Above picture is of Darrin. This is pretty close to how I pictured him when I wrote this character.   Apparently this guy's a youtuber, but I've never heard of him and he just happened to look like this character. Anyway, to the chapter!

"Excuse me?" said Kallan, baffled at the boy's question.

"I guess not then, eh?" He said with a grin.

"Why are you asking?"

"Oh, you look familiar. I'm not sure how though. Maybe some famous person?" He paused and contemplated this thought. "Hmm, can't think of it now. I had it in my head just a moment ago..."

"Well, I should get going," Kallan said awkwardly. She had no experience in talking to humans, and though she had been assured they wouldn't she anything out of the ordinary about her, she wasn't so confident in that statement.

"Hey, before you go, you might as well know who I am," said the boy. He held out his right hand. "I'm Darrin."

Kallan reached out tentatively and shook the boy's hand. "Nice to meet you," she said crisply.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Darrin asked.

"Uh... Kallan."

"Kallan?"

"Yep," she confirmed, tucking her hands into her pockets and anxiously rocking back and forth on her heels. "So, um, maybe I should be going now..."

Darrin payed no attention, pulling a phone out of his pocket. "What social media do you have?" he asked.

"Huh?" she questioned, confused.

"You know," Darrin said, waving his phone slightly. Ah, I remember, Kallan thought. We did a lesson on technology during our Human Communications unit a while ago, I think. She smiled inwardly, remembering how Taya had been working on and elaborate plan to get internet on the Islands, which unfortunately had not succeeded.

"I don't have a phone," she told Darrin.

"You don't? Do you have any other ways I could contact you then?"

"Why do you want to contact me?"

Darrin was suddenly staring at his sneakers. "Oh, um, if I remembered who it was that I thought you looked like. Or, uh, maybe we could be friends? I mean, um, you seem like a cool person."

"Thanks, I guess," Kallan said with a small smile. "But no, I don't have anything."

"Overprotective parents?" he joked.

"Sister," Kallan responded. It felt strange to call Raidah, the Duxian, her sister, but it was the most believable thing. They actually did look very similar. Anyways, what was she supposed to say?

'Oh, I'm just here investigating the human world looking for my so-called 'Primum-twin', and that woman over there who looks about twenty one years old is actually thirty-five and the ruler of an entire species, one of the most powerful beings on Earth. We've been planning to kill you for centuries now, but don't mind us at the moment!'

Yeah, that conversation would just go beautifully.

"Oh, well, here's my e-mail address anyways," he said, holding out a slip of paper with an e-mail scrawled on it in slanting, loopy, lettering. "Maybe you can use your sister's e-mail, or she'll let you get your own eventually. By, the way how old are you?"

"Fifteen," said Kallan. She took the piece of paper, folded it and put it in her purse.

"Hey, same!" he cheered. "What school do you go to?"

"School?" flustered, Kallan caught herself with one of the responses she had practiced with Raidah. "Oh, I'm homeschooled."

"Lucky!" he exclaimed. "Must be a lot better than public school."

Trying to be as casual as possible, Kallan shrugged. "Wouldn't know. I've never been to a regular school."

Just then, Raidah walked down the hall, much to Kallan's relief. "Oh, there you are! I was a little worried."

"Yeah, um," she gave a slight nod toward Darrin, hoping to convey that she wanted to get out of this awkward situation. Raidah seemed to catch on.

"Your food's ready, Kallan," she said. "You should go eat before it cools down."

"Right." She turned back to talk to Darrin. "Um, so-"

"That's your sister?" he interrupted. Wow, that boy just wouldn't get it. "Huh, you don't look very similar."

"Oh, we're not biologically related," Raidah said.

"You're...not?" He asked, getting more confused.

"No, she's my...half-sister," Kallan improvised.

"Oh," Darrin said, but the look on his face showed that he didn't really believe it. "She's your half-sister and you live just with her?"

"Our parents are abroad," said Raidah primly. "Now, Kallan, we really should get back to our table now."

"Right, well, bye," Darrin stuttered. "See you around, maybe?"

"Yeah...maybe."

As they made their way back to the table, Raidah began peppering Kallan with questions. "Who was that boy?" she asked. "What did he ask? You didn't...tell him anything, did you? What were you talking about?"

"Slow down, slow down," Kallan replied as she pulled out her chair and sat down. "That boy's name is Darrin. He stopped and started talking to me because apparently I look like someone he knows."

At this Raidah was suddenly on the edge of her seat- literally. "Someone he knows? Did he say who?"

"No, he couldn't remember exactly who it was," Kallan said as she began cutting her steak. "I did get his e-mail address."

"That's perfect!" Raidah shouted excitedly, drawing several odd looks from patrons around the room, and one waiter. The waiter walked over to their table and asked what was going on.

"Um, the steak," Raidah improvised. "The steak is perfect." She speared a piece and gave the waitress a huge smile after eating it. "Delicious."

"Ah, I see," said the waiter. "Well, I'll tell that to the cook. And, would you mind being so kind as to speak a little softer next time you taste on of our delicious meals?" He said this as if he was trying as hard as he could to be polite and happy but was really just tired and stressed, and this was just making it worse.

"Oh course," Raidah answered with another smile. When the waiter left, Kallan began talking again.

"One, I don't see how that's so perfect," she told Raidah. "And two, this steak is really good."

"I'm glad," said Raidah. "But how do you not see how amazing this coincidence is? Kallan, that person he thought you looked like is probably your twin! It'll make finding them so much easier."

"Yeah, except," Kallan reminded her, "he doesn't remember who it was, so, it's like nothing ever happened."

"Yeah, well, what if he does remember? He has to remember eventually," Raidah argued. "It will help us pinpoint exactly where she is, I've been unable to locate-"

"Wait. You just said, I mean, unable to locate. As in, you already know who she is?" Kallan asked, enraged. She slammed her fork down on the table as she said this, earning even more strange glances from nearby people.

"Well...it's just a little suspicion. I did have a target in mind, yes," Raidah admitted guiltily.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Kallan hissed. She was trying to keep her voice down, which was difficult due to the amount of frustration boiling inside of her.

"I didn't want to get your hopes up to soon," Raidah said with a shrug. "I was planning on keeping it secret for a while, but I guess that plan's failed."

"So, you're not actually sure, you just jumped to Vancouver out of a small suspicion?" Kallan asked.

Raidah ate a forkful of food and chewed slowly, stalling for time. "Yes," she said finally. "I've only had one small clue. But really, if you analyze it enough the evidence you discover is overwhelming."

"Like what?" Kallan aggressively speared some vegetables, angry that she had not been notified of this before.

"Well, the suspect was born and raised here in Vancouver, British Columbia. In general, Primum-twins are born in the same relative area as where their corresponding Primum was discovered," Raidah explained.

"I was found in Vancouver?"

"No," was Raidah's blunt response.

"Then where are you going with this?" Kallan said, frustrated.

"You were found on Vancouver Island. I figure that's close enough to count as evidence."

"Okay, whatever. Is that all?" Kallan asked snarkily.

"No, that's not all, Kallan," Raidah said, her voice edged with a threatening tone.

Nervous now, Kallan apologized and inquired what the other things were.

"Well," said Raidah much more calmly, "A few months ago, I received a letter by mail from one of my correspondents."

"I'm still confused how you get mail-"

Raidah cut her off before she could finish asking her question. "If you really must know, letters are delivered to certain Primum who have the duty of traveling back and forth between human land and the Islands, and they take those letters and bring them to me. Satisfied? Good. Now, as I was saying I received a letter from one of my correspondents containing a newspaper clipping and a note saying I might find it interesting." She paused to take a bite and then continued.

"Now, at first I was confused. But then I noticed what that scout had noticed."

"What was the article about?" Kallan interrupted.

"Oh! Yes, that. It was an article about the Vancouver Girl's U15 Division 1 hockey team, and how they had just won the Championship for their second year in a row."

"Okay... I don't see the big revelation in this," Kallan said, confused.

"That's because you interrupted me before I could get to that part!" Raidah exclaimed.

"Oops. Sorry."

"As I was saying," Raidah continued. "The important thing in this news article was the feature of the team captain, Keturah Williams." She paused.

"Why'd you stop?" Kallan whined.

"I'm pausing for dramatic effect," said Raidah. "Also, this is delicious and I want to eat."

A couple minutes later, Kallan spoke up again. "Would you please continue now?"

"Alright," Raidah agreed, setting down her fork. She reached for her purse and pulled out a folded piece of newspaper, carefully smoothing out the creases. "This is Keturah Williams." She pointed a beaming girl in hockey uniform in the center of the team photo, holding a huge trophy. The girl had curly hair similar to Kallan's, although hers was longer and appeared heathier, probably what Kallan's own hair would have looked like if it wasn't so color damaged and if she grew it out. She hated growing out her as it got in the way during training. However, there was no denying that the two had nearly identical faces.

"That's her then," Kallan whispered softly. "That's it." She looked back up from the picture and said to Raidah, "It seems too easy."

"It would be too easy," Raidah said.

"Would be?"

"Yes, well, life was never easy on us," she replied. "You see, Keturah Williams appears to have gone missing."

A/N:  Another long (for me at least XD) chapter! What do you think? Feel free to point out any spelling or grammar errors you might see. Constructive critique welcome as well :)  

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