Blair POV.
I followed Zacky and Johnny through the strangely quiet house. If it was possible, it seemed to be bigger than Zacky’s house. It was well maintained and decorated. Zacky paused and looked at Johnny.
“You go on, I’ll catch up in a minute. I just need to check up on something.” Johnny nodded.
“Come on Blair. I’ll explain a bit as we walk.” I glanced between Zacky and Johnny before nodding and following Johnny down the corridor.
“So what is this place?”
“Danger’s a changeling- A half Fae. Faerie is a tough place for Changelings. Many end up on the streets or living rough in Faerie This is a sort of half-way-house for Changelings and other half-breeds. We help them get off the streets and teach them how to survive. It’s mostly kids that show up looking for our help. Most of the money from the mercenary business goes into funding this.” I was surprised. This was not the kind of thing that I’d imagined these guys to run.
“Something big must have happened in the past to inspire this kind of project.” Johnny nodded.
“Danger’s had a rough life.”
“How many kids are here?”
“At the minute, I think that there are 23 here. But some may have left and some new faces may have arrived since I was last here.”
“How do you find the kids that need your help?”
“Mostly they tend to find us. Everyone knows where to find us if they need us. It’s always their choice. We never force them to come and we never force them to stay.” Johnny pulled a door open and gestured me through. “After you.” I smiled my thanks at him as I walked through the door.

~*~

I froze as I entered the room. It was what appeared to be a large gym. Full of kids. There were about fifteen or sixteen in total spread out through the room. Some were sparring with each other, others were working out by themselves, but the largest group was gathered around a group of mats watching two teenage boys spar. Some of them were calling advice to the guys, others calling less than helpful comments. Occasionally a soft female voice would point something out about the two fighters. I couldn’t see the source of the voice but a strange sense of déjà vu settled over me. There were a couple of elder guys within the group. I could only presume that one of them was Danger, but since Johnny didn’t seem inclined to tell me anything I was obviously going to have to wait. A groan came up collectively from some of the onlookers as one of the sparrers lost. One of the onlookers stepped forward.
“Why are we even learning this shit? I already know how to fight. I been fighting for years.”
“Because you never know what’s coming your way. You can only improve your skills.” Replied one of the elder guys, a guy with green hair and pointed ears. The kid snorted.
“Whatever, I’m outta here.” He began to turn and head for the door that me and Johnny were stood in front of.
“Kola, wait.” It was the soft female voice. The kid froze. A short, petite girl stepped out of the small crowd. Her long bleach blonde hair was pushed back away from her face by a red and black bandana. “I’m not going to force you to stay. But I’d like you to give us a chance. So here’s the deal. You say you can fight. Fight me. One hit and you can leave right here, right now. I win, you give us a week to show you how we can help.” The kid looked at her suspiciously.
“One hit and you’ll let me go?”
“We’re not holding you prisoner here Kola. You’re always free to come and go as you please, but you’ve barely given us a chance.”
“And I’ve only got to stay one week if I lose?” The blonde nodded.
“If at the end of the week you still want to go, we won’t try and stop you.” He paused for a few seconds, as it assessing the girl that stood facing him before nodding.
“Fine.” The blonde girl smiled before shrugging off the open shirt that she wore over her t-shirt and dropped it onto the corner of one of the mats. She turned to face the kid who was watching her intently.
“Ready?”
“Yup.” The girl turned to one of the guys around the mats.
“Jace?” He nodded and pulled a remote out of his pocket and pointed it at the large sound system that dominated one corner of the room. A heavy rock song began to play. “Come on then. Show us what you got.” As soon as the words left her mouth the kid rushed her. I watched, amazed as she stepped to one side, ducked the kid’s punch, caught him around the waist and pushed him back across the mats. “Lesson one. Never wait until you’re told to attack.” The kid growled angrily and rushed her again, aiming several kicks at her legs, trying to get her off balance. She dodged all of them easily and began to respond in kind. They broke apart a few minutes later before the kid attempted a low sweeping kick. To my surprise the girl jumped towards him, using his shoulders to flip herself over him to the other side where she caught a hasty punch with one hand. “Lesson two. Don’t give your moves away with your eyes.” She pushed him away and the continued to spar for a while longer. The song changed, but kept the same heavy rock rhythm. Behind us, the door pushed open and Zacky walked in, stopping next to me. His eyes were focused on the fight going on in front of us. A small smile graced his lips.
“There’s my girl.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving the two fighters. Although his voice couldn’t possibly have travelled across the room, the girl stopped and turned to face him, smiling back. The kid, Kola, took this as an advantage and snuck up behind her, preparing to grab her from behind. Just as he lunged, she ducked, spinning round behind him and securing an arm around his neck, holding him still. “Lesson three. Don’t try and sneak up on people with wolf and Fae hearing.” I froze. Was this … The girl released a scowling Kola and stepped back. “One week Kola. You agreed.” He sighed and stalked off the mats. The girl watched him go, smirking and shaking her head before walking towards us. Her eyes were fixed entirely on Zacky.
“Hey you.” He whispered, stepping forward to meet her.
“Hey yourself.” She replied, stepping into his arms and pressing her lips softly against his. She pulled away and smiled again. “I missed you.”
“Same.” Murmured Zacky, resting his forehead against hers. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I had walked in on an extremely private moment.
“Is this her?” Asked the girl looking over Zacky’s shoulder at me. He stepped back, his arm around her waist.
“Blair, I want you to meet Danger Williams. My Soul Mate.” I was slightly speechless. I had been so convinced that Danger was a guy that I didn’t know what to say.
“E-eer, Hi.” Not really knowing what to do, I held my hand out for her to shake. Danger stepped forwards and gripped my hand. Too late, I noticed Zacky’s face pale and he tried to stop her. Her soft grip on my hand tightened to an almost painful extent, her face turned ash white and the vivid green colour of her eyes faded until they were completely white too. Freaked out, I tried to pull my hand out of her grip, but both Zacky and Johnny shouted.
“DON’T!” I froze.
“It’s ok. Danger’s powers can be a bit unpredictable and she can’t always control them. She has some powers of foresight. Just stand still. It’s fine. She’s not going to hurt you.” Then she began to speak in a deep, rasping voice so unlike the soft voice that she had used up until now.
“Blair Carmichael, your destiny is great and your future holds the key to a new era. You will unite the divided, bring rest to the restless, show goodness to the evil and bring balance to the unbalanced. You will show them all the truth with a blade of fire in one hand and a dagger of ice in the other.” I frowned at the cryptic words. None of this made any sense. How could I have a great destiny? Suddenly Danger’s grip on my hand tightened. “But,” The ice white of her eyes flicked to mine as if she could really see me. “you will not be who you were meant to be until you find it. Him. He will show you the way. He will show you love. He will be there with you until the very end. Find him. Find him.” Her grip was growing painful. “Find him, or you and the world around you are doomed.” Her voice faded to a whisper and her grip abruptly weakened and she collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Zacky moved faster than I expected, catching her and gently lying her down, brushing stray locks of blonde out of her face. But it wasn’t him that they were all watching. Nor her. Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on me.

Third Person POV.
His chocolate brown eyes stayed fixed on her, until eventually he forced himself to turn and walk away. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’d known the moment that he’d set eyes on her that she could do great things. And somehow, with a growing certainty he knew that he would be somehow involved.