Exalting should be a moment of triumph. As the blood of the dragons pours through your veins, filling you with strength like you've never known, lighting you up like a bonfire in the night? It should be the greatest moment you've ever felt. But for two girls, it was not to be. Slaves who found themselves beaten down and collared the moment their anima's flared, magical slave collars locked around their neck, promising nothing more then a life of servitude.<br/><br/>But such was life in Gem.<br/><br/>They where in a dark place, they had been fed and treated well since they had exalted, but their new collars hung heavy around their necks. Their cell was spartan and efficient, it wasn't so much as uncomfortable, as sparsely designed. It was a waiting area. They had been bought by someone new, they knew that much, and for a good price, more then likely, but that was all the knew. Their new master would likely come down to claim them soon, but for the moment, they where alone together, waiting.