✧The Earthe of the Elves✧

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"I don't know... Sorry, though. Kinda blew that fun game," I laugh a little, but it doesn't sound genuine. I'm still putting the events of my vision together, but it's like putting together a puzzle when you only have half of the pieces.

"Don't be sorry, at all," Flint says, and Hal nods along with him.

"I think I just need to get my head back together," I say, letting out another deep breath. Hopefully the weird way I went into the vision, and the uneasy feeling I'm currently feeling, doesn't mean the visions are getting worse.

I place my hands on either side of me and push myself to my feet. A shocking, numb feeling flares and my legs almost collapse under me, except Knox is right there to grab me, arms wrapped around my side to keep me standing.

"What the hell," I mutter as my heart rate soars, my adrenaline rush from almost falling slowly fading and being replaced with the feeling of Knox's warm, strong arms against my bare skin. Stop it, Mia, he's just helping. Flint or Hal would have done the same thing.

And the vision, of course. I still have a weird, half-here, half-somewhere else feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I wonder what these... visions are doing to you," El wonders aloud, following me and Knox as we make our way to the beach chairs by the edge of the pool room. My legs still feel weak, but now able to support some of my weight.

"I don't know. Draining my energy, maybe?" I suggest. Knox helps me sit on one of chairs and hands me a towel.

"Thanks," I murmur, wrapping the soft material around my shoulders.

"So you're sure you don't know what green could mean?" Knox asks, sitting on the chair next to me and turning to face me, his elbows resting on his knees.

"I don't-" I stop as a thought works it's way through my head. It makes no sense, but it's the closest connection I can think of. "I mean, this might not be it, but... My dad's favorite color was green."

Hal and Flint sit beside Knox, and we all stare at the rock floor beneath us in thought for a few seconds.

"I mean, it's the best guess we have for now." Elanil looks around for a reaction, and I nod, agreeing.

"But what could that mean?" Flint wonders. "How does your dad's favorite color lead you to the Heartstone? If that's what the visions are doing, anyway."

"I think that is what they're doing, and... Maybe where the Heartstone is has something to do with my dad. Makes sense, doesn't it? He made it, so it would make sense for it to be in a place he knows."

"Sure, but we could be searching forever," Knox says, "it could be in Earth or Earthe, anywhere your dad has been. And that's probably been a lot of places."

I let a tired, frustrated breath out of my nose, then look up at my friends.

"I think that's as much information as we can get for now, I guess we just have to wait until I get another vision. They seem to be getting more specific, so to speak, so... I guess we have to wait."

"Hopefully not for long," Hal says, and my shoulders sag with the weight of war coming back to push on them. I silently pray the vision that tells me where the Heartstone is comes before two months from now.

"Knox, you should tell your mom what we found out," I say, getting to my feet slowly to make sure my legs can support me.

Knox nods, pulling a light t-shirt over his head.

"I'll go do that now, and Mia, you should get some rest, you're probably tired."

I nod, heading out the door with El as Knox, Flint, and Hal, all now fully clothed, disappear in the fog of a transport stone.