-Rob's POV-
I took Preston's cloak off his face, and watched him gape, watching the quick movement of his mother as she flitted around the yard. She caught sight of him, and stopped dead. She'd been holding a small book, but I watched it hit the ground instantly. Preston caught my eye, and looked slightly angry with me. Then immense love filled his eyes, and he bolted to his mom.
Preston spun around, slightly angry I hadn't followed him. He came back, grabbed my hand, pulling me to his mother. I froze in front of her. She was very intimidating.
In another language, probably his birth language, they  talked. Most likely about me and who I am because he kept flourishing his hand to me, and she kept nodding to me. I was lost. I had no clue what they were saying, and I had no clue if she spoke English. Preston cleared it up for me.
"She doesn't really know English well, but she's got the basics. Give her a moment." In a few moments, she stumbled over very simple sentences. "Nice... To meet- you." "It's very nice to finally meet you, too." Preston told her the words to respond, and she picked it up quicker. After maybe, five minutes, she was speaking fluidly in both her own language and English. "Preston, I thought I'd never see you again. I also thought you had perished years ago. You were so young." "Rob found me in the woods a few days later. I'm okay, Mom." "But who exactly is Rob?" "The Flower King and my best friend."
Her eyes widened. "Flower King? He's still alive?" "I think you're thinking of my Dad. He died 7 years ago. My mom died like, 3 or 4 years ago." "You are the last then?" "Uh... Yeah. I kind of am. " "Fascinating."
She walked away, overwhelmed by everything around her. Preston smacked my arm, hard. "Ow! What was that for?!" "You didn't tell me my mother was still alive! And you blindfolded my with my own clothing! What the heck, Rob!" "It was your birthday present surprise. Jeez P. Do you not like surprises?" "I do, but not ones that include my FAMILY!" He hissed.
"Preston, are you happy?" "I am, Rob. I really am. And not just because my mother is here." He leaned on my shoulder. "Rob, what's happening?" It confused me, his tone of voice. "What do you mean?"
"I mean- Jerome is running to the woods not 30 feet in front of us, and he has the cub in his arms. I wonder what happened." He and I watched as Mitch kept up with Jerome as he leaped off trees deeper into the woods. No one followed them, so I assumed it only affected them. I let them deal with whatever it was on their own. But after night fell, I got nervous. They hadn't returned.
It was pitch black, and the only light was emitted from Mat's mech eyes and Preston and his mother's naturally glowing lava skin. The house lights were off so everyone could sleep, and no one could see Mitch and/or Jerome and the cub. They had merely vanished into the woods. Preston got jumpy, and so did Pete, but I quickly sent Pete inside. He was ready to bolt into the woods, and I really just couldn't allow that.
Naturally, while I led Pete inside, Preston leaped into the trees and quickly disappeared from view, encased in the darkness. This was brought to my attention when Preston's mother started to cry out. I spun, expecting to see Mitch, Jerome, or the cub, but was greeted by the sight of Preston disappearing. I closed the door and bolted after Preston. His mother followed suit.
I quickly caught up to him, and he was on the ground, sort of... Weeping. I knelt next to him, and asked what was wrong. Before I got an answer though, I heard a shriek of grief, and walked in that direction. Jerome, the one who had run out here in the first place, lay curled on his side in the grass. And he wasn't moving at all.
Mitch sat next to him, with the cub wrapped securely in his coat. Mitch's figure radiated grief, and the cub looked upset. I told Preston's mother to keep Preston from running again, and I streamed for the house.

-Sky's POV-
I'd been asleep, but the sound of Rob's desperate cries woke me up instantly. I ran outside to greet Rob, who- in turn- waved me over, and pivoted, running back into the woods he had emerged from just seconds before. I ran after him, and then teleported ahead the second I heard Mitch's crying. I found Mitch, Jerome, and the cub in Mitch's coat. But Mitch and the cub were okay...
Jerome wasn't.
He lay on his side, his black suit now a darker black. Blood had soaked his suit, and I found where it was coming from. A puncture wound made itself known on his back, the tip of an arrow broken off in the wound. A hunter... in these woods? He just killed a bacca, and left it. Mitch clearly would've hidden due to Jerome making him.
But still. Why would they not take the trophy? It had no way to affect him, so I just fixed the wound so it wouldn't bleed, and revived Jerome. He sat bolt upright, and instantly seemed to regret it, because he lurched over and hyperventilated from overwhelming pain. He passed out, but at least he wasn't dead like he was a second ago.
I carried him back while Mitch gingerly held the cub. I let Jerome rest outside in the crisp, clean air. It seemed to help. Mitch came inside with the cub, and he set the cub on the living room floor. Ty and Anthony were up and at it, so they were confused. Mitch fell asleep, so I took up the cub and put her to bed.
I explained what happened to the twins, and they got it quickly. I headed back to bed while I still could.

-Ty's POV-
A hunter? Why the hell would a hunter be in the fantasy forest? In curiosity, I headed out with Anthony to try and find this elusive hunter ourselves, since Sky had gone to bed. Anthony took to the air, and scanned the trees while I stayed grounded, still lacking an entire wing. It was healing slowly, but quite effectively.
It didn't take long for Anthony to chew them out. There was a small group of them, 4 to be precise. But I groaned when I recognized the voices. It was the ones from a couple years ago. "What are their names again?" "Uh... Christie? That's all I got." "Well that helps, Anthony."
"I totally nailed it! It went down with one arrow! Hopefully no one found it... We should've brought it with us just in case! It was wearing clothing." "The bacca is dead. Let it be dead somewhere else." My blood boiled at this comment for two reasons. This was the delusional one talking, and two, they were denouncing Jerome's 'death' as a success! It was dumb.
Anthony planted a hand on my shoulder, firmly holding me in place so I couldn't burst out and rip his head from his shoulders. So I sat, listening now while they spoke, trying not to break my brother's arm by rushing the delusional one. After a few minutes of hunting talk, it died down as the hunters pulled their sleeping bags out and got situated for rest. I ground my teeth and clenched my fists, but stayed still. Anthony was tense beside me for several laboured heart beats.
He stood first, and walked a straight line to the one that was still awake. "Hey, I recognize you two." He said, not at all quiet. It woke everyone. "Yes, and we recognize you." I closed my eyes momentarily, and took a deep breath to hold down my rage from their calm.
The first one, who I knew as Christie, looked surprised and startled to see us. "What brings you here?" "We live here. What are you doing in these woods?" "Hunting." "For sport?" "For food." "What about Jerome?" They all froze. "Who?" "Jerome. The bacca you killed."
Christie immediately looked down in shame. "What. Did. You. Do." "He was growling at me. I panicked." "He growled because you invaded his home. Every fantasy in this forest probably wants to kill you for just being here." "That explains a lot, but may I ask, what happened to your wing?" "You may not ask. It's nothing you need to know about." He looked down. "Okay."
"Now. Why are you here." "I just wanted to explore. Jonah wanted to hunt, and so did Lindsay." "What about your delusional friend?" "Mark? He wanted to do nothing but burn the forest down." "Thank Notch he didn't. "
"Say, how old are you?" "Why?" "You just look young to me." "We're twins, and we're both 23." "Really? I'm only 4 years older." "That's lovely. Now, do you mind leaving in the morning? You know, unless you die to an angry fantasy?" "Not a problem. We'll leave you be."
I dashed through trees, and Anthony took off above me. Jason and Ian stood at the doorway to the house, visibly arguing about something. "You are NOT leaving, Jason. Do you know the threat you pose?!" "Yes. I'm aware of the threat. But I have to. This just isn't the place for me. You can stay if you want, but I'm leaving right now." "Fine. You aren't going alone. I don't trust you enough." "Ian." "What?" "Take them off."
"No!" "Take them off now." "You know how dangerous he is! No!!" "Ian! Just do it for me." "Ugh! Fine. Don't test him though." "I won't. I promise." And as I watched from the bushes, Ian took off his glasses. His cobalt eyes turned a sickly shade of cyan, and his tense body relaxed immensely. He put his glasses away.
"That was a bad idea you know." " I do. But he needed to settle down." "I'm not the way to do that. If anything, I am worse than he is. He tried to warn you of me." "And I'm not concerned. You are still more relaxed than he is." "Oh, but I'm not. I'm hyperactive. Compulsive. I dorm think about my actions."
"Well then, think before you act next time." "It doesn't work like that Provst." Jason flinched. "How do you know my last name?" "Doesn't everyone? Have you not told anyone?" "Never. Not even Ian. How do you know it?" "Hm. That's strange. What's so wrong about your last name?" "You aren't answering my question. How do you know?" "Simple. I can pick through thoughts to gain information. I know that Tyler has severe trust issues with you. I also know that he's behind that set of bushes, listening to us now."
He pointed to me, and I froze. Damn it. "Ty?" "Care to join us?" "No. I'm good. I'm fine here." "You sure, pretty boy?"
I gritted my teeth. "I am not Pretty Boy. And yes I'm sure. Leave me alone." "Yet you eavesdrop. Isn't that hypocritical?" "No. I'm not eavesdropping. Just curious. And it's not hypocritical. I haven't had a situation like this." "Well well. I just found the Ender King. How beautifully ironic." "What?" Jason and I asked in unison.
"I'm not the King." "Oh, pretty boy doesn't know his own strength. So sad. Oh! Neither of you know. How wonderful!" "You aren't making sense. Explain yourself." "The second that dragon died a few years ago, you became King. It's shared to your twin, but it's still the same. The pain you felt? That was the shockwave of the death reverberating the power from the dragon to you." "But the dragon wasn't dead that the time." "Oh, but he was close."

-A/N-
Okay. I think some voodoo is going down here. Once again, I kid you not, minus this note, the chapter is EXACTLY 2000 words. Yet again. Dafuq is going on?! Love you guys!
                       ~Percabeth1Jackson