<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s727.photobucket.com/user/watersprit03/media/rp%20characters/027eeb99-0d93-45fe-8ce4-9d27c8d36746_zps492be159.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20characters/027eeb99-0d93-45fe-8ce4-9d27c8d36746_zps492be159.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mommy mommy mommy, read it again pleassssee" asked the young girl, her mother's laugh filling her ear's. The sound full of comfort and love in that laugh her mother's warm hand smoothing across her head as she began to tell her tales of creatures that filled her dreams. Slowly her heavy eye's began to drop as sleep over took her. "Claire, we're needed. Is Jenna asleep?" a slight movement from her bed. Her eyes sleepily began to close as the other soothing voice was her father's a warmness contained her. "Quite and yes just now" said her mother's hushed tone. "Again with the stories?" her father's tone a little more tense then usual. Jenna squiremed slightly, why was it a big fuss? "John there just stories an with our profession she's gonna hear them anyway so why not" her mother's confident ease making her smile. Then only the light flap of the opening to her tent.<br/><br/>Deeply Jenna slept her dream's full of wonderous places an thing's she was in awe of it all. till suddenly something ripped her from her dreams. A man with the guards clothing on had rushed into her tent, "Jenna grab the book now child, we gotta go!" he yelled, it was Jeremy head of security of her paren't dig site. "What about mammy an daddy?" she whimpered the book clinging to her chest her arms wrapped around it. "There gonna meet us Jenna I promise" he said givng her a weak smile. It had been a lie.</span><br/><br/>Jenna sat at her desk desphiering some new writing's they had discovered. It was already into the wee hours of the mornign and still she sat her desk light baring down at the stone and her notes. Jenna only moving to place her glasses back in place. Her finger trailing down the text, her body breathing in an out not skipping a beat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ring</span>rang the phone that laid on her desk "Ms.Crown speaking" she said into the reciever. For a moment her breath hitched an she sat there frozen. And like a spell broken she began to speak again "What? say again!" she said her excitment bleading through the call. "Of course I'll make plans immediatly and be there within the weak" she said quickly hanging up the phone pulling out her cell. "Yes hello I need to reserve a flight, yes I'll hold" she said smiling at ehr reflection. It was really happening! She would finish her parent's work<span style="font-style: italic">The Altar of the Gods</span>.