She kicked the ball over to her identical twin sister. They both had the same young, innocent features and even went so far as to wear the same clothes. Of course, everyone in the village wore basically the same acolyte's robes. Physically wise, there was only one difference between the two sisters. One wore a purple Magatama on a necklace, while the other wore a red Magatama.

Iris caught the ball with her hands and threw it back to Dahlia. "So Dollie, we're going to be leaving pretty soon, huh?"

"Leaving?" Dahlia said, perplexed.

"Well, you know. After all that stuff with Mom and Dad, and how we're going to leave the village with him…"

"No we aren't," Dahlia said. "I don't want to leave."

"But Dad said we were going with him."

"I don't like Dad," Dahlia said, miffed at the thought of her father. "He's leaving the village just because Mom's not the Master and he's jealous of the women having spiritual powers. He's greedy and selfish and I'm not going with that coward."

"Don't be an idiot!" Iris said. "We don't have spiritual powers either!"

"So? That doesn't mean we can't stay," Dahlia retorted.

"I'm not staying here!" Iris crossed her arms and pouted.

"Stupid say what?" Dahlia said quickly.

"What? Oh grow up Dahlia!" Iris said.

"Well I'm not going with Dad and that's finale!" Dahlia said.

"Why would you say that? Why can't you just agree with me?" Iris said.

"Because I'm not you, you idiotic prissy girly girl!" Dahlia shouted and ran off, tears in her eyes.

She didn't really know where she was going, Dahlia just wanted to get away from her sister. Her feet took her through the winding paths of Kurain Village. She just kept running and running until she was too tired to carry on. She leaned against a wooden post, catching her breath while fighting back sobs.

Dahlia looked up and a woman wearing an elegant pink robes with golden accents. She looked stunning, but the red charm she wore around her neck struck fear into Dahlia's heart. She knew where she was now, the main family section. Dahlia just prayed that she, a member of the branch family, would not be spotted. Dahlia's mother had warned her that a branch family member should not be in this particular area. Especially not one with so little power as herself, to quote her mother's words.

Misty Fey, Master of Kurain Village, turned her head and saw Dahlia. It was too late.

"Mystic Misty," Dahlia said, straightening up.

"Hello there, Dahlia," Misty said, serenely. "What's my little niece doing here?"

"I'm so sorry, Mystic Misty," Dahlia said.

Misty walked over to her and bent down the little girl's height. "You misinterpreted me, Dahlia. You're not in trouble, I promise. Are you okay?"

Dahlia nodded her head, but her eyes were red from crying. Yet another tear escaped and hit the ground.

Misty noticed and smiled softly. "Now, Dahlia, don't lie to me. You can tell me what's wrong. I'm your aunt after all."

Dahlia tried her hardest not to cry, but was failing miserably. She looked at her feet, sobbing. "Did your mother tell you to call me "Mystic" Misty?"

Dahlia nodded her head. "Y-yes."

Misty looked up to the heavens. "Great Mystic Ami help me she's such a…"

"Such a what?" Morgan Fey said, storming over. "And what did you do to make my daughter cry?"

"I didn't do anything," Misty said, standing up to face her sister and Dahlia's mother.

"Oh really?" Morgan said.

"Yes, now shouldn't you be less worried about me and more focused on Dahlia?" Misty said.

White fury gleamed in Morgan's eyes. "Don't try to worm your way out of this. I can't begin to fathom what you're up to-"

"Stupid say what?" Misty said.

"Wha- wait I thought you were supposed to grow out of that!" Morgan said.

"So that's where I get it from," Dahlia said quietly, so no one would hear her.

The two women argued in front of Dahlia, who didn't know what to do.

"Psst, over here," a young voice said.

Dahlia looked around and spotted a girl a few years older than her with brunette hair. The girl motioned for Dahlia to come over to her. "They won't notice, trust me."

Trying to be as quiet and discreet as possible, Dahlia moved away from her mother and aunt. She joined the girl and they ran off.

"I'm Mia, by the way," the older girl said.

"Dahlia."

"You're Aunt Morgan's daughter right?" Mia said.

"Yes," Dahlia said. "You're Mystic Misty's oldest daughter, aren't you?"

Mia nodded her head. "Yep, but I just call her Mom."

"Right," Dahlia said. "Um… thanks I guess."

"Not a problem," Mia said. "It's no fun when they fight like that. I could never stand it."

Dahlia just nodded her head.

"Say, you want to meet my little sister?" Mia said.

"Really? Sure," Dahlia said. Mia acted so differently than the other acolytes, she was much more casual. Dahlia didn't really know how to respond, so she just went along.

Mia lead her to the Winding Way, where a toddler was playing in the garden.

"Hi Sis!" the small child said, brightening at the sight of Mia.

"Hey Maya, whatcha doing?" Mia said.

Maya giggled. "Hi Sis!"

Mia laughed. Then she turned to Dahlia. "This is my baby sister, Maya. She doesn't know many words yet. Go ahead, say hello."

Dahlia felt a smile creep up on her. "Hi Maya."

"Hi!" Maya said, happy as could be.

"So Dahlia, what do you want to do?" Mia said.

"Me?" Dahlia said. "Well, what were you doing before?"

"I was just sweeping around the Winding Way," Mia said. "Why don't we play ball? Maya can't get enough of it!"

"Alright," Dahlia said. Apparently, playing ball was more popular around the village then Dahlia had thought.

Mia brought out a blue rubber ball and the three Fey girls sat the ground, rolling it to each other because Maya was still so small. Dahlia laughed when Maya got the ball and ended up kicking it to Mia's head. The two Fey sisters were fun, easygoing, and above all, sisterly. For the first time, Dahlia found two sisters that didn't fight with each other.

It was then that Dahlia decided that no matter what happened, she was staying at Kurain Village.

"Hey Dahlia, do you mind helping me with something?" Mia said.

"Sure, what?" Dahlia said.

"Well, I'm still supposed to be cleaning up around here. Would you mind cleaning out the incinerator while I sweep?" Mia said, her eyes pleading. "The incinerator… it kind of scares me. I'm always worried that I'm going to catch myself on fire, you know?"

"I'll help," Dahlia said, standing up. She felt a debt to Mia, and she was eager to repay it.

"I wanna halp too!" Maya said.

Mia chuckled and helped her little sister to her feet. "Alright, you can help me sweep."

Dahlia set to work cleaning all the ashes out of the incinerator. It wasn't a tough job really, although Dahlia stayed vigilant in case the incinerator caught fire. Just as she was wiping the last of the ashes, she heard a smashing sound followed by a cry.

Dahlia turned around and saw Mia and Maya on the walkway, staring at the Sacred Urn lying broken on the ground.

"Oh no!" Mia said, putting a hand over her mouth. "We broke the urn! The special urn that houses Mystic Ami's soul!"

Maya started crying. "No! That bad!"

"Oh, what are we going to do?" Mia said.

"I'll take the blame," Dahlia offered.

"What, you can't take the fall!" Mia said. "You didn't do anything."

"So?" Dahlia said. "You don't want to get in trouble, do you?"

Mia tried to comfort the weeping Maya. "Don't worry, we'll think of something. It'll be okay."

"Maybe we can fix it," Dahlia suggested.

"Fix it? But we can't put Mystic Ami's soul back. And that's supposed to be where all the Fey's power comes from," Mia said, distressed.

"Umm," Dahlia said, thinking. "Err, maybe her soul with go back on its own. If Mystic Ami wants to be there, she'll go back, right? She was the original Master; I bet she could do that."

"You think so?" Mia said, eyes gleaming with hope.

"Well, it's better than just leaving the Sacred Urn on the ground like that," Dahlia said. "Where's the glue?"

"In the Side Room!" Mia said. "Watch Maya, I'll be right back."

Mia ran off and Dahlia vaguely wondered if she was coming back. She looked at Maya, rubbing her eyes. Dahlia decided that Mia wouldn't leave Maya like that, she could trust Mia. Dahlia went over to Maya, putting on a brave face. Mia soon returned with glue.

"Okay, let's see if we can put this back together," Mia said.

The pieces were big, so it wasn't too difficult to figure out what piece went where. Mia, being the oldest, was the best speller so she put the pieces back so that the urn spelled "Ami."

"So, Mys-ick Ami will be okay?" Maya said, trying her very best to get the sentence right.

"She'll be fine," Dahlia said. "You and your sister just freed her."

"Yay! Free Ami!" Maya said, clapping.

"Yeah, free Ami!" Dahlia said, pumping her fist.

"No, don't free Ami!" Mia said, face palming. "Let's just fix this, okay?"

"Oh girls," a serene voice said from behind them.

Misty was standing there, with a camera and a smile. Mia and Dahlia were stunned into silence. Maya started crying again; they had been caught.

Misty took a photo with her camera; then looked at the girls. "I think that one's a keeper."

"Umm, I, um, eh," Mia tried to speak coherently, but to no avail.

"I'm surprised that old urn hasn't been ground to dust yet," Misty said. "So, which one of you did it?"

Before Mia or Maya could react, Dahlia made a peace sign and grinned.

"Dahlia?" Mia said. "Dah-lia."

"Huh?" Dahlia said, she took her hands out of her pockets.

She looked around the defendant's lobby, seeing Mia, Lotta and two new yet familiar faces.

"I think the kitten got a little lost in herself," Diego Armando said.

Maya clapped her hands together and nodded. "So what were you thinking about Dahlia?"

Dahlia smirked. "Freeing Ami from the awful urn."

Mia face palmed. "Not that again."

"Congratulations on your first trial by the way," Diego said, covering the fact that he didn't get the inside joke. "How did it go?"

"Got my client found innocent, tricked a wicked witch into admitting her stupidity and made an old guy go bald," Dahlia said proudly.

"Nice," Diego said. "Wish I had been there. So who's the baldy?"

"Payne," Dahlia said.

"That's my girl," Diego said.

Mia punched him in the arm. "Ahem."

"Ha ha, just kidding Kitten," Diego said, putting his arm around Mia. She didn't look so mad anymore.

Dahlia rolled her eyes.

"Let's go Dahlia," Maya said. "They're getting all lovey-dovey again."