<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rozalinda</strong></span>:<br/><br/>Once again Rose was being forced to another party. Not that she hated the loud noises and the crowded place, but she did hate the crowded place and the loud noise. She sat a corner, being generally pissed gobbling down her Redbull like her life depended on it.<br/><br/>The whole idea of a loud place, people drinking and the crowed just made her edgy, what was wrong with a nice quiet night, snuggled in her bed with a good book?! Oh right, her friends just keep pulling her to these parties, and when she arrives, she just mingles. She couldn't stay upset. But tonight was different, a kid slipped and his punch went all over her white dress. So yes, she was<em>really </em>pissed.  Shesimply smiled at the kid and told him it was OK, but it fact it wasn't her dress was stained, her head was throbbing with the  loud noise, and she would do anything to just go home.<br/><br/>This summer had been like this from day one, if the party was every few weeks or days, she would have been fine, but every single god-for-saking day she would refuse, then her friend would blab and complain then she'd decline again only to agree eventually as to not ruin any excitements her friend had. Roza's hair was pulled up a ponytail, but even then her hair would be separate large loops. A few strands dangled on the side of her face as her eyes studied all the people present. Some she knew from school, some from town, others she didn't even see before.<br/><br/>Her parents were out of town something about a 19Th anniversary honeymoon, so her house was empty which would have been great had she not been dragged to this party. She rose up slowly, getting another can of Redbull walking outside to the summer night breeze. It was calm, warm and soothing. It brushed her skin like a velvet caress, and her eyes closed automatically, yes she could still hear the banging loud noises of the party inside, but the soft breeze blowing her hair off her face, and waving her dress like a flag from side to side was really relaxing.<br/><br/>Her dress was a summer dress, cotton and knee-long, tied behind her neck and an open back. it was simple, and now it was dirty. She sighed slightly, it's no wonder she hated wearing white anyway.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ellanore</strong></span>:<br/><br/>Just behind the cascades in the middle of a forest resided the sorceress. Yes her cave looked normal when  you see it, but from the inside it was all marble, and the ancient Greek arches just added to the beauty and serenity of the place.  The sound of the water flowing outside left Ella in a very calm state, and the soft sprays coming from there too always freshened the place up, it even smelled like water Lillie's in there.<br/><br/>The arches were tall and white, circling the place. In the very center of the circle was something table-like. It looked as ancient as the arches around. The table was made of stone, held to the ground immobile. It had carvings all over, graphs that modern humans can never comprehend. One pattern was like grape vines climbing up the sides of the table, these vines were made of marble, contracting with the dark color of the stone, it surrounded the round opening at the top of the table.<br/><br/>Smoke rose from that opening, inside was a mercury-like substance, intangible, yet soft to the touch, has smoke, but yet is not hot. Ella walked to the enchanted table, her red robes brushing against the marble floor. She wasn't feeling well, for the past few weeks she wasn't feeling well. Vision after Vision, visions she couldn't explain.<br/><br/>She could only see one side of the conversation, and she would only see people but not the place, usually, her visions were very accurate to the time of the incident, that's what left her worried about this vision. But one thing she was sure of. She and the other guardians had something to check on, for every vision she had she'd always hear the word 'amulet' and she knew more than anyone else what that meant.<br/><br/>The sacred Amulet.<br/><br/>True it was not hers to protect, but that's how the guardians worked, each protecting one of the seven sacred objects, one has trouble, all have to help. And every few decades, the hiding places of these sacred objects must be changed for safety reasons.<br/><br/>One of her fellow guardians was responsible for the Amulet, and she had to contact them and let them be on guard. She on the other hand protected the<em>ice crystal of Zarath. </em>The crystal was safe where she had it, in her scepter. She looked up her grey eyes assessing the scepter. Safe. She knew it. No one ever figured out the place, not even her fellow guardians.<br/><br/>She pushed her bright urban hair to the back and walked slowly to the enchanted table, passing her hand through the smoke, but no vision came, nor was it cleared. It was time for her to get out of her cave and go to her comrades.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Melina</strong></span>:<br/><br/>Melina walked out to her balcony, it was time to set their plan into motion. Finding the Amulet was very hard, and it would be harder still getting it out from under the guardian's noses. She closed her eyes, and reopened them to look at the harvest moon lighting the town, strange how times change. She gave off an ironic smile. Time, if only she had control of that, everything would be okay, everything would fall into place, and ....everything would be different.<br/><br/>Sometimes, she herself didn't understand why she did the things she did, but it did burn a passion in her to destroy those who destroyed her and her family. It was a difficult time, time where she had to get on her feet alone, walk a thousand miles alone, survive alone, as a young girl. But now, all that did not make a difference, if she got the amulet. She turned back to look at her companion (s).<br/><br/>Determination swept through her icy blue eyes, showing exactly what she intended to do, and that she will pull through it no matter the consequences.