"Bear! T-the story's real! I can't believe it!" she shouted as she walked up with her fins touching the ground and her sides close together. The white thirteen year old glanced over all of the children. She was the only one that new about them being birthed by the same mother, but being made by another couple.

"Hey, I have a name you know. I expect you to have one. Surprisingly," she softly added to herself as she walked up closely to Noah's face. "Another thing, I can speak for myself, 'king'," she said very sassily.

"What, are you um, doing here? We were told that you were misbehaved and mama got rid of you," explained Bailey as she looked around cautiously. The bear spun around to face Bailey, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"First of all, your 'mama' got rid of me right after I was born. Supposedly she didn't want a polar bear, so the doctors and nurses raised me as a secret. And I came here to rescue you. Another thing, my name is Sasha, and I already know who you are because the doctors gave me your files. Now I know what your thinking, 'how am I supposed to just trust this random person that says they're go-"

"Of course we're in! Do you think I like being treated like this?" Lenis screamed as she tried to point to her injured back for Sasha to see.

"Yeah, but we better go now, the sitter should be here in a minute," Julia added. She walked up and shook Sasha's hand with hers. All the others gathered up and followed Sasha. Finally they were going to be safe!

"Alright, we better get moving, and get Lenis up with me. I will help her walk the trail," Sasha demanded as she took Lenis's claws as they started to run out into the backyard.

The children started to run out into the woods farther and farther.

"Wait, so where are you taking us?" asked Bailey as she flapped her wings trying to stretch.

"Well, since my people let me go, I decided to take you to my hideout that is very far away from here. They showed me that place when I was little, and they said it would always be safe because it is out in the wild. I think you would like it very much, and you'll finally be able to wear my type of clothes.

"Your type of clothes!" shouted Jack, "Like, what is that supposed to mean?" He asked as he ran; helping Amora.

Sasha looked back at the nine other thirteen year olds.

"Well, I thought that it might be better that you don't wear those rags for the rest of the time that you're with me!" I mean, does your mom literally make you wear that junk your whole life! That is horrible parental skills!" Sasha exclaimed as she pointed at the ragged clothes the kids were wearing.

"Let's talk about this later, I want to get out of here!" explained Owen as he dragged his sibling figure, Julia, farther into the forest.

"Oh, alright. Then let's get a move on people!" suggested Sasha as she heard a car pull up from their house.