We all know that Elyon is still miffed about Matt I hope, no one gets over it that fast.

Phobos breathed in the thick air of the mill room, but found it thin and crisp. "One of the villagers must know what happened to my sister twelve years ago. I hear they're hungry. Try trading flower for information."Phobos dipped his hand into the bag of flower, it was amazing that he had the power to create the illusion of it in his hand, but yet he could not force himself to feel it. He was only a ghost in the mill. In the throne room is where he truely sat, thought from a child he had quickly mastered manifestation of his image in rooms, out of mirrors. He even saw the surroundings from the point. But he couldn't feel it. He had no reason to. He felt power instead.

"A-and the other problem.." Phobos smiled at his Cedric's quivering form in the corner of his sight. The Guardians. She had gotten away and that only made her more valuable. She had broken his entire force of Marchers. Phobos opened his eyes. He was back in his dark room. He sat back on his thrown as murmurers danced about him in a gossiping crowd. Each whispering the words of someone in the castle, only on his order or sight of intrusion did they all shout out in hollowy breaths and usion. He felt the sands as he fisted and threw them over the floor. Waiting for her image. "In my guise as a bookseller I c-can locate and remove them."

"You tried that. They thwartered you at every turn." Phobos did not need to see Cedric as the murmurers echoed the Lord's shallow breaths. Fear didn't suit them and he doubted it would suit Cedric. The Lord would have to go once he had what he needed. Power. Caleb had power and so did the young woman before him. She was a child when he had seen her first. Wide, shocked eyes as the murmurers moved closely around her; their vines wrapping up her arms and legs; desperately trying to intertwine her with them. To absorb every morsel of power in her being. He had assumed them starved. That was why they would even feed off such a child. Phobos would never retell his wrong to Cedric or any other below him, but he had made a mistake. She was as his brother was. Caleb was strong, and so was she. "Strength isn't enough. You must attack when they are vulnerable. Seperated from the one with the red hair."

"Yesss, my Lord." Phobos detested the hiss in Cedrics voice. It didn't matter if he was human or beast.

...

"Our own Mt. Heatherfield. Site of this weekend's ski trip, sits atop a volcano that's been dormant for years and years, and.." A teacher Will still could not name droned on as she fiddled with her hands, entwining fingers. She felt as though someone was looking at her, and in the one class Will shared with the older year, Will knew exactly where to look.

Will turned back after studying Matt Olsen's steadily increasingly pink cheeks as the boy looked forward at the board, reciving a slap on the shoulder from the blonde guy behind him who was grinning at Will. She threw a rubber with practiced ease onto Cornelia's desk, gaining her attention, and leaning in to whisper, "I think Matt likes me."

Cornelia's eyebrows shot up and before looking back to Will she glanced behind the redhead to a frowning Elyon who was trying not to show that she was listening, "Well, what makes you think that?"

"He's not looking at me!" Cornelia sighed, knowing Elyon had, probably smugly, done the same. Will had heard from Irma that Elyon had had a crush on him. She'd heard from Elyon that he was all hers, but Will couldn't pretend not to be a little afraid of actually going for it with the boy.

...

The bell for lunch rang out after what seemed like an eternity and Hay Lin beamed at the girls picking at their food around her."Oh, you guys don't know what you're missing! I hear the food at the ski chalet tastes better than this!"

Taranee gave her a look that Hay Lin probably should have found offensive. "Hay Lin, the table we're eating off of tastes better than this."

"Weren't we supposed to get that new student from Switzerland today?" Will straightened her back, glancing at the surrounding faces.

Elyon shrugged, raising an eyebrow as Will strained to look around the room, "Maybe she's here and we didn't notice."

Even Hay Lin dropped her fork, looking at the guys in the room as they began drooling, Uriah Dunn's table making a particular racket of wolf whistles. Taranee shook her head, "No...my guess is, that's her."

The girl was stunning. Hay Lin had never thought strawberry-blonde was particularly to her fancy on any gender (Uriah was her only real comparison), but this girl's hair shone. If Hay Lin had ever thought she'd seen a girl Cornelia Hale would envy, it was the girl strolling into the cafeteria. One glance at the blonde confirmed her thoughts. Martin, who had sidled next to Irma, practically jumped from his chair. Hay Lin smiled at her shocked friend, "Good news! I think he's over you!"