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I stood there awkwardly, the man looking up. "Oh, hey guys." He said shyly and gave a little wave. Feen sighed, looking at me. "Come on, let's get you back to your room." He commanded and pushed passed me. I didn't budge. "You know it's rude to talk about people behind their backs." I growled.

What they said earlier fit my description. I stayed in the flower meadow for about two hours. I am a writer. But why am I important? I looked at Feen, who growled. "It wasn't an option." He growled, but a glare from one of the girls cut him off. "Feen, she's just a girl." She warned lowly.

He growled, but didn't say another. The man earlier who had spooked me sighed. "She's right." He mumbled. Feen glared at him. "Can it, Owen." He hissed and took my arm, practically dragging me up the stairs. I wince as he twisted my arm into an unnatural position. "P-Please, your hurting me!" I exclaimed, yelping as we reached the top.

He let go of my arm with a sigh. "You were supposed to stay up here." He muttered. I glare at him, tears shinning in my eyes. "I was supposed to trust you and look where that got me! I'm trapped in a house with a bunch of strangers, who, by the way, most of them aren't even human!" I shout at him, my breath coming out ragged. He stood there silently, staring at me.

His gaze moved to the ground, now looking more like a wounded puppy than a fierce demon. "Look, I'm sorry, I was only trying to help-" he started but I cut him off. "Help? I don't need your help! You won't even tell me what your helping me with!" I shouted, my voice breaking. He sighed, his eyes the same mysterious color they were when they put me to sleep. It was soothing, which I think that's what he was going for.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to go get you and myself breakfast. We're going to go back up in your room, and I'm going to tell you what's going on to the best of my knowledge. Okay?" He asked calmly. I slowly nodded my head yes, staring at his eyes. He sighed and wiped the tears away from my face. "Now go into your bedroom and get some rest while I do that, okay?" He asked softly. Again, I slowly nodded yes.

He nodded back and our gaze broke, which broke my enchantment I was in. I was still calm, but thoughts wandered as I go to my room, shutting myself into the cramped space. How could he do that? It was scary honestly. With one glance he can get me to fall asleep or calm me. I climbed into my bed, waiting for him to come.

Feen's Perspective...

I growled, walking down stairs. "That girl is too curious for her own good." I missed to the others and started making eggs and toast. My sister sighed, her green eyes flashing, seeming to glow through her black hair. "She had that connection, didn't she?" She asked quietly. Rune, the albino, nodded. "It has to be. Couldn't this mean... She could be our author, could she not?" He asked. Raze, the red tipped werewolf, growled.

"If she is then we have to do something. She could wipe us all out!" He hissed, his red eyes flashing. The werewolf beside him, Shadow, shook his head. "Forget it. If we do something rash, it might spell out disaster for us." He said calmly. I sighed. "This is a good theory and all, but what if she isn't?" I asked. I looked to my sister. "Ever, this is dangerous. Why couldn't we just leave her in the field-" I was cut off. "And let her die? Even if she isn't even an author, we saved a life." She defended.

I hissed. "Don't you know what this means for her?! She can't go back to her family and friends! She can't live a normal life!" I snarled. "You guys don't get it. This effects her more than us. If we would've left her-" Rune glared at me. "If we would've left her, her life would've ended, or worst. None of us have a clue what the Rogues are doing this close to us, but you better believe they are after her." He shouted. We all stood there silently, taking it in. What he said was true, and if she is our author, we'd all had disappeared by now.

Owen cleared his throat, looking at me. "Go take her the food. Before she gets curious and comes down again." He said. I growled but reluctantly gathered the food to take back upstairs.

My Perspective...

I stayed silent, listening to the shouting and hushed silence. I couldn't make out any words, but for some reason I know the discussion was about me. I pulled the blankets closer to my chest, a bit scared if I were to be honest. I mean, it doesn't seem like I have any power here at all.

The door nob turned and I jumped, scared out of my thoughts. Feen walked in, carrying two trays of food. After a few minutes of awkwardness, he closed the door with his foot and sat on the foot of my bed, offering me a tray. I took it cautiously, but I was way too hungry to eat like that. I gobbled down the eggs and toast, aware of Feen watching me as I do.

He started to take bites by the time I was finished. "That... Was delicious. Thank you." I muttered quietly. The awkward atmosphere weighed down on me like a heavy cloud. He sighed, stopping for a second and looking at me. His eyes were back to their original stormy color, which was far less than calming. It actually came off a bit eerie for me.

He frowned. "Aren't you going to asked me questions?" He asked. "Where do I begin?" I shot back, straightening my back a little. He chuckled softly, the noise as deep as thunder. "Well, then I'll start with your original question." He said, meeting my eye.

"We are all hybrids."