BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! Shawne grumbles as the alarm breaks the quite. Her hand fumbles on the nightstand next to the bed, hitting the snooze she rolls back over, "Five...just five more minutes." she mumbles as she slips back into sleep.<br/><br/>*Shawne...Shawne...*<br/><br/>"Whose there? I can't see its so dark.."<br/><br/>*Shawne time grows short you must come to Tarranu, the circle must be formed.*<br/><br/>"Circle? What circle? What are you talking about? Why is it so dark?" fear began to creep into the edges of her voice.<br/><br/>*Hurry Shawne he knows who you are now! I am sorry for leading him to you but we could wait no longer. The circle. The circle must be formed*<br/><br/>The fear and desperation in the mysterious voice brought tears to Shawne's eyes "Please I don't understand" she could feel the presence begin to fade, "Don't go...please I want to help but you have to tell me how" the presence faded and was replaced by another, this presence was darker, she could feel the hate flow from it as it washed her in fear. Now for the first time she could see, glowing red eyes looked at her seeming to the core of her very soul. She felt it move as if it were getting closer. Panic gripped her as she looked for a way out, she could feel it getting closer and closer. She had to WAKE UP! WAKE UP!<br/><br/>BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! She sat bolt up right in bed sweat glistening on her forehead, "Was that just a dream? It felt so real...what is the circle?" she says aloud to herself. She looks over at the clock and all thoughts of the dream were put from her mind as she realized she was late. "Crap! Why must I be late on the day we take our final!?â€ she swore to herself as she lurched from the bed and began to get ready for class.<br/><br/>The roar of her motorcycle came to life as Shawne dropped the small, yet quick<a class="postlink" href="http://www.apriliausa.com/assets/482/3studio-rs-125_constraintscaled600x337.jpg">Aprilia RS 125</a>into gear, the front wheel popping up a bit as Shawne raced through the streets toward her the university where she attended. She was in the process of getting a Masters in writing, despite her mother's wishes of just getting a degree in something that could be more helpful to a young woman who expected to become independent and live on her own. Shawne hated going against her mother, but she felt the need, the drive to write.<br/><br/>Leaning hard to the right she whipped the bike around a corner as she drove at a somewhat reckless pace as she rushed to get to class on time. The talent and flare she had for writing stemmed from the random dreams and images that she had randomly throughout her childhood. This amazing world where she could do anything she wanted and people revered her almost as if she was a god. HONK!! â€œFuck!â€ screeching a bit as she hit the brakes and jerked the bike out of the way of a box truck that had seeming to come out of no where in front of her. Looking over her shoulder at the driver who was now promptly giving her the finger she laughed as she finished her trip to school. The bike was also something that her mother did not approve of, figuring that her daughter would kill herself on it. Still she had paid for it herself so there was little the worrisome mother could do other then buy her the leather jacket and helmet in hopes of helping to protect her one and only child.<br/><br/>Screeching to a halt this time outside of the building where her class was held she killed the engine and looked the front to prevent theft as she climbed off and ran into the building, helmet and all still on her head. Climbing the stairs two at a time and ignoring the odd looks of those she passed Shawne ran on till she reached the fourth floor where she then had a good sprint down the hall to the last classroom on the right. The door was just closing as she stepped her foot inside, the professor opening the door and leveling a disapproving gaze at Shawne â€œSo happy you decided to grace us with your presence Ms. Jones.â€ the hag of a woman spat from her crooked mouth as Shawne entered the room.<br/><br/>Taking the begrudgingly offered final from her professor Shawne climbed the steps of the small amphitheater that housed her Advanced Sociology class, nudging a few people as she went up as they gave her approving smiles and grins with her ability to piss the old hag of their professor off with seeming no effort at all. Setting the test down she test she removed her book bag followed by the black helmet on her head. Shaking out her short hair, helping it to fall back into place about her face as her grey eyes gazed down at the professor who was standing there staring up at her. Hand on her hip and her foot tapping those cheap and ugly heels, â€œAnytime now Ms. Jones.â€ she spoke with disdain and mild hate.<br/><br/>Shawne smirked and made it a point to put her helmet upon the desk with enough force to make a good bit of sound, causing a few who were dozing off in their seats to jump, and a few others to chuckle as the professor just glared all the harder as Shawne took her seat. â€œYou have two hours to complete the test as well as complete the two page essay on the back. Begin.â€ she snapped out to them amongst several groans of disapproval as most of them were not expecting the essay. Taking out a pencil and pen Shawne flipped open the test booklet and tried to focus as she read the first question, though in the back of her mind she kept thinking about the 'Circle' and what it could mean.<br/>************************************************** *******<br/>Jasmine swore under her breath as she was thrown back from her seeing pool by that bastard, â€œWhy must he always interfere with my plans?!â€ she practically snarled in anger as she slammed her fists on to either side of the pool as she hunched over it in barely controlled rage. Her raven locks falling forward like a dark thick silken curtain as she stood there a moment taking deep ragged breaths as she calmed herself. After a moment or two she sighed and stood, her caramel eyes softening again as her full lips turned up into a smile and she smoothed the robes of her silken gown, â€œNo time to be wasting on him, the message has been sent now I must work at providing them a means to come to me.â€ her smiling growing more devious as she began to chant softly and wave her arms over the pool before her; it was time to bring them all home.