The violet haired girl was walking alongside her twin, but Archangel seemed to be having some sort of difficulty. She was walking slowly, as if it pained her but she wasn't limping. Onyx was murmuring encouragement. Neither of them had sensed Teran or Lear.

Teran was almost quivering with excitement. It was taking all of his concentration not to let go of his magic. He clenched his hands into fists, striding ahead of Lear, towards the two unknowing girls.

Lear felt the signature energy approaching very quickly. It was not to be doubted of; the 'targets' were also moving. Lear gulped regrettably, not at all willing to do as this Teran orders. She was disgusted by herself, feeling that she had to do this. But Teran's potential in magic wasn't to be neglected - if Lear even dared to do something that displeased him, she would regret it.
Lear caught a glimpse of the violet-haired girl she had talked about. Her heart skipped under her ribs, and she stopped to a brutal halt.