A/N: Oh my god, I'm SO sorry about the wait. I was really busy. And this is so short. Yikes! Scheduling, girl, scheduling!

Dis: I own what I own, and that's all that I own.

Chapter I have no clue!
We offer to help Marissa

"But she doesn't look anything like you," Carrie pointed out.

"It happens sometimes," I said cheerfully, grimacing at the painful jolts going up my leg.

"Why did you try to kick that thing?" A girl about three years older asked me.

"It works on everything from people to raging Dobermans," I explained, "I was just hitting in the wrong spot."

"Well, lets get that leg looked at," A guy two years older said.

I hobbled along with him and Carrie.

Eliza

"Why are Specters here?" I mused.

"That's what I would like to know," commented someone behind me. I jumped.

"Sorry if I scared you. My name's Numair Salmalin." My eyebrow shot up at that.

"It's okay. How long have they been around?" I asked.

"About two months." He responded. "You know a lot about these things?"

"Enough." Okay, why was he asking me this? I just want to go home!

"Would you like to come to the palace with us to help?"

"Alright."

Later that afternoon we left, Marissa shooting worried glances at Melinda. I wondered why.