Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry I hadn't updated in a while, but school's really been killing me and i had a dance competition two weeks ago, and now I have one in Niagara this Thursday and Friday, and stuff's been going down at school, and- *sigh* Well, I think you get the point

Anyways, thank you soooooo much for the lovely reviews, you all are too nice! I'm sorry to say that this chapter is going to be shorter than the last two and that it's not as- exciting either, but my head is just bursting with ideas for the next chapter (which admittedly, isn't going to be much action either), and I had started this a while ago, and I decided that it just had to get done today! Either way, I hope you enjoy it and once again, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes! Enjoooooy!

Fitz puffed heavily as he ran at a steady pace. He exactly know where he was going- or where he was trying to get to either. All he knew was that he had to run... Didn't he?

Fitz sighed as he came to an abrupt stop. Of course he didn't need to- he could've stayed there, he knew he could have. He could've waited for them to come so he could explain himself. He could've been there to greet his friends and his beloved sister after all this time. He could've stayed and seen the expressions on their faces when they saw it was him-

Or wait—

Thinking about that made Fitz realized why he did run and why he was sure he had to. He was a coward- and ultimate fool who is constantly running from his past in fear. He didn't want them to see who he'd become- or had been made into- after all this time. He couldn't bear to see the looks of distraught and horror when they saw who he truly was now- a monster.

Nothing but a low, dangerous, unwanted monster.

He was disgusted with himself– so why should they feel any different?

Sighing to himself, Fitz stopped back at the small little hut that he had made for himself. It wasn't much- a few stolen blankets for a bed, food, water, clothing, and his other few belongings was all that it contained- but it was home. And Fitz had made it sturdy and strong enough so that it should be able to outlast a few small storms.

Fitz entered his hut and laid down on the soft grass, linking his hands behind his head. He didn't really know himself why he was at that old Neverseen hideout to begin with- maybe he was looking for some clues, or files on what else they might've done to him; because although the Neverseen told him a lot, they definitely didn't tell him everything. After all, they were just planning on using him as a weapon. Why would you tell your weapon every single one of his powers when he could easily use them against you? The Neverseen might be horrible elves, but they definitely weren't dumb ones. They were just as secretive and complex as the Black Swan was known to be.

But of course, he found nothing. No files about why the Neverseen chose him in the first place, nor any explanation about these weird feelings he gets and how something bad or dangerous happens to or around him every time after he feels them. So all in all, Fitz remained left in the dark about who he was and the extent of his powers- and he was well beyond starting to get sick of it.

"I just need somewhere to go," he decided in his head, "somewhere I won't be a threat or dangerous to other elves or beings." Fitz groaned, and ran his hands over his face. The idea itself sounded impossible to him. Where in Eternalia would there ever be a place where he wasn't a threat? "Ravagog," Fitz thought to himself before snickering, and shaking his head. No way in hell would he be stupid enough to go there. Though ogres were very violent creatures and he would fit in well with their- brutish ways, Fitz knew, as every elf did, that elves were especially not welcome in ogre territory.

His enhanced senses picked up the sound of footsteps. Fitz quickly got to his feet and went outside his hut, hoping there was no one from the council or worse, the Neverseen, trying to find him. The sounds got quieter and Fitz moaned in annoyance, realizing his hearing must've picked up something or someone trekking through the woods, probably miles away from where he was. He sincerely hoped his senses would calm down after awhile, for it was just his, "assassin tendencies" that was making him alert to every single sound of footsteps or people.

Fitz looked over at the trees and frowned. Some of the branches were noticeably dying. He knew that he was around gnome territory- where the best produce and healthiest wildlife was grown- so what was happening? He had heard a rumour that there was a deadly sickness infecting the gnomes, but he hadn't acknowledged it until now. He hoped that everything was okay- although he didn't expect the council to do anything good about it. They were always late about things... That had always irritated him. The councillors could be quite conceited when it came to decision making sometimes.

Suddenly, Fitz's hearing picked up another sound- or sounds he should probably say. They consisted of different adults yelling out different instructions about- levitating? They sounded angry and irritated, but also vey dull, like they have given these instructions so many times before. Fitz's eyes widened when he realized who those voices belonged to:

Exillium instructors.

"Perfect!" Fitz gasped and, for the first time in a long time, actually cracked a small smile. That was a place where he could go! In those uniforms, he would be practically unrecognizable, and that way, it would make the Neverseen and the council harder to find him! The Black Swan too!

Fitz frowned a little. He knew Sophie had probably already told the others who he was and she was probably now trying to convince them to find him. But he couldn't let her do that- she would only be putting herself and their friends in more danger without realizing it. How was he supposed to tell her that the Neverseen was after him too?

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Fitz refocused to the task at hand: he needed to get to Exillium- and fast. There was absolutely no time to spare. He needed a place where he could keep a low pitiful and work to control his powers from going haywire. Packing what little things he found necessary, Fitz started his journey to Exillium, using only his instincts as navigation. Well, that and his hearing. He couldn't completely rely on it– it was an on-and-off kind of thing– but he knew that if he followed his instincts, which so far, were always correct, he would find his way.

Hopefully soon too: because the last thing Fitz needed was to encounter anyone, anyone—from his past.

So sorry for the shortness and boringness again! Truthfully, There won't be much action until props chapter 6, because I was planning on making the next chapter full of fluffiness and reminiscing of Fitz from our other beloved characters (spoiler!), and I think you may enjoy that, but warning: Knowing me, I tend to overwrite shit waaaaay too much, so I'm apologizing ahead of time because it will probably be one long ass chapter. Hope ya liked this one though, since Fitz P.O.V's are gonna be somewhat of a rarity in this story ;) Please review on how this chapter was and any way about ho I should improve my writing, and feel free to tell me just how magnificently boring you all probably found this chapter because in all honesty, it nearly killed me writing this, i haaaate writing transition chapters... (-_-) Anyways, I gotta go, my sister is influencing my nephew that tugging on my foot to get me out of the house is acceptable. Plus, I'm rambling too much (as always) so yeah. Until next time guys!

-Someonewhodoesntcare