Too many thoughts filled my head. Who could this man have been and when did this happen? I was devastated, but I loved Katherine so much.

"Stay still," I whispered, "do not try to move... you are badly hurt."

I took Tess' hand. She was so shocked that she had been unable to speak. "I want you to know that I will always love you as if you were my real daughter," I said, "but now you should go... find your brother. He needs to be here."

I tried to hold back the emotions I was feeling. My father wasn't my real dad? This was such a shock for both myself and my father it seemed!

I had to get out of the house. I had to go away from my mother for a little while. I would take my dads advice and go to try and find my brother who was probably helping the fight. It was what I needed to be doing also. I had to do something to try and take my mind off this crazy information.

I left the house without saying a word.
(continued at Market Square)

Now that Tess was gone it was time to find out some answers.

"Katherine," I said, probably a bit more agressively then intended, "I don't care if this man is now dead.. I want to know who he was? Was it... was it anyone I knew?"

"No no, you wouldn't know him. He turned into a nasty man and probally ended up in a horrible place like Devil Island!" I cried with tears down my face, "It was not meant to happen like this."

Frank looked straight at me

"You must tell Tess because one day she will realised she is special and can do things others can't." I said, "Frank? Frank are you okay? Do you want to know his name?"

I had to look away. I could feel my lvoe for Katherine slipping away. It was a terrible feeling and one that I never wanted to feel. But it was too late now. The truth was out. She had lied to me... all of this time. How could I ever love her again?

What did she mean when she said that Tess was 'special'? Did she mean the connection that Tess and Tyler always had? And did this mean that Tyler was 'special' also?

"Yes..." I said in a bitter tone, "tell me. Tell me his name!"

"His name was...." I stammered

"...Leig-riun"

I wept

Leig-riun... I did not recognise that name. Perhaps I did not know this man after all.
Still... I could not believe that she would do this to me.

"I'm going to go for a walk," I said slowly. I stood up and walked over to the door.

I needed to clear my head. It was so messed up. I grabbed the handled, turned it and pulled the door open.

there was a bald woman standing in the doorway wearing yellow. She held a knife.

"Oh," I said as she thrust the knife into my belly...

I pulled the bloody Blade of Korg out of the mans chest and pushed him back inside the house.
I entered and closed the door, locking it behind me.
I looked to the oman on the couch. She was in a bad way. She'd be no bother to me.

I needed a place to hide. Everything had gone wrong! I would hid eout here until things had died down and then I could make my escape.

As the man went into spasms on the floor I poured myself a drink and sat down next to the woman.

"Don't worry," I said to her, "I won't kill you... I just won't save you when you die from your injuries!"

Before any more was said, the 1st Lane of the Port town boomed in a mass explosion. Fire crackled down the street, houses fell under the sheer pressure of heat.

We both stared at each other in fear, knowning that it would be the last face we would every see.

The flames grew nearer and nearer. Neighbouring houses crumbled beside. Then suddenly the walls caved in, the roof fell from the ceiling and the house collapsed.

The Apocalypse was here.

(continued from Port)

Tyler and I had heard a devastating BOOM from 1st Lane and we had quickly rushed to see what had happened.

when we got to 1st Lane we saw nothing but destruction. It was gone... every thing was gane! All of the houses that had once been here were nothin more then rubble on the ground.

Great fires raged all around, making it impossible to even attmpt to look for survivors.

I fell to my knees. Our parents had been in their house here! There was no possible way they could have survived... was there? I remembered how I had left them... my mother had just told us that our father was not our real father. He had been devestated. So had I. We had all parted on such bad terms... how I wish I could have those moments back again.

"I am so sorry!" I wailed...