<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 25pt;">DRAGON KIN</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">.::The Invaders From Gorde::.</span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Evangelista Cell</span><br/>Reaching shore in an unknown place</span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1313217368285863623981108.jpg)</div>Cell felt a chill run down her spine, and all the little hairs on her body stand straight up in attention.  There was just something so ominous about the atmosphere, and she couldn't quite shake the feeling that whatever waited for them on the other side of the lake they were traversing, wasn't so friendly in nature.  She hunkered down lower into the long boat they were traveling in, and thought back to earlier that day, when they had first boarded this rather derelict looking ship.  They had been wandering through narrow cave systems, the only light coming from the torches they carried with them, and every sound they made reverberated through the walls, bouncing back at them, and making their progress almost dangerously loud.  At the time, Cell had been convinced that they were going in the right direction, not from any vision she might have had, but because it had been the only entrance into the looming mountains, that they could find.  At the time, she had constantly been muttering prayers under her breath, trying to stand firm in the belief that they had found the right way, the true way to the end of their quest.  And like an answer to those prayers, they had walked themselves into a cavern so large, that even her imagination couldn't have comprehended such a thing on her own.<br/><br/>The space had been so intimidatingly large, or at least it had seemed that way from the little light they had with them, that Cell had been speechless.  Even her prayers had left her in an uncomfortable realization that they had farther to go than she had first thought, when entering the cave.  They had walked for a while, longer than she probably realized, until they had been stopped once again by water that stretched out into the darkness.  They had no way to know how far the water went, or if there was another side to it that didn't end in a rock wall.  But as if to make up for her moment of weakness before, she had stood solid in her conviction that they needed to cross it, to fulfill their holy journey, and save the city of Lance.<br/><br/>But her conviction couldn't solve the problem of how to cross the obstacle, and since they hadn't thought to carry a boat with them, it wasn't very likely that they would.  As she wandered closer to the waters edge, she had tried hard to come up with something, but still no big epiphany had revealed itself to her.  It had only been when she had bent over, and trailed a finger through the water, focusing as hard as she could on figuring out a solution to their problem, that it had suddenly hit her.  She felt the tell tale signs of a vision hitting her, her muscles clenching, a falling sensation hitting her in the face, and her eyes zeroing in on one single point, when a murky picture of a boat, sitting half in the water, and half on land, had imprinted itself on her mind.<br/><br/>After that, it had been easy to get Millicent to use her abilities to call the ship to them.  And so they had began their journey on the oddly tepid water, their fire engulfing them in a bubble of light.  The boat itself hadn't been very large, but it was long in length, and small in width.  Completely made of wood, it had looked like it would sink at any moment, but oddly it had bore their weight with nary a squeak of protest.  There hadn't been any paddles, and Cell had been more than a little concerned for Millicent, since she had taken the strain of propelling them forward.  But even her concern couldn't mask the excitement thrumming in her veins at the time.  It had taken a few hours on water, to dim that excitement.<br/><br/>And as she had stared ahead into the darkness, an odd whoosh of air hitting them as they traveled, she had felt the beginnings of trepidation.  She had questioned herself several times, what if they met only rock, what if the lake went on and on, and they never reached the other side, whatever it was.  What if something truly horrible met them on the other side, which was a possibility with more than a little weight, since whatever had caused the Gods to abandon them, must have been something terrible indeed.<br/><br/>Just as she felt another moment of weakness over come her, the old ship had hit something, and they had lurched forward into a complete stop.  The sound of rustling cloth met her ears, even as she herself pulled the dark green cloth of her cloak further around her shoulders, trying desperately to keep warm in a place that breathed cold air.  Her ink stained hair blew free in the wind, hitting her in the face, even as she absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear.  She felt her bag, silently, with her hands, just to make sure it was still there, just to reassure herself that they had indeed found their way to the other side, all together, in one piece.  She had been the first to step onto the rocky shore, and the first to step forward, holding a torch high above her head, gripping onto her Glaive with white knuckles, gaping wide eyed, and open mouthed at the largest door she had ever been blessed to see.  The sight had immediately entranced her, and she felt herself almost breathlessly staring at it, muttering prayers under her breath, and beseeching the gods to protect them from whatever lay behind it.