<b><u><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Abbey Chase</span></u></b><br/><br/>After encountering the demon and the robed man in her house, Abbey rationalized that she had obviously suffered some sort of mental breakdown which manifested itself as a truly realistic hallucination. At least, that's what she believed until she found the gold embossed invitation on her desk. How could this be? The invitation was obviously real, she wasn't dreaming. And the envelop seemed to parallel things that the robed man had told her as well....<br/><br/>The apparition of the envelop once again challenged Abbey's confidence in her state of mind. To her, none of this was possible, so obviously there HAD to be some sort of explanation, but that explanation was escaping her right about now.<br/><br/>The night after reading the invitation, Abbey found sleep to be as elusive as a proper explanation for all this crazy demon stuff. What was worse is that there seemed to be a small part of her which believed that all of this was real. Of course, the rest of her was screaming for answers as it desired a return to normalcy. After a fruitless and long sleepless night, Abbey would go through her usual morning routine, albeit with be a brisk cold shower instead of her usual soothing warm shower. Today's morning outfit would consist of black g-string panties, her favorite bra (very important when you have F-cup breasts), a pair of pale blue skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt which fit her snugly. Abbey rarely put on makeup since she really didn't need it, but she did spend a good amount of time brushing her hair, making it 'just so'. All the while, her mind was still trying to rationalize the strange events that had transpired.<br/><br/>At 9 AM sharp, Abbey, who was sitting at her desk re-reading the invitation, would hear a knock on her bedroom door.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"Come in mum!"</span>she said, obviously thinking it was her mother, but the door would remain closed as yet another knock sounded out. Believing that her mom probably had her hands full with something like laundry or whatnot, Abbey would get up and say<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"Hold on!..."</span>as she reached for the door knob to let her mom in. And just as she touched the door knob, just there, the world suddenly stretched and warped out of focus, as if Abbey had been accelerated at ridiculously high speed somewhere else. The trip was instantaneous, but it was hugely jarring, as Abbey ended up somewhere totally different. Abbey would end up stumbling and then falling to the ground in utter shock and confusion, as she had to fight a mercifully brief urge to vomit. After a brief moment of just sitting there on the ground looking stupified, Abbey would force herself back up, her bright grey eyes looking to and fro at a whole bunch of other men and women looking just as confused and disoriented as she was as chaos washed over the crowd of people for a few moments. Some people seemed less disoriented while others looked downright panicked. Abbey for her part would recover relatively quickly, as she took the time to examine her new surroundings, realizing that she was standing in a rather stunning stone hall with vaulted ceilings, marble floors and really impressive stained glass windows. But this wasn't a church, there were no religious symbols anywhere. If anything, the feel of the place reminder her more of an academic institution, like Oxford where she had visited recently.<br/><br/>Just then, a woman standing on a stage at the center of the hall would speak, capturing Abbey's attention in the process. The woman was gorgeous, but what really caught Abbey's attention was her rather provocative all enclosing latex ensemble, which clung to her curves as light from all around shone off of the shiny material. Abbey literally pinched herself in disbelief as the woman spoke to the crowd... But, nothing happened. Abbey was still in that hall and the woman was still talking to them. And suddenly that little part of her mind that seemed to believe all of this was real nagged her with a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><i>"I told you so..."</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">By the time Abbey placed a hand on one of the crystal balls, her whole world would change in an instant. Knowledge of things unheard and things undiscovered flooded through her mind in crystal clear clarify as it rooted itself as a certainty in her mind. By the time Abbey would let go of the crystal ball, all she could say was this feminine </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"Bloody hell...."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"> in her perfect spotless proper British accent.</span><br/><br/>Everyone in the hall were given a choice and given what she now knew, Abbey decided right there and then to accept the invitation. The biggest part of her reasoning was that this new world would present a source of knowledge she could never get anywhere else. But the part about being able to cure diseases, and heal people, and help people also very much appealed to her. After all, why learn medicine, when you can learn magic and heal people with it!!!<br/><br/>It was strange how just 3 minutes ago, Abbey was convinced she was crazy and now, this certainty was replacing all the doubts she had about her sanity. She would wait for her turn to touch the pedestal as she watched one man step up to it and put his hand on it followed by this disembodied voice of an old man saying a booming<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">"Satyren!" </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">which echoed through the hall. As she heard that word, she realized the pedestal was 'shorting' the new arrival into a house, just like in the Harry Potter series. The next guy would step up, quite eagerly in fact as he almost put his hand on the pedestal at the same time as the first one, and seconds after placing his hand on the pedestal, the disembodied voice would boom </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"><b>"Lionheart!"</b></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">. Then it was her turn as Abbey stepped up to the pedestal and placed her hand on it. It felt really strange, as though something was rummaging through her mind, through her memories. But the feeling was short as the booming voice said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"><b>"The Order!"</b></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"> which drew a raised eyebrow and look of surprise from the assistant head mistress who was watching the proceeding unfold. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><i>'What was that about'</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"> thought Abbey as she moved away from the pedestal to give the next person a chance to step up.</span>