This fanfic takes place between The Unwanteds: Island of Silence and The Unwanteds: Island of Fire. It is about Claire Morning. It's a little short, hopefully I'll be able to update soon. Please review! Happy reading -TheUnwantedDemigod

Helpless. That's how she felt. Claire Morning was tied up in the pantry of Gunnar Haluki's house and there was nothing she could do about it. She was bound and gagged so there wasn't a chance she could cast spells. At first Claire was angry, but then, thinking back on the events that led to her desperate situation, she began to drown in sorrow. She spent many of the countless hours thinking about her father, was he dead? She had seen what the heart attack components could do, but could they really kill a man? He was almost surely dead, if not someone would have come for her by now. That thought sent her spiraling, and it was a constant struggle to keep from despairing.

As her muscles began to cramp and her stomach began to ache, Claire thought of her past, before her father was hidden away as the death farmer. Because her father was in charge of the Purge, all of the other kids avoided her and looked at her with fear. All of the kids, except Liam. The one friend Claire had, the one who would listen to her sing and harmonize with her before she even knew what harmony was. He even told her he loved her once, though neither of them really knew what love was, because it was illegal. There was one difference between her and Liam though, Claire got caught, and Liam didn't. If only she had known then what the future held in store, she would have reported him in a heartbeat, but now...now he was a jailer, working against Artime. She knew from the look in his eyes that the only reason she was still imprisoned was because he was scared. He didn't used to be that way, he used to be courageous, unafraid to sing and express the few feelings he had. Now he was just another coward, fear pounded into him by the cruel government of Quill. Even though Claire's rage bubbled against Liam, even though she wanted to yell at him for being so fainthearted, he was the only reason she didn't go completely crazy. The few times a week that he slipped her out of the pantry and fed her and talked to her, those times made her long for her family, but her family was gone, she had no family. As hot tears ran down her hollow cheeks, she knew what it was like to be Unwanted all over again.

Her father and Liam weren't the only people Claire thought about. She thought about Gunnar, was he alive? Did they kill him too? That thought was unbearable, without her father, Gunnar was the closest thing to family she had. Claire also thought about Alex and his friends and all of the other Artimeans. If her father was gone, so was Artime and all of the magical creatures and statues he had created. No one would know what had happened, Alex and Simber had gone to find Lani, Meghan, and Samheed, if Simber was gone, was Alex stranded? Did he drown in the open ocean? What about the others? Did they make it back to Artime? All of the unanswered questions made Claire Morning feel helpless. And hopeless.