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Past, 1942, Rose Farm, Sussex, England.

Ellie concentrated on her work, desperately trying to avoid freaking out about what she had managed to do. How on EARTH had she pulled the cockpit of that fighter off? She stared at her hands once more. Who could she tell? Who could she trust? By the time she went to bed, her head was buzzing and she was still no closer to an answer.

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"What do you think of them?" Elyon asked and Taranee looked up.

"Think of who?"

"My brother's children." Elyon elaborated. "What are your first impressions?"

Taranee frowned. "I don't think that-"

"T, I just want to hear what your first impressions are. I trust your instincts." Elyon cut in. Taranee swallowed.

"Well Cedric appears to be as arrogant and his father. Almost like he thinks he should be in line for the throne." Taranee started and Elyon nodded in agreement.

"He definitely seems worth keeping an eye on." She agreed and Taranee continued.

"I don't know what to make of his daughter Linette. She seems like a nice kid, but…"

"But given who her parents are, you think that we should keep an eye on them." Elyon finished and Taranee nodded.

"I'd be very much surprised if your brother hadn't at least tried to manipulate her for his own ends."

"I agree." Elyon replied in a toneless voice. Taranee gave her friend a quizzical look.

"Are you alright Ellie?" Taranee asked with concern and Elyon nodded.

"I just…need a little time alone." She replied and Taranee looked at her.

"Hey, if you need us, you know where we are." Taranee told Elyon as she opened a fold. "We're here for you."

"I know. But you should really get going. You have a date tonight and you don't want to be late." Elyon told her, a fake smile on her face.

"Are you SURE that you're ok?" Taranee pressed.

"I'll be fine on my own. Now GO!" Elyon replied with a smile that screamed false. Not wanting to push things, Taranee left. As son as Taranee was gone, Elyon slid to the floor.

"Cornelia, WHY didn't you contact us?" she murmured with tears in her eyes. "We were supposed to be best friends."

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Present, Candracar

Luba looked over to where the fire guardian was sitting and suppressed an internal shudder. The girl was definitely the new fire guardian, Luba had confirmed that, but the girl's unnatural coldness and the way she sat so formally made Luba feel uneasy. The simple truth of the matter was that Luba had become used to the Guardians being more…relaxed when they rested.

Laura sat in the main hall of Candracar, watching people go about their business. They were talking, laughing, teasing and smiling. It all seemed so…inefficient. And then there was the silence. It was deafening. For as long as Laura could remember, she could hear the constant chatter of the hive as it transmitted information, orders and hundreds of other things. It wasn't sound, it resonated in her mind. But now, there was absolutely nothing. But she was a Sya'tal tactical drone, she WOULD cope.

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Present, Realm 41

"The drone has finished repairs and is ready to destroy its target." One Inaren stated in its cold voice. "Soon, our victory will be certain."

"We calculate that the drone has a 95.6% chance of succeeding." Another Inaren stated. "However, I believe we should be prepared for the possibility that the drone may fail."

"Agreed. Should this drone fail, we must be prepared to step up our campaign." Another Inaren said firmly.

"It shall be done." The group stated as one in their eerie voices.

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Present, Sheffield Institute

Sarah, Tamora and Emma were walking down the empty corridors of the Sheffield Institute. Although the girls weren't afraid of their fellow students, they wanted to keep this particular conversation private.

"So what did your dad tell you? Do your family have a streak of superpowers running through them? Are you about to become a masked superhero, fighting crime with your dad?" Tamora shot out at her excitedly.

"You have WAY too much imagination Tamora." Emma said sardonically. Tamora glared at her friend.

"Perhaps she's about to be recruited into an age-old battle against evil then?" Tamora continued when she noticed that her glared wasn't getting through to Emma. "Think about it. Sarah Hale, part of a team of beings that fight evil across the universe."

Emma raised her eyebrows and Sarah grinned, her eyes laughing. Tamora folded her arms in a mildly sulking expression and Emma took her chance to speak.

"So DID your dad say anything about your powers?"

"No." Sarah wrote on Emma's hand and shaking her head so Tamora could see what she was saying. Then she grinned. "But he did say 'Hello I'm Mr Potato Head' in sign language." She continued, using both sign language and writing on Emma's hand. Both girls burst out laughing.

"Mr Potato Head!" Emma gasped through her laughter. "Brilliant."

There was a clanging noise and suddenly, the same slimy creature that had attacked them last night. Balling her fists with rage, Sarah threw a blast of lightening at the creature. The drone reacted quickly, suddenly snapping to the ceiling and the lightening blast shot underneath it. Before she could fire again, the drone suddenly knocked her flying with a very fast sweep of its arm. She landed against the opposite wall hard and for a moment, she was seeing double. That was all the time the drone needed to throw itself on top of her and begin slowly smothering her.

Tamora screamed and started punching the drone, but her hands simply sunk into the soft mass.

Emma, on the other hand, sucked in her breath and before she knew it, suddenly all of the air was rushing past her as though sucked in by a giant set of lungs. The drone stood no chance and was sucked off Sarah. It knocked Tamora over and Emma had to throw herself to the ground to avoid being knocked over by the drone as well. As the drone picked itself up, Sarah stretched out her hands and a lightening storm engulfed the drone. After a minute, the drone exploded, sending soggy bits flying in every direction.

"Oh yuk." Tamora exclaimed in a slightly disgusted voice, before turning to face Emma. "What the hell did you do just then Emma?"

"I just breathed in. And then…" Emma trailed off, for once lost for words. "I don't know."

Sarah grabbed Emma's hand and started writing with her knuckle.

"Thank you," she wrote. Emma suddenly slapped her hand against her forehead as the details of what she had just done sunk in.

"Oh. My. God. I've got powers as well!" she exclaimed in surprise, her voice embarrassingly shrill.

"Yeah, and now I don't have any hearing left." Tamora said ruefully. "Did you REALLY have to deafen me Emma?"


"We'll have to talk about this later" Sarah signed. "Break's over."

"Yeah, and we're still covered in bits of this…thingy." Tamora pointed out. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Like I said, later."

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Present, Realm 41.

"Our drone has failed. Now there are two Guardians active. The timelines have shifted. There is now a 52% probability that we will fail." The Inaren stated as one. "We must activate the next part of the plan."

In the middle of a circle of Inaren, a whirlwind of light spun and the next stage of the Inaren plans kicked into action.

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Past, 1942, Henley Fighter Base, Sussex, England

Squadron Leader William Harkness slowed his aircraft down and lowered his undercarriage. He was tired after a long night mission over Berlin and all he wanted to do was put his head to his pillow and sleep. He suspected that his crew felt the same way. Suddenly the air in front of his Lancaster bomber shimmered and he was forced to pull back hard on the stick. Slowly, but surely, the four Rolls-Royce engines roared in response and the nose of the bomber pulled up. Unfortunately, it was simply not enough.

The Lancaster Mk 1 bomber was an extremely tough and powerful strategic bomber, powered by no fewer than four Rolls-Royce engines. Each one of those engines generated one thousand, four hundred and sixty horsepower. But the vortex that opened up where the air had shimmered was powerful enough to hold the bomber in place, the aircraft practically shaking itself apart under the stress.

"What the hell is that thing?" William yelled over the noise of the engines and the shaking aircraft.

Before anyone could give him any kind of answer, time froze and the base suddenly sealed itself up.

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Present, Vandom apartment.

In a sealed wooden box, a simple necklace with a pink sphere attached to it glowed and threw itself at the side of the box. Will opened it and the Heart of Candracar shot out in a way that Will would not have believed possible. As the necklace settled in Will's hands, it began making pulling motions. Trusting her instincts (and every one of them were screaming at her to follow the Heart), Will followed the Heart's movements.

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Present, Sheffield Institute.

"What we really need is somewhere private to practice." Emma said as they left school. "Preferably in the open."

"Yeah, but how are we going to avoid giving the game away to our parents?" Tamora asked. "I mean, it's not like we can just vanish without someone wanting to know where we've gone."

Sarah raised her hands to answer when suddenly, a pink orb on a necklace leapt into her hands. Looking up, she saw a redheaded young woman looking at her and purely on instinct, Sarah responded by throwing the orb above her hands and mentally yelled out 'Guardian's unite!'

The change was instantaneous. Sarah, Emma and Tamora were instantly engulfed in glowing balls of light. As the balls faded away, the three girls looked very different.

Sarah wore a long, loose purple skirt and a black t-shirt that ended just above her belly button. Her figure had filled out nicely and her resemblance to her mother became more pronounced. (Although her long brown hair and green eyes remained.)

Tamora now wore a pair of light blue trousers that seemed to float and a light blue tank-top. Her short blonde hair had grown and now reached her shoulders. (This should have annoyed her, but for some reason, it didn't.)

Emma's transformation was equally stunning. Her long, silky black hair reached down to her waist and her dark, almond shaped eyes combined with her Arabic features to produce a very exotic looking woman. Her top was a purple top that split underneath her bust and widened all the way down to her waist, exposing her stomach. Her trousers were a periwinkle blue and seemed to float.

The strangest thing about the situation was that nobody seemed to have noticed what had just happened. Will made a mental note to ask either Yan Lin or the Oracle about it later.

While Sarah and Tamora stared at themselves in shock, the Heart decided to act once more. Without warning, the Heart acted once more and with a sudden slashing motion, a spatial fold was created. Without a moments hesitation, Sarah stepped through.

Tamora stared after her friend and swallowed hard. This was the craziest thing that she'd ever seen. Every bit of sense and sanity told her that following Sarah in was a stupid idea. But step through she did, trusting her gut feeling that this was somehow 'right'.

Although Emma couldn't see the fold, she could hear it. And it sung to her very bones, calling and bouncing. Without a second thought, Emma dashed through the portal and to her destiny.