Suzanne Quazdoodle, your average, (though slightly below when it comes to height) teenage girl, has had a fascination with birds and nature for as long as she could remember. Code name: Owlet Theodore Schneider, your larger than average teenage boy never seems to fit in. Incredibly smart and large for his size he's always tried to find where he belongs. Code name: Watchdog. When these two very different people met they were just children. They stuck together and as they grew they realized they were more different from others then they had thought. * * * * * * * * * This is the sequel to The Last of Them All, but the order you read them is not very important, you'll just be slightly confused if you read this one first.

What's not enough for one, too much for three, and just right for two? A secret. But you know teenagers. We tend to break or bend the rules. In this case, three is just right for the secret that these highschoolers hold. Facit autem virtus nostra nos. Our power makes us one. "So, what am I?" "We, we don't know. We're still trying to figure that out." And with that, he got up and left the room. Swirling his coat behind him, leaving us to deal with this information. I felt as if I had just been slapped directly in the face with a frying pan. What do you mean you don't know what I am? As if I'm some sort of alien creature or something that's going extinct. I'm not a creature to be classified. Yet that was how I felt.