Since arriving to the Spiral, Evabelle had dealt with a lot of light and dark. The light of the campfire on the beach, the light of the rising sun, the light of small fairies collecting together like a spotlight, the light of candle-like energy balls, the light of the full moon, the light of from the floating happy emotions in the Auxilia Gaudium fountain.

Then she had also dealt with terrifying, confusing darkness: when first hitting the magical barrier around the first wall, then the darkness of being blindfolded and lead through unfamiliar territory, the darkness as magical vines covered windows, the darkness of the underground garden where the elves kept their dilapidated portal, the darkness of these terrible caves that continued getting darker and darker until they did find a light. Only it was the light of burning treachery.

However, now there was no light at all. Never in all her life, had Evabelle opened her eyes and seen absolutely nothing. At first as she was slowly coming to, she blinked several times, expecting the darkness to fade, or for at least some little form of light to gradually allow her eyes to adjust, but neither happened.

Evabelle brought her hand in front of her face and she squinted hard, but there was just... nothing. Blinking hard, Evabelle started to push herself up, when finally she remembered what had happened just before this.

Adrenaline and fear lit her veins again. She quickly rolled up and tried to leap to her feet, but was quickly stopped as her head collided with the extremely low rocky ceiling. She let out a loud cry and crumpled, hands clutching her head.

"Are you okay?" A high disembodied voice warbled out from the darkness, making Evabelle freeze. She looked up again, but that didn't help, obviously. Never had she before thought of darkness as having weight, but now she might have to change her view on that. It was so thick, and even just cautiously reaching out her hand, it almost felt more difficult to move through it.

Evabelle's lungs were having a very difficult time taking in the proper amount of air. At first she figured it was from her minor claustrophobia, but now another thought was slipping into her mind. Had the elves blinded her? What if she was in a lit room right now, but she was now as blind as the elf princess? It was a strange thought, but she had never experienced anything quite like this before.

"H-Hello?" Evabelle finally whispered back to the voice.

"Hi,"

Evabelle's stomach tightened. It sounded like a young boy, just a child.

"Um," She wasn't sure how to phrase this. "Can you see me?"

Silence for a moment, then she heard a bit of shuffling across the gravelly ground. He didn't sound very far away. "Well, not right now."

Evabelle tilted her head. She opened her mouth to ask what that meant, when the kid started to explain.

"We're in some magical rocky pocket in the ceiling right above some big fire. The holes in the ceiling where the smoke was getting through aren't where we are. I think their more around it. Only those pointy eared things can open it up. I've been in here for what feels like hours but probably not that long, when they opened it again and threw you in here." It was subtle, but Evabelle could hear a tremor it the boy's voice.

Evabelle was about to try and say something comforting, when something in the kid's explanation clicked to her. "Pointy eared things..." She murmured. "You don't know the elves then?"

"No, but I guess if you go off the fairytales that makes sense."

Evabelle knew the next question was going to be an odd one, but considering the world she had come to know, it had become less so. "Could I ask, what are you?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry, it's just if you're not an elf, I'm just curious to know what--"

"I'm a human being!" The boy sounded mildly insulted.

"Sorry," Evabelle said again. "It's just that that elves aren't the only things out there."

The boy gave a huff. "Well, yeah," He muttered. "But wait, what are you then?"

Evabelle opened her mouth to reply, but wasn't quite sure how to answer him. She had accepted she was an Anahalian, yes, but magic had technically sealed that part of it away, although now it was slowly starting to come back. She could do magic, but she didn't have the wings still. Now how was she to explain all that to this guy? "I'm not an elf," she started, and then instead of saying what she was, she said, "My name is Evabelle. What's yours?"

She heard the boy swallow. "My name's Jamie."

"So Jamie, do you know why you were put in here?" Evabelle asked gently.

Another bit of shuffling before he replied. "I-I don't...I'm not entirely...s-sure...w-well..."

Evabelle could hear the boy's breathing starting to quicken and wheeze as he started to hyperventilate.

"Hey, Jamie." Evabelle cooed. "It's going to be okay. Alright, I've got some amazing friends who are out there." She got to her hands and knees and started to blindly crawl forward toward the kid, who'd been trapped in this hole of darkness for quite some time, with no idea what was going on.

"S-sorry, I'm fine." He mumbled. "It's just I actually don't have any memories. I don't really know who I am."

Evabelle froze her eyes widening. "What?"

"The first thing I remember is waking up on a beach and those elf people grabbing me, taking me into the caves, making me drink this gross watery crap, which made me tell the truth about what I knew about myself, and then them shoving me up in here." Jamie whispered.

Evabelle wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "What...what do you know?"

"I mean I obviously know logical stuff. I know what kids learn in school, but I don't remember ever going. I don't remember having friends or family. All I know that's personal about me is that my name is Jamie... and that I guess I'm not entirely... normal."

"What do you mean, Jamie?" Evabelle said slowly.

"I don't know how to explain how I know...b-but I just know that I can...make things shake or vibrate..." The boy sounded like he was the one who was shaking now. "I don't remember doing it or anything like that, I just know I can."

A long silence stretched between the two of them as Evabelle processed this. A human being with powers, but no memories. Maybe he had come from Professor X's school. Evabelle shook her head. This wasn't a time to kid around.

"So, if they threw you in here, that means you're not normal either, right?" Jamie cut into her thoughts, his words tumbling out fast again. "I didn't see any wings on you when they threw you in like the other one, so are you like me?"

Evabelle's heart skipped again. "Other one? Jamie, did they throw someone else in here?" Suddenly she remembered the yell she'd heard before she'd gone under, and how the elves had mentioned the others out there they had been waiting for, which she now knew had to mean Opal and...Uri.

"Yeah," Jamie's voice was soft and had started shaking again. "He was a tall, thin guy with big red and orange wings, b-but I-I...he was c-cov--"

A faint groan, sounded between Evabelle and wherever Jamie's voice what coming from, making her jump and nearly ram her head into the ceiling again. "Wha' the'?" A voice mumbled. Shuffling across the rocks and stones could be heard and a slight hiss as Faux gritted his teeth.

"Faux!" Evabelle cried out in relief.

"Princess?" He coughed. "Where are we?"

"In the ceiling of the cavern." Evabelle replied, amazed that that could even be. "Don't try to get up, the space is really small." She quickly warned as she heard him try to move again.

"No kidding," Faux grumbled. "I can't move my wings at all."

Evabelle heard him trying to prop himself up against one of the curved walls, and heard a gasp. "Are you okay?" She asked, starting forward again. "Are you hurt?"

"Primarily, my pride is all," Faux chuckled, but it sounded strained. "I didn't know I had any of that left, but who knew?"

Evabelle's hand brushed against soft, silky material that she recognized from her own outfit. She placed her hand on Faux's slightly bent in leg, since their little pocket was so painfully small, he had to curl in. Slowly, she began to make her way up his body.

"Whoa, who knew you were so handsy, love?" Faux's voice shook a little too, but it wasn't from fear like Jamie's.

Evabelle ignored him, but then gasped as her hands slipped on something thick, warm, and slick at Faux's side. She found the Anahalian's own cold hands pressed hard against it, quivering a little.

The girl's hand closed around his wrist. "You idiot," Evabelle's voice had gone up an octave.

Faux gave a pained chuckle, making his side tense and more blood to ooze through his fingers. "I'm telling you, letting an elf of all things stab you in the side is a real pride crusher."

"Stop that." Evabelle scolded, trying to keep her own voice steady as she added her own hands on top of his, pressing harder, causing Faux to wince. "What happened?"

"Well, I was keeping a lookout for all of you and everything, like we were supposed to," Faux began. "And well, the prick elf, tried to stab me with one of their poisonous dart things, but I managed to spin around and catch him before he did. I sort of ripped the spy suit open so I could get a munera and get my staff. Anyway, I was about to take him out, when another one of those elf traitors by the fire came around and stabbed me from behind and then Sir Urine rammed me over the head with a rock." Faux sounded very out of breath, and Evabelle could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Okay, no more speaking for you." Evabelle closed her eyes, which didn't change anything she saw. She could still feel the blood flowing from the cracks in her fingers, still hear Faux's struggling breath.

Suddenly, Evabelle's eyes snapped open again. She reached back to the back of her neck, her hood had been removed. She found the bit of dried blood from where Opal had stuck her. "Those darts," she said slowly. Her skin didn't feel leathery or anything. "You don't think they were like the ones that the werewolves had to turn us into Annihilators, do you?"

Faux waited before replying. "Am I allowed to talk?"

Evabelle gave a huff making Faux chuckle and then wince. "Nah, I don't think so. I'm not a hundred percent sure you could be turned anyway, but I have a feeling it's their poppy sleepy drug or whatever. It's humane and whatnot, so that's usually what elves use on threats. And anyway, the Annihilator stuff doesn't knock people out anyway."

Evabelle breathed out a sigh of relief, almost laughing as the wicked witch's voice from the Wizard of Oz popped into her head. Poppies will put them to sleep. It was crazy some of the things that ran through one's mind when they were nearing a freak-out.

"Well, I take it Opal was the one to dart you and throw you up here?" Faux's voice broke through again.

Evabelle looked down. "Yes," She whispered. "I'm sorry, Faux."

Faux let out a shaky sigh. "It figures." He didn't sound surprised, or for that matter disappointed, which surprised Evabelle a little. "But as they say, there's always more fi--" He broke off into a fit of coughing, his whole body convulsing, violently, rocking him forward, and Evabelle frantically tried to hold him still. How long had he been bleeding out silently right there in front of her?

The Anahalian settled again, leaning back, drooping against the wall, breathing heavily.

"I-is he going to die?" Jamie whispered, reminding Evabelle that the poor child was there.

Faux, however, unaware of the boy's presence until that point, tensed. "How many people are in here?" He wheezed.

"No talking." Evabelle shushed him again. "Jamie, is there anyone else in here?"

"Uh, uh." He replied. "It's just a small space. There's only the three of us."

"Okay," Evabelle nodded. "And Jamie don't worry, I'm not going to let this idiot die." She said with far more confidence than she possessed. Taking a deep breath, Evabelle took one hand away from Faux's side and began feeling the ground beside the injured man, until she found the soft feathers that made up Faux's wings. Some of them were dampened with his blood, making Evabelle freeze for just a second. There was so much of it. It really was a miracle that Faux was awake now. She shook her head and found a clean one, plucking it from the wing.

"Wha--?" Faux slurred.

"Shh," Evabelle pried Faux's fingers away from his side, grabbing the shadow suit material, peeling it away from his skin, then she took it between two hands and ripped it open.

Faux giggled, sounding a little drunk, making Evabelle's heart thump. "There'ss no neeed to rip it offf my darlingg." His voice dragging the words out as the blood loss really started to get to him.

"Shut up!" Evabelle snapped and felt her way around the blood against his bony ribs with shaking hands until she found the source of the torn flesh, making Faux flinch and whine. Then she pressed the feather against it and began to chant. "Je lucerna mea va zoivis tu Faux Seren."

The feather lit up the color of burning red fire for a brief moment, before quickly shifting to gold. For a second, the light stunned Evabelle after the time in complete darkness. Just the small glow of the feather lit the entire space, that was revealed to be just as small and cramped as it felt. A small, rocky circular area that held three occupants. She could finally see Faux, ashen, with his eyes half closed, jaw tense. The black suit still clung to his thin body in places, where the blood had sealed it to him. The gaping wound was thrown into the harsh light, making Evabelle feel bile rising up in her throat.

Instead she looked up to finally see the boy named Jamie. He had curled himself up in the corner of the space, blinking in surprise at the light filling the small cave pocket. He appeared to be maybe eleven or twelve years old with smooth, deep cocoa skin, thick beautiful lips that had fallen open. He slowly lowered his arms that had come up as the light lit the limited area revealing his wide blinking pale brown eyes. He wore just a t-shirt, khaki shorts, and a navy beanie hat.

Jamie's focus flashed up to Evabelle now, just as the light changed back to red and absorbed into Faux's side, extinguishing the light and plunging them into darkness again.

"So you can do magic!" Jamie's voice exclaimed.

"Yeah, I've been working on it." Evabelle laughed a little shakily. She grabbed Faux's wrist and felt his pulse. It was still faster than it should be. The Anahalians breathing was still strained.

Del's injuries hadn't been good when she offered to give a second healing spell to him back in the Hall of Honor, but he had said that one would be enough. It was obvious that this injury would need more, but still Evabelle bit her lip. She didn't take the Anahalians munera to do spells, just any of their other feathers would do because technically, angelic grace resided in each one. The munera were just more concentrated. In a way she could still hurt Faux by taking another, though...but he needed it.

Evabelle reached for another feather, but Faux's hand snatched her fingers. "No," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes," Evabelle said sternly as she easily wrenched free from his grip.

Suddenly Faux lurched upward so that the side of his face brushed against hers, making her jump as his lips stirred her hair, murmuring softly into her ear. "I'm sorry."

Evabelle blinked in shock, but then relaxed as she realized what he was talking about.

"I'm a lost cause, Princess," She felt him give a sad side smile.

At first Evabelle thought he was talking about the injury, but then she realized he was talking about himself. Evabelle's eyes burned, but she brought her hand up and put it on the other side of his face, making him twitch. She shook her head and whispered into his ear. "You can't be a lost cause as long as there's someone who loves you. I'm going to save you."

Faux's arm came up and wrapped around Evabelle, pulling her against him. "I know."

Evabelle breathed out with new invigoration. "Do you think the others are out there?" She murmured.

"Um," Faux paused for a long moment. His body was starting to get heavier, as he struggled to stay up on his own. He shook his head, and Evabelle knew his focus was slipping again as well. He needed help, more help than she could give him. They needed to get out of here.

"I've got a feeeling that if our elf partners wanted you then they wouldn't have much use for me or the others. They gave them instructionss to go down different paths that could lead themm anywhere." Faux's voice was starting to stretch and slur again.

"So, they could be anywhere in this stupid maze of caves." Evabelle's stress levels were rising again.

Faux chuckled. "That rhymed!"

"N-no it didn't," Jamie's voice warbled in the darkness. "Are you sure he's going to be okay?"

Evabelle slowly pushed Faux up and carefully laid him back down, causing him to moan. "Awww, but your my snuggle buddyy."

"He's losing it!" Jamie's voice was high, and Evabelle feared he was near a panic attack.

She shook her head. "Actually, he talks like that all the time."

Sniffling could be heard from the corner of the pocket, and Evabelle's heart went out to this kid, who'd been stuck all alone in the dark and now with two strangers, having no personal memories at all. She didn't know what she would have done in his place. All she knew was that she had to protect this kid.

They needed to get out of here, and Evabelle now understood, that she was going to have do that. She wasn't sure how much air was in this thing, and Faux needed serious medical attention. Evabelle would have to take the lead. Kai had said that there would come a time when there wouldn't be anyone there to step up and it would have to be her. Evabelle had known that, she just didn't realize that time would come so quickly.

Evabelle swallowed, hearing Jamie's breathing coming out in wheezes now too. The leader had to stay calm, they had to show no fear for those who couldn't. "Jamie, I know you're scared, but I'm going to get us out."

"How?" Jamie cried.

Evabelle shut her eyes, thinking. There had been a small idea forming in the back of her head for some time now, but she'd been ignoring it for the fact that it was completely nuts. Evabelle sighed. But maybe nuts was their only option.

The girl opened her eyes and stared out into the darkness, over as where she had briefly seen Jamie. "Jamie, do you know how much control you have over your powers?"

"Uh," The boy sounded surprised. "Well, I know how to use them in my head, but I haven't really tried it, considering that it's crazy...and you know, it could cause a cave-in."

Evabelle almost gave an insane smile. "Well, that's exactly what I need you to do."

"What?!" Jamie yelled.

"Calm down, it's alright. We just need to do it in the right place." Evabelle explained. "Now, you said that we're in the ceiling above the bonfire. Well, the hatch that they opened to throw us in here can't have been, so where is it?"

"Um," Jamie sounded very unsure about this. "You're the closest to it. You were the last one thrown in here."

"Show me."

Jamie swallowed, but Evabelle heard the scraping on the rocks as Jamie uncurled himself, and slowly started to crawl his way over to her. Evabelle reached over Faux, waiting until her fingers brushed against, Jamie's cheek, making him jump. Then the boy reach out his hand and took hers, allowing her to guide him around Faux, so as not to jostle him too much. Once on the other side, he lead Evabelle to the opposite side of the little area.

"It's right here." The kid murmured, turning in a circle, giving Evabelle a feel for how big this door was.

Evabelle's fingers ran along the rough stone floor, searching for any crevices that might indicate the stone portal, but as she suspected, it was smooth. She took a deep breath. "Okay, this is where we're going to do it."

Jamie gave a fearful laugh. "You're not serious. You can't be. Even if we don't miraculously land in the fire or if my powers don't bring down the entire cave on top of us, it's still like a twenty foot drop. And then if we miraculously manage to survive that, there's an army of magic people that could kill us with their bow and arrows and whatever else they have."

Those exact same thoughts had run through Evabelle's mind, but part of being the leader was being confident in your ideas even if there was very little chance of them working out. It went against so many things that Evabelle had known, but she just had to keep pushing forward.

"Don't worry, Jamie. I'm a warrior," That was stretching it. "And I'm going to protect you, but I need you to do something for me." Evabelle slowly spun her body around and returned to Faux, checking his breathing and heart-rate again, insuring he was still awake as well. Then she pulled another one of his feathers. Her hands had started to shake. This part of the plan was the part she feared she could not pull off. She'd never been able to do it before, but she was desperate.

Crawling back to Jamie, she gently tugged him out of the way. "Sorry, you may want to move back a little bit." He moved behind her.

The Duren-dal or soul weapon was perfectly designed and chosen for each Anahalian, brought forth by strength of will. There were the weapons that Lucis and Del and had formed for Evabelle and Aza before they had entered the Ciennal Caverns, just a common dagger, but then there was the weapon that fit for the personal Anahalian. Lucis's was a sword, Del's were dual knives, Faux's was a long staff. Evabelle had tried and failed to even form the common basic blade, but now she had to form a precise object.

Closing her eyes tight and clutching the feather in both hands, Evabelle thought hard.

Lucis had said that soul weapons sometimes would form, knowing what would fit to the Anahalian best, but then there were others who had to know it themselves first. Up until this point, she had just desired for it to turn into whatever the feather thought would suit her, but now she needed something specific.

I need to protect my friends. I need to block out the fire and defend them for harm. Please, please, please give me a shield!

She felt nothing. The feather remained soft and unmetalic. Evabelle took another deep breath. She thought she might know why she had been unable to form her Duren-dal in the past. Evabelle didn't like fighting. She hated training with or without weapons, so the thought of forming one was just not what she really wanted.

Evabelle gritted her teeth. Now it was different. I need a shield and you are going to give me one! You hear me stupid feather! I am commanding you to become a shield! If Jamie also had the power to read minds then he would be laughing his head off. You are my Duren-dal! You are my shield!

The feather grew hot in her hands. Evabelle opened her eyes and stared as the feather flashed red, then gold, and began to grow larger and larger, rounder and flatter. A shimmering golden metal glinted briefly, before the light dimmed out again.

Evabelle blinked away the spots and tried to move her weapon down, but realized it was wedged between the ceiling and the floor.

"What did you do?" Jamie asked.

Evabelle grunted, shoving the warm metal, scraping the ceiling until it relinquished and slammed down, dislodging some small rocks above and making them rain down on her head. "How do you feel about sledding?" She gasped, feeling lightheaded, and bizarrely giddy. She had formed her Duren-dal and couldn't wait to show Lucis!

Jamie didn't know how to respond to that, so he remained silent.

Evabelle turned. "Can you help me get Faux onto that?"

Jamie did as she asked. The two of them slowly and carefully guided Faux over to the "sled" and slid him on. Evabelle got on first, then Faux behind her, and lastly, Jamie.

Faux's head fell forward onto Evabelle's shoulder. "Shee's soooo amazing." He mumbled, barely conscious. "Not because she'ss beautiful or powaful."

"Stay with me, Faux." Evabelle whispered as her heart pounded at her own madness.

Faux gave a weak chuckle. "She's painfully honesst. She'll telll you offf, tear you to piecess with words," Evabelle felt the apple of his cheeks as he smiled. "Fearless woman with a soft heart. That'ss what makes her soo amazing. She acts all tough, but her heart is'so kind, and you know she'd never really hurchyou."

Evabelle found the rim of her Duren-dal and gripped it so tightly that, even though she could not see them, she knew her knuckles had turned white.

"But you know I can't love her. I'm weak and I can't. I promised I wouldn't. Love hurtss. And I don't want'to hurt an-anymorre..."

Evabelle nudged her friend, making him groan. "Come on," she hissed.

Clearing her throat, Evabelle called back to Jamie. "Now Jamie, I just need you to shake the ground around us just a little, slowly increasing until we break through. If the rocks start falling from above us, then we'll stop and wait." She heard the boy take in a shaky breath. "Just know that I believe in you, Jamie. I know that you can do this." Words that had been told to her a hundred times now coming from her own mouth. She shook her head with a small smile, but then focused again. "After we get through the rocks, your job is to watch my friend. I need you to hold onto him, and when we reach the ground, I need you to get Faux out of here. Just find somewhere safe in the cave. I'll hold off the elves and then come and find you." That last part was very iffy. The thought of holding off a small army of magical, traitorous elves with nothing but a shield was extremely ambitious, especially for her. But the Anahalian's job was to protect, and it was about time she started doing her job.

Faux's warm breath had been tickling Evabelle's ear, but there was a brief moment where it stopped, making Evabelle tense. Then he whispered. "Wait a sec--"

Jamie's small voice sounded out. "O-okay,"

"Thank you," Evabelle paused for a moment, but then spoke before she lost her nerve. "Okay take it nice and slow, Jamie," She gave her consent.

Slowly, the pebbles along the back of the Durn-dal scraped across each other as Jamie ran his hands along the earth. At first Evabelle didn't sense it, but then slowly the shield began to tremble. Bits of dust and rubble rained down on them, but Evabelle didn't tell him to stop just yet. She heard a loud pop, and they started to tilt backward, not the direction she wanted. Evabelle leaned forward trying to balance it out. "Hold on, Faux." She muttered as the cracks that Jamie was making in their rocky prison spread around them. The shaking, and rumbling sound got louder making Evabelle shudder. Light was starting to emanate from the spider-web-like crevices, the smell of smoke blew upward, and yelling could now be heard from below.

Then there was one final pop, and the rocks tumbled out from beneath them. Evabelle's stomach bounded into her throat as the three of them began to fall, raining rocks around them. Heat blasted them, making it even harder to breathe, and the blazing light made her shut her eyes tight as they leapt from the pan and fell into the fire.

~(A/N: Chapter 11 is finally up! Sorry it took forever! But PLEASE let me know you're thoughts!! This one has a bit of action in it, and I've never felt that those kind's of scenes are my strong suit, so please let me know where I struggled most! If there's any places that feel rushed or drag on too much, PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN FIX THEM AND MAKE THEM BETTER!!!!!! Especially since the next chapter it going to have some too, obviously. I want to make this story amazing, and you guys could really help me get it to where I want it to be, so don't be afraid to tell me where I'm weak or struggling! :D

So, what did you think of Uri and Opal before and after the turn? Was it just too soon to really know them anyway?

What did you think of Baldwyn? I'd love to hear your thoughts on him. What do you think his relationship is with Kai?  I can tell you that you'll definitely be seeing him again :)

Jamie stuck alone in the little pocket of darkness, the poor baby :'( I know you don't know much about him yet, but thoughts so far??

And FAUX!!!! Do you think he's going to make it????  (Death is coming for...someone---I'm not saying who >:) Oh and what did you think of Uri calling him a half breed?

Actually what do you guys think is going to happen for all three of them at this point?

And Evabelle finally got her DUREN-DAL!!! What did you think? Were you expecting it??

*CHALLENGE TIME: I know we've already done the 'what would your soul weapon be? So, the challenge this time is the....Cinnamon Roll Challenge! So I'm not sure if you've seen this, but I basically want you to name a character that:

1. Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

2. Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

3. Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

4. Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you

Alright, now, I have two more quick things to mention here.  One: If you haven't already noticed, the author name on my books has been changed to G.M. Jewett. And second, I rewrote just a little of the beginning of chapter 4 on here, so that I could explain something I forgot to before. I don't know if you were wondering about poor CJ and Tru, but there's an explanation in there. So if you could possibly go back and let me know if you think it works, that would be AMAZING!!!

I love you all!!)~