Weeks passed and everything was normal. One Friday morning Violet woke up with a strange feeling. She peaked out the window and woke Aria. The sky was black with giant clouds. Even though she had never seen it, Violet, Aria and the other fighters knew that the Karatas had come.

“Come on Rose, pick up the phone!” Violet muttered under her breath.

“Hello?” yawned a sleepy on the other end. “Rose speaking.”

“Hi Rose. Have you looked outside yet?”

No, but I’ll do it right now.” Rose tripped over her little sister, Jahara’s skates, stepped and rolled down the stairs on her older brother, Izzac’s skateboard, and landed in the kitchen with her face pressed against the window. She stared gloomily out at the boiling black clouds overhead. She picked up the kitchen phone while telling her fimma, Mirana to hang up the phone.

“What was all that about? I thought Jahara had given her fimma chocolate with carrots again.” Violet remarked.

“No, I seem to be the only child in his house to put stuff away. In the past minute, I have tripped over skates, rolled down a staircase on a skateboard, and did bug hitting a window in the kitchen. Did I mention that my day got worse when I looked out side and saw that the Karatas had come?!” Rose cried.

“Meet me at the bookshop, transformed.” Violet replied.

“Bye.”