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All Aimée could see was a blur of purple, red, green, light blue and a fiery orange. “Oh no,” she said, “I’m having my nightmare again,” but, instead of images swirling around a small black circle appeared in the middle and slowly got bigger, until the blur was only on the very edge of her vision. Then the black changed to a very beautiful shade of glossy purple and faded into a picture of her room. Treeroot walked into her view her eyes were amber and she was talking to someone next to Aimée,
“There’s a wide variety of weapons you can make. What one do you want to learn?” Aimée turned her head to see who she was talking to, Oh my god, she thought, it’s me. In the dream the other Aimée looked determined.
“The Staff. It may be very hard to hide, but I have a feeling I’ll be very good at it.” She smiled and the image faded into the same glossy purple.
Aimée felt wind blow through her hair and another image zoomed towards her, it was a beautiful woman with purple hair, eyes and clothes and a small scare on her cheek. She was holding a staff with an eye-catching amethyst on top; she looked familiar, and was talking to a gargantuan lion with a black mane. The lion was patting a small cat with a red head, arms and tail. It had yellow on his face around his nose as well as on his body and the tips of its fox tail and ears. The lion’s voice was deep and strong, but very familiar
“You fought well today Amethyst.” The woman, Amethyst, smiled and shrugged,
“You taught me how to use the staff…as well as my magic.” Now Aimée recognized who Amethyst reminded her of: It was an adult Aimée.

Aimée woke up with a start, her dream fresh in her mind. She quickly got dressed and ran out to Maman.
“Aimée,” she said, “you look white as a sheet, what’s wrong?” Aimée told her mother about her dream. Maman gave her some advice before sending her to school, “Why not ask Mackintosh what it means?” Aimée stared at her mother in amazement,
“How do you know about her?” Maman smiled,
“She’s the one that told me about the elf.”


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“Stupid tractor.” Emma’s legs were the only part of her body outside the school tractor as she tried to fix it, and her complaints echoed out, “I’ve fixed this thing so many times, I’ve practically built it three times over, and it still conks out.” She heard someone clear their throat behind her, it was Aimée, and she had a bandage on her cheek and a questioning look in her eyes. Emma pulled herself out of the tractor, bumping her head. “Frizzle.” She said rubbing the bump, and then she turned to Aimée “I heard about what happened last night, could you provide some inside information?” Aimée wasn’t interested.
“Who is Dark Dagger?”
“The only one who knows that is Treeroot, and she has never told me.” Emma said firmly and confidently. A voice came from the library roof, it sounded like Treeroot, but deeper.
“Test subject’s coming.” Emma straightened her shirt, and brushed her hair back. Andrew’s lanky figure appeared around the side of the building. Even if she didn’t show it, you could tell Emma was angry.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to look after Aimée, but I know you didn’t because Alice had to save her, and now she needs more bandages, and-” Andy pulled out a chocolate bar and held it out to Emma. “Did I mention I love you?” she added. Andy looked at Aimée,
“Sorry.” He said apologetically. He looked worried and spoke more to Aimée’s wound than her. Aimée looked at Emma, she had already half eaten the chocolate.
“Look,” she said, “I know who Treeroot is, and I want to know more. Why do her eyes change colour, and what do the colours mean, for one.” Emma finished her snack and turned to Andy.
“You tell her, I’ll find Alice.” She ran off and Andy started explaining to Aimée,
“Ok, umm, well, as far as we know Alice’s blood isn’t A, B, AB or O. Emma thinks that her blood reacts like a mood ring inside her, but as soon as it touches the air it’s like normal blood. Her special blood leeks into her eyes and that’s how the colors change.”
“Can you tell me what each colour means?” Aimée asked.
“Yellow means tense, Hazel means happy, Silver suggests she’s determined, Light Blue means she’s scared, Dark Blue means sad, Brown means she’s confused, Amber means curious, Light Green is sickness, Dark Green represents annoyance, and Red means angry. I’ve often got Dark Green.” He added,
“Is her blood silver?” Aimée asked, Andy shook his head.
“No. It only looks like that for the first five minutes after you get the Gift of sight.” Aimée’s eyes widened,
“How do you know I have the Gift of sight?” Andy gave her one of his lopsided grins,
“One: You’re eyes are brighter than they were when I saw you in Emma’s art class, two: Treeroot gives the Gift to people who save her, and three: Why else would you ask about it?”
Emma came back around the building with Treeroot taking a shortcut over it. If Aimée hadn’t known about what happened last night she wouldn’t have suspected anything. Treeroot looked like she had only cut herself while hunting and used a big leaf to bandage her hand. She stayed on the roof while Emma walked up to Aimée.
“What do you want to know?” Aimée thought for a while before answering.
“What does ‘black’ stand for?” Emma looked confused.
“What do you mean black?” she asked.
“Her eyes went black last night. What does it stand for?”
“I’ve never seen black.”
“But I saw it last night.”
“It means pain.” Treeroot’s awkwardly deep voice came from behind Aimée, but she could see her on top of the building, Aimée looked at Treeroot.
“Can you throw your voice? Are you, like, a ventriloquist?” she asked, Treeroot smiled,
“No, on both counts, although it would make my job easier,” her voice was still weak from last night, but not deep, “but if you turn around you’ll get a surprise.”
Aimée slowly turned around; standing behind her was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. Her eyes immediately locked onto his spellbinding magnificent gold dragon eyes, his smile glistened like one from a prince charming. His strong chin was clean shaven, and his jet black hair looked like it was only brushed by running his fingers through it, the boy’s shirt was red and skin tight, showing his perfect washboard abs, and long denim jeans hung from his hips. “This is my twin brother, Max” said Treeroot.
“He’s not exactly your brother.” Interrupted Emma,
“Close enough.” Replied Alice, while they were arguing Max smiled at Aimée, she felt her cheeks grow warm, Aimée wanted to talk to him but the only thing that would leave her mouth was;
“You’re Treeroot’s model aren’t you?”
“Yep, and you’re the girl who sits behind us in art, right?” everything about him had a strange shimmer except for his eyes, Aimée looked at him quizzically, What does he mean, I think I would remember him if he was sitting in front of me in art? It’s hard to forget someone THAT cute,
“I can’t believe you gave her ‘The Gift.’” Emma was arguing, that remark got Aimée’s attention,
“She did save my life.” Treeroot resorted,
“You were a pincushion.”
“So?” Treeroot crossed her arms and avoiding Emma’s gaze,
“You know it drains you.”
“I’ve been worse.” She shrugged.
“It’s hard to get worse than 6 daggers in your back.”
“Ha, correction,” Treeroot said pointing at Emma comically, “It was 5 in my back and one in my shoulder.”
“Oh well, excuse me then. Of course that makes a difference.” Emma’s voice practically dripping with sarcasm.
Aimée was laughing so hard she was having trouble breathing. Max was holding her hand, and his touch was like a summer breeze.
“Oi! Alice, Emma, if you keep arguing like that, our new group member could die from laughter!” He yelled. That made Aimée slowly stop, she looked at Max, who was still holding onto her hand,
“‘New group member?’” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, letting go of her hand, “You didn’t think everyone could see me, did you?” Treeroot was crouching on the roof, a sly smile curling one side of her mouth.
“What does he mean?” she asked. Treeroot pulled a stick from a nearby tree and threw it at Max like a dart. Aimée gasped as it passed though his head as if he wasn’t there,
“I really wish you wouldn’t do that to prove a point…” sighed Max
“Max is a phantom.” Explained Treeroot, “We call him my brother because aside from his black hair we look like twins. The only way people can see him is if they have The Gift.” Aimée looked between Treeroot and Max, they did look very much alike, Aimée hadn’t noticed before but Treeroot was very muscular, and Max looked very flexible. Then Aimée remembered her other questions;
“What group have I been ‘volunteered’ for?” Max smiled and said in a showbiz voice,
“Eh-hem, congratulations! You’ve won! What have we got for her Andy?” Andy caught on quick,
“Well Max, this lovely young lady has just won a free subscription to ‘the Fearsome Fighters’! Yes, the very same team that happens to be right in front of her.” Max laughed.
“Thank you Andy, Coming up next, ‘The Tractor from hell’ will Emma ever fix the school tractor? Or will the tractor get the better of her? We’ll find out right after these messages.” Aimée giggled Looks like Andy and Max are the people that lighten up the mood here. She looked at the her new group, Emma was yelling at Max for ‘doubting her abilities at fixing things’ and Andy and Treeroot were laughing their heads off, The Fearsome Fighters… cute… sounds like some super hero team. I don’t think I’m that far off.