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see. He smiled broadly now, nodding his
head. "What's your name?" I asked.
    He stuck his hand out to
me, and I took it. "I'm Datura Lovelace. What's your
name?"
    "Calycanthus Esquivel." He
tried the name on his mouth, frowning a bit before he grinned down
at me.
    "That's a mouthful. Is it
okay if I call you Cali?"
    I smiled excitedly up at
him. "Okay! Nobody has given me a nickname before!" He laughed at
my giddiness, ruffling my hair. I thought about his name. "I don't
think I can shorten Datura." I told him apologetically.
    "Then just call me
Datura."
    ~~~~~~~~
    Falling off the bike, I
winced in pain as my forearm had taken the impact. Datura quickly
crouched down beside me, looking over the wound.
    "Why didn't you peddle?"
He asked, wiping off the small stones that had pressed into my
skin. "You are also supposed to keep your eyes open, you know." He
informed. Feeling my bottom lip tremble, I turned my eyes away from
him and wiped the tears off my cheeks. My pride was severely
damaged.
    "Hey, are you hurt that
bad?" He asked in concern. I shook my head, still not looking at
him. He gripped my chin though, turning my head so our eyes could
lock. "Tell me, Cali."
    "I don't know how to ride
a bike." I mumbled out miserably, my vision blurry because of the
big, round, watery tears.
    "Is that all?" He said,
smiling widely as he wiped the tears away with his thumb. "I'll
teach you." Staring in amazement because he hadn't made fun of me,
I let him help me back up onto my feet and wipe the dirt off my
clothes while I just stood there frozen.
    Realizing what was going
on in my head he flicked the tip of my nose. "You're my best friend
Cali; I'm not going to dislike you because you don't know how to
ride." He picked up the bike, gesturing for me to come closer,
"Come on, just sit on it and I'll hold to keep you stable. We'll do
a couple of rounds where I make sure you can't fall over and once
you got the hang of it, I'll let go."
    "Let go?!" I
shrieked.
    "It's okay. I know you can
do this." He assured.
    ~~~~~~~~
    "Cali, run!" Datura pushed
me out of the front door and before I could turn around and tell
him I would help him fight off the blue haired man, he'd already
closed and locked it. "Run!" He repeated from inside.
    ~~~~~~~~
    "Take him, Ilex. He isn't
safe with me anymore. Sage will find me sooner rather than later,
and I won't allow her to get her hands on him."
    "How am I supposed to keep
him safe?"
    "Make sure he doesn't find
out about me or his mother until the time is right."
    "Can he at least know his
name?"
    "Calycanthus. It's
Calycanthus Esquivel. Now take him and go."
    ~~~~~~~~
    I screamed in fear as I
saw Datura thrown through the boarding house's window, the broken
pieces of glass tearing apart his back. Before I could rush to him
and see if he was still alive, bright lights blinded me and as I
lifted my hand to block it, I realized too late they came from a
car.
    ~~~~~~~~
    "Calycanthus!" Vervaine
slapped me across the face, pulling me harshly back to the present.
"Did it work?" She asked, my eyes focusing on her face, the blur
fading and color returning. I blinked a few times, shaking my head
to make sure I was really back. "Did you see?"
    "I sure did." I answered
shakily, glad to see her gloves were back on when she offered me a
hand to help me back up on my feet.
    "Do you remember? Is the
barrier gone?"
    I gulped. "It
is."
    "How do you feel?" She eyed
me curiously.
    Feeling acid trying to
travel its way up my throat, I grimaced and sat back down onto the
grass. "Like I was hit by the memory truck. Give me a
minute."
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Chapter 4
Narrator
    Five hundred years ago the
Regius entered the land of the natives. Four hundred and eighty
years ago their blood was turned blue. Four hundred and seventy
eight years ago the Altor who would create the rebellion was born.
Four hundred and sixty years ago, the war began. That war lasted up
until this very day. But two hundred and ninety five years ago,