Prepare for the epicness of Wenn :)

Review please! I'm going to be updating far more often now that I'm almost done with editing the book. After all the omissions, the story'll be around 102,000 words...

*Wenn POV*

"It's not going to rain today like the weather man predicted. I know because, well, I'm me. And I just know things." I assured Garth, who was a tall, broad-shouldered yet gaunt man.

He nodded slightly, "Have an excellent trip, my sensible friend. I look forward to visiting you all one day when I have the time."

Life as an adult had been exactly what I predicted it to be when I was a kid—very busy. Humans have no right to complain about their hectic lifestyles. Just look at me! If the day comes when humans have to handle the responsibilities that I do, THEN they'll have the right to complain.

This is America after all. The perfect disguise for the team I belong to. In a country as liberal as this, there's so many cultural overlaps to give everyone a taste of home. Granted, I'm not gonna be staying in America very much longer. Farewell, great Colorado!

"Everybody get in the van." I commanded to my younger three cohorts.

Well, one of them was my distant cousin so we had grown up together and were somewhat forced to be what humans might adorn as being "friends". Still, in my own time, I had learned to call Larrow Koh Haida my most loyal pal (and at the same time my most worthy rival).

"It's about time!" Preston, the teen with the light blue hair, leapt forward. I ducked just in time to avoid collision with him.

"We've been waiting for this day, for like, forever." Niki, the youngest (and chunkiest) one, shook my hand. "It's still amazing that we're going to do it all in one day!"

"Ah, yes, you can thank Larrow for that." I noted.

"Where—"

"He's already in the car." I motioned to the passenger seat.

"Goodbye, Garth!" Preston and Niki waved.

All Garth did was nod. He was a very brooding fellow. All-business and no fun. Preston and Niki were determined to break him of that though. They hadn't succeeded as of yet.

I was driving, while Niki and Preston were chatting in the back. Although their voices were barely audible I knew exactly what they were saying. "Garth mentioned Cecelia being…"

"The cheerleading coach." Larrow and I said in unison. My best friend and I had a habit of doing that. I think every guy has one of those sidekicks that is like a younger copy of himself. Larrow's hair was as black as coal, and it wisped out in a funky way.

"I don't find it funky." Larrow stated. Notice how he didn't argue being my sidekick. That might be connected to the fact that I was one year his senior. Age was a very prominent element in our families' culture.

Where I come from, the people have golden Tossi eyes (with very teensy tiny variations too small for human eyes to see). Of course on occasion there is one born without our defining characteristics. The person is basically a human by every definition except for the fangs, which are hollow instead of normal Tossi fangs. In our culture, these Tossi are looked down on. And they're so rare that you might only catch a glimpse of one or two in your lifetime. We like to keep them hidden. You know the phrase—out of sight, out of mind.

Cecelia and Garth aren't Tossi though. Cecelia's…

Larrow chuckled lowly. The disturbing thing about him is that his abilities were nearly identical to mine. The only difference was that I was more powerful. And Larrow was well aware of that. He could hear my thoughts just as clearly as if I was speaking aloud. Likewise, I could also hear his. This was both a burden and sometimes an advantage. The relationship between to psychic Tossis of the same gender is usually a clashing one since we're too similar. All Tossi have this sort of mentality we inherited from our two ancestors, Jacob and Nicole.

If there was one thing Larrow and I had in common, it was Cecelia. Yes, he and I shared a very deep attraction towards our wistful, beautiful and wild friend. Unfortunately, Larrow and I both knew Cecelia was dating somebody. This person wasn't just a "somebody" though. He's the guy who…governed over our team. Cecelia's practically his second in command. He asked for us to take Cecelia up on the offer and get well-acquainted with all the situations going on in the Asian part of the world.

Can you believe it? For once after all these years there's a place busier than America!

In Preston and Niki's case, they were still teenagers, and were close to finishing up their final years of adolescence. They'll be attending Komoto as students. As for my best friend and I, we're legal adults. According to the Komoto principal I'm qualified to be a teacher. Didn't know it but I was.

Cecelia had already been employed at Komoto for a year as their cheerleading coach and self-defense teacher. "I can't wait to see her after so long." Larrow mentioned, taking off his purple hat. "I'm trying to imagine what she looks like." He squinted. "But alas, the distance between her and us may be too far."

I rolled my eyes. "We'll see her when we see her. You need to have—"

"Self-control. I know. You should take your own advice once and awhile, Wenn."

I nodded. "Touché." Larrow got some strange thrill out of making someone eat their own words. It irked me, but I didn't feel like arguing. At the next stoplight, Larrow and I switched who was driving since I was growing tired of it. I pulled out some floss. "Ack!" I groaned in frustration as my floss snapped.

Larrow laughed. "You're still using human floss?"

"I know that." I hissed under my breath. Human floss always broke when it tried to wrap around fangs. Tossi fangs. Tossi teeth might as well be made of titanium. I'm twenty-two, and haven't gotten a cavity yet!

"Lucky you." Larrow said. "You'll be getting Cecelia to fall in love with you." I raised my eyebrow, interested. I read his mind. Apparently, he'd had a vision of my first run-in with her at Komoto. "She's at the school now, waiting for us."

"Seriously? That's awesome!" Preston exclaimed.

"I suppose you could see it that way." Larrow stated. "But for Wenn and I, this is going to be a bit of an issue."

"Because you both wanted her." Niki jested. Preston laughed.

"Yeah." Larrow and I said together.

"Every time you look at me," Niki sang loudly and very much out-of-tune. "My heart is jumping, it's easy to see…"

"Oh no." Preston laughed.

"…Lovin you means so much more…More than anything I ever felt before!"

"You drive me crazy," Preston chimed in, killing the song even worse than Niki had, "I just can't sleep. I'm so excited, I'm in too deep! Ohh...crazy, But it feels allright! Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night!"

"Be quiet already!" Yelled Larrow and I together.

The younger two just thought this was the funniest love complex in the world. Larrow and I were not amused. The plane ride there was a very lengthy one. I brought a novel to read along the way—some ancient literature about an encounter with a Sarcon that had been kept hush-hush. Larrow, in contrast to me, found Tossi literature (or any form of writing for that matter) to be quite boring.

So while I kept quiet, Larrow played a card game with Preston and Niki. "You tricked us!" Yelled Niki.

Larrow chuckled. "Did I?"

Niki growled.

Preston put his hand over the girl's mouth. "Be quiet or you'll wake the whole plane up."

Most Tossi girls have the same personality as Niki. In case you're wondering, no, that mentality was NOT the same one Nicole—the mother of our species—had. Nicole's mentality was growing rarer by the day. Hers was a gentle, submissive, introverted, yet strong one. If I ever met a girl like that, I'd…

All too soon, we came face to face with the gates of the school. Komoto Prep. It was really pretty actually. The van enchanted to drive us here from the airport had been a gift from the principal herself as an apology for not being able to meet us in person. "Exata Desintirde." I whispered when the time was right to enter the Hidden Realm. Exata was a neutral spell that allowed me to enter the realm in which our new friends lived.

I landed the vehicle in the big empty parking lot surrounding the front end of the mighty Komoto. I stepped out, immediately followed by Larrow. Preston and Niki had fallen asleep, and were just beginning to stir. "Cecelia?" I spoke to the chilly open air. Impulsively I started looking around. I knew she was here. Close. But where?

My voice echoed back about three times. Larrow waited for the sound waves to stop going crazy. "Cecelia!" He yelled.

Still, there was no sign of her. I could hear her thoughts though. I felt her energy—intense, fulfilling, but not very strong. She was almost within reach. To run my hand through her silky brown hair one more time would be…

"Wenn, you naughty boy." A light, cheerful voice interrupted. Out stepped my target in a brown winter coat, red scarf, black skinny jeans, and nice gray pleather boots. "Lovely time for you to just drop right in." She smiled. Her hands took refuge in her pockets, away from the oddly cold weather we were having.

Immediately, sparks were flying between her and I. Figuratively speaking of course. Cecelia didn't see it yet, but soon she would. Larrow gave me one look, and I rolled my eyes back at him. Give it up, he thought.

"Never." I whispered.

As Cecelia stepped closer to us, I could see her long brown hair had still retained its impressive length all the way past her hips. She played with it much in the same way she used to. "Well," She sighed, "It's been a year."

"And you still look exactly the same." Larrow noted.

"Though if possible, more radiant than before." I smiled, lucky to get the chance one-up Larrow. I'd been saving that line forever and he knew it. And I was about to make the moment well worth the wait.

I enveloped Cecelia in a very close hug, one of which she could not break out of even if she wanted to. You see, I was stronger. And it felt good to be stronger. Next, I let Larrow have his turn with her. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed you all this time."

If Larrow's cheeks hadn't already been cold and pink already, I'm sure he would have blushed. As for myself, on the other hand, I had outgrown the blushing phase when I began nursery school. I'm a man now. Men don't blush.

Shut up, Larrow thought to me.

"Sup." Preston nodded to Cecelia.

Niki gave Cecelia a high five. "So…have you been practicing?" Preston challenged.

Ha ha, I laughed inwardly. Preston's an impulsive lad by golly—and somewhat irritating too. He and Cecelia were usually at odds. The same could also be said for Cecelia and Niki.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I have." Cecelia replied, a lively glow in her violet eye.

"Show me then." Preston smiled. He balled up his fists, and white electricity swirled around them, fluctuating and swelling consistently.

"I can't! I'm a teacher, and you're a student!"

"I'm not truly a student. Not as of yet." Preston's smile widened.

"Besides, Preston and I have been waiting for this." Niki generated some electrical energy of her own. "C'mon Cecelia," Niki put up her own fists with an orange energy built up around them, "The two of us—one on one. Who's afraid of a little fun? Preston will fight the winner…"

I couldn't not laugh at that one. The teenage sense of humor tickled me sometimes. And mind you, psychic Tossi like myself are not easily amused. Once you've reached the age of thirteen, you've pretty much seen all there is to see. Or at least, that's what I thought before I joined Cecelia and Danny's team.

Cecelia gave in, just like I predicted. She put her hair up in a ponytail (not like it mattered, because it still went past her belly button) and pulled out her golden hoop earrings. "Here." She placed them in my open hand.

Larrow smiled conceitedly. I soon realized I was wearing the same smile I observed the outcome, "Preston." I predicted the winner before the brawl even began.

Cecelia was born an ordinary human. A nobody, you see. After meeting some significant individuals and coming to a consensus of who to follow, she rooted herself into the lives of her new friends. These folks I'm speaking of are now very powerful, as far as our ecosphere extends. Our world: the unseen realms of the supernatural.

When Cecelia was fifteen or so, she went and got herself involved an explosion where part of her natural energy was converted into electricity, giving her permanent abilities much likened to that of the electric Tossi's. Hey, that's the only reason Cecelia's even allowed to have a role in the supernatural universe: because the universe chose her to wield that power. That's how I see it, at least. Not because people like her (they didn't used to), not because she's powerful or even has potential (she doesn't), but because she acquired a unique ability. And that baffled the higher-ups enough for them to notice her. You'd do well to impress people in high places if your goal is to sit in a high place yourself.

Acquiring any sort of permanent, genetically-balanced power is very rare. In fact I can only think of two other people off the top of my head that were born human but became something else—Danny and Garth. They're important back where I come from, but here in Japan, they may as well just be average Joes.

Cecelia was so flaming hot when she went all-electric! I knew in my head that Niki was more powerful than Cecelia (Cecelia's powers are actually sorta weak, no offense). Cecelia's electricity was borderline neon yellow and it clashed against Niki's orange. Niki's was just a shade darker in a manner of speaking. Cecelia's power was more sporatic and it was obvious she didn't have as much control of it as she wanted to have.

Cecelia was not the kind of person to let hindrances get to her. I saw into her memories and I knew she had been training herself consistently, daily, exerting herself to her very limits and forcing them to stretch. She worked doubly as tough, because unlike a Tossi's electric capabilities, Cecelia's was limited by her naturally-born human body.

From what I knew of Cecelia's past, she was never much of a strong child. She was that little princess that got the guys to do everything for her. I sighed. Perhaps that's why she loved Danny so…he was the first boy (she met) that was completely oblivious of her beauty and didn't fall head over heels. I know. I watched them from behind the scenes as they fell in love.

So yeah Niki pretty much pinned Cecelia to the ground. Cecelia was no match for the toughest chick I knew. Some part of me wanted to see Cecelia suddenly jump up, full of power and say, "You're finished!" To Niki. I knew better than to wish for the impossible.

Preston was standing off to the side waiting for someone to emerge the winner. Perhaps it was the girls themselves he was more interested in. Ugh, in this kid's eyes, Niki was attractive. In my eyes, Niki was…ugh.

Larrow chuckled, strangely entertained at seeing Little Miss Princess fight Little Miss Headstrong. He stood beside me, considering every move the two opponents made. The battle had escalated this far WITHOUT Preston. Larrow sipped his mug of herbal tea which he had kept warm by holding it in front of the van's heater.

"Tap out, Cecelia. It's my turn now." Preston announced graciously, as Cecelia admitted defeat. It sure took her awhile to catch her breath. Clutching my outstretched hand, she relied on me to help her to her feet.

"Come on." I invited her to sit with me over on that big grass hill. I had to urge her on so she would follow me. We layed down side by side and observed the battle techniques of Preston and Niki. The boy's white electricity was far stronger than Niki's would ever be. She looked completely and utterly pathetic compared to him even at her best. Preston was always a bit of a prodigy. It got on Niki's nerves routinely. And that's why she was always in such a fuss to prove her worth.

"You had another vision, didn't you?" Cecelia found her breath more quickly than I'd expected her to.

"…Yes." I tried to sound more conventional. "Several. Larrow had some too. I like to think of mine as more important."

She giggled. "Oh do you now?"

I smiled back. And then I sensed the presence of a wizard approaching. The man was large and strong, and also a member of Komoto faculty. He was Japanese in appearance. I think the Japanese homogeneity goes without need of description. Pinji emerged from the school house and fixated on Cecelia and I as his target. "Count Pinji Stabor." I announced.

Cecelia tried to hide it but I knew she was impressed. You can't hide stuff from me after all, Cecelia. Don't you know that?

The Count smiled at Cecelia, who smiled back in a friendly manner. Ew, gross, he's noticed her attractiveness too. And he's what, fifteen years older than her? Jeez, what a pervert. "Let's see," The Count began, "Messy blond hair, fangs, golden eyes, and a white leather jacket—you fit Cecelia's description of Mr. Wenn Lester."

"That's me." I replied, and extended my left hand for him to shake.

I could tell he was already enthralled by me. He was left-handed. I was proving my worth to him right in this very second. "We've never had a Tossi on faculty before. We're especially honored to have Tossi nobility present."

Cecelia gasped. Come on, girl, you remember who I am…

"Well now you got two." I summoned Larrow with the wave of a hand. Just to tweak me, my friend took his good o'l time to get over here. He kept sipping at that ridiculous tea every half a minute.

"Larrow." The Count identified. Lucky guess.

"Hello." Larrow said quietly, and took another sip. "No we are not princes." My friend answered the question that was haunting the Count. "Just nobility."

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"Well," I started, "You know of Emperor Bazeah." The Count nodded slowly. "He was my great-great grandfather. His true wife only bore him one child, Solly, a daughter. So he searched the realm for two beautiful concubines who each bore him an heir. Their names were Xarius and Danicus. Solly was later married off to a man with the last name of Lester, while Xarius and Danicus retained the imperial surname of Koh Haida. Danicus was the elder of the sons, and he died in battle after having a few children. So everything pointed to Xarius becoming the new Emperor without question. Xarius became arrogant and selfish and had many concubines of his own. My grandfather was a son of one of the concubines, but not of the royal wife. Anyways, when Bazeah was on his death bed, he considered that Solly's 30th birthday was coming up. He remembered how she had always done her duty in a humble manner. In secret, Bazeah changed the law to allow a woman full rights to the throne. On his dying day, he presented her with the crown."

"That's a very charming story." Pinji said.

Cecelia nodded in agreement.

"How are you related to the Emperor, Larrow?" The Count asked.

He shrugged. "Some concubine of one of Solly's sons I guess."

"It's a good thing the law has limited concubines only to the true Emperor or else soon everybody would be related to nobility." Pinji was definitely socially awkward. He shouldn't even try to crack jokes. Especially Tossi jokes. He's no good at them.

Cecelia was very much distracted by Preston and Niki who were still trying to determine who was top dog. Cecelia feared the Count would reprove them for fighting on school property. WRONG again, my lovely dear! She's pretty, but when it comes to making predictions and thinking things through, she's like a sinking ship. She's completely clueless, really. This is where Garth and I had a poor start to what could have been a great friendship several years ago: he believed Cecelia had a leader buried deep inside of her, and I knew she didn't.

The count frowned at them. Preston and Niki silently stopped wrestling. Preston had won, just like I knew he would. Then the Count turned towards me again. "I have heard tell of your visions—very detailed, very picturesque. At least that's what Cecelia says."

Cecelia nodded agreeably.

"And your newest vision involved Komoto, correct?"

"Yes, it did, Count Pinji."

"Wenn says his visions are most clear of all the psychic Tossi he's ever met." Cecelia complimented me.

I took a breath. A warm silver wisp came out of my mouth. I rubbed my hands together to create warmth. "I had a vision of blood. Bloodshed, bloody wars, fighting, terrible things, extensive violence rooted in a tantrum, a grudge of old that had been carried through generations. It was very terrible yet very tranquil. All the entities within eyesight were murderers and masters of the silent kill."

The Count seemed disturbed. I couldn't blame him. Those magician-folk aren't used to death like some of us who've lived on the other side of the line all our lives. "The Swiss school won't like to hear of this." He muttered.

"I thought Switzerland was neutral?" Preston doubted his own memory.

The Count scoffed. "That's what they want you to think. So go ahead, keep believing it. See where it gets you."

"And I believe Larrow also had a vision." Cecelia hinted. "Go on." She whispered to him.

"Mine wasn't as in depth as Wenn's, but it's still just as important. It was a vision of a certain person, a prodigy, and a great leader. This person—gender unknown—has twisted views of reality but is fully sane. This being is going to be responsible for completely revolutionizing our world as we know it. He or she has the capability to make changes worldwide. And it's going to instigate several bloody fights. There will be death, and that can't be prevented no matter how many precautions you staff and faculty members have taken. It's only the number of tragedies that can be changed."

"In my vision as well as Larrow's, there would be less bloodshed if we came to Komoto. Obviously the great issue's got nothing to do with us directly. However, make no mistake in it—our help is something you all need now and will continue to require."

"And the locals will be forever grateful for it, chaps." The Count said. "The principal's been very worried. She's got friends. Fortune tellers in Brazil. She's got friends all over the world, I wager. None of their abilities can compare to that of a psychic Tossi's intuition."

I smiled proudly. Cecelia rolled her eyes playfully. She knew I had a certain haughtiness I felt I had to uphold. That's the sort of thing inborn in every Tossi that is a son of Jacob. In my younger days, I imagined Jacob to be somewhat like me or my father just with darker hair. I hoped that by all means I was not destined to become what Jacob had been: a betrayer of the heart.

Everyone has things they firmly believe they'll never do. And the only truth I believe in is that I don't know anything for a fact (except that God is God of course). It just makes those around me feel safer if I act that I do. Anyways, I'd best keep my true intuition a mystery, for Cecelia's sake as well as Komoto's.

The Count shook my hand first, then Larrow's. "Welcome to the faculty and staff of Komoto Prep."