Here is episode 2 everyone! Hope you liked the first episode (despite any WxC yet *sniffles*) and please REVEIW! I love it - it makes me feel like I'm important (well, a little bit important anyway :P).

I hope that not only CxW fans are reading this though as it will have some WxM and CxC.. Well Cornelia thinks so anyway.. (O_o) {Crazy B****) I kid! I don't mind her. But this is an important factor..

DO YOU GUYS WANT HER TO BE A DESIGNATED WHORE, OR DO WE WANT 'NICE, POOR, UNREQUITED LOVE' CORNELIA?

- VOTING LINES NOW OPEN- (just reveiw or p.m. me :P)

Blackness filled the air..

The only lilac clouds above the castle.

Time seemed to travel faster on the Metaworld.

The darkness did not give that illusion though..

It would make one think time was slower..

Or perhaps one would simply think..

That Metamoor simply did not have days to accompany her nights.

Phobos could hear the storm outside. Vivid, red roses grew with deathly-sharp thorns around his clenched fist. Caleb was on the grounds. He could feel him.

"We have the rebel leader." The murmurers hissed Cedric's words. Few person's ever got the opportunity to set eyes on the dark prince. Cedric was yet to become one of them. Even his own delegate had not had the chance to gaze upon his flawless features. But that would change today. "But I was ambushed at the portal. By the guardians. They appear no longer to be old women, my prince. But now they are young girls."

Cedric bowed down, uneasy in the masses of whispering plants. Yet he listened carefully to his ruler's words, intrigued, still, by the thoughts of the guardian generation he'd encountered. "So, the crystal has passed to a new generation. Left un-dealt with, it could complicate the search for my sister." The next words stunned Cedric, gaining a snicker from the murmur-beasts, "Bring the murmur-boy to me Cedric, I will deal with him first."

Caleb struggled as Cedric pulled him with a heavy chain, attached to cuffs at his wrists. Cedric did not take his eyes off of his leader, yet the struggling boy refused to look. "The trouble maker, Prince Phobos." Cedric bowed down to the young prince, marveling at the innocence of his face.

Phobos smirked at the boy who - with a strong pull of the chains - had been forced to his knees. "You will tell us the names of your fellow traitors in the rebellion C-"

"YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM ME!" Caleb had felt his name creeping passed the tyrant's lips and it angered him more that Phobos dare use his name, than that so many of his rebel-allies refused him that privilege. He could deal with being spat on for being born of Phobos' magic, but to receive respect from his enemy? It made Caleb writhe with fury.

Phobos' smile grew and he waved a hand lazily in Cedric's direction. His smile becoming a grin as he felt Caleb shudder as his magic-induced breeze hit the ex-murmurer. He allowed it, but the smile faded as he heard Cedric taunt the boy whilst dragging him - with a lot less hassle - from the throne room. "You wont be so abstinent after the Oubliette." Cedric was wrong. Caleb was strong enough to build life from his utilitarian, yet metaphorically face-less, plant-based slave body. Phobos could admit that the child was a marvel. He could also admit that Caleb was possibly his biggest mistake. And he knew that Caleb was only alive for the rebels. The child hated his 'home'. He hated his creator. He despised himself. Caleb was one war away from suicidal and he wasn't going to be swayed by the high-rising walls of the Oubliette. Phobos knew this.