Sorry that the chapter is short, but, hehehe, it's for a purpose, I think I'm gonna take the poll down. I know I know, you probably don't care. Just thought I'd tell you. Next chapter might come up tomorrow, or sometime today. Just to say so you're not confused, this character, is slightly blind in her left eye.

Sharing time (staring at a wall) with Haken Cath.

this is going to end well...

Uncle Haken gave me one of his signature looks. I either tell him what's bothering me, or he'll find out in his own way. I rolled my eyes at him as we sat on the couch in the small living room. I was on one end, while my Uncle sat on the other. We both crossed our legs as we stared at the wall. Sharing time, Haken called it.

"That boy in the market, he looked like Ezra." I spoke to the greenish paint.

"Mhhm."

I breathed in deeply. "He looked as if I was reminding him of someone."

"Which eye were you mainly using?"

"Both." I paused. "He had a look in his eye, like he wanted to meet me again. I still have a feeling that actually will happen. I miss them all, but." I sighed.

"You don't feel it's the right time to go back. There's never a wrong time. Time itself is needed to be excepted." I looked to the floor at Haken's words. I would say something, but had more to say. "You, are a natural protector. Like your father." Haken paused, as the word rang through the still room. "It's hard to go back to a place you let go. But the only reason you had enough strength to say goodbye, is that group. You want to protect them, and all that are close to you." Haken's words dropped off into a hollow silence. "It's hard to take a first step back to where you're meant to be, Ara. You need to tighten your grip on things. Everything will slip from your grasp if you don't. You feel like you can't go back, but there are too many maybes not to."

I deeply breathed in, and looked up to see my Uncle's fiery amber-red eyes looking back at me.

"You would give your life for that team. You basically did. When you have no regret about taking action for that, is when you'd do it again too. You never regretted it did you?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Then going back should be just as natural as breathing. You may feel it's hard now, of what it could have been if you didn't leave, or what they might think of you now. But. When it comes down to it, you'd step in when they need it most. When you don't even need to think to take action. You're not afraid of death, but you don't always want it. You'll leave them with the good memories. And you'll take with you the same."

I smiled as my Uncle rambled on about something he once read, or his master taught him, we both softly laughed.

"Oh, yeah. I found a way to contact them. And their here now. That boy in the marked was Ezra."

My smiled dropped as I glared at him.

Damn it Haken! You wait to tell me now!

My glare got sharper with each passing moment, as a list of names filled my head

"Surprise?" This man, my Uncle, a fiery eyed, loose-fluffy brown hair, sometimes serious person. Can come up with the damnedest times to say something. I changed my position.

"I'm gonna kill you." I muttered, leaping to him. My arms wrapped around Haken's neck as I slid over an armrest, pulling my Uncle to the ground with me. He made a small sound once his back hit the floor, and he looked up at me, the hair that covers his forehead a little reaching back some.

"Alright. Happy now? You took down an old master."

"No," I looked sideways, still angry. "Maybe." One corner of my lips curved up a little. All the sudden, Haken grabbed my arm, and from his position, pulled me to my feet.

"Git goin' kid!" He almost yelled, pointing at the back door.

The I realized what he meant, I smile and nodded. Then I ran to the back door, jumping over his legs, and rushed to the field close to the house.

Haken's POV

After Ara rushed out the door, I slowly stood up. I let a deep breath in. Looking at the floor, I closed my eyes, and let it out.

"Masters. I pray that you give her guidance." I opened my eyes and looked at the door. "We all know she needs it." I turned, still looking at the door, then I looked above me. "I believe she is ready this time, masters. And I am as well." I glanced at the door once more, and slowly walked to my room to meditate.

Oh yeah, could any of you give me advise on standing in front of a small group? I was happy I asked to do it after I did, but once I got to thinking about it, I started to get nerves. I have to read something that I wrote to a group tonight, but they won't know I wrote it, so that helps a little.