The Remembrance

Chapter Six

"Hector!" yelled Chase as he bust through his front door. There was no response. He didn't care how much his grandpa would say going out like that was unacceptable. Chase wanted to know what the hell was going on. Lilliana had no idea who the other triplets had become. All she knew was that Haden changed them back to their teenage forms. She had horrible memory, so she didn't remember anything extra Haden had told her. "Whatever is going on must be explained," Chase told Lilliana.

"Hey, there is something you might want to know."

"Not now Lilliana," he snapped. He was mad. Chase never had a good temper when things didn't make sense. Sadly, he probably should have watched who he was talking too. Lilliana had just lost her best friend for however long he wasn't Captain. She was also young and probably didn't take forceful outbursts like that very lightly.

She started sniffling, but Chase was too far away from her to notice. Instead, Lilliana faced the facts. Chase clearly needed Hector to refresh his memory in order to go back to normal. He didn't remember anything about Lilliana.

Lilliana, being the youngest Guardian God, was not treated the same as others. Plus, the fact she was the master of such a common magic didn't help her stand out either. She had actually been summoned multiple times by Thunder Gods, but they rejected her because of her age. She was actually treated horribly by her last Thunder God. This made her not trust them, and she never appeared to one until Captain almost one hundred eighty years later. Captain was the first Thunder God in history who treated her equally. When he nearly died in the battle against Hydroscious, she was scarred.

Sad at how Chase was acting, Lilliana went back to the open front door to look out in the night. It looked as if it would rain, yet no drops came. Lightning flashed across the sky being accompanied by its best friend thunder.

She decided to sit in one of the rocking chairs outside the household. Lilliana just stared off into the darkness of the street. There was no movement among the houses. Except for one. She spotted a figure drop down from above the front door. The figure reached inside the house to reveal a girl. She was struggling to get free, but the figure easily overpowered her.

Then the girl stopped squirming. Lilliana's curiosity got in the way of her judgement though. She got out of her chair and ran towards the figure obviously kidnapping the girl. Lilliana had a natural want for justice and sometimes it clouded her thinking.

The man then dragged the girl into the house and slammed the door behind him. He had no idea a visitor was about to come knocking.

Lilliana came up on the porch and stared at the wooden door for a while. She then smiled and fired herself up. She breathed in deeply and could feel the flames starting to form in her throat. Then she put her hands to her mouth, leaned forward, and shot a giant ray of fire at the wooden door.

It burst down into bits of ash and sparks. Lilliana walked in over the ash and dust and smiled at the darkness before her. All the lights were turned off and from the looks of it the odds were against herself. That didn't matter to her though. She had constantly been underrated because of her size and age.

Lilliana found her way into the dark house and lit a flame in her hand. The ember in her hand danced in the chilly weather. "Someone didn't turn on the heater," said Lilliana shivering.

Suddenly, a whizzing noise was heard. A sharp pink card flew by Lilliana. It barely grazed her hair. "Get out," a deep crackly voice said it had a distinct British accent, yet it was clear this man didn't speak like an Englishman.

"Please tell me you didn't just harm my hair Mr," she snapped. Lilliana cared for her hair more than most things. When the razor sharp card cut it, she was fired up enough to burn the house to the ground.