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"Max, can you get the juice?" Harmony asked me as she stood over the stove. "Yeah, sure." I said to her. Almost two years had passed with my new flock. Oh, and I had yet to break the whole sister thing to Chase, my bad. I think most of us had forgotten, even me... well, almost.
Harmony was twelve now, and a better cook than me, or any of us. Actually, she was probably the most capable with the house, so we usually left cooking, cleaning and all that to her. She was fine with it, and liked everything to be just so, the way she liked it. "Smells good." Scholar said as she walked in with Crest behind her, smiling cockily, just like always.
"Who's left to get up?" Harmony asked me as I looked around. Zen had finished setting the table and was reading on the sofa. "Caige and Jace, again." I moaned as I walked up the stairs. We had a walkway on the second floor so that we could look down and see the entire living room. I walked across to Jace's room and banged loudly on the door. "Jace, up and at 'em!" I shouted and he groaned from inside. "Shut up!" I heard him say. "You have five seconds before I kick down this door!" I warned. It didn't take him even a second to teleport out next to me. I didn't think he would want to spend all afternoon figuring out how to put his door back on, again. "Happy?" He asked annoyed. "Go get Caige he's not up yet." I said with a devilish smile plastered on my face. Without a word but a very frustrated look he disappeared and I walked out onto the walkway before hopping over the railing and onto the floor.
"Pancakes!" Harmony called as she stood with a steaming plate and walked over to the table. Zen got up slowly while Crest ran over to the table, taking the hot plate from Harmony and yelling something like " Hallelujah!" "You all better hurry, before he devours the whole thing." Scholar shouted and ran over to him, flipping over his head and spearing two pancakes on a fork. "Could you walk like a normal person please?" Jace complained as he walked up the stairs from the basement where Caige's room was. "Well, I'm not really normal, am I?" Scholar sneered playfully before sitting down. Caige bounded up the stairs as we all sat down.
"Yo, Zen, juice." Crest said, his voice muffled by the pancakes in his mouth. "Crest, just because your part bird, doesn't mean we want to see your regurgitated food." I warned him and he quickly swallowed. "It's on the counter Zen." I told him. He was the closest, so without a complaint he got up and disappeared around the corner. "So, any plans for today?" Jace asked us and Harmony piped up. "I want to work more on stenciling the attic." She said. Ever since she got a paint by numbers set last year, she had become such an art fanatic. I had to say, it was pretty damn impressive the stuff she could paint.
"Let's do something fun." Crest whined but quickly shut up when Scholar nudged him. "Jace should go get us an Xbox." Caige said quietly as Crest clapped loudly making us all jump and stood, pointing at Caige. "Yes, this will work!" He shouted and then pointed to Jace. "Go get a job and buy us stuff!" He demanded as Jace threw an apple at him which Crest caught in his mouth. "Shut your mouth and get one yourself." Jace said with his hands on his temples as we laughed.
Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise from the other room. Harmony was up in a flash, followed by the rest of us bounding into the kitchen. Zen was staring off into space with wide eyes, his hand opened loosely from where the juice pitcher had shattered around his feet. Harmony, completely disregarding the glass, stepped on the shards to her brother, looking worriedly at his face. He took in a deep breath and blinked twice, stumbling backwards before Harmony steadied him.
"Damn." He swore softly as he examined the glass around his feet. "Zen, what's wrong?" Harmony asked him, holding his shoulders to steady him. "Erasers, and lots of them. I'm not sure when, but they were around this area." He said. He carefully cleared a path from the glass for him and Harmony to step through. "Your feet are bleeding." He tsked her and sat her on the couch before getting the first aid from the cupboard. "Do you think it was today?" Jace asked him as Zen started to tend to Harmony's foot. "It was raining, so today is probably not the day." Zen said. Jace sighed loudly and put his hands to his temples. "Crest and Scholar, clean up the mess. Jace, and Zen, try to figure out when the attack will be. I'll fix up Harmony's foot. Caige, you can clear the table." I said and put them to work. I carefully disinfected Harmony's cuts, trying to be gentle when she winced. "You need to be more careful." I told her and she nodded solemnly, looking at Zen. "He'll be fine." I told her, noticing her worry. "Nothing bad will happen." I said and forced a smile. But truthfully, I was worried as hell.
Nothing had ever attacked us before, and frankly, that surprised me. The house was made deep inside a forest, and was two stories high, with a large underground level and a small attic on top. The house on the outside looked like a normal cottage and had a lake half a mile away. Jace and Crest had also cleared the trees out from over top the roof so we could blast through it anytime we were in danger.
I finished wrapping Harmony's foot and looked to where Zen and Jace were speaking. The vision wouldn't be able to tell us when the attack was, and somehow I already knew that. They both stepped away from each other and Jace eyed me warily. I walked over to listen. "No clue huh?" I asked and he shook his head, watching Zen disappear downstairs and Harmony down the hall. "We're going to leave before they get here I think." He whispered to me so Crest, Scholar and Caige couldn't hear. "Are you sure. I mean, we could probably beat them." "Maybe, but Zen said there were lots of them. I don't know, we've never been in a situation like this before." He sighed and put his fingers to his temples again. Something he did whenever he was frustrated. "If we do leave, we're probably not coming back right?" "Right, because they'll find the place and keep it watched." I sighed now too, thinking of the old E-shaped house, my old E-shaped house. "Or they'll burn it down." I said absentmindedly.
I could feel Jace staring at me and shook the thoughts away. "We'll start packing, break the news to everyone." I told Jace before walking to the door. "Where are you going?" He asked me as I flung open the door, letting the wind hit me. "Scouting." I said and took a running start before opening my wings and letting the wind take me upwards.
I surged circles around the house, never spotting anything even remotely suspicious. I didn't go back until night, hoping they'd all be asleep. I didn't want to see the kids hurting, to know that we'd never be coming back. Hopefully Jace hadn't told them that part. I flew down to the door and went inside the dark house. I was just about to head downstairs when I noticed a light coming from the hall. Curiously I followed it and peered into Harmony's bedroom. She was sitting on her knees with her back to me and facing a canvas. Like always, she was painting, and now it was a water lily on a dark lake. Without even flinching or pausing she spoke up.
"Do you think we'll ever come back?" She asked me, still brushing the canvas. I wouldn't lie to her, and couldn't so I sighed and answered truthfully. "I don't know, but probably not." I told her. She didn't speak for a moment as all the sounds were the brushes gentle strokes. Finally she stopped and looked to me with a forced smile. "I guess I never did finish the attic, did I?" She said with somber eyes. I smiled back at her as she continued on her painting.
There was nothing else to say, so I kept watching for a moment before standing to pack my things. Suddenly, something was very wrong. She wasn't painting anymore, I couldn't hear the strokes. So I stopped and turned. Paint was splattering on the floor before the brushed slipped from her hands and made an echoic hollow sound when it bounced off the ground. "Harmony?" I asked warily, knowing she couldn't hear. I went to kneel beside her and put a hand on her shoulder in case she passed out. She blinked a few times before looking gravely at her painting. "What's wrong?" I asked her and felt her tense and freeze under my palm. Her voice was barely audible when she spoke. "Something awful has happened."