Author Note: Shout out to Susanna D. I'm sorry if this is late. I couldn't finish that early in my like schedule. I got my booster shot for COVID-19 and got sick. I had to work for five days straight and that made me more sick. I'm trying the best I can to juggle between work, school and my own mental health. Also, this chapter is big. I'm doing my best and sometimes modifying chapters to make it a bit shorter. I rewritten this chapter in one scene at least four times. I hate the "chosen one" plot. But it's Claire's choice on if she becomes evil or not. But I wanted to use the "basement" in the manor.

Also, shout out to Black Cobra. Don't worry. Claire isn't going to travel back in time. Abuela told her to "look" into their past. She going to travel in the present to find out who she is. There will be some flaskbacks here and there. But those are for Claire to see what happened. She isn't going to ruin the chronosphere. I don't like time-traveling storylines unless they do it good. The books handle it well. Wizards... I wish they didn't touch the chronosphere. And I HATE Rise of the Titans and how they did it! I'm ABSOLUTELY not going to ruin the chronosphere. First, that is stupid and why would you do it. And Second, the consequences are ruining your future in ways you don't want to. So don't worry. I'm not doing time-traveling or touch the chronosphere.

Warming: This chapter has a lot of tears and emotions. Claire might be strong. But she's suffering and all the pain since Trollhunters, needs to let it out. She just lost her grandmother, risked her family's safety and feels just like how Jim felt in Trollhunters. She's not a Drama Queen. She's suffering.

I scream in agony at the top of my lungs in the open. I have never felt more like a failure in my life until now. I could've saved Abuela. I could've protected her, but I didn't. I feel my magic burst and echo, significantly smaller, as I let out my last scream before collapsing to the ground. My necklace glows bright, and I hug myself, trying to wipe my grief away from my mind, but it stays glued in front of me the harder I try. I hear the waves and water motion, and I turn my head to the ocean. Even though it's pitch black outside, the moonlight shines a beautiful glow on the calm water, but then, a small wave touches the sand. l remember seven years ago, Abuela took me to the beach at night, not to swim or play, but just to walk along the shoreline.

"Fate is like the ocean—the unknown. The water moves, always changing. When something moves in the water or blocks it, that's an obstacle or choice. They cause fate to change as it moves, but it's up to the person's decision of where it moves. Some people think fate is destiny and can't be changed, while others think it's based on the person's choices, but no matter what people say, it's up to the person who is swimming where to go and what they choose to be."

I agree with her. If I hadn't asked Jim to attend the Romeo and Juliet audition, I would have never befriended him and soon fell in love with him. If I hadn't known about trolls, I would have never become a trollhunter and gone on strange but amazing adventures. If I hadn't stolen the Shadow Staff from Angor Rot, I would have never met Morgana. If I hadn't gone with Jim to New Jersey, we might never see each other again. I don't think it was my destiny to be who I am today. I am who I am through my choices and decisions throughout my life. However, if I had saved Jim in the woods of New Jersey, he wouldn't have suffered and become an enslaved troll. Merlin wouldn't have died if I didn't argue to save him. No! I saved Jim. I revived him from death and turned him back into a human. He would've done the same thing for me. He rescued my brother and sacrificed his humanity to become a half-troll. His choices and mine have saved so many lives and brought us together, but if I hadn't convinced or protected Abuela or healed her, she wouldn't have died, making me cry again.

"Claire." I hear Morgana's voice whisper in my ear.

"Claire!" I hear NotEnrique's voice shout.

I turn to the sound and see all my friends and parents run towards me. I stand and face them with tear stains on my cheeks but still hug myself.

"Claire! Why did you take off like that? Why are you out here?" Dad asks worryingly.

"'Why did I take off like that? Why am I out here?'" I repeat to my father in a sad but bit snarky voice. I scoff sarcastically, shaking my head. "My grandmother died in my arms, Papá!" I scream at him. "Are you fuckin' serious?! She died! She's dead!" I cry. Everyone stares at me in shock and worries for a moment in silence. Some of them open their mouths, wanting to speak. "I could've saved her! If she would've listened to me, she wouldn't be in the crossfire! I would've protected her if I was next to her! I could've healed her, but I didn't, and she died in my arms! It's my fault she died!"

Barbara steps towards me, nervous and sad. "Claire, there was nothing you could do; she was in a fatal condition the moment she was stabbed in the stomach." She says in a calm but raspy voice.

I shake my head and begin to tear up again. "No! No!" I cry softly. "I could've healed her."

Douxie stands next to Barbara with the same expression. "Claire, she's right. There was nothing you could do, and even if you could, you would badly suffer from it. Your grandmother wouldn't want that."

"Don't you dare say what my Abuela would think! I revived someone once! I can do it again!" I scream, pointing at my mentor. "I can handle it and don't care!"

Everyone's eyes widen as I half-confess what I did for Jim. The ones who saw it looked at each other, and the others stared at me in shock, specifically Barbara. "Claire, what are you talking about? No one has the power to do that." She asks with confusion.

I shake my head. "Whatever!" I mutter and turn to walk away, but Barbara grabs my hand.

"Claire, what are you talking about?" She repeats.

I whip my head to look at her. "I revived Jim! Not Douxie! I could've done the same to Abuela!" I shout at her. Everyone gasps in shock, and Barbara stares at me in shock; her eyes look like she's seen a ghost. She lets her grip off my hand, and I step back, realizing what I've just told her, but instead of saying anything to her, I turn around and walk away again.

"Claire!"

"No!" I reply and shake my head. My necklace glows brighter. As I walk, I feel regret for yelling at her. I walk faster on the sand so I can be far away. I momentarily shout at the top of my lungs, and my magic bursts out again. My knees buckle, and I collapse to the ground, letting my pain out with my tears. I hug myself and try to calm down, but I can't. The Arcane Order has come for me. The Half-Troll warned me this would happen. I endangered my family and got Abuela killed. I should've gone with them. Then no one would have to suffer.

"Claire?" I hear Mom's voice behind me.

I slowly turn to see her worried face stepping towards me. I know she is hurt too, but I also feel furious whenever I see her. I get up but keep my back towards her.

"Claire, please talk to me. I'm worried about you." She says softly, touching my shoulder, but I sharply pull myself away. "Sweetie, please talk to me." She pleads.

"No!" I hiss and start walking away again. I feel her grab my wrist, but I yank it away, anger rising too high inside.

"Stop young-"

"Or what!" I scream, whipping my head to look at my mother. "You'll scold me, make me feel worthless, or send me to my room! Go right ahead! I don't fuckin' care!"

Mom stares at me, stunned, taking a step back. "Claire, I'm not here to yell, scold or make you feel worthless. I worried and care about you." She replies calmly and a bit shaky.

I shake my head and laugh. "Care? You never cared for me since I was ten years old! All you cared about was your status as a councilwoman, winning, working, and having the image of a perfect family! The only amount of love and attention you gave was to Enrique and Dad! Not me! You always expect me to get perfect grades, care for Enrique, and be a perfect daughter! Since I was 10, you were a neglectful workaholic mother who couldn't even remember her daughter's own fuckin' birthday without looking at her schedule! You never cared about me! I missed you when I was little. Even when you had so much work on your shoulders, you played, cared for, and loved me! I needed you, Mom! I needed you in one of the most difficult times of my life, but you were never there!" I cry, tears coating my eyes. "luckily, I found that love I desperately needed in my friends and, soon, Jim! This is why I left with him for New Jersey! I didn't want to lose the love he gave to me, even if he turned into a half-troll, because he cares and loves me! But you didn't!-"

Mom cuts me off by pulling me towards her and wraps her arms around me, tightly holding me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mjia. I'm sorry for everything." She whispers in my ear.

"No! No! No, you're not! You're not sorry!" I scream, hitting my mom, but the more I struggle, the tighter Mom's grip gets around me. I hear her grunt and groan in pain, but she doesn't let go as I continue to hit. I don't care about hurting Mom. She's broken my heart so many times, and I want to make her feel how I felt. I kept hitting and screaming for what seemed like forever, but I began to tire from all the fighting, my magic, running, crying, and pain. I try to keep up, but I feel my hands slide down Mom's chest.

"Claire, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I never meant to hurt you. Since you were born and held in my arms, I knew you were special and were the apple of my eye, but after many years, I regret that I gave you what I thought was a curse on you. I fixed the mistake but lost the joyful, adventurous little girl I knew. Thanks to new friends and your first boyfriend, I saw you regain your joyful and adventurous nature. I remember my baby girl and felt guilty for everything I've done." Mom says sadly, trembling. "I should've never left you the way I did. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." She quietly cries.

Hearing Mom say something truthful to me for the first time in seven years, my eyes widen. What is Mom talking about? What does she regret? What was her mistake? But I feel the tears in my eyes and feel emotional. I close my eyes and bury my face in Mom's chest. Then I cry loudly and start sobbing. My necklace glows softly. I feel Mom's holding me like when I was little. I miss this so much. I never want this to end. I feel Mom stroke my hair and hear her quiet me while singing my lullaby. Her voice cracks from crying, but I don't care less. I miss hearing the sound of her voice. Soon, I begin to calm down, and Mom loosens her grip around me.

"Claire, look at me." I hear her say softly. I obey and lift my head to see Mom's teary eyes. She cups my face and wipes my tears away. "I'm so sorry. There is no excuse for how I treated you for all those years. I regret ever hurting you like that and wish I could fix it. I know it's hard to forgive and forget, but you don't have to do either of them. I have to own up to everything I've done. I wasn't there for you then, but I will be here for you now and in the future. And that's a promise I'm committed to making." She says, and in my experience, truthfully and honestly.

I lean into my Mom's chest again and wrap my arms around her, crying softly. She does the same, and I feel her head tilt over mine. "I can never forget what you did, but I'll soon forgive you," I mumble.

"And that's all I ask." Mom replies softly, stroking my hair and kissing me on the head, making me finally relax.

After a moment, we let go of each other, and I see tears in her eyes. "You're finally crying in front of me," I mumble, touching her face.

She giggles and sniffs, letting the tears fall down her cheeks. "I just missed my little girl." She replies with a hoarse voice.

"But what about Abuela?" I ask in concern, trying not to cry again.

Mom tries to smile and cups my cheeks. "I do feel heartbroken and sad, but if I lost you, I would be devastated, emotionally and mentally broken beyond belief, and I couldn't imagine seeing my little girl ever again." She says calmly. She wipes away her tears and smiles.

We hug again for a moment before turning to Dad and my friends. They all smile at us and keep quiet, respecting us. Dad walks toward us and places a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright, Mija?" He asks softly.

I give him a reassuring smile. "Yes, Papá!" I reply, wiping the rest of my tears away. "I'm alright!" Then all three of us hug, making me feel like I regained what I lost.

"WOLF!" I heard Mary shout, and everyone gasped. We let go and turned to my friends. They all freeze in fear, eyes wide, staring to our right. I turn my head and do the same but slightly get excited. Almost five feet away from us is the wolf I've been seeing since my hair changed to purple.

"That-that's the wolf who lead us here to find you guys," Blinky states in shock.

"What-what should we do? Run? Stay still?" Barbara whispers in fear.

"Stay calm, make eye contact, make yourself look large, and slowly walk away," Douxie replies.

Everyone obeys, but I stay frozen, looking into the wolf's eyes. I study the creature's eyes, seeing the intelligence and calm in those brown eyes. I feel drawn to the wolf.

"Claire, walk back slowly! Get away from that wolf!" Jim hisses behind me.

I reach out my hand. The wolf is relaxed. I take a deep breath and slowly walk toward the wolf.

"Claire, get back!"

"No, wait!" I hear Douxie say. "Watch."

I keep walking toward the wolf and bend down to the ground. The wolf slowly walks toward me but stops and growls when it hears a twig snap. I freeze but stay calm. "Shhhh! Shhhh! It's ok. It's ok." I say softly. I start singing my lullaby's melody, and the wolf stops snarling, allowing us to walk closer to each other. I kneel and feel a kinetic force between the wolf and me. Then, I land my hand on the wolf's fur, which leans in my touch. I feel warm and light, making me feel a sense of free-falling. I look into this creature's eyes and see a sense of adventure, excitement but also of fear, and sadness. I am attached to this creature and want it to be near me, but as I pull away, the feeling goes too.

"Hello, Claire! I've been waiting to meet you finally." A soft female voice comes from the animal in front of me.

I gasp and trip, falling back to the ground. I stare at the wolf, frozen in shock.

"Did-did that wolf just speak?" I ask, my heartbeat racing.

I hear wing movements and glance to see Archie land on my shoulder. "Yes! And it seems to me that that wolf just became your familiar." He says in his well-mannered and intelligent voice.

My eyes widen, and I can barely say anything from the questions swirling in my head. "What?"

"It's true. You just bonded with this wolf, and it is your familiar." I hear Douxie say help me up.

"Hey! My name is Nymeria, but yes! I am Claire Nuñez's familiar." The wolf speaks again.

I cover my mouth, speechless. What? My familiar? I don't know how wizards get their familiars. I thought the only types of familiars were bats, rats, snakes, toads, hawks, lizards, owls, weasels, spiders, or, like Douxie, a cat. Not a wolf.

"This isn't possible. I've never heard of a wolf familiar." I hear Zoe state, stunned.

"Is it safe, or what should we do?" I hear Toby ask in fear.

"It's ok, guys. She won't hurt us." Douxie replies, and we walk over to the rest of our friends. The wolf steps toward us, causing my friends to get more nervous.

NotEnrique gets in front of me and tries to look tough. "Stay away from my sister; don't hurt her." He growls.

Nymeria stays still and looks confused. "Why would I hurt my familiar?" She asks. "I've been looking for her for years."

I bend down and pull NotEnrique back as I did with him and Archie. "Calm down! It's ok! She won't hurt me." I say reassuringly to my brother. I set him down behind me and turned back to Nymeria, the wolf. "You've been looking for me for a long time?" I ask her.

Nymeria nods. "I was asked to help you on your journey." She answers.

I raised my eyebrow as what she said didn't make any sense, but I didn't ask another question. Instead, I place a hand on her head and stroke her fur. "And all this time, I thought you were a scary beast," I reply, scratching the back of her ears. "But why didn't you say anything?" I ask.

"I couldn't until we bonded, and I didn't want to scare you."

What? How? "But my mentor has a familiar who could talk before meeting him."

"Most familiars don't start talking to humans until they meet and bond with their wizard familiar."

"It's true." I hear Archie say.

"Wow!" I replied in amazement, standing up. "I've always imagined myself befriending a wolf when I was little. Now, one is my familiar." I add, remembering my childhood dreams.

"Well, familiars depend on the wizard's personality," Douxie says.

"And a wolf is your spirit animal," Mom adds and smiles.

"MORGANA!" Toby shouts and ruins the perfect moment.

I turn around and see her appear in front of us. I smile at her presence, but everyone who knows her freak out.

"What is she doing here?!"

"Stay away!"

"Get away from us!"

Morgana's face becomes sad as the insults continue. I empathize with her, and I in between her and my friends. "Calm down, guys! Morgana is a ghost and can't do anything to us. She's not here to bring us misery." I say clearly to them.

"How do you know?" Archie says suspiciously.

I realize I have had to confess my and Morgana's relationship since the beginning of October. I take a deep breath, relaxing my body. "Because we've been talking to each other for a while. She's not going to hurt us." I say calmly.

My friends, except for Barbara, Mary, Darci, Krel, Aja, and my parents, stare at me with wide eyes and open mouths. "What?!" Douxie shouts, shocked.

I smile nervously and look at Morgana. She gives me a slight affectionate smile but little else. "At the beginning of the month, she and I started talking in my room. She also said she's been watching over me since the Green Knight killed her." I reply.

"I'm sorry, but who is Morgana?" Barbara asks in confusion.

"Morgana La Fey. She's the witch and half-sister of King Arthur in the Arthurian Legends." Mom answers, throwing me aback. How does Mom know about Morgana?

"Claire, is this your mother?" I hear her ask, and I turn to her and nod. "You look just like her." She compliments.

I blush but smile at her. "Thanks!" I say casually.

"I'm sorry, but didn't she try to kill us?" Jim asks.

"Calm down, Jim!" I reply and walk to place my hands on him. "Morgana has changed since you last saw her, and she's on our side now," I reassure him.

"Relax, Trollhunter! I'm not going to hurt you or your princess." Morgana says sternly, gesturing to me. I feel hot as she calls me Jim's princess as his arms surround me. "And I can see you found a familiar for yourself, Claire." She adds and looks down at Nymeria. "I've never heard of a witch or wizard to have a wolf as a familiar."

I look down at Nymeria; she wags her tail, smiling at me. "Speaking of showing up, where were you for the past three days? I called you, but you didn't answer. Why?" I ask.

Morgana freezes up, looking nervous and glancing around her, acting like she did when she saw my necklace. "I was...dealing with Merlin in the afterlife." She says, but I feel she's lying from the dreams I've seen.

I raise my eyebrows in concern. "What is Merlin doing?"

Morgana rolls her eyes. "Thinking that I'm plotting against him again by visiting you, but he does watch over you, Douxie, when not bother me." She replies and looks at Douxie. "But I'm here to tell you, Claire, that you must return to your family's house."

I see a vision of Abuela's dead body, making me feel sick and shake my head. "No! No! I can't go back there!" I reply, terrified.

"Claire, you have to." Mom says softly. "I know it's hard to return there because of what happened, but you can't run away from going to the manor."

Suddenly, I hear a soft, soothing voice saying, "Go to the manor. There is something there to start your journey; go to the place in the wall."

Start my journey? The place in the wall of the manor? Then it clicked. The place where Abuela showed me on the wall and my necklace is the key. I take a deep breath and nod my head. "Ok, but there's something there I need to check," I say calmly.

Mom and Dad smile at me. "Ata' girl!" He cheers, making me smile. I remember him saying that when I overcame something when I was younger.

"Claire!" Morgana shouts before we go. I look at her, who stares at me with genuine sadness. What is there to be sad about for her? "I'm sorry about what happened to your grandmother." She says with sadness in her voice.

It throws me off, but I smile back at her. We run back to the manor. My stomach turns as we arrive at the door. Before we open the door, I turn to the group. "AAARRRGGHH!, Blinky, NotEnrique, Nymeria, wait out here for a portal to come and transport you to us. The passageway is way too narrow for you to fit in, and I don't want to draw any attention. Trust me on this." I explain to them. They look at each other and nod their heads at me. I take a deep breath and push open the door. Stress builds up with every step I take. I feel like I will cry, but I have to be strong for my friends and family. I look around and see no one in the courtyard.

"They are still grieving for Abuela," Mom says sadly, heartbroken about her mother's death. I feel the same as well.

"Where are we going?" Darci asks in confusion.

"The last place Abuela took me to. A place where only the firstborns know and might help us find answers." I reply, determined to find them, but my heart races, and I'm scared. I don't want to do this. "We have to keep a low profile not to draw our family's attention," I add in a quieter voice. My friends and I hide behind a giant pillar when someone shouts Dad's name. I turn around and see Maria in tears, running towards the adults with Enrique in her arms.

"Tío Javier! Tía Ophelia! Why did you run out?" She asks calmly but sadly, sounding clueless about why they ran out. She looks around for someone while we hide. "Where are Claire and the others?" She adds worryingly.

Mom glances to her side quickly to see us. "Claire ran out and had a meltdown, and she's in her room with Jim while the others are in their rooms." She says calmly, and her eyes glow a bit green.

"Oh!" She replies. "Can I see her?"

"No! No, no, no! She doesn't want company besides her boyfriend; she's super upset." Mom answers.

Maria looks down but nods her head. "I just hope we can see her before you guys go. Here is Enrique. He's been waiting for you guys." She replies.

"Mommy!" Enrique calls out, and Maria hands him to Mom.

"Thank you, Maria! How are you feeling?"

Maria sniffs. "Heartbroken. I can't believe someone snuck in and stabbed Abuela in the stomach, making her pass away." She replies, trying not to cry, but I'm confused. Didn't she see the whole house was attacked by two demigods and killed Abuela? Probably she's trying to deny it with her grief, but I know Maria wouldn't do that. Mom says her condolences, and she hugs her. Maria leaves, letting the adults come to us and continue walking. We get to the Portrait Hall and glance at the painting and pictures.

"Oh my god! Claire! Is that you?" Mary says excitedly and points to a big picture frame of a grown woman with dark brown hair swept up in a tight bun, in a green gown and golden jewelry, staring forward with her arms relaxed by her torso and her fingertips touching—a classic princess pose.

I hear Mom and Dad giggling, and I shake my head. "That's my Mom," I reply and point to the bottom where a plaque is. "See. Ophelia López on her 17th birthday, 1997." I add.

Mary and everyone blush in embarrassment. "Wow! You indeed look exactly like her." Darci says, making everyone laugh. I turn to look at Mom, and we both roll our eyes. "Ophelia, when did you cut your hair and have green streaks?" She asks, seeing that Mom's hair is longer to be in a bun, but I didn't know she ever had streaks in her hair.

"When I first arrived in Arcadia with Javier when I was 18 and graduated high school. Then two years later, I had a beautiful little girl." She says and places her hands on my shoulders behind me. Everyone smiles sweetly at us, and I roll my eyes.

"Come on, guys. We can't keep loitering." I say determinedly and look for the blank wall. "There it is!" I announce and take off my necklace. But I turn my head to see confused faces.

"Ummm... Claire, that's just a blank wall." Zoe says, confused.

I roll my eyes and place the pendant where Abuela set it. Everyone gasps as the wall starts glowing yellow, and a beautiful yellow steel door is engraved into it.

"Whoa!" Toby shouts as I grab my necklace and place it back on my neck. "How long has that been there?"

"It was found when the manor was built," I answer. "My great, great, great Abuelo and our family came to Huntington; he found this and decided to make it into a private space for the firstborns. This was the room I was talking about. Abuela showed me this place a week ago while you were in town, and this is where we might find some answers." I explain. I push open the door and see the dark and narrow passageway. "We have to go in one by one."

Everyone glances at each other with concern. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Yes! I've been there before, and it's fine. Just dark." Mom answers for me.

Everyone looked confused and concerned, but they nodded their heads, and I was the first one to go in. Since of the dark, Zoe and Douxie light the way with our magic. The rocky path is hard for us, but we enter the vast room.

"Claire, we can't see anything." I hear Darci say.

"Incendio," I shout and lift my magic fire in my hand. My necklace glows as I see streams of purple flames fly around and the noises of fireworks echos in the cave. They touch the rocks on the wall and glow orange, red, yellow, blue, green, and purple. Different gems of all shapes and sizes are on the walls, lighting up the cave. It looks the same as when I came down here with Abuela.

"Where are we?" Jim asks, looking around the room.

"Under the manor basement. This is the secret room." I reply calmly.

"Wow! This place is so cool and beautiful!" Mary says in amazement.

I smile and open up a portal. AAARRRGGHH!, Blinky and Nymeria walk out and are too amazed by the scenery.

"Beautiful!" AAARRRGGHH! says.

"It looks like the arena in Heartstone Trollmarket." Blinky points out, making Toby, Jim, and I sigh in sadness.

"Claire." I hear the female siren voice behind me. I turn around and see a bright purple light levitating from the floor.

"Claire." It repeats.

I freeze momentarily, wondering what to do, but I feel a strange beckoning towards the light. Suddenly, my necklace starts glowing again and levitates off my chest. I hear the lullaby in my head and slowly walk toward the light. I hear muttering and whispers behind me, but they seem to go farther away with each step I take. I can't control my body, and I'm possessed again, but this feels different. Instead of burning, sharp and cold, this feels warm, soft, and comforting. As soon as I get close to the light, I reach out my hand. With my fingertips, I touch the light, making it explode like a wave of wind, blowing through my hair and creating beautiful blue small stars in the air around and above our heads.

"Wow!" I hear some of my friends say.

"Claire," the voice repeats. The stars swirl around us and form a mixture of red and blue, exploding into purple, Bellroc, and Skrael to a huge castle surrounded by rocks and blue gemstones. A woman in purple forms and turns into a black wolf, howling to the sky, but I see a blast of dark orange, blue and deep bed, destroying everything in its path, making me shiver. Then I see a blue and purple light re-create the amulet of Daylight, and a bright light comes from the destruction and overcomes the darkness to turn into a beautiful rainbow.

"Find out who is calling you and follow your heart. Look into our past, and it will help you in the present. No matter what happens, stay true to who you are. Don't be scared of what you see. You are strong, but it's your choice in the end." I hear Abuela's voice whisper in my ear, making me feel I want to cry. She's trying to tell me something, but what does it mean? What am I supposed to look for? What should I do?

"The wolf will guide you to the edge of the dark ages of England and discover what happened after what began."

I turn my head to Nymeria, and she strolls toward me. I stare into her eyes, and she slightly nods her head. It's up to you. Abuela is right. It's my choice. This might save my family. This may help us destroy the Arcane Order. I have to go. For my friends, my family, for Abuela. For the world.

Author Note: Phew! This was a long and intense chapter. And for all of those out there, I finally mentioned what Jim did for Claire. Are any of you guys happy now? I'm still trying to balance my schedule. But it's getting better. I had a bit of writer's block because I didn't know how to express Claire's feelings without sounding like Bella in Twilight. But I think I did well and from the previous chapter. It might take a while for the new chapter. Be patient. Please review!