Would you guys kill me if I waited a month longer? Because if so, I'm going to move to a different country.

Brianna

"J-Jack?" Lianna stammered. Jack just stared at her, as if he couldn't recognize her.

"Li..." Jack finally replied, using Lianna's pet name. And with that, our hearts melted, and we dashed into his arms.

"I missed you," Alexa cried, tears slipping out and staining his dirtied shirt.

"I missed you too," Jack murmured, cooing in her ear. Alexa laughed.

"We've been looking everywhere for you," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

"I know," is all Jack offers.

"Now we're together," Lianna starts, sniffling like crazy.

"Forever," Alexa adds, sobbing.

We sat by the fireplace, a hunk of meat roasting on a spit on the fire.

"How'd you find us?" Lianna asked.

"I didn't," Jack replied, a small smile on his lips.

"Were there anyone else you were with?" I asked, hoping to get an honest answer out of him.

"Um, yes... Jerry, Eddie, Kelsey, Grace, and Lisette," Jack listed cautiously.

Kim, who'd been staring at the fire so intently that it was obvious that she was avoiding Jack, finally looked up to meet his eyes.

"How are they? Kelsey, Grace, and Lisette," she whispered, her voice low.

"Um..." Jack seemed to be fumbling with his words.

"Well? Loosen up and tell me, I can handle it," Kim barked coldly.

"Lisette's been cursed," Jack muttered, before looking away.

Kim froze. A tear made its slippery way down her cheek.

"Kim, I'm so sorry," Jack apologized. Kim made not a sound for a few minutes.

Then she muttered, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight," and walked away from the fire.

"Kim... aren't you at least a little glad to see me?" Jack asked at the last minute, when she was about to disappear into the shadows.

"I... can't answer that. I'm sorry," was Kim's response before she laid back down.

"She's still remembering the prophecy," Alexa announced.

"Alexa!" Rhiamon gasped, "Jack shouldn't have to know about it!"

"I didn't say my brother had to know the words of the prophecy," Alexa pouted. I laughed. I'd forgotten the young side of her. She'd aged so much mentally that I'd forgotten she was four.

"What prophecy?" Jack inquired.

None of us answered him.

"What prophecy?" Jack asked again, this time growling.

"We can't tell you," Rhiamon murmured softly.

Snarling, Jack picked her up by her shirt. "Listen to me, witch. You may be my little sister's best friend, but you're still the daughter of my fiancee's enemy, and I'm sure she hates you, no matter how happy and content she appears on the outside.

"That's not true," Rhiamon replied, only slightly scared of Jack.

"Oh it is," Jack snarled viciously.

"No it's not," a voice sounded by the edge of the campfire. Kim. "Please go to sleep before I shoot you all in irritation," she growled as she went back to sleep.

"I'll take first watch," I murmured, putting Alexa and Rhiamon in their little mats on the ground.

I watched as all my friends and siblings went to bed.

My eyes drooped. I smacked myself to try and be more alert. You can't sleep now! You're on watch until midnight! I mentally yelled at myself.

No avail, my eyes began to close. I rubbed a washcloth of icily cold water on my face to try to wake myself up.

Still didn't work.

Just then, I heard a branch crack. I whipped my sword out.

Suddenly, it vanished from my hand. I clutched at one of my daggers, but it too disappeared.

I heard a snore, and I whirled to face Jack.

Floating in midair.

Desperate, I chased after it, but I could only watch in semi-awake horror as Jack was taken away.

Jack

I woke up in a farmhouse, on a straw bed. Where am I? How did I get here?

"George! Wake up, George!" I heard a warm, maternal voice call. George? Who's George?

The door to the room opened, and a woman with mousy brown hair and streaks of red stood there. She wore a long-sleeved floral print dress and a white apron.

"George, you're awake!" the woman cried softly in shock.

"I'm not George. I'm Jack," I answered, confused.

"Have you been dreaming again? You're George Wiseman, sweetie," the woman smiled gently, brushing back my hair. It felt... kind of nice.

"George Wiseman?" I stretched the syllables out, testing them. Surprisingly, they felt familiar on my tongue.

"Oh, it must've been that sound I heard last night. You must have fallen from your bed, and heaven knows our floors are extremely hard. You must've had a slight memory loss, and dreamed up an alternate land, with a name like Jack. My oh my, that seems like a lumber jack!" the woman, who must be my... mother, exclaimed in horror.

Suddenly, a girl with long, straight, sandy hair appeared behind Mother. "Glad to see you're awake," she greeted cheekily. Her sky blue dress reached the tips of her brown shoes.

"Hello Stacy," I mock-groaned.

Mother was right.

I must've dreamed up the other world after I suffered a slight memory loss.

But there was a girl.

A girl with blonde locks and doe brown eyes, who was as elegant as a princess and as fearsome as a huntress.

Who I had loved... in that other world.

You may or may not know these people's POV:

"Did it work?" a man with dark brown hair with fiery red tips/

"Of course, Micheil," The woman called Mrs. Wiseman laughed evilly.

"Soon, we will break the heart of Princess Kimberly, and Teril will be ours."

Sorry it's a bit short, but... I really have no excuse.

~squirmyorchid~