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Dancing with Demons

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Fletcher Lewis Hale [38] "I am the Augustus Waters of this time period so step aside and let me find my Hazel."
Azalea Mansi [34] "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
Ara "Stormy" Varela [30] "We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be."
Payton Merrill [29] "You're being irrational."
Archer Kerestone [28] "Anyone who believes in telekinesis, raise my hand."
Malakai William West [25] Don't Look back, no matter what happens
Shiloh Everbrooke [23] The silent Necromancer
Tyler Richardson [22] "There Are No Rules When You Are Different."

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Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Malakai William West Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson
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Well so far, New Orleans seemed worlds away from the often cold and bitter city of Chicago. In New Orleans, the streets seemed to be flooded with interesting people, food joints, and jazz players trying to get a buck or two to pass by. In Chicago, you often saw the occasional stray dog and Police car. At least, it was like that from the neighbourhood Stormy came from. It was a good enough Neighbourhood, but yeah. New Orleans was different. It felt weird to know that just this morning she was being whisked away by her social worker from Illinois, all the way down to Louisiana in a short flight in an air plane. It all happened really fast, actually. Just last night her foster mother had been informed that her fostering license was expired, and that they had already assigned Stormy into a new home. Stormy didn’t really believe something like that could happen, but it did, and it was happening.

Stormy kept her light blue gaze planted to the scenery passing her by outside of the window, her music playing in her ears as if it were a soundtrack to her anomalous and peculiar life. She, unknowingly, sang along quietly under her breath as trees upon more trees seemed to pass by. She stopped as she heard a small chuckle come from her social workers mouth who sat at the steering wheel driving the car to her new dwelling area. Stormy now realizing that she had been singing quietly, gave a small laugh, and removed her headphones. “Sorry, Karen.” She smiled at the woman. Karen, who was in a black pants suit and a woman in her mid-forties, glanced over a warm smile and said “No, don’t apologize. You’re probably just nervous, you haven’t really been moved for two years.” Stormy had known Karen since she was 5 years old; the time in which she was put into the foster system. So of course, Karen knew Stormy almost better than she knew herself. Well, in some ways. Shaking her head a bit, she pushed her long blonde locks behind her ear, and glanced back outside the window as they turned up a woodsy road. “I guess I am a bit. Not so much about really meeting the new foster parent, it’s just… I don’t know. The change of it all.” Karen just silently nodded her head. It stayed silent for a few minutes, before a small, yet disgruntled and weird sounding meow-umf, came from the back of the car. Turning around, she could see her small black cat, Moriarty, trying to paw at the pet carriers bars as if it was attempting to escape its plastic confinement. Stormy gave a small giggle at the obviously tired and grumpy cat. “How much longer do you think until we get there?” She asked her social worker, before her question was clearly answered within the same second of them pulling up the long, dirt drive way. Turning back around to face the front, an almost secret garden scene tantalized her eyes. It was a huge, beautiful house with greenery, statues, and even a pond right in front. From what she could tell, there were no real neighbours close enough and that the lot extended far more than what she could see. In unison, both stormy and Karen said “Wow.”Another angry meow came from the back seat.

Hopping out of the car, the sunshine touched Stormy’s face, and she no longer felt need for the black jacket in which she was wearing with her days attire. It was needed in Chicago, but not here. She slipped it off, and slung it over her arm. Opening up the back seat doors, she pulled out her messenger bag in which contained her drawing stuff and miscellaneous knick knacks she carried around with her, her guitar case which held an old, but still beautiful, acoustic guitar which she drew with sharpie on painstakingly one night, and the tiny cat carrier which carried a tiny cat. While she did that, Karen opened the back of the trunk and pulled out two medium sized duffel bags which contained the only remnants of Storm’s clothing and other possessions. Walking the few steps up to the massive doors, Stormy set the pet carrier down, and rang the doorbell, giving a side glance over to Karen who stood inches above the short girls height.

When the door opened, a woman around 5’7 in her mid-forties, late fifties, gave a wide grin. She really seemed motherly, but at the same time like a professional. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t pin point why. She pulled Stormy into a soft hug, and the small blonde girl heard a small laugh from the woman as she moved out of it, presumably to get a better look at Stormy’ s face. Stormy just smiled back with a tiny, yet a bit sheepish, laugh. “Hey, I’m Stormy.” She spoke, still giving a friendly, sweet smile. Karen chirped in quickly, “Actually her Names Ara Verala, but she likes to go by Stormy.” The woman smiled. “I know exactly who you are! I’m so glad the trip was alright. I’m Daliah Morse, feel free to just call me Daliah however. No formal things like Ms. Morse. Come in, come in!” She rambled about, pulling both Stormy and Karen into the wide entrance way. Glancing around, Karen set down the duffel bags, and said quickly, checking her watch, “I have a flight to catch really soon. I wish I could stay and chat a bit more, but it’s probably best Stormy settles in and such.” She muttered about all business like. Glancing down at the seventeen year old girl, she said “I’ll try to call you tonight to see how you are, remember to pick up please!” before rushing out the door, leaving Stormy and Daliah alone. They both let out a small laugh at the woman’s franticness. Stormy, trying to break whatever silence that could possibly occur, asked “Are you sure it’s alright I have my cat? Karen said to me you were okay with it, but I just want to make doubly sure. He’s pretty tame, and often just sleeps all the time.” Stormy said, her tone carrying the usual kindness it possessed. Daliah just smiled back and said, “Of course! We just really have to see how the others react to him, hey?” Stormy gave a small confused look, before Daliah interjected the question arising to the conversation. “I suppose I forgot to say, I fostered a few more kids. They should be arriving fairly soon. How about this, I’ll show you to your room so you can unpack a bit, then come back downstairs and I’ll tell you a bit more about the house, okay?” Stormy just nodded her head, repeating back “Okay.” Daliah, before Stormy had a chance to reach for them, picked up her two bags Karen had plopped on the floor, and scampered up the stair way, turning down the right hall, then to the door immediately to the left. It was a plain white door, but as it was opened, Stormy gave a laughing smile.

The room was fairly blue. There was a large window with a sitting area right beneath it. The bed was fairly big, and the dresser as well. It was already decorated a bit with a few odds and sods, and that was a new experience to Stormy. Daliah, glancing down at the silent girls face asked her, “I hope this is alright? I took the liberty of buying a few things and setting it up. I can take anything out however and change it up?” Stormy shook her head, looking at her. “No it’s perfect!” She said reassuringly, “I’ve just never had this nice of a room before.” Daliah seemed relieved, before walking in and setting her bags on the bed. “Okay, well there’s lots of drawer and closet space. If you need anything let me know.” She finished off with, before exiting Stormy’s new room and going elsewhere.

Leaning her guitar case against the wall, and opening up the cat carrier to let the little blue eyed thing out. Stormy plopped herself on her bed, and glanced around the space, the silence all of a sudden over whelming her. She set her black coat on the bed as well. Moriarty hopped up upon the ledge under the window, and curled up on the blanket set upon there. On that ledge also, sat a white pillow with a thunderbolt on it. “Very clever...” Stormy thought in her head, appreciating the pun of it all. Opening up her duffle bags, she began empting its clothing ruminates into the black dresser on the opposite wall to her bed, trying to not over think the situation of all that had happened.

Stormy does not like change. That’s a fact.

She had to go through so much change in her life, being sent from foster parent to foster parents, often after abusive situations popped up. Finally, two years ago, Stormy had found a lovely Foster mom who had her own son, Jasper. They treated her like family, and she loved them like family. They reminded her a lot of her actually family, despite Stormy never actually having a brother, or any sibling for that manner. Stormy wasn’t exactly… human. She was Dimoni. An Espirit Dimoni to be more specific. She was basically like a human, apart from the fact that she controlled the Element water. Oh, and the fact that half her soul, essentially, kind of was in another person’s body, the person she had been bonded to since birth. His name was Tyler Richardson. She hadn’t seen him since the war between man Kind and Dimoni, twelve years back, and it always took its toll on her, as it did with the other bonding pairs who were separated. The reason they were separated, long story short, was because all the Dimoni’s were killed, but one woman sent away four Espirit all with a different element, and their parings. So, really not all Dimoni’s were killed. But most, apart from eight. Maybe nine if that woman who sent them away survived too. Stormy even saw her mother die, the day she was sent away into the foster system.

That might have been the spark of her small hatred for change.

Stormy didn’t really like to think of that however so she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Finishing up unpacking, she went over to her messenger bag and brought out her notebook, which currently was jammed back with loose papers with sketches on them. Opening the bind, she took each one of the probably 45 drawings out, each depicting a different image. A building, a flower, and animal, or even a person. They were all pretty finely detailed. Stormy began hanging them up on her wall, scattering them. It took her all of fifteen minutes and when she was done, she felt a bit of sense of relief, a feeling of home sort off washing over her.

Moriarty let out a small, almost inaudible yawn, and Stormy patted him on the head, before leaving the room, keeping the door open in case the cat awoke and wanted to come look for her or to explore. Making her way back down the steps, she glanced around the large home, trying to find Daliah. Turning one of the corners, she found her sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of tea. She smiled at the young blonde girl, and went over to the kettle to pour Stormy a cup as well, handing it to her when she was done. Stormy sipped it as Daliah told her a bit more about the areas around the house. “So, in the back yard, there’s a large garden with a gazebo, and if you follow the trail behind it you will arrive at a pond. Well, more of a small lake. There’s a piano area just off the living room. Also, if you continue your ways down the same hall your room is in, there’s a small library room if you’re into reading and all that.” Stormy smiled, before taking a sip of what she identified was earl grey tea. “This is all so great... Thank you so much.” Stormy said, almost mystified. The woman must really be well off, but she wasn’t really going to ask how. Daliah just smiled, and sat up, saying “The others will be here hopefully in a few minutes, make yourself comfortable. I’m going to wait by the door to greet them,” She stated, before whisking away, leaving Stormy to sit in the kitchen by herself sipping her tea in which she adored.

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Payton leaned her head against the window, releasing a long winded sigh. Her social worker Anne was still lecturing her, "I can't believe how stupid you were! Honestly, buying marijuana?"
"I wasn't buying anything," the dark haired girl mumbled under her breath. "I was just there. I wasn't even going to try it."
Anne shook her head, turning back to the road, "You were still with those kids, and you were still arrested. You're lucky Miss Morse was still willing to take you in.
Payton squirmed; that brought back some unpleasant memories. She remembered the feeling of the cold steel on her wrists and the anger from her foster mother. That woman was so close to throwing Payton out then and there. She had a "reputation" to uphold. The teenager was pretty sure that the only reason she had taken her in was to make herself look good. Payton sighed once again, ignoring Anne's rant. She had almost set her record for staying at a foster home: three months, a week, and two days. Maybe she would outdo herself this time in screwing things up.
However, the more she looked at the scenery around the house, the more she wanted to stay at this house. Trees. The surrounding nature. It all reminded her of Azalea. Her throat constricted a bit at the thought of her Espirit. It had been years since she saw her, but it still hurt her to think of her first true friend, her "soul sister". She turned her head to stare out the windshield as they turned onto a road lined with flora native to New Orleans. Payton had to admit, the thought of living in New Orleans was enthralling. Maybe she could attend the Mardi Gras Parade. Despite not being one for flamboyancy, she had always imagined herself listening to jazz on the streets one day. It seemed so much more likely now that she was in the home of jazz itself.
Anne pulled up in front of a beautiful house that almost made Payton catch her breath. The vintage style was exactly what Payton had always thought her home would look like when she was finally free to do her own thing. When her social worker turned off the car, she glanced back at the fascinated girl, "Don't mess this one up, Payton. Okay?"
Payton simply nodded, slipping her shoes on. She had taken them off about halfway through the car ride, much to Anne's annoyance. The teenage girl couldn't help it, the ride had been almost five hours long from Birmingham to New Louisiana. In a situation like that, she had to make herself as comfortable as possible. As Payton climbed out of the car, she slung her backpack onto her shoulder. She smoothed down her green skirt, running a hand through her long dark brown hair. Here we go again...
Anne walked up to her, holding out one of the girl's duffle bags. Payton took it without a word and followed Anne up the steps, her eyes taking in every detail around her. Her social worked knocked rapidly on the door, which was opened by a motherly woman that grinned brightly at Payton. "Hello, welcome. My name's Daliah Morse. Please, call me Daliah, nothing formal."
"Payton," the dark haired girl stated simply and fidgeted with the strap of her backpack.
Daliah simply smiled as she took the bag from Anne. "Sorry, she doesn't really talk much," she explained. "Well, I'm off."
Payton watched her social worker walk away before following Daliah into the house. She admired the decor and entire feel of the house. "I'll show you to your room, and let you get settled before the others come."
Others? Payton pondered the word quietly in her mind, assuming that she wasn't the only kid Daliah had fostered. Daliah stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. Payton stepped in, staring at the room in disbelief. It was her style without a sliver of a doubt. Simple, but elegant. Daliah smiled when she saw Payton's wide-eyed expression. "I hope you like it. Anne told me that you didn't like anything too flamboyant."
Payton walked around the room and dropped her duffel bag to run her fingers along the wood of a bookshelf. Daliah laughed softly, I'll take that as a yes. Well, I'll leave you to it." She nodded shortly and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The moment she was gone, Payton flopped onto her back, laughing softly. This was perfect! The most amazing and wonderful foster home ever. She jumped up, seeing a closet, and threw the door open. It was empty except for a rack to put her shoes on. After pondering the spacious closet for a moment, she walked back over to her bags, withdrawing her laptop from her bag and setting it on the chair next to the bed. She opened it and typed in her password. When it loaded, she hurriedly opened a new document, naming it with the date. She recounted as much as she could from the day before standing up and walking towards the bookshelf. Her fingers traced the titles. She couldn't wait to see this city's library.
Payton breathed in deeply. She knew that she should of given Daliah a proper greeting, but she wasn't really one for social interaction. She grabbed the closest book and flopped down onto the bed. Without any regard for Father Time, Payton read until she found herself dozing off.

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Fletcher Lewis Hale gazed out the tinted glass window of the black BMW X5 A his social worker was driving. The care was a 2003 model and he hated everything about it, especially the tan, leather interior lining the car. The car was courtesy of his old foster parents, the Stewarts, because even though he had been pulled from the home, they still loved him. They were a rich family, but the good kind of rich. The people who don’t flaunt their money around and instead choose to give to charities and foster kids who need loving homes. He had been living there ever since his parents had died, always told that he was ‘one of the lucky ones in the system’ because he got put into such a great and loving home. He wasn’t the only one that they had fostered either. While he was there, a 12 year old named Danny came and left, a 4 year old named Dedee came and left, and a 7 year old named Callie came, but didn’t leave. It had just been Callie and Fletcher for 4 years now and then she finally got word of an adopter that they would take her. Hale had been very happy for her, but a little sad that she was leaving as she had kind-of grown on her. She left 3 days before Hale was pulled from the house.

Now, Hale was 17 years old and as charming as ever. He was always friendly to others, maybe adding a bit of sarcasm or cockiness to the conversation. His social worker, Ted, had been with him on the whole journey and during that time, he had become a good friend of Hale’s, which was also unusual. Even with the age difference, he was more like a brother than a social worker and for that, he was grateful. He looked away from the window and directed his attention to Ted as he started to speak. ”So Hale, you should know that you aren’t going to be the only foster kid here. I’m sure you’ll do fine with others, considering Callie and all, but I just want you to be aware. Also, I know that you won’t be unkind, but make sure that you are extra careful in this home because it is very important.” He kept looking into the backseat through the rearview mirror at Hale. Hale gave him a charming smile and glanced at Ted.

”How many others are there?” He asked him curiously. Hale would be fine, he knew he would. He would just have to get a feel for the other kids’ routines and make sure he would be able to hide his elemental control. He didn’t take his eyes off of Ted as he patiently waited for an answer.

”Well, I can’t be certain, but I think there may be 4 others. At least.” Ted said as he looked forward, his dark skin gleaming in the sunlight shining through the windshield. He quickly reached up and flipped his sunglasses on. ”We’re here.” They pulled into a long dirt driveway lined with beautiful flowers. As they kept going, an elegant house emerged from the hollows of the woods. It was beautiful, with its numerous windows and light-eggshell exterior walls.

”Woah.” He said. The house was huge! They parked the sleek car in front of the front door and got out. Hale reached back inside and grabbed a black suitcase and duffel to match. Ted held his two guitar cases and his laptop case, though how he did it, Hale didn’t know. Hale turned behind him before his side door shut and said, ”Come here, boy!” A white German Shepard jumped out of the car and raced up to Hale.

”You have no idea how lucky you are that you’re allowed to keep him here. He may be a good dog, but not many fosters will tolerate pers.” Hale just rolled his eyes because he knew he would never leave him behind, no matter what. They walked up to the door and Hale knocked on the door three times. A woman answered the door with a smile on her face. She swung the door wide, introduced herself, and asked Hale’s name.
”Oh! I’m Fletcher Hale, but I go by Hale.” He smiled warmly at her. ”Thank you so much for having me and letting us stay here. I can’t thank you enough.” He let go of his suitcase handle to pat his dog on the head.

”It’s my pleasure. I’ll show you to your room after you get all of your things inside.” Ms. Morse said with a small smile. She grabbed the handle of his suitcase and rolled it inside. Hale took one of the guitar cases from Ted, shouldered his duffel bag, and stepped inside the house. Ted said he was going to go back to the car to grab his amp and Hale nodded. ”Come on, Rocky.” Hale called his dog into the house and then looked back. Ted brought in his amp and other guitar case and said goodbye to Hale. Then he turned to Ms. Morse. ”Okay, so what’s first?” He asked.

”Your room, of course!” She smiled and turned, wheeling his suitcase behind her and taking a guitar case, also. He had the remaining duffel, guitar case, and amp, not to mention his dog. Rocky followed behind him happily, sniffing everywhere. He was led a short ways to the third room on the left. ”This will be your room here. I hope you enjoy it.” Hale opened the door and stepped inside.

The room’s walls were all plain except for the blue paint color on them. There was a bed with a patterned comforter folded over and plenty of pillows on it. He paced in and set down his bag, amp, and guitar case and then took the other things from Ms. Morse and set them by the bed. ”Thanks again. I really appreciate it.” He said again and then he patted his dog again. ”Rocky and I can’t thank you enough.” Ms. Morse nodded and left the room. Hale unpacked quickly and then looked over at Rocky. ”Hey, boy. You want to go explore? Do ya? Come on then!” He smiled at the dog and then raced out of the room and back down the hall. Hale stumbled into the kitchen, laughing, as he went. He stopped short when he saw another person sitting at the counter. ”Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize anyone else was here.” He said as the dog sat down next to him.

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"Azalea!" a voice called from the top of the rickety wooden staircase. Living in the basement of the 3 story house wasn't her choice, but then again - she didn't have one. Even if Azalea did have a choice, she would allow her foster parents decide for her. She was never one to speak up about what she wanted, making her an easy kid in the system. When asked by her social worker Lillian on her preferences, Azalea simply answered she didn't mind anything. She was finished brushing her hair when she heard the voice of her foster mother calling for her.
"Yes ma'm?" she yelled back. Her voice was always soft, a yell was something hard for her to achieve.
"The social worker will be here in 3 minutes dear" Azalea's foster mother stated. Azalea was all ready to leave. A large single bag was packed full of belongings that she held dear. A few scrapbooks, a Nikon camera, her sketchbook along with her various pencils, and a few seeds in a small plastic bag. The other things in there were the necessities. Her mixing bowl, little vials with pumps, a tiny bag of makeup, and now that she was finished brushing her hair, a brush.

Her steps were slow up the creaking stairs of her now former "home". Another parent that didn't want her...or was too lazy to renew their license. It was a constant feeling she had. The feeling of belonging no where, to no one. She knew she was different, far from normal. Sometimes she thought it was crazy that plants grew with her touch, other times she thought it was a miracle. Her plants were the only life forms to bear her company. Every school she's gone to ridiculed her for some odd reason or another - recently it being her bust size.

A knock on the door was the indication that Lillian was here to take her to the next home. Opening the door to see the smiling red head she greeted her quietly. She had grown a small relationship with her social worker, as she was constantly moving houses.
"Are you ready to go?" Lillian asked, gesturing to her black car. Azalea simply nodded. Her foster mother gave her a gentle hug before waving to her from the front window of the house. With Azalea's things in the back seat they began driving.

"A woman named Daliah Morse is taking you in. By the sounds of it you aren't the only one she'll be taking in as well" Lillian said, the generic pop music of the radio playing lightly in the background.
"Okay" Azalea said quietly, resting her head against the tinted window, wishing desperately to be outside.
"I'm sure she'll love you, everyone does. Everyone that has had you is just very...forgetful" Lillian said, the last part trying to sound reassuring.
"I know" she replied with a sigh. She wondered how long it would be until Daliah would become tired of her. A week? Possibly a month?

The drive wasn't terrible. It had an awkward silence, but both Azalea and the social worker survived. She found the house rather secluded. Driving up the pathway her head lifted from the windows to take a better look at her surroundings. Beautiful flowers, plants, trees lined...everywhere. Ivy's grew on the bricks of the house. She rubbed her eyes to ensure she wasn't dreaming. No matter what happened in this house, she wanted to stay. When Lillian parked the car Azalea quickly opened the doors to expose herself to the new world around her. She took her bag from the backseat and stood still near the car door, dazed.
"Ms.Mayers, are you sure we have the right residents?" she asked quietly. Lillian came to stand beside the girl and put her hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure. It's quite lovely, I'm sure it'll be great" Lillian smiled, guiding the girl to the large ornate front door. This place was a castle. An older looking lady opened the door with a large smile plastered onto her face.
"Hello dear, I'm Daliah Morse. Please don't stand outside, come on in" Daliah said with a warm smile. Azalea felt nervous as she walked into the large house. Was she suppose to take off her shoes? She didn't want to offend the woman in any way. She slipped off her shoes neatly by the front door before looking at the older woman and then back to Lillian.
"I'll be leaving. Be good Azalea!" Lillian said before walking off to the car to drive away.
"Thank you so much for having me. I'll try not to be a burden Ms.Morse" Azalea said softy, looking the woman in the eyes. Deliah laughed slightly.
"Dear, don't be so formal. Call me Daliah, it is my name after all, and don't worry. You aren't a burden in anyway" she said with the warm smile, making Azalea look down at the ground. The woman was almost too nice to be true.
"Your room is right this way" Ms.Morse said, walking towards the hallway with various room doors. They stopped on the very end and Daliah opened the door.
"I hope it's to your liking, I talked to Lillian to see what you liked. It was rather hard, but I got creative" Ms.Morse said. Azalea felt dizzy. Was this really hers? She felt like it was a dream come true. Pots and cute glass figurines were scattered around the bedroom, her bed being near the window as well.
"Thank you Ms-Daliah" she stuttered, walking into the room and placing her things onto her bed. She looked out the window to see the garden of the house. She was hesitant to ask, but couldn't help herself.
"Daliah, where is the door to the garden if I may go there?" she questioned quietly. Daliah led her out of the room and to the door.
"It's all yours dear, go ahead" she grinned. Azalea almost ran out into the garden. She found a spot in the garden she especially liked. It had a view of the lake, near the gazebo, and in the middle of all the flowers and bushes. She deemed it "her spot" before sitting down, and toying with the petals on the white rose in front of her. It was all too perfect.

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Archer Kerestone paced up and down the musty halls of the orphanage. They called it a foster home, but there were lots of kids here, and none of them were treated as foster children should be. So, he was very excited (and relieved) when he recieved the message the a woman named Daliah Morse was going to take him in.

Walking outside to the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel driveway, he smiled. He was finally out of that building and into another, hopefully, better one. Climbing into the light blue car, he pushed his two suitcases into the back. His social worker, Cynthia, started the car and began the twenty minute trip. "Glad you're not coming from Australia?" She asked, tapping on the wheel. "I guess, but I miss it there. Besides, I'd rather the trip from Australia than living in that dump." His eyes narrowed, but he tried to stay calm.

Archer sighed, and looked out to the landscapes rushing by. Cynthia waited for an awkward moment, and then sighed as well. "You know, at least you weren't there for a long time. You managed." He grumbled softly under his breath. "Two years is a long time. The first home was okay, the second good, but the third? No. I'm glad I'm gone. Not that they'll miss me. Shaking her head, Cynthia frowned. "Okay, not the best wording. But, guess what? Daliah is fostering some other kids as well. You won't get lonel like you did before." Archer rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I just hope that they aren't, like, really small kids. You know what I mean?" Nodding, Cynthia didn't speak any further.

The next ten minutes were spent in silence. Finally, they pulled up at the house. Archer gasped. It was very different from his past homes. Trees and other vegetation flourished in front of the house, and the actual house was amazing. It was very large, and the rush and bustle of modern life was completely lost here. "It's amazing!" Archer breathed, feeling drawn to his new home. "I love it." Running up to the house, he left Cynthia to struggle with his two suitcases.

Knocking gently on the front door, he held his breath with anticipation. The door swung open quietly, and a kind-looking woman stood in the frame. "Well, hello. My name is Daliah Morse, but just call me Daliah. You are...? Archer smiled happily. "I'm Archer. Thanks so much for taking me in. The house is amazing! She smiled kindly, and invited him inside.

Just then, Cynthia joined them with Archer's bags over her shoulder. She handed him the bags. Puffing, she asked, "What are in those things!?" He grinned and stepped inside. Following suit, Cynthia held out her hand to Daliah. "My name is Cynthia Rheddson, and this is my charge Archer Kerestone. I hope that he won't give you any trouble at all. All of his past homes have had very good things to say about him, and I expect the same here." The last statement was directed at Archer, and he smiled.

"I am very sorry, but I have to go. There is a very important event that I must make it to on time. Goodbye and have fun!" She walked back out to the car, leaving Archer and Daliah in the entryway. "Your room is right this way. I hope you like it. I used everything I know about you. And here it is!"

Archer opened the door. The room was perfect; just how he wished it would be. Dropping his suitcases on the bed, he laughed. Quickly unpacking, Archer smiled as he kept finding new aspects of the room. As soon as he finished, he sat down on the huge bed. He felt a small tug on himself, like an invisible rope was attached to his hand. He followed it, going through the house until he arrived at what he presumed was the kitchen.

A girl with blonde hair was sitting on the counter, and nearby was a boy with sandy blonde hair. Hale. Archer was confused that the name had come to him so quickly. Recovering, Archer approached the beautiful white German Shepherd next to Hale. "Uh, hey guys. Are you being fostered too?" Petting the dog, Archer smiled up at the two teens. He stood up, brushing white fur off of his jeans. "My name's Archer."

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Stormy sat there by herself for awhile, sipping at her tea. She had already heard the door open twice already, but could only make out Daliahs soft voice greeting them. Brushing her long blonde hair over to one side, she absent-mindedly rubbed the back of her neck, where her small tattoo was. It was of a rain drop. She got it when she was around sixteen, as she had the opportunity to. Jasper, her old foster brother, had brought her to one of his friends concerts in one of those hard rock cafe’s. After the show, the two of them went back stage where oddly enough Jasper’s friend sat there doing small tattoos on people. It was what he was practising on doing, and he wanted to do some work to show off his skills. Stormy, being the spontaneous person she was, agreed to get a little one done after observing and looking at some of his other work. He hadn’t screwed up yet, so she took a chance.

She was glad she did.

The small raindrop, no matter how weird or unusual, reminded her of her former life in some ways. It was hard to practice her water elemental skills a lot, or spend as much time around water. This was a way that it would always be spiritually with her no matter what.

Dropping her hand, she cupped both around the warm porcelain black mug, taking another sip before a voice, and the racing steps of a dog, broke through her absent-minded thoughts. Glancing her blue eyes up, she looked at the face of someone who looked oddly familiar. The feeling of familiarity the same as when she first glanced at Daliah. How odd... she thought to herself, studying the boys features. Stormy realized she had just been staring at the boy for a good five or six seconds without saying anything. Shaking her head, she laughed and said “Sorry for staring, you just look oddly familiar.” Smooth, Stormy. was her next thought, sarcastically. Sitting up from her stool, she smiled and went almost instinctively to go pet the dog, a happy and playful smile upon Stormys face. “Well are’t you handsome.” She laughed in her soft voice, stroking the dogs head. Glancing up at the boy, she couldn’t help but get struck with the same familiar feeling. That was going to just keep torturing her memory. “Is he okay with cat’s around?” She questioned with a kind smile, before another voice broke through the kitchen area.

Glancing up, she stood up slightly from when she was bending down to pet the dog. Low and behold another familiar face! Stormy was going to be having so much fun figuring out why. Stormy stepped away to sit at the counter once more, and watched the boy move over to pet the dog. “Yep, foster kid.” She responded back, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. “This place is incredible and big. It wouldn’t surprise me if there’s a handful of us.” She laughed, taking a sip of her tea once more, before Archer introduced himself.

“I’m Stormy. Well, Ara, actually, but just call me Stormy.” She said to the both of them in introduction. A question popped up in her head that related back to the familiar faces the boys, and Daliah, had. She didn’t know whether to ask it. It was an odd question.

”Might as well.” She thought.

“Peculiar question, does the word, uh... Dimoni mean anything to you guys?” She asked, glancing into her tea cup. There was no way that these two could possibly be one of the other seven that were also sent away. Right? Before she had time to even glance up at the two to see if they had any answers, or to see if they where giving her a funny look of 'what the hell is she talking about', Daliah entered through the kitchen, but stopped abruptly almost in shock, and laughed. "Well I see some of you have already introduced one another! How delightful, I hope you all do get along." There was something in Daliahs eyes. A glimmer, that almost shook with anticipation of... something. "Two others are here as well. There's a young lady named Payton, who I believe is still in her room. Then there's Azalea, and she went out into the garden. There's only three people left to show up and then you'll all be home safe and sound!" She spoke gleefully, before turning around the corner to most likely take her post back up at the front of the house. Stormy smiled at the woman. She was really kind and genuine, a rare trait left in the world.

Standing back up form the stool, the five foot two and a half inch girl stated, "Well I'm going to go check out the lake. It was nice to meet you guys," and gave a smile before scampering off outside. She was suddenly glad she avoided the question she had asked earlier.

Making her way through the garden, she caught sight of a girl, a bit of ways away from her. The girl was playing with some petals, and Stormy didn't want to distract her, she seemed to enticed in it all. Besides, the thought of water being near made Stormy giddy with anticipation. Hoping, in some way that this might get a bit of her attention, Stormy just simply smiled and waved from afar in some sort of odd, quick introduction. Stormy, deciding to catch up with the girl later, tucked back behind the gazebo and up the small trail to the lake. There, sat a small white shack of sorts, and leading through that a dock. Walking up the warn and old splintered surface, she sat at the edge, and took her shoes off, dipping her feet in the cool serene surface of the water. A smile played on her face.

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Hale still stood standing just a few minutes after the girl had noticed him. She had met Rocky, though she didn’t know his name, and asked if he was okay with cats. “No, of course not. He’s a dog, remember,” was his first response. Then, after he saw he reaction, he replied again. “I’m kidding. Yeah, he’s fine with cats. Loves them, in fact.” That charming smile was back, even as she stood up and walked back to the counter to sit down.

That was around the same time that another kid stepped into the room. He looked to be about Hale’s age, maybe a little older, and he seemed very familiar. Hale looked carefully at him, before looking back at the blonde haired girl. Actually, they both looked familiar. But why? It was clarified that she was a foster kid, just like him. He hadn’t expected Daliah to have any kids of her own, anyway, never mind one so young. She then had introduced herself as Stormy—sort-of an odd name—and asked a strange question. Something about Dimoni…Where had he heard that before? He thought. Hale couldn’t place it, but he promised himself that he would go back later and try to figure it out. Daliah came back in briefly and talked about two other girls already here. There were more people here? And there were still more coming? He thought to himself. Stormy politely excused herself, saying she was going to the lake, and then it was just the boy named Archer and Hale.

“Is it just me, or do we know each other from somewhere.” When he spoke, it sounded more like he was stating a fact more than asking a question. He moved to sit at the counter, not knowing how long the conversation would go on for. Rocky stood and walked over to the stool Hale sat at and lay down in front of it, putting his head between his fluffy white paws. This did not faze Hale however as he was used to it. Is dog was his best friend, after all.

As he waited for a response, he examined the kitchen. It was very pretty with its dark mahogany cabinets and all stainless steel appliances. It also had a really pretty sand-colored marbled countertop with a lovely island to sit at. It was a kitchen that didn’t feel too homey that it felt cramped, but one that didn’t feel too spacious so that it felt like an example in Ikea. He liked it a lot and knew that if the fridge was stocked with food, he would be spending a lot of time in there.

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Archer smiled as Daliah came in and told them about the two other foster kids. How many was that, five? Yeah. Stormy's question about the Dimoni had rung a bell somewhere inside his head. Where had he heard the word before? Then, Stormy ran off, saying something about checking out the lake, leaving Archer and Hale together.

“Is it just me, or do we know each other from somewhere.” Archer had been thinking the exact thing when Hale said it. Creepy? Maybe. It seemed like a statement, but Archer answered anyway. "Yeah, I think so! I was wondering the exact thing when you asked. I also knew your name as soon as I saw you, but..." he dismissed the last part, not deeming it worthy of being said. "And, what about Dimoni? That words sounds familiar, like I should know it from somewhere." The white dog had laid under Hale's stool, watching him intently with a protective gaze. The dog reminded him of his, a black mutt named Ash.
Suddenly, Archer had a flashback.


The wind tore at the town, writhing through the houses with a high pitched keening. Archer stared out the stained window, blinking as he saw lights. Sparks began to travel with the winds, and suddenly the town burst into flames.

Archer, laying next to Ash when he woke. Giant pieces of furniture strewn around, char marks scarring the walls. Turning, he looked down at the dog. He was stone silent and unmoving. Ash was dead. And, apparently, so was his whole town.


Archer snapped back to reality, realizing that he probably looked like crap. "Fine," he muttered, hoping for no sympathy anyway. That was his own problem.

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The soft gentle gusts of wind felt refreshing as she watched the white rose intently. She had always loved the feel of flower petals against her skin. Life was intriguing to the girl. How quickly it can be torn and how delicate it can be.
"You're a strong little bugger aren't you. Whoever planted this garden did an amazing job, huh? I can tell how healthy you are" she whispered to the flower in her hand with a smile. If anyone were to see her they would probably deem her as crazy. She didn't really mind being called names at this point. Her self esteem was already six feet under - being called crazy was actually a light insult compared to others she had been called. No one ever knew why kids chose her to pick on. The social worker had always said it was because they weren't happy with themselves, but if that were the case, a lot of people must be very unhappy.

Looking up Azalea thought she saw another girl leave the mansion to be outside. The girl had golden blonde hair that cascaded into soft waves, reminding Azalea of the waves in the ocean. The girl must had saw her since a small wave was directed at her. Out of common courtesy Azalea waved back slightly, quickly looking down afterwards. That must have been another one of the foster children Daliah took in. She found it rather peculiar that she wanted so many foster children, but then again - she wasn't complaining. She saw the girl dip her feet in the water, she seemed to be rather happy. Then again, who wouldn't be? Azalea's imagination couldn't really think of a better place then this. Getting up off the ground and brushing her jeans off she went back onto the dirt paved path of the garden, following it back into the house. She had never put her shoes back on after taking them off at the door, so she wiped her feet against the rug outside the glass doors. Being barefoot was something she enjoyed. Why put a barrier between yourself and the earth? As much as she wanted to sit outside and explore, she felt it would be rude if she did considering she had just arrived.

Going back inside she passed the kitchen seeing two other males in there, as well as a white dog. Azalea loved animals but was rather uncomfortable around guys. They never were nice to her, always teasing her about something - she learned to avoid them. In general she avoided people to ensure there would be no conflict, yet there always was. Finding her way back to the living room she sat down onto the couch, unsure of what to do with her new surroundings.

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Tyler had his head pressed against the window of the moving car of his social worker. He really starting to get tired of being bounced around from foster home to foster home and he really hoped that this was the last stop. His social tried his best to make conversation with him along the way but Tyler wasn't really interested in talking to anyone right now. His mind drifted from the car and wondered off somewhere else. He remembered the other foster homes he went to and having absolutely nothing in common with those other kids there and he hoped this time around would be different.

He came back as he heard his social worker say that they had made it. His social worker was again trying to make conversation with him again, talking about the house but Tyler turned to look at him then rolled his eyes and stared back at the house. He felt a little weird though - Something was drawing him into that house but what. Tyler grabbed his two bags then pulled his hoodie over his head as he got out of the car, slamming the door. His walk towards the house was slow but he was studying his surroundings, thinking of ways to escape just in case he didn't like it there.

Tyler walked up to the door and raised his fist up to knock but the door swung open before he had the chance. "Oh, hello there. You must be the last one. Welcome." It was a woman, his new foster mother. She introduced herself as Daliah Morse before showing him around the house. He seen a few other kids there as well but just stared at them and continued to listen to Daliah. They walked up a few flight of stairs before reaching to his room. When she opened the door, he walked right on in and mumbled under his breath. "Better than my last room." Daliah laughed at the comment then left after speaking. "Well, if you anything, don't hesitate to give me a call. Okay?" Tyler nodded his head just as Daliah left.

He sat down on his bed for a moment then realized that he needed to go introduce himself to the other kids.

Tyler waltzed down the stairs and walked into the kitchen seeing that there was a blonde headed female, who was just leaving and two guys, who stayed. He didn't know what they were talking about but didn't really care. "Uhmm, hi." He removed the hoodie from his head. "I'm Tyler. You guys are?" He looked at them as he waited for them to introduce themselves.

When the two males introduced themselves, a soft smile came across his facial features. "I'm going to go introduce myself to the blonde." He said as he walked the way the blonde headed female did until he seen her, walking on the dock as he walked up behind her. "Mind if I join you?" He asked and didn't really wait for his to answer as he took off his hoodie, revealing nothing but a white t-shirt now and took his shoes off as well, sitting beside her while dipping his feet in the water as well.

"Oh, I'm Tyler by the way." He lifted his hand up for the female to shake. "You are?" He asked towards her while waiting for her response.

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Stormy sat there absentmindedly staring to the ends of the lake, quietly and delicately kicking her feet and feeling the swoosh of water go through in-between her toes. It brought a sort of calmness that was absent to the hectic life as to which Stormy led. Right now, in this moment, she felt as if she was looking at, and immersed in, a winsome realm where the sun shone resplendently onto the water. That’s all anyone could really wish for. At least, that’s all anyone could wish for that could realistically happen. Stormy wished for a lot of things that just seemed too out of reach to obtain, like a small child stretching their arms to the farthest limits to get to the cookie jar on top of the shelf that metaphorically was an obstacle in life. For one, Stormy wished she could go back in time and somehow have stopped that war that she could barely remember. That way, she would have still had a family and all the past of her life would have been rewritten. But unless time lords like in Doctor who were real, then there was no chance in that happening. All those thoughts and wishes in her head was pretty much just noisy hullabaloo.

Feeling safe as to knowing no one would be around watching, as she glanced around once, she flicked her wrist gently left to right, in which made water beside her feet do the same; following the movements. Baby waves washed over the tops of her barley sun hit feet. She smiled, feeling warmth of heart while using her elements power, even if it was something so small that would barley be noticed. But, her heart quickly dropped as she heard steps coming up the dock from behind her. Dropping her hand quickly, she tried not to be too obvious. His voice came shortly after, and the deepness of the males voice broke the silence that the late emanated. Glancing over to him as he sat beside her, his feet joining hers in the water, she began to give a friendly smile, until he said his name, and his full face came to view. All she did was stare, her blue eyes wide thinking she was seeing things.

She knew who this person was, there was no doubt about it. She hadn’t seen him since he was a child, but she would recognize him anywhere, grown up or not. She could feel the emptiness that had been pitted within herself ever since being separated from the one she was bonded to begin to fill back up, greedy for the strength. His name was Tyler, for Christ sakes! That just proved that it was him. "He looks so different..." the blonde thought to herself, probably still giving him the shocked deer in the headlight looks.

Closing her slightly parted mouth, she became a little frenzied, knowing that there was a chance he wouldn’t recognize her or remember his past. There was also the slim chance that it wasn’t actually him, but the coincidence would be uncanny. Shifting her weight, she laughed and said “Oh god, I’m sorry for gawking...” and tried to get her feet out of the water to stand up. Instead, she fell fully into the water.

Popping her head out of the crystal blue water, she pushed her now soaking wet blonde hair from sticking to her face, all the while kicking her legs to tread and stay afloat. “That was graceful.” She said in an obvious sarcastic note to herself, her face becoming pink with the oh-so-delightful feeling of embarrassment. Paddling over to the docks edge, she propped her arms on top of the old dock, and pushed herself back up onto it and shortly standing up. Water dripped off of her, and she shifted away from Tyler so that the water wouldn’t drip onto him. Stormy couldn’t help but laugh at herself. It was the type of infectious laugh that was genuine. Glancing back at Tylers direction, she smiled, still giving a small laugh saying “I’m Stormy, and I’m going to go see if there’s a towel over there,” before walking down the small dock and to the little shack at the beginning of the dock. It had benches and a few drawers. Opening up a couple, she finally found a white and black stripped beach towel. She dried off the parts of her bare skin that showed and quickly towel dyed her hair so it wasn’t constantly dripping water like a running faucet.

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Hale was watching Archer intently. What just happened to him? He thought, referring to Archer’s “flashback face.” He had never really seen someone plunge into the past before and he didn’t think he would want to again. Even if he had just met the kid, he still seemed very familiar. Maybe he was the Archer from Hale’s past. The thought had crossed his mind before, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up, no matter how much he missed his best friend from when they were little. He looked to be about the same age as Hale, maybe a little older, which was something that had always been the same between he and Archer and Archer was a terribly common name like William or John. It very well could be him! “Are you alright?” He asked Archer hesitantly. He replied rather quickly with a ‘fine’ and that was that. Hale heard the door open and then close again, followed by voices. Only a short while later, a girl about his age passed by the kitchen door, peeking in quickly. Hale was about to say something, but she darted away before he could speak. “Hey Archer, I’ll be right back.” He said, slowly getting up from his stool and walking forward, towards the door.

But before he could reach the door and turn the corner, another guy stepped into the kitchen. He introduced himself as Tyler and then asked who they her. “Hale.” He responded, pointing to himself. He didn’t fancy people getting into his way constantly, but knew that he should be nice. He didn’t know any other way really, as he had been raised by his long-term foster parents who weren’t “stick-straight,” but very close to it. He plastered a smile onto his face, before Tyler announced that he would be going to see “the blonde” — Stormy —and left. “Well that was a short talk.” Hale mumbled under his breath. He turned back to Archer. “I’ll be back, hopefully.” And with that he was gone.

Hale walked down the hallway to another large room. The living room, He thought as he gazed around in awe. The entryway he had just come from opened up into a large room with a high, dual-pitched roof. The beams supporting it were intricately designed to look beautiful while holding the roof up, with a round edge of the bottom beam and the triangle structure. Not to mention the dark oak color of the walls and roof. To his left was a giant wall made of mostly glass overlooking the lake. There was also a huge fireplace make of stone and a beige wrap-a-round couch taking up the most space in the room. That was it. Hale officially loved this house.

He slowly walked forward, noticing the girl he had seen earlier sitting on the couch. She had brown hair that was cropped at her shoulders and a pale complexion to match. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he suspected that they were brown as usually the combination with brown haired people was also brown eyes. He didn’t find that bad at all though, as some people might. The connotation almost meant that yeah, other people may have some of the same physical features, but that also means that you get more different qualities than someone with red hair or blonde hair and blue eyes. Hale walked around the side of the couch and slowly made it so that he could face her. He didn’t want to sit down though because he felt like that would be rude in some way. He didn’t know why, maybe because she had seen the couch first? “Hey. I’m Hale.” He smiled at her charmingly and as he did, Rocky jumped up onto the couch and curled up next to her. “And that’s Rocky, my dog.” He laughed.

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Staring out at the lake from the large windows of the living room was calming in a strange way. Azalea's expression was soft as her eyes watched the calm lake. The occasional fish jumping, the breeze moving the water, it was like a painted picture. The house seemed to good to be true. She loved the living room. It had a lot of natural elements, making it better in her eyes. From the stone fireplace to the large wooden pillars above it was a gorgeous room, as was the rest of what she had seen of the house. It must have costed Daliah a fortune. The birch branches above the fireplace with the T.V between them was a good eye catcher. Crackling fire was the only sound she heard as she curled up into the corner of the beige couch, resting her head down onto one of the matching pillows. Her life had turned around so quickly. Secretly she was excited to begin her life here, but at the same time terrified.

All the faces in the house had seemed strangely familiar to the girl. She knew she didn't know any of them. Azalea wasn't a social butterfly. From as young as he can remember, she never had friends - yet they all looked like a ghost from her unknown past. It was a question she offend found herself pondering. Where did she come from? Why did her parents leave her? Those were questions she wanted desperately to learn the answers for. Never belonging anywhere made her always feel empty. She hoped this home would last.

Brushing a stray hair out of her face she heard faint footsteps.
“Hey. I’m Hale.” a male voice said smoothly. She turned her head to face him, and as she did so a large white German Shepard found its way to cuddle next to her.
“And that’s Rocky, my dog.” he added with a slight laugh. Her once soft expression was tense and distressed. She wasn't good around people, but guys were even worse. The only thing keep her sane was the large dog she instinctively started petting. She let her fingers go through the dogs thick white fur as it set its head in her lap.
"H...hello" she managed to get out at a voice slightly above a whisper. The guy had dark brown hair like hers. Instead of her (what she thinks is boring) hazel eyes, he had rich blue ones. He was a looker, that was for sure.
"I'm Azalea...you can call me Liza if it's easier...well if you want, I mean..." she stopped herself and ended up trailing off at the end. She was ready for any names he had to call her. Azalea's cheeks were a light shade of pink. She guessed she already looked like a loser - and she was just digging her hole deeper. At least the dog liked her. That wasn't unusual though. Animals had always liked her, and she liked them. Mostly because they never had anything bad to say, and loved you no matter what mistakes you made. Azalea always wished she had her own animal but never had such luck. She was beginning to wonder why Hale had come to talk to her, and why he wasn't sitting down. It wasn't usual anyone even acknowledged her presence. In this house it seemed everyone was far too nice. From Daliah, to the blonde haired girl that waved, now to this guy. It isn't that she doesn't like nice people, in fact she loves seeing kindness in the world. It's just that...well...not many people were ever nice to her.

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Payton finally forced herself to wake up, she noticed that it was still light outside. With a groan, she pushed herself into a sitting position and ran her hand through her dark hair. That was another reason she hated long car trips, they exhausted her. She glanced around the room, remembering where she was. It really was a wonderful room. She knew that she would have to thank Daliah properly. Payton climbed out of the bed, wandering over to the window. She pulled back the white curtain, letting the early afternoon light filter into the room. The window itself gave her a wonderful view of the entire grounds. She could see the garden and the lake, even the small forest beyond the lake. She looked down at the garden, seeing a girl around her age admiring the flowers. She turned her head slightly, her heart stopping.
It couldn't be. That was absolutely impossible. Payton stepped closer the glass as if it would help her get a better view of the girl. Azalea? The girl started making her way towards the house and Payton watched her silently until she disappeared from view. With a grunt, she fell back onto her bed. It wasn't possible... But, what if it was? What if that really was Azalea? Her other half? Her soul sister. She had only been a little girl when they last saw each other, but anything was possible... Payton stood up quickly and practically raced over to the door. Her hand hovered over the handle. What if it was Azalea, but she didn't remember her?
The thought made Payton's heart clenched. The day she and Azalea had been separated, it was like a part of her was missing. It gave her the pain of losing a sister, but twenty billion times worse. After a moment of debate, Payton grabbed the cool brass knob, slowly turning it. It was worth the risk. If she could see Azalea one more time, she would be happy. She would be satisfied with her life. Payton breathed in deeply and stepped out into the hall. She stopped and looked down both sides of the hall. Her legs moved almost on their own will, guiding her into a room that looked like a living room. It was huge with a large couch and a chandelier above it. There was a television above the fireplace, but it was off and the fireplace unlit. Large windows looked out onto the property lighting the room with an almost eerie luminance.
Two people occupied the room. Azalea (or so Payton was almost positive of) and an oddly familiar boy. For a couple of moments, she simply listened to their conversation. She glanced at Azalea, knowing that it was her. How could it not be her soul sister. She stepped forward quietly, her feet making almost no sound on the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation overcoming her rationality. She was never this excited, nor this anxious. It was almost an alien feeling to the dark haired girl. Azalea seemed flustered as she introduced herself. Payton almost grinned. It was her! It was her other half! Azalea seemed flustered, so Payton decided to intervene. "Azalea?" she called out softly.

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Stepping into onto the front door of pink house, Malakai looked back down at the directions he was given by a local. Surely, they are kidding no one with a house like this ever wanted to take kids like him. He flipped open his phone book and thought it would have been much easier if Lana, his social worker had came along, but then considering, she is in England and he is old enough to travel by himself, they just sent him alone here. When he first heard it, it was pretty surprising how first of all someone is adopting him and second of all, how they trusted him in not running off by himself to someplace like the Galapagos or just somewhere that no one would find them. However, he does get the impression that his new foster parent(s) probably already gave the foster system a call saying that he didn't arrive on time, and the moment he knocks open these doors he will be sent back to England. Now if you ask why he is late, his flight got cancelled yesterday due to bad weather conditions, but then not that he didn't call but because he didn't have a phone to call with.

Examining the address carefully, there are no other houses around surely, this is the one. Nervous as he was he gripped onto his violin case tightly, it was an old violin case from his mother, he had kept it with him all these year. He knocked on the door. The door opened and out peeped a woman in her mid-forties, looking confused and suddenly realizing something. "Right, you must be the one from England, I was beginning to worry about you," she said with a smile "Hello I’m Daliah Morse, you can call me Daliah, but please do not call me Ms. Morse, it's just a bit too formal"
"Hello, I'm Malakai," he responded politely "I am very sorry for not calling earlier to inform you of the delay, again the weather in london has always been ....well you know rainy" he said as Daliah let out a giggle.
"well, let me take your stuff and show you up to your room" she picked up his luggage and attempted to take the violin case too, but he drew it backwards away from her. She walked through the house as he followed "here is the Piano room, you can come here to practice if you do play, it's been awhile since someone touched it" She continued to introduce the house
"there is a garden with a gazebo behind the house, and a small lake if you just follow the trial, if you have a chance today go see it, it's a very beautiful site" continuing on they walked through the living room she introduced "this is the living room" Malakai looked around and saw two kids around his age sitting on the couch, while another creeped up and said "Azalea?" there was something about them that seemed familiar, and clearly he had heard the name Azalea somewhere but he just doesn't remember the quite clearly. Daliah then realized something and called to the kids "Hey, Hale, Azalea and Payton, here is someone I want you to meet, Malakai and he is going to be living here with you guys"
That introduction came off as a surprise, though Malakai knew he had to introduce himself at some point, but his hands gripped onto his violin case even tighter.

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Hale smiled at this girl again. He liked her, no matter what she seemed to think about him. “Despite what you have against my gender, I’m not like them.” He didn’t want to sound rude so he added quickly. “Sorry if that sounded rude; I didn’t mean it to be. I can—” He started, but he was quickly interrupted by another girl he hadn’t ever seen before.

”Azalea?” She asked quietly. As Hale met her eyes, he saw her expression. It looked like he had finally found someone who didn’t like him off the bat. Hale didn’t bother trying to smile as he knew it was no use. Instead, he took a step away from Azalea and back towards the fireplace. He didn’t bother turning or anything, but he looked back down at Azalea. Had he frightened her? The other girl seemed to think so, though he couldn’t really tell. He wanted to apologize and be on his way because he was suddenly very uncomfortable in the situation at hand. He was about to say so and excuse himself when he heard more voices coming down the hall. Oh great. He felt like rolling his eyes, but he caught himself before Azalea or the other girl got the wrong idea.

A male walked in with Daliah, just as she said. ”Hey Hale, Azalea, and Payton, here is someone I want you to meet, Malakai, and he is going to be living here with you guys.” Hale studied him. He seemed familiar somehow, but how did he know him? And now he knew that the other girl’s name was Payton. “Well, I’ll be the first I guess. Welcome to this glorious house of life where everyone who lives here continues to be someone that you remember.” He smiled. Of course, he was being humorous. He continued to study Malakai.

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Payton watched as the boy's smile fell. He stood and backed away from Azalea, which only made him look suspicious. Now, he looked like the uncomfortable one. With him facing her, she noticed that he looked even more familiar. Normally, Payton would push back nostalgic thoughts like that, but this time she went digging through her memories for his face. She glanced at Azalea one more time but before she could say anything a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey Hale, Azalea, and Payton, here is someone I want you to meet, Malakai, and he is going to be living here with you guys."

After recovering from her mini heart attack, Payton slowly turned around, making eye contact with the boy named Malakai. He, like the other boy- Hale, she corrected herself- was vaguely familiar. He also seemed a little surprised by the sudden introductions. “Well, I’ll be the first I guess. Welcome to this glorious house of life where everyone who lives here continues to be someone that you remember.” Hale introduced himself, a joking tone in his voice.

Payton couldn't agree more with his statement though. She silently decided that Azalea had to wait. She offered Malakai a small wave. "Payton," she introduced herself in a small voice that he probably didn't hear.

She knew that these two guys were familiar. She knew them from somewhere, but where? Her eyes slid over to the violin in Malakai's hands and she wondered if he played. Of course he did... Idiot... Why would he have a case if he couldn't play? She leaned against a nearby table, back to her silent self. Her eyes scanned over him. Something about him seemed... off... like he was extremely wary or something. She tilted her head, a million thoughts running through her mind.

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Almost everybody looked oddly familiar to him but he couldn't remember their names. He hated that he had gotten to the house at the last minute but there was issues before he could be released from his previous foster home. His head lowered into the water, just as Stormy was falling in. He jumped to his feet when a splash of water got onto him as he wanted to help Stormy out of the water but she was coming out on her own. "Stormy..." Tyler spoke softly then thought about that name. He was bonded to her at one point and time. Tyler wondered if she remembered or not.

A smile crept among his handsome facial features as he heard her words then couldn't help but nod. His eyes watched as she walked over to the shack as he didn't know whether to follow her or stay behind. His mind thought about it for a minute as he shrugged his shoulders and followed her to the shack at the beginning of the lake. As she was drying herself off, he couldn't help but stare at her but not in a creepy way - More of a reminisce way.

Tyler went to speak but couldn't say anything. Stormy was standing right here in front of him after so long but what was he to say. "Is it me or does everyone seem oddly familiar?" Tyler proceeded to ask. He felt a strange feeling in his stomach when he was in the house and when set foot on the property. He honestly thought it was nerves or butterflies but it was something much more bigger than that. He smiled at Stormy again then looked back down at the ground.

"I think we been away from everyone for too long..." He extended his hand out for her to grab. "Shall we go back to the house before Daliah and everyone else start to worry about us?" Tyler asked with a raised brow of curiosity then waited for Stormy's decision.

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Azalea felt uncomfortable in the presence of Hale, but she thought he wasn't that bad. Not like the jocks in her old school. He seemed to be friendly, and she really liked his dog.
“Despite what you have against my gender, I’m not like them.” Hale said, quickly looking like he was regretting the way he had worded that. He began again.
“Sorry if that sounded rude; I didn't mean it to be. I can—” he was interrupted by a voice Azalea felt as if she knew.
"Azalea? the brown haired girl questioned, looking at Azalea as if she found a ghost from her past. Looking over the girl she did feel oddly like she knew her, and that things were more than they seemed. It seemed Hale and the girl may have known one another. She watched as Hale's smile fell, and the girls eyes were still in shock. Looking over at Hale she gave him a meek smile before answering the girl who had called her name.
"That's me" Azalea simply said. Thoughts couldn't help but flood her head. Why did all these familiar people live in this house? All of them orphans. It didn't make much sense, and only resulted in flustering herself.

Moments later Daliah came into the room with her warm smile she seemed to always wear. A boy followed behind her, again she felt as if she knew him from somewhere. That was impossible however. She hadn't of met any of these people ever, had she?
"Hey Hale, Azalea, and Payton, here is someone I want you to meet, Malakai, and he is going to be living here with you guys." Daliah spoke, introducing the guy. She felt the girl, which she just found out was named Payton, look at her briefly before her eyes went else wear. Payton seemed to have a strange fixation with Azalea, she found it rather peculiar. Though she had to admit - she wanted to know more as well. Talking isn't her strongest suit, but she wanted to know more about that Payton gal.
“Well, I’ll be the first I guess. Welcome to this glorious house of life where everyone who lives here continues to be someone that you remember.” Hale joked, introducing himself as well. Azalea smiled slightly before returning to her soft sighing expression. She wasn't the only one to feel that everyone here was like a ghost of the past? That's reassuring to an extent. Payton introduced herself to the guy with a small wave, Azalea felt it would be rude if she didn't as well. She had mustered a lot of confidence in herself to even talk to Hale, introducing herself to another guy of the house wouldn't be that bad - right?
"I'm Azalea, hello" she said quietly before looking back down at the dog named Rocky who was still laying by her side. She hoped Hale didn't mind her attachment to his dog at the moment. Malakai seemed to be a bit distraught with the sudden introduction Daliah had practically forced upon him. She didn't blame the guy - she hated being the center of attention as well. He had a violin case in his hands, it would be nice to hear in the future. The only thing Azalea could play was the flute, something she did not have on her.

An awkward silence seemed to fill the rooms when everyone had said their introductions. They were all foster children to a rich older lady in a big house which everyone felt like they knew one another. It was strange to say the least. Not stranger than her powers however. It would be a challenge to keep her secret hidden with this many people around.

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Archer entered the living room just as the introductions were going on. Payton- the girl with the dark hair. Malakai- the newest arrival with the violin case. Azalea- the girl sitting next to Hale. Archer gave a little wave to everyone. "Uh, hey guys. I'm Archer. Nice to meet all of you." He sat down on the ottoman in front of the fireplace, studying everyone. It felt like he knew all these people- but how could he? Archer remembered Hale from when he was very young, but he knew he hadn't met anyone else. So why did they all seem familiar?

After the awkward quiet of introductions faded, Archer smiled. It seemed like none of these people were too bad. He let the warmth of the fire warm his back, and sighed. It would be hard to practice his power with this many people around. He'd done it before, at the "orphanage", and he could do it again. However, he felt a deep trust to everyone here. So, he asked a crazy question.

"Do any of the rest of you guys- this is going to sound crazy- have powers, or, like control over stuff? That, like, normal people wouldn't?" Archer sighed. It was finally off his chest. Now, everyone else would think he was insane. Great first day!

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Stormy finished drying off what she could, but her clothes were still drenched and she still resembled a small wet puppy. She would have to go inside and quickly change, but she currently didn’t want to leave the situation at hand. She needed to figure out if this was Tyler. Her Tyler. All signals pointed to yes, and if it was true, a lot of this would make sense, but it all seemed too surreal to be factual. She wanted to pinch herself awake, but if this was a dream, it sure as hell felt real. She could just ask him if he knew her from somewhere. She could just ask if he was somehow bonded to a girl named Stormy in the past and was from a different race called Dimoni. Y’know. Those casual and normal questions. Sucking in a breath of air, she turned her head to go call out to him, but it seems he was already approaching, and oddly staring at her.

What he said next came as almost a reassurance it was him. So he thought everyone was familiar too. But there was still one thing she wanted to check, and that would have to wait until she dug through her belongings in her fresh new room. For now, all she did was crack a small smile, and say, “Yeah, actually. They all do.” Stormy swung her towel around her neck, as he continued to speak about how they should head inside. She nodded her head in agreement, saying “We shall,” before taking his extended hand he offered.

Walking down the gardens path, she glanced over to where the young brunette girl had once sat picking flowers, like out of a scene of a movie. She was no longer there, and was probably back inside the house where others faces who she had not yet met walked about. Stormy felt unusually... nervous. Maybe it as because what she believed to be true was going to unfold in front of her eyes in a few short minutes. Yeah, that was probably it.

Walking back into the home she was still rather unfamiliar with, she noticed that the two boys who where in the kitchen with her when she first arrived had moved, and that it stood empty. They were probably in their rooms, or the living room. Right now she wasn’t too concerned about that, right now she was concerned with her soaking clothes which were starting to make her feel freezing. “I’m just going to head up stairs for a second,” Stormy spoke to Tyler, before leaving his side and making her way to the front of the house where the stairs where. But first, she had to pass through the living room to get there, and it seemed she found where everyone had been hiding. She saw two new faces, a boy and a girl. The girl from the garden was also sitting there. She would introduce herself to them in a second, after she hopped up to her room. For now, she offered a small wave as she passed by.

Scampering up the sitars, and into her room, she shut the white door softly behind her and stripped herself of her wet clothing, and grabbed the first things from her bag and put them on, and bunched up her almost dry hair into a pony tail. She felt something on her leg. Giving a tiny squeak of shock, she looked down at noticed it was her cat wrapping around her leg, its eyes half open as it was still obviously tired. Picking the small thing up, she petted its head, and took him over with her to the bed. She sat down and set Moriarty on her lap. Opening up her messenger bag and taking her sketch book out, she undid the strap bind and flipped through the pages, until she came across the one she was looking for. Inside, held a drawn sketch of the Tyler Stormy had bonded to. He was young in the picture, and it was all done by memory, but it was almost as good as a photograph. This was all the reassurance Stormy needed. Downstairs, was defiantly the person she was bonded to, there was no denying it. The little kid in the drawing still held similar features to the one down stairs.

But with that information, Stormy had no idea what to do. All the familiar faces meant all those kids where the last of the Dimoni people. What where they all doing here. “Daliah must know something.." She mumbled to herself, as she picked up her clingy cat once more. She decided to ask her ‘foster mom’ for more information before she came to any conclusion herself. But first, to find Tyler to see if he remembered her.

Making her way down the now familiar steps, cat in arm, she turned into the living room, but stopped as Daliah turned the corner just as she did, and began to make an announcement to the group gathered. ”I know some for you must be a little confused about the familiarity of everyone here, so if you all want an explanation, I shall give you one right now. We are still waiting for another to arrive at the house, but once she arrives we will brief her on our little meeting.“So she did know something about it. Stormy still stood at the entry way, but Daliah waved her in, so Stormy took up a spot on the large couch, resting the small black munchkin cat on her lap. The first thing out of Daliahs mouth next, was the answer she had been hoping for. ”Each of you are the remaining Dimoni people in the world.”

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The rev of her engine vibrated in her ear's through the thick plastic of her black helmet. Shiloh was swift as she twisted and swerved through the traffic of her new home town. She signaled left and passed a large white SUV whom in response blared their horn rudely at her. Turning her head slightly she glared through the tinted helmet visor and slightly extended her right hand backward's, giving the driver the middle finger before revving the gas more and making the bike shoot forwards. Glancing over her shoulder again Shiloh noted that the blue van of her social worker was still in sight and from the looks of it having some difficulty keeping up with her which kind of concerned her but only because all of her belonging were in that van. She couldn't give to shit's about her social worker, Mr.Hansen whom in Shiloh's opinion was a complete dick. Shiloh's cell phone vibrated in her pocket and she turned on the blue tooth to answer, already knowing who it was.

"What?" she snapped coldly.

"Could you slow down just a little bit? Like seriously we are already late so...." Mr.Hansen's harsh voice instantly created a slow pounding headache. Shiloh rolled her eyes and cut him off.

"That's actually why I'm hurrying, beside's the faster I get there the quicker I get rid of you" Shiloh growled then hung up before he had a chance to respond.

She drove in silence the rest of the way, the traffic clearing up significantly the closer they got to their destination. Once she saw the turn off for the drive way a small smile softened Shiloh's usual stoic feature's. A small ping of hope flared in her chest. All her life she believed no one would ever want her, having been rejected by so many people yearning to adopt. Apparently she was to strange for anyone's liking. Shiloh kept driving until the house came into view and she parked her bike beside the house, the blue van pulling up moment's later. Shiloh put the kick stand down and got off her bike, straightening out her ruffed clothes and took her helmet off. The large mass of wild silver hair blew freely as it was released from the confides of the helmet and Shiloh shook a pale hand through the messy curls to try and tame them but ended up just leaving them when they didn't cooperate.

She watched as Mr.Hansen got out of the van and walked towards the door while Shiloh placed her helmet on the seat of the bike and went towards the back of the van to get her things. Being stronger then a human came in handy, especially when you had boxes of books and only wanted to make one trip to the van. She grabbed her duffel bag and backpack then stacked the six boxes full of books on top of each other and balanced them in one arm. Mr.Hansen knocked on the door as Shiloh walked over and moment's later an older woman opened the door and poked her head out. Shiloh almost gasped and dropped her things when she saw her.

Daliah? What!

Having a photographic memory Shiloh remembered everything from her younger age, including the woman standing in front of her. A frown slowly settled on Shiloh's face and she glared at Daliah.

"Hello Mis...." Hansen began but Shiloh cut him off by shoving her body into the house, knocking into Daliah and pushing Hansen out of the way.

"Shiloh what the hell! Don't be so rude!" Hansen shouted but Shiloh ignored him and went upstairs. She knew Daliah would try to make people feel at home so Shiloh had a feeling of where and what her room would look like. By placing all the door's she saw Shiloh made her way to the very end of the hallway and opened the door to find a set of wooden stair's. She climbed up them into the attic and found the space actually the way she would hope it would look like. It looked like her old room back when her parents were alive. Shiloh cursed and through all her things down onto the bed and quickly started unpacking, placing her books where ever she could, clothes away in the closet, laptop of the desk and silver pillow's on the bed. She heard someone come up and turned around to see Daliah.

"Shiloh dear I..." Daliah began but Shiloh cut her off.

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why am I here now after all these years! Are the other's you abandoned here to?! Is...is he here" Shiloh shouted at the woman. Over the years Shiloh had grown a hated towards this woman, the same woman Shiloh believed would protect her when she was younger, the same woman Shiloh thought would save her from the hell hole she had left her in. When her parents died Shiloh looked to Daliah and what did she get? Abandonment. Shiloh narrowed her amethyst eyes at Daliah.

"Yes the other's are here, you are the last to arrive" Daliah answered timidly cause she knew actually what she did. She had made a promise to Shiloh and had broken it. Shiloh nodded her head and ignoring Daliah rushed down the stairs and followed the hushed sounds of voice's. She reached the ground floor and walked into the kitchen, the voice's dying down almost completely when she arrived. Her eyes widened when she saw him and without thinking about her action's she rushed up to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"I finally found you Malakai."

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“Well, I’ll be the first I guess. Welcome to this glorious house of life where everyone who lives here continues to be someone that you remember.” The boy joked, of course following along Malakai let out a small laugh, to be honest he felt the same a bit weird how he seems to feel some form of familiarity with everyone around here. After a series of introduction he learned that the boy's name was Hale and one of the girl's name was Payton and Azalea. However, in coming a bit later a slightly older boy "Uh, hey guys. I'm Archer. Nice to meet all of you." it wasn't his introduction that caught Malakai's attention but something he said much later "Do any of the rest of you guys- this is going to sound crazy- have powers, or, like control over stuff? That, like, normal people wouldn't?" How does he know about the powers? ....wait could it be that he is one of the kids as well? but unsure of what is going on, but Malakai chose not to speak up about anything, it wasn't a good idea to go around tell people about his power until he was sure that they are the right person to know about it, as it has happened a while back with Melody Matthews, he killed her after he lost control of his powers.

Later another boy entered as Dailah decided to announce something.
"I know some for you must be a little confused about the familiarity of everyone here, so if you all want an explanation, I shall give you one right now. We are still waiting for another to arrive at the house, but once she arrives we will brief her on our little meeting." After she said that she looked up and waved another girl in. As she announces "Each of you are the remaining Dimoni people in the world.” Wait what? that is why they all seem so familiar, we have seen each other when we are little, that means Shiloh is going to be here, she is the last one to arrive!

Then Malakai hears a knock on the door as everyone looked towards the main entrance
"that must be our last friend," Dailah said "I'll just go get the door right now" as she walks towards the door.

When she opens the door before anyone could react, in rushed a silver haired girl, of course... Malakai thought who else would it. She pushed past Dailah and climbed to the attic. She had been like that ever since they were little. However, to much of his surprise she headed straight for him next and tightly gave him a hug "I finally found you Malakai." she said as she laughed.

"Yep, Long time no see, Shy"he responded, he liked call her, shy, it made the two feel close together, but to be honest she isn't that shy.
"Let's catch up later, I think Dailah has a long more explaining to you as she is to the rest of us".

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After Azalea introduced herself, Payton knew without a fact it was her. She was about to say something else when another boy stepped into the room. "Uh, hey guys. I'm Archer. Nice to meet all of you." Payton's eyes followed him as he sat down on an ottoman. "Do any of the rest of you guys- this is going to sound crazy- have powers, or, like control over stuff? That, like, normal people wouldn't?"

Payton's heart stopped. Not literally, of course, otherwise she would've have into cardiac arrest and we'd have an entirely different problem on our hands. Payton's fingers traced her veins, a habit she had picked up when she was younger. How could he known about her powers... unless, he had them. She knew Azalea had powers. "I know some for you must be a little confused about the familiarity of everyone here, so if you all want an explanation, I shall give you one right now. We are still waiting for another to arrive at the house, but once she arrives we will brief her on our little meeting. Each of you are the remaining Dimoni people in the world," Daliah told them all.

The dark haired girl expected an uproar of questions left and right, but silence descended over the group of teenagers. Suddenly, a knock interrupted any conversation that might have been started. Daliah walked away to answer, saying something as she left. Payton didn't hear her though. Her ears were ringing with adrenaline. Everything about Dimoni was so distant that Payton had thought she had made it up when she was little; a dream to help her cope with being different and nothing more. Azalea was as clear to her as day, but she had always thought they had just been really good friends. Finding out it's something more was huge for her. Dimoni were real. She wasn't alone in this world. Payton could almost scream from excitement. Instead, she sat down heavily on the couch. For a few long moments silence reigned over the group. She could hear chatter in the background, but that was all she recognized it as: background noise.

Her fingers continued to trace her veins. She wasn't alone. She wasn't a freak anymore. She had never felt safer in her life.

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