So, HEY EVERYONE! My first REAL update in, I can't even count the amount of time its been. God, I really hope you guys don't hate me to too much, because I love you all, even the ones who got a little obsessive (I'm kidding, love you readingiswatido) Anyway, I just want to apologize again for such a GINORMOUS wait…and again, this is probably not the same way I was taking the story when I wrote the last chapter, so if there is any inconstancies, just let me know and I'll try to fix em as best I can.

*Chloe's PoV*

I sit on the floor beside the still unconscious Sophie, her breathing still normal and self-dependent. Her face still has color, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. Mark holds her head in his lap softly, watching her face as he strokes her blond hair softly. And, not for the first time, I see the connection that she and I share, our appearance and powers, somewhat at least. It appears that we both have the ability to commune with the deceased, but her powers seem to more complex than mine are.

That must be what did this to her, now that I'm actually thinking about it. She used so much power all at once that she probably doesn't use very often, and the shock caused her body to go into this protective state. It makes sense. But I wouldn't be able to see for real unless I did what I'm sitting next to her for.

"Now, place your hands on her forehead, your fingers over her temples," Derek instructs me, Emily standing next to him, nodding in confirmation. I do as they say, a soft buzz drifting through my body. This has to be a good sign.

"Close your eyes, concentrate on seeing yourself inside her mind. Take a quick peak in, see if there's a light on up there." I smile slightly at his wording as my eyes drift shut, my concentration now on nothing but Sophie and the mental blocks that I have to try and get past. No wonder telepaths don't like searching people's minds, way too many walls and fences to leap over or go around.

I finally find the normal part of her mind, a dark place compared to her personality I would say, but in the distance I could see a faint blue light, choosing to follow it, instinctively knowing that it's most likely where she will be.

That's where I find her, sitting with her legs crossed in the midst of a storm, one that circles just around her head. Her clothing is drenched from the onslaught of water materialzing from the cloud, her hair a dark blond tangle on her head. I look her up and down, seeing that her hands are still a bright florescent blue, which must have been the light that I could see from the beginning of the dark place that is her mind.

As I watch her, I can't help but wonder what had made her mind so, disturbingly depressing. Yes, I know that other people really would rather stay out of others heads, but why would hers be like this? What had happened that made her like this?

I sit next to her after a minute or two of watching the rain pelt her and the thunder and lightning shake and frizz her hair. I put my hand on her knee softly, but there is no reaction to this. My brow furrows. What do I do?

I think back, trying to remember anything that she may have said to me about her life, or about Necromancers, but come up blank. All I can think of is her singing with the homemade band. And that's when it hits me, quite literally. A giant treble clef hit me in the side of the head, bouncing off of me and onto the ground beside her. Huh. I wonder.

"They see you as small and helpless
They see you as just a child
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild…"

I start to sing one of the many songs I had heard her sing over the duration of our stay here at the house with them, this one being "This Will Be the Day" I believe. I actually really liked it, and she sang it beautifully. I thought, as weird as it may be, that maybe if I sing it she would waken from her state and sing along, or just wake up would even work right now.

"…Prepare for your greatest moments
Prepare for your finest hour
The dream that you've always dreamed is
Suddenly about to flower

We are lightning
Straying from the thunder
Miracles of ancient wonder

This will be the day we've waited for
This will be the day we open up the door
I don't wanna hear your absolution
Hope you're ready for a revolution
Welcome to a world of new solutions
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution
In time-your heart will open minds
A story will be told
and victory is in a simple soul…"

I see the change as I continue singing, the rain subsiding slowly as the courses move and sway with the music that has started to play from somewhere deep in her subconscious.

"…Your world needs a great defender
Your world's in the way of harm
You want a romantic life a fairy-tale that's full of charm

Beware that the light is fading
Beware as the dark returns
This world's unforgiving
Even brilliant lights will cease to burn

Legends scatter
Day and night will sever
Hope and peace are lost forever

This will be the day we've waited for
This will be the day we open up the door
I don't wanna hear your absolution
Hope you're ready for a revolution
Welcome to a world of new solutions
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution
In time your heart will open minds
A story will be told
and victory is in a simple soul"

As I finish the last line of the song, she moves her head, her big blue eyes looking at me with confusion. "…Chloe?"

I smile at her. "Welcome back Sophie." I close my eyes.

Soooo…how was it? I hope it wasn't too bad.. Anyways, I'm gonna try and update in the next few weeks, but I am not gonna promise anything, because April is gonna be super busy for me. I have to get everything ready for graduation; I'm starting two new jobs. There's just a lot to do before my high-school career is over and done with. To be honest, I'm gonna miss it. Not the drama or the bullshit that comes with it, but the constant things to do. I'm not one to just sit around and do nothing; I always like to have something to do. Anyways, I got way off topic xD

Love you;

WindStorm96~~