Zanian

Feen

After talking to Shadow and April for a few hours, I decided it was time to say thank you to Feen. After all, he did save my life. I looked at Shadow. "Hey, do you know where Feen is?" I asked. The light hearted room seemed to stilled. "Uh..." April started, but Shadow held up a hand to her. "He's not available." He said simply. I knew he was lying, or at least not telling the whole story. "I don't believe you. Where is he?" I asked again, my new found patience tunneling down the drain.

Shadow glared at me. "He's not available. Do I have to repeat myself?" He growled. April looks at him, her nerves showing in her down casted stare. I clear my throat, trying to calm myself. "I would like to leave." I tried. Going back to the house seems like a good way to start my search. I get up to leave when Shadow growled deeply. "No. You can't leave." He said firmly and gets up, his eyes sharp. I crossed my arms, straightening myself to my full height. "Then what are you hiding from me?" I demanded.

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A/N
Due to the lack of balance in the world of authors, POV may suddenly change at certain parts. The more it changes, to mored unbalanced the world is. Sometimes Sinister will be able to see these, sometimes not.

I yank my hands forwards, struggling against the shackles at my wrists and ankles. I heard yelling and screaming from the outside, though my vision was obscured by a massive grey wall. It wouldn't have mattered anyways. Nobody knows who I am therefore nobody will rescue me.

Raze rushes in, slamming the door behind him. This wasn't the Raze I knew, yet it was a form of him somehow. If my theory is correct, it is only a part of him. I was slammed against the wall, held up by the collar of my torn shirt. "Aurio!" He hissed, his gaze poison. "What did you do to Feen?" He snarled, slamming me against the wall again. I just smiled slyly. "I told him about Author."

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(POV-Sinister)

I blinked, the vision fresh in my mind. Aurio? Whose Aurio? I stared at Shadow, my thoughts on anything but our petty argument. He growled softly, not moving from his position in the doorway. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the knock loud and sloppy. Shadow disappeared into the shadows and now he was at the door, opening it. At the door stood the other werewolf, rubbing the back of his head. "Hey Shadow. Can I see April?" He asked.

He was in bad shape. Cuts and bruises speckled his body, one of his eyes swollen shut. I shuttered, glad to of had Feen on my on my side. Shadow nodded, stepping aside. "Thanks Sh-" he stopped and stared at me. "The hell is she doing here?!" He exclaimed, his broken tail sadly dangling behind him. I gulped and took a step back. "Raze! Please, calm down." I whispered. They all stared at me, blinking. "What?" I asked nervously. April stared at me. "You haven't been introduced to him yet." She said quietly.

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(POV-Aurio)

I coughed up blood, alone again. When I refused to share my secret, he stormed back out, enraged. I chuckles to myself. Why would I share my secrets when they locked me up here?  I guess it doesn't matter. I thought to myself. As long as he doesn't know about Author, it'll be fine for now.

Now how to get Wolfy out of here... I thought to myself. It would've been easy if I could've continued to go unnoticed by the duplicates, I would've succeed in my mission. Whatever. I'll just have to improvise. I quickly dismantled the shackles, opening them all spontaneously. After that I moved to the door, watching as the prisoners regroup. Here we go.

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(POV-Ever)

I watched from across the street, April's house full of action. "That writer... She's different from the others, right?" I asked my brother softly. Feen sighed, going to the window. "She's... Different for sure. Wild imagination. Wild enough to have dreamed us up." He muttered, crossing his arms. I nodded. "Maybe. But you know that we can't be sure right now, right?" I whispered. Feen nodded.

"Sure, but we can still protect her. You know what the authors would do if they find out she was a writer?" He chuckled softly, staring at the house. I tilted my head. "Then why tell them she's a writer? That she might be an author?" I asked, fairly confused by that fact. He laughed. "They hate me and think I'm the scum of the Earth. They wouldn't trust me. So if I stood by the fact that she is a writer, it would take a miracle for them to agree with me." He explained.

I nodded slowly. "True, but what about Raze? He's your best friend!" I pointed out. Feen laughed. "You didn't know? Raze only acts like that so he can tell the others what I'm up to. No matter what, Ever, we'll be the outcast. So we might as well make use of it." He grinned. I gulped, leaning against the sill. "But doesn't that bother you?" I asked. He shook his head slow. "It used to bother me. But not anymore." He sighed.

I nodded. "Come on Feen. It's almost sunset." I said and started to hurry off to the door. He followed me slowly, shaking his head. "It'll stop bothering you soon enough." He assured. I sighed. "I do hope so."