Sorry haven't written in a week! Been so super busy, again. Please review! :D

Ladea

We were at Agdistis's palace. Annie songs played over and over at the front of the entrance, and a menacing doll with curly orange hair glared at us. It moved.

"Ahh!" yelped Kiara. A handsome man that had Kiara's features glared at us.

"Hello," his voice was rugged and appealing, "I am Attis."

"Attis," I coo back. I don't understand, he makes me feel like I want to be with him, but I like Jay.

"Ladea," warns Jay, putting up a muscular arm to make me avoid my gaze from Attis.

"Attis," Fiona says too, but then slaps on a serious face.

"Attis," Nerita nods, hypnotized. Her eyes glazed, but unglaze as soon as she yells, "Attis!" She lunges at him, dagger piercing through his chest.

"Hah, you can't kill me that easily," Attis reforms, "I can never die . . . unless, of course, all body is weakened, but that's a different matter. Harintok gave us 1/1,000,0000 of his strength! We'll defeat you easily! But none of that. All guests must be treated kindly first."

"Uh huh," I nod, mesmerized by his lovely voice, yearning for his eyes to meet mine.

"Agdistis," smiles Attis, kissing a pretty girl on the cheek as she walks in.

"Attis," her voice is like warm honey and a soft summer's breeze, "Ah, Ladea Jackson!"

The girl turns into a man almost exactly like Jay, but with a more stronger essence. It's like a magnet, and I find myself coming toward him. I hold on to the real Jay, but my body forces me to go toward the man.

"Please, come inside," Agdistis escorts me in. What a gentleman . . .

Owen

Kiara hums softly, "Na na naa." Her voice is straining to keep sane. I know it. Agdistis was beautiful . . . before she turned into a guy and went to Ladea. I mean, I'm just going to call this dude an "it." Because it is officially creeping me out!

I am going to keep sane, whether anyone likes it or not. I won't become in love with anyone,besides Kiara, because she's awesome and can deal with me. Otherwise, all mechanics and goof for me. Just like my dad, and he did fulfill a Great Prophecy too, so why should it matter if I'm like him?

Kiara's hand meets mine, and I squeeze it. She looks at me, raising a brow, as if agitated. She stares at Attis, who changed himself into someone that looked . . . almost exactly like me. Except this dude was really muscular and ripped, and was taller. A lot taller. His face is more rugged and he looks a lot more sure of himself. I shake the thought away and try focusing on something else.

"Eeeyuck," murmurs Fiona, scanning everything. I don't get it. It's very clean here, with a long plush carpet and silvery doors with gold everywhere. Gold everywhere. Eh, I'm pretty sure Midas isn't here.

Then I see a machine. I gasp. It is simply, utterly, AMAZING. It looks clean, but it seems of tons of gadgets inside and there are more buttons than I can count. I know it'll be a deadly weapon.

I walk toward it and let go of Kiara's hand. I reach for the machine and start playing with it. Zing! Crick! Nerrr. Some gears broke. I pop open the back and look inside. Oh, no. Thousands of millions of gadgets whir, gear hum, and particles sway out of place. Out of place.

I need to fix it. I try setting to work, but it keeps on breaking, worse and worse. No, no, no . . . this can NOT go to waste on my watch.

You might be getting an idea on how Owen's going to go crazy here. :) Promise to post next chapter within a week, but have been so busy lately!