We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.

Forcing an answer only guarantees that no answer will come out." - Six

All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.

One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.

Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H