A sickness swept over the Earth, followed by erratic people who could no longer control their emotions. Quickly this started to diminish to another devastating tragedy. Calculated explosions went off in every continent, the order given by an unidentified male.  

Presently Terra runs away from the only place she knows. 
Hiding behind her mismatched eyes, she prays for someone to help her. When she wakes up in a strange bed, it could be the answer to her whispers. 

Can the strange occupants of this new environment crack open the stone shell encasing her?

And can they come together to find the truth?

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Terra

Tan's eyes were cartoonishly big as he used his left arm to stop Terra from struggling. He continued to push the liquid, ignoring Zion's slumped body against the surface and Ambrose crying in outrage and overwhelming sadness. "I'm sorry son." The dying man sputtered out to the best of his ability as blood started to fall from his lips. Ambrose shook his head, denying the words, "Stop talking dad, you're not going to die." 


Terra fainted and if it wasn't for the hold Tan had on her she would've fallen flat. "Is it done?" Conner asked, watching as the shapeshifter lifted the girl into his arms and laid her head against his shoulder. The long-haired male nodded and turned around, walking out the door, not bothered about what was happening behind him. "Ryan, Ambrose needs you. I'm taking her to bed." Ryan nodded, "Zack go with them. We don't know what's going through that young man's head and right now all we need is a break." 


The conclusion is survival