A/N: See. Faster. :D

In a poorly lit study, Terrla flipped absentmindedly through the large pile of letters sitting on her desk. She wished she hadn't volunteered to sort mail this week. With the capital in panic due to the increasingly violent Fire-Claw movement The Guardians had been bombarded with alarmed letters from the populous, begging for them to intervene. And ever sense the Oblivion had fallen a week ago, the hysteria had only increased. To say the Temple had been flooded with mail was to say the sun is warm; a major understatement indeed.

Suddenly something caught the Earth Guardian's eye. At first it appeared to be just another letter to Kaze, but as she tossed it into his pile she noticed the CEO's official seal. Terrla raised an eye ridge, wondering why on earth the CEO would be writing Kaze. For the moment she just let it be.

A half hour passed, but still the thought of the letter was fresh in her mind. After a moment, she deducted that it had to be a personal letter. If the CEO wanted to contact them he'd send it to Kopaka. She had no clue that Kaze even knew the CEO, much less was penpals with him. Finally curiosity overcame her. She knew she shouldn't, that she should respect her comrades privacy, but she also knew that this wouldn't stop bothering her until she knew what the letter was about.

Careful so as not to disturb the seal too much, she slipped the envelope open, allowing the letter to fall to the desk. Similar the one Lila had found a few nights before, this letter was only a paragraph long, reading;

Mister Kaze,

Last night the remains of Oblivion were found and it was as I feared. The blueprints had been taken. If we can confirm that it was indeed Fire-Claw that lead the attack, then I firmly believe that war will be inevitable. So, I write to you today, asking you to prepare to issue order 5. The time is near. May the Ancestors bless our mission.

-CEO Rida

Terrla stared blankly at the paper for a moment, trying to make heads and tails of what she had just read. But before she had more than a moment to think over the letter a knock from the door echoed through the small study. With a start The Earth Guardian quickly slipped the letter back into the envelope and hid it, before moving to answer the door.

"Oh, it's you. Good evening, Lila." The earth dragoness said with a smile as she opened the door.

"Evening professor." Lila replied duly.

Terrla raised an eye ridge, "Sense when have you called me professor?"

Lila silently cursed herself. She had been so caught up in acting natural that she managed to botch just that.

"Kopaka told me, as the purple dragon I should be more formal when addressing people. It may come in handy once I start making public appearances."

"I think it's fine if you call me by my first name," Terrla said kindly, as she allowed the purple dragon to enter the chamber. With a pang of guilt she also brushed the unsealed letter off her desk with her tail. Lila had no need to see that.

"No reason really." Lila said lazily, "Just wanted to see how you're doing."

"I'm not a fool. What do you want?"

Lila's face fell, "Am I really that see though?"

The Earth Guardian's face lightened and she let out a light chuckle, "Don't worry, I just know you too well." The purple dragoness didn't look convinced, but she continued anyways, "So, what do you need?"

"Well, it's kind of a silly questions really..." Lila paused trying to find a way to phrase her question in the most unsuspicious manner possible, "I had heard a rumor that Kaze and the CEO use to be friends... I just wanted to know if that's true."

The Earth Guardian's head was swirling. How had a student known of this relationship before her? Were the other Guardian's keeping something from her? "Where'd you hear that," She asked calmly as ever.

Lila shrugged, "Just overheard someone talking..."

"Lila," Terrla said sternly, "If you're keeping anything from me, I need to know."

Lila panicked, she couldn't tell Terrla about the letter, or at least not where she found it. On the other paw she was clearly too far to turn back now. Then she had an idea, "I-I found a letter on his desk the other night. I didn't read much.. I'm sorry..." Guilt washed over the purple dragoness as soon as she finished talking. She wasn't the most honest dragon ever, but she didn't keep secrets from Terrla. Or, at least she didn't used to keep secrets from Terrla.

The Earth dragoness stayed silent for a time, pondering this new story. The next few moments were hell to Lila, she knew if Terrla called her bluff she'd be screwed.

"A letter?" The Earth Guardian finally asked.

Lila nodded slowly, unsure where Terrla was going with this, "Yeah..."

"Lila," The purple dragoness' hear stopped. She was so dead, "I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you."

Lila blinked. Wait. What?

Terrla turned, "I have something to show you." She paused, looking guilty, "I'd like to ask you to keep this between the two of us, though."

Lila nodded quickly, eager see where this was going.

"Here." Terrla tossed an unsealed letter to the purple dragoness. Lila opened it without hesitation and read it. She raised an eye ridge, then read it again.

"What does that even mean?" She muttered, glancing up at Terrla.

"I don't know. Maybe if we had the other lette-"

"I haven't been entirely honest either. I know what it said. I-I read it. Several times..." A small grin crept onto the purple dragoness' features.

Terrla shook her head with a sigh, but Lila swore she saw a grin on her face as well, "Lila. What am I do with you?"

She knew she should be crying, but she couldn't. The tears refused to come. It just hurt too much. Never again would she hear dads booming laugh as he listened to recordings of his favorite comedy routines. Never again would she come home to the smell of moms chicken dumplings. Never would she hear her little sister utter her first word.

Next to her Tremor sat, an empty look spread across his features. Breeze knew she wore the exact same look. How had it been that just two hours before they had been laughing at... what had they been laughing at? It didn't matter any more. All that mattered now was the emptiness that gripped her heart.

The police combed the blood stained apartment, looking for any evidence pointing to the identity to the killer. But Breeze knew they wouldn't if they knew who their father was. Who he really was.

Breeze had lost track of how long they had been standing there, time had lost meaning. She was pulled back to reality by her brothers voice, "Breeze. I'm cold." He sounded so pathetic, not at all like the tough young dragon she knew.

Breeze wrapped her wing over her little brother, "I know. I am too."