werewolf. I was infected. After I had nearly mauled Steve last time, I would have thought that he would have learned. Apparently he didn't. "Fair enough." (A/N, A QUOTE!)

I released my hold on the transformation. My ears moved up the sides of my head, until they were peaking out of my hair. They were furry and pointed. My long tail extended from the end of my backbone. And, my nails and teeth grew longer and sharper. I opened my eyes and snarled at him.

Steve shrieked like a little girl, turned and ran.

I watched his retreating backside, then turned and scooped up my schoolwork.

GRATIEN'S POV

"Come on!" My dad encouraged. "Hit like you mean it!"

"Dad!" I yelled back. "Remember what happened last time I hit like I meant it?" I most certainly remembered. I punched my dad, and the force sent him three inches into the far wall, that was thirty feet away. I still can't look at that wall the same.

My dad laughed and extended his wings. "Brakes!" He argued.

I laughed with him. "The bones will just get shattered when you hit the wall!" I countered.

My dad lowered his fists. "Would you rather spar with your mom?" He asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.

I gaped at him. "NO!"

"Ty, Gratien! Are you almost done?!" My mom called out.

"Not yet, Jean!" My dad called back.

"Gratien! Don't forget about school!" My mom reminded.

I turned away from my dad, and sighed. "Mom, I'm almost nine years old! Don't micromanage me!"

"I'm your mother. I have to micromanage!"

I didn't even realize that my dad had taken a swing at me until the left side of my face was pressed into the wall. "Ow." I peeled my face away from the padding, and glared at my dad. He was laughing. "Really?" I asked. "That is how you react?"

"Nev…never let…let do…down you…your guard!" He gasped out between hearty laughs.

I peeled the rest of myself off the wall and headed upstairs. "See you after school, dad." I waved a hand, hoping it looked like a good-bye wave.

SSUNDEE'S POV

I hiked down the path leading to the town. I was halfway there, and it had already been an hour. The reason why I moved deep into the forest was because seeing all my friends reminded me of Kat. She had been the most amazing person ever, and I had lost her. My friends told me to move on, but Kat had told me once that Ender Dragons, once they find a 'mate' or their true love, those two can never be with anyone else for too long.

I took a left turn at the next crossroads and headed toward the school. I had somehow had the ability to judge another person's character and be able to know what they would do in life. I had known that Kat and her siblings would defeat their father, but I didn't know that it would kill them as well.

I paused outside the main doors of the school. I could already hear all the kids and teens talking. Every two to three years, I came here to help Sky figure out who would do what. I sighed and opened the door to pandemonium.

Sky was trying and failing to get everything under control. I decided to step in. "Everyone, Sit down!" I yelled, startling all the kids and teens. They turned and hurried back to their seats. I was a feared Icon to all those who didn't really know me, especially to the younger generation and the refugees that drifted into our little town.

"Good." I muttered. I walked up the rows of desks to get to the front. I turned and sat down in the chair that Sky had provided for me. I looked over the crop of new hopefuls. My eyes landed on a tall young man, Sky's son, Cole. I was instantly plunged into a vision.

Standing before me was my beloved Kat. She and I fell into each other's arms, but Kat was rapidly ripped away. "Help me!" She cried out. I then saw Cole and his friends, the children of my ex-team mates, standing before a heavily fortified building. They looked ready to storm the place. I was standing at the back of the group, looking on.

I dropped out of my trance and blinked several times to refocus. I'll just start with the easy ones. "Beatrice, Rute, and Steve," I called out. The three named stood. "You will be in the mines."

I moved on, noting Sky writing down their names in his leather bound book. "Maria, Moana, and Ollie," They all looked excited. "Hunting and gathering."

I inhaled; only a few more. "Gul, Gulshan, and Chang," I named. "The woods."

I glanced over the remaining few. "Mudiwa, smith. Joey and Lacey, farmers. Angel, merchant. Aeron, Issy and Kelley, defense." I concluded.

All the named stood and quietly filed out, to head to their new apprenticeships. Sky glanced at me and the remaining kids. "What about them?" He asked quietly.

I stood. "You remaining have a rare destiny. Cole, Anita, Jaycen, Mitch, Zelma, and Graten; you will rescue the lost heroes."

I heard a thud as Sky fell out of his chair. "You are joking right?" He gasped.

Cole stood. "Are the lost heroes, a tall young mage, a beautiful woman with dragon-like wings, a younger woman who has robin's-egg blue, feathered wings, and a young man with glowing, white eyes?" He asked.

I nodded mutely. How does he know?

A tad bit of premonition ability from one of his parents? (Horrible idea?)

Ok, I just have to let you guys know, I only have up to Chapter 3 written and I'm currently working on Chapter 4...I iz lazy! *head-desk*

Char(my sister's nickname): You really got to stop doing that.

Me: I make silly mistakes or procrastinate, and as a result, I head-desk.

Char: Still, you have to stop before your brains leek out your ears.

Me: *sigh*

O.O Wow. Accurate conversation much?

ANYWAY! I hope you all enjoyed! BYE!