I sat on my bed, staring at the wall.

Master smiled down at me, "It won't hurt you. Dr. Stockman has prepared a special tracer which will simply find it and have you regurgitate it."

I relaxed; at least I wasn't going to die. But…Raph and his brothers, they were going to die.

Dr. Stockman wheeled up, holding a white framed black sheet of some sort of material. "Just to be sure," he explained as he held the sheet up in front of my abdominal cavity.

"See, right there," He pointed a robotic finger to something on the sheet. A portable X-ray machine!

Master nodded and a smile grew on his face that sent a shiver down my back spine.

Karai was chewing her lip. What was wrong with her?

"Very good," Maser nodded.

Stockman wheeled away with the X-ray machine.

"Karai, take Maysa back to her room now," Master looked at me, lacking the concern I saw before.

"Come then," Karai said. I turned and followed back through and out of the room.

When we were in the moving elevator, I asked, "Am I not Cally anymore?"

"No," She answered shortly, and rather absent mindedly, "You are Maysa."

"Oh."

Now, Maysa, me, sat on her bed, fretting. What was to become of Raphael and his brothers?

Sure I had been mad at him, but now he was going to die. I didn't want him to die, just change.

I lay back on my pillow and closed my eyes.


Creak! My eyes flashed open. I wasn't in my room, and I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair. My hair was painfully pulled away from my face and it was sweltering. I tried to look about, but could no move my head. In fact, I couldn't move anything. Instead, I was staring down at a wooden table.

"Empress?" A concerned voice inquired, "Is something the matter?"

"You tell me, Democritus…"

I was seeing out of the eyes of Empress Maysa!

"I can see no true peace within those whom fight amongst each other," A different, rougher voice spoke.

"There must be, even if we must make it, Randolph," The Empress' voice shook. "I must keep my kingdom together! And you must help!"

Silence fell and clinking from another room was the only thing heard.

"Mistress, you know we must go," A soft, defiant voice sighed.

The Empress shook her head, "Then why may I not go, Lysander?" Her voice came out in a whisper, but because the silence was still trying to overcome, it was all that was needed.

"Because," Lysander's voice came out strong, but it sounded struggled, "the journey is ours, and it is much too dangerous for you."

Another voice spoke; less mature than the others, "You know we can't lose you. You would get hurt."

Maysa let out a short, biter laugh, "Macabeth, you know that is the last thing I worry about"

"But it's the first thing we worry of," Democritus murmured.

"Empress, you must understand," Lysander's strain echoed across the room.

"Why can't you tell me about this journey?"

"It does not concern you," was Randolph's short answer.

"I trust you with my life and you cannot trust me with this?" The Empress did not look up, but from her voice you could tell she was saddened and upset with the situation.

"If we spoke of the journey we might leave your kingdom in worse condition than it already is!" Randolph explained hotly.

Maysa sighed in exasperation, finding herself getting no where. "When do you leave?"

"The sky indicates a clear day tomorrow," Democritus said, his words hung heavily in the air.

"Then I suggest you begin to pack," And with that the Empress stood and left without giving any of them as much as a glance.

She walked down a plan hall of wooden floor and wall. She stopped in front of a thin door and slid it open before stepping inside.

This was so frustrating. Why didn't I get any control of Maysa's body if I got all the senses? Was this all just a stupid dream or was I actually seeing something that really happened?

I was too deep in thought to notice that Maysa had walked over to her bed. If I was seeing something that really happened, it was when the advisors left. So where was the jewel?

"Why didn't Lysander tell me they were leaving before now?" The Empress cried, "I thought he…" Her voice faded off.

Thought he what?! I couldn't get into Maysa's thoughts, but I had a pretty good guess. That he perhaps loved her. A sudden sense of repulse hit my thoughts.

Wait! Four…unusual beings…feared for fighting skills? Why had I not put the pieces together?! Raph and his brothers where the advisors reincarnations! But…which one was Lysander? I knew Raphael was Randolph, but the others names… Wasn't Dan one of them? No… I couldn't remember. It had been so long.

Maysa was crying into her hands when the door slid gently open. She looked up, wiping her eyes of tears. "Lysander?"

Finally! I wanted to know what they looked like.

A rather tall figure stood in the doorway. What was odd was that I could see the same build as Raphael's, but Lysander wore a cloak that had edges that touched around his calf's, and he also had a scarf that wrapped around up to the edge of his mouth and hung down to his waist. Lysander slowly walked into the room, sliding the door shut behind him. "You do understand, don't you?" He asked softly.

Maysa simply looked to the floor. "Why didn't you tell me?" her voice came in a whisper against the silence.

"This is one thing I could not tell you about," Lysander's remorse lingered in his voice.

"You could have at least told me you were going to leave."

"I-I promised, you know as leader, I have to take up these responsibilities," Lysander's voice barely escaped his mouth. He walked closer and reached out toward Maysa.

She simply swatted his hand away, "We spoke of this," She murmured.

His hand dropped and his left brought out a box. "Here," The words stuck to despondence.

The Empress took it from his hand. It was a dirty, filthy box. She looked up at Lysander, most likely skeptical. As she opened it a soft shimmering began to emerge. Inside, sitting on a bright red cushion, was a crystal orb. Perfectly round, the mood light seemed to purposely catch it. "Lysander…" She breathed. My image started blurring with her tears.

"I hope," Lysander softly explained, "it represents us, my brothers and I."

Maysa studied the box and looked up at Lysander. "Not the outside," There was a little light in her voice.

He smiled, "I thought it did." The small amount of moonlight revealed his face to look almost identical to Raphael's other than different color. So they were still the same beings…but dressed differently.

"You've always been harsh on yourself, you look exactly like your brothers," Maysa murmured, "you are going to hurt them."

"Don't forget us," Lysander's voice might as well have been a breath, "We will return."

"I never doubt your words," The Empress' words were heavy.

"You have no reason to."

Maysa held out her hand into the open air. Lysander's three-fingered hand met hers. She split her fingers to match them to his.

"I don't think I could ever find myself to for get you, Democritus, Randolph, or Macabeth," Maysa choked. "But we must have a clean break," She added when Lysander attempted a hug, or what ever they did in ancient times.

"So, I suppose this is farewell," Lysander murmured.

"So it is," The Empress looked away to the floor, holding the jewel close, and out of my limited view.

"Farewell, Empress," It was obvious Lysander was trying to maintain composure. "We will return." He repeated himself as if he were trying to convince himself as well as Maysa.

"Farewell, Lysander," Her words caught, "I wish a safe journey, and a soon return."

I heard the door slide open and shut and Lysander's barely audible foot steps fad away before Maysa broke into sobs, clutching the dirty box.

I blinked and found myself nose-to-nose with Karai, she was standing over me like a shadow. "Stop whimpering! All of New York could have heard you!" She frowned. "Master told you it wouldn't kill you."

"When will it be done?" That was the only thing on my mind.

Karai shrugged, still frowning. I hoped her face froze. "In two days. Now, let me rest and stop fretting over it!" And with that she turned and left.

Two days was all the time I had to get out of here. Lysander's promise had only been a quarter finished. It was up to me to make sure the other three-quarters of the promise were fulfilled. And it was going to be! I had a feeling out story wasn't over quite yet.