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[Queen Aradell]

❉ Rosalyn Aneya Belikov ❉

'I'm the witch, the witch of fire
I burn my foes
And warm my friends
I am the leader
The leader who can see the future'

Rosa was only meant to go on a graduation vacation with her friends, her aunt had been so kind with her and as a graduation present to Rosa, she let her and her friends stay at her very beautiful boarding house. Who knew that her aunt would think that it meant that she could spend all the time in the world with her and try to be best 'buddies', as her aunt had said, with her friends. None of them matter though, Rosa's aunt is only there on the weekends. Rosa stared outside her bedroom window, it was early to be awake yet, but she had gotten a dream that woke her up. A very lucid dream, lucid dreams are when you're aware you're dreaming and can control the dream, but Rosa only knew she was dreaming.

She sat on the wide windowsill and looked down from the third floor, to the ocean below. The dream had shaken her so much, around her was a ring of fire, and Rosa stood in the middle. She wasn't able to get out, until there was an opening. From there Rosa couldn't help but walk forward, outside the ring f fire she stood underneath a big rock structure, she can't explain how it looked like, but the rocks reminded her of stone hedge. Underneath the rocks, someone stood next to Rosa, a beautiful women, as youthful as she was the girl looked so wise and ancient to. The women had stared at her and mouthed the word 'go'. Rosa's vision had blurred from there and then she woke up. But it wasn't the first time she had these types of dreams, and every time, the older she got, the more the dreams sent a shiver through her spine.

Rosa slid off the window sill and felt a cold breeze pass through her nightgown. She shivered and placed on a big purple hoodie, the hoodie went down to cover her butt and her nightgown stuck out an inch. She quietly walked down the stairs, not to wake up anyone, and wasn't to surprised to see her aunt their, it was six in the morning. Her aunt looked at her, with concern clearly written on her face. "Yeah, I had another um...nightmare" Rosa said with a sigh before her aunt could say anything. It wasn't the first time her aunt knew about this, even if they didn't see each other as much as they did when Rosa was little, her aunt still knew about her frequent nightmares.

"Are you alright dear?" Her aunt asked moving around in the kitchen to where her purse was and slung it on her shoulder. Rosa nodded, and her aunt gave her one last look before she left for work. Rosa sat there on a chair and looked at the time. She sighed and walked back upstairs, she passed by her room and walked towards Pipper's room. She opened the door slowly and walked inside, she wanted to go to her friend and tell her about her dream Pip, as Rosa liked to call her, would understand her, she wouldn't be mad with her later about waking her up but... Rosa looked down at her friend sleeping and sat in the arm chair across the bed. She opened her mouth but remained speechless, she knew she shouldn't wake her up just because she was awake. Rosa sighed and returned to her room, she slipped off the hoodie and curled back in bed. She could wait an hour or so, she could and she would, but she wouldn't dare fall back asleep, she hated nightmares.

[Queen Aradell]

♠ Johnathon Christopher Wayland ♠

''I fight for what I believe is right
I'll defeat my enemies
And they'll never know it's me

The handsome blonde leaned forward, his eyes examining the book in front of him. Jace, as he liked to be called, had been there all night, researching on a certain someone. Unlike most of the others, basically only Lillith, Jace didn't really like Kalona, something was off about the man. He was a fallen angel, from what Jace has read, Kalona had fallen from Goddess Morgana's grace when they both fell in love with each other. It was wrong for an angel and a goddess to ever feel that emotion, but Kalona still forced Morgana to break the rules and for that was banished. Jace closed shut the book, seeing as it wouldn't give any more information then he already knew. He leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes, he was tired after staying up all night researching not only on Kalona but also on his already awesome powers. He was a shape-shifter, but he could only shape-shift into animals, Jace wanted to see if he could enhance his powers, hence his researching on other shape-shifters.

A vampire lady passed by behind him, the girl was part of Lillith's army, meaning she'd live here too. Jace opened his eyes and took the book he had gotten and walked out, it'd be better if no one knew of his doubts. He walked up two flights of stairs and walked into his room. On the highest of floors was were the most powerful and important creatures were, including himself, the leader Lillith, Darius and the lovely Tatianna. Jace put down the book on a desk and smiled to himself. Ah, Tatianna, she was beautiful and very much like him. He sat down in front of an old fire place and stared at it. Some maid must have passed by if the fire was going, he looked into it and concentrate on the form of a lion.

He concentrated and felt himself slowly transform, sitting in front of the fire place wasn't Jace but a strong and graceful lion. He grunted and switched into a hawk. His wings outstretched he heard someone walking down the hall and switched back into his human form. Another reason he liked, as in friends or whatever, Tatianna so much was that they were the perfect team, she could communicate with animals and he could become them. When he was transformed into an animal no one could understand them but her. The footsteps stopped and Lillith appeared at his door. He listened to her talk but she seemed un a hurry and left before he could say anything. Though he knew she'd hear him with her super hearing when Jace said sarcastically "Of course my lord, it'll be my ultimate pleasure to go find her." Jace always flirted majorly with Tatianna, but it meant nothing, he had a crued humour too sometimes. He got up and closed the door to his room. Lillith seemed well happier, she must have visited Dimitri, but poor guy Lillith was too much blinded by Kalona to be with the guy.

Jace slid on a brand new shirt and a pair of jeans. He ruffled his hair and walked down the hall towards Tatianna's room. Jace knocked on the door nce and opened it, he knew Tatianna would probably lecture him about waiting outside, but he wouldn't be seeing anything he never saw from anyone else. Jace walked in and sat down on Tatianna's bed and said "Tat, I have to get you and bring you to the weapons room so hurry up! Lillith's orders." He suspected Tatianna was the bathroom, since he could hear the water running from the shower.

[Queen Aradell]

Melanie ♥ Ann Fray !

_____________ Miss Finger-In-Throat

It seemed like only moments ago she lay sprawled in bed, doing absolutely nothing. She had a dream, and it kinda freaked her out. She dreamt of food, not for the first time and it always left her hungry when she woke up. Which definetely wasn't a good thing, food was not her friend, no it was the enemy who was out to make her fat. Ok, she knew she was being melodramatic but hey, it was a fun way to think that food was out to get her. It made her want to eat it less. Now she had to get up, which she wished she didn’t, but she had to go to breakfast. Which was such a stupid thing, seriously she didn’t want to go but it seemed like the Green Springs nurses were watching you. Especially for those with her kind of disorder, they made sure she ate something, just a little something.

Melanie had eaten nothing but a piece of bread this morning, and she already felt it churn in her stomach. I can’t puke now, maybe later she thought, placing a delicate hand on her stomach. This place is bullshit she thought, frowning. It was like being stuck in your own personal hell, being constantly reminded that something’s wrong with you. Even if it’s supposed to help her out, Melanie felt it best to just do what they want so she could get the hell out of here. But in some way, she didn’t want to get better, no not when it would make her parents go crazy again. “Maybe they should be here” she mumbled and brushed a wick of hair behind her ear. Who cared by now though, she tried to have fun where ever she was and that’s what made her fun to be around.

Melanie walked down the hall and back to her room, where she could change into a better outfit. Yeah she was already dressed, but she wanted to wear something more...comfortable. She remembered that there were going to be new comers to this hell hole. Shame, because they'd make this place all the more depressing with their sob stories and depressed air. They sucked, new comers, they should let loose more and not be depressing, but she couldn't say to much about that, because she was pretty depressed herself, especially since it wasn't too long ago, Melanie still remembered. When she had first come, Mel had been pretty depressed, for a week at least. It didn't help that her father had to drag her by the hair to bring her here. Well, maybe not literally but her father needed three other people's help to get her in the car. Mel's sudden strenght was surprising, adrenaline could do that to you. Though once in the car, she slept the whole way there. She remembered her father actually saying good bye to her, or it was more like he was saying good bye to his little golden girl. That's what he called her when they thought she was perfect or when they pushed her as hell so she can be perfect. The name made her want to gag just as easily as food made her want to gag.

Her father stopped calling her his golden girl a long time ago, which made her glad. What sucked even worse was she couldn't vent her feelings with any sibling. No all she had was her friends, which wasn't bad. But her friends at school never understood. She bored them with her whiny venting which is why Melanie doesn't vent any more. You have to give people breaks, they all deserve some peace and quiet. Though right now, Mel wanted to find her friend Brianna. Now that was some one who understood her and they could have fun. But Mel could only guess where her friend was. She walked down the hall and spotted her friend near the rec room. A smile spread on Mel's face and she walked towards Bri.

She envied the girl for how skinny she was, Mel wanted to be like that but she knew what happened to Bri, how she woke up in the hospital. After hearing that, you'd think it would make her not to puke up her meals. But Mel couldn't stop. The nurses hear even said she'd have to undergo a lot of therapy. Mel walked up to her friend and smiled at her. "Hey Bri, ready for those new comers?" She said and rolled her eyes, her friend would know that Mel was simply joking around, that it meant nothing. She already noticed that they were about to come in. She'd seen one guy walked in already, while she had been aimlessly walking down the halls. "I hope they bring several hot guys, I desperatly need a change of scenary" she said teasingly, more to herself and smiled. Not that there weren't any hot guys already, well now that she tought about, she hadn't really been thinking about anyone but herself. She'd couldn't decline the fact she was self-absorbed.

[Queen Aradell]

♠ James Stark ♠

I'm the beta wolf of my pack
Yes, I'm a wolf
Well, I'm actually a werewolf

The handsome blonde boy opened his eyes and glanced around the roon. At first nothing registered. The last he remember was walking home from the night of Hecate's festival his 'pack 'through. His 'pack'was more like a band of friend then a mutual understanding. But James Stark didn't remember going into a hotel or something. He just remembered walking... Stark, which wasn't his real last name and their was a reason why he changed it, sat up and glanced around the room again. He remembered more of it now, walking down the lonely street. It had been dark outside and he'd chosen to take a short cut, instead of walking the cold streets of Russia. He'd thought he was seeing things, a moving shadow. Guess he was wrong, it turned out that shadow was a man whom strucked him in back of the head to knock him out. Stark's fingers softly touched the back of his head, half expecting to feel a bump forming there. He let his hand drop to his side and finaly looked around, carefully taking in everything. He was in a living, and there were others there. Ten other people, with three whom were already awake.

Stark looked at a striking girl with red hair as she slammed a phone back down. He was confused, he glanced down at a table and an envelope with his name printed on the front caught his eye. Curiously he grabbed it, oblivious to the four who were awake around him, he read the letter. He read over the first setence and frowned. He crumbled up the piece of paper into a tiny ball of nothing and let it dropped to the ground. Now what the hell was this? The only things he ever knew existed were obviously humans, since he had to live amongst them, vampires, his pack was well acquainted with several of the vamps and he knew of the witches because two of them had helped him out when he needed it. But faeries, demons, mermaids, elves, shape-shifters, demons and psychics? No, that he never knew existed. But was it really a surprise? By now nothing really caught him by surprise.

Stark listened to what the girl with red hair said and rolled his eyes. A hot tub would be fine to have, but he'd much rather return back to his ******** place in Baia. He knew for one thing that he had been kidnapped by the stupid government, and he made a mental vow, that as soon as the six months were over he'd find those guys and show them how wrong they were to kidnap him. He glanced around the room and a frown was still on his face, his golden eyes blaze angrily. They were experiments, bah! Well this experiment wanted a damn beer. He only ever consumed alcohol when he was angry or stressed. He stood up gracefully from the couch he'd sat on and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes landed on a cute girl with blonde hair and black like eyes. The girl seemed to be, no she was crying. Stark looked away quickly and walked towards the fridge.

He looked through it for anything to drink and his eyes fell on the beer. Yeah it wasn't exactly what he wanted, but right now was no time to drink any more then that. He grabbed it and looked at the girl with the red hair. Her remark about killing the human boy to get the hot tub, made a smile spread across his face. The girl showed her fangs, though it was pretty obvious to Stark she was a vampire. Or he had guessed at least. "I'm sure if you killed him, they'd just replace him. I'm pretty sure they don't give a damn about us." Stark stated lazily in his thick accent. Now that he thought of it, it was probably true. If the girl ever killed the boy, he would bet that they'd still be stuck in here with a new human boy. And the human boy was in the kitchen as well, and he seemed very talkative. And the boy spoke in french, funny as the boy probably knew most people didn't understand. But he understood how the boy must like speaking in that language, which Stark knew a little of, since he liked speaking with his heavy Russian. Stark's gaze returned to the girl with the beautiful blonde hair. He'd heard her stutter a few words before when he was still on the couch and he looked at her curiously. He hated when people cried, some weakness he'd gotten by being with a pack sister Tatianna who was very emotional and had depended on him for support no one else wanted to give it.

Stark took a sip from the beer and went to go sit down next to the girl. As much as he hated being here, if he was stuck here for six months with these people, it would be best if they got along. If the people who kidnapped them saw that they got along. there was a chance they would be set free. But that was merely Stark being hopeful. He took another sip of the beer and set it down next to him. He looked at the girl and said "You know there's no point in crying" he stated with a heavy russian accent, he tried to tone it down a little "Things could be a lot worse" he said, trying to looked on the bright side of things. He glanced at the girl side ways and said "We could be chained to the wall instead." But as he said those words, he knew that it probably wouldn't go with the reason as to why there here. He was sure they weren't meant to be harmed... or this could be a twisted man's way of fun. He took a sip of his beer and said to the girl, trying to make her not cry, has he mentioned he hated girls that looked like they were going to cry or crying "By the way, I'm Stark" he said lazily, his accent toned down very muh so it almost sounded like english. He looked out a window with gold hooded eyes and moved back to were he'd woken up, his gaze was still on the girl but he looked around the room, studying it's every detail.

[Queen Aradell]

Melanie ♥ Ann Fray !

_____________ Miss Finger-In-Throat

Melanie pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. The stupid piece of hair kept falling in her eyes and she felt like cutting it off, though she never would dare to cut her hair. Mel let out a soft laugh on the comment her friend made about how all the hot guys seem to have issues. “Yes, I agree" she said a flashed Bri a smile “I find it makes them all the more interesting” It was true though, it made the guy more interesting if they were as boring as hell with their life, claiming to be perfect like some she knew at her old school. Though it did make them depressed more or that just depends on the person right? Mel looked at her friend Bri and a smile could still be found on the girl’s face. No matter what Mel loved her friend. She knew that somehow they had formed a strong friendship together. Whether good or bad, Mel for one didn’t care. Mel depended on her friend, as she was sure her friend depended on her sometimes. Would you have ever been friends if it weren’t for your issues? A tiny voice asked in the back of Mel’s mind. She shoved the thought away and her brown eyes shone brightly. Of course they would still be friends; this was just something else in their lives, something they both dealt with.

That’s what made Mel loved about Bri, they both knew what the other what going through. Bri had anorexia, and Mel was more bulimic, or at least that's what the doctors said now. She had accepted that, but she knew Bri would never look at her differently. Melanie would never see a look of disgust nor would her friend ever stay away from her like she was some contagious disease. To Mel, that was just a part of the friendship. She wouldn’t have to hear every moment she was killing herself nor would she ever have to suffer seeing a look of pure hatred, just like her parents use to give her. Mel shuddered slightly remembering their cold black eyes, filled with hatred and disgust for their own daughter. Though her father said he always spoke the truth. The truth was something Mel wasn’t afraid of; sometimes it needed to be said. The truth was hurtful but it was sometimes necessary. Mel knew though, that Bri would always tell her the truth if Mel wanted to hear it. The expression ‘The truth will set you free’ crossed her mind. Now that was perhaps the stupidest thing she ever heard. The truth will always leave one person crying at night, alone in their room. No one is ever free of the truth and the hurt it brings, at least once in everyone’s life the truth will leave them sobbing.

Melanie was shaken out of her ever going thoughts when her friend hooked her arm through hers. It was funny how so many thoughts can go through one’s mind in a blink of an eye. Mel held her arm firmly through Bri’s and flashed Bri a smile as well. “I think the new freaks will need a warm welcome” Mel said teasingly. She knew her friend was awfully nosey, just a Bri knew Mel wasn’t always the nicest person to others that weren’t her friends. Mel smiled and let herself be led by Bri. At the front doors she caught a glimpse of two new comers. Yes, the boy was cute, piss off obviously but cute. She looked over at the girl and noticed that Bri too was looking at the new comers. The girl was pretty; Mel couldn’t help but notice that the girl was naturally thin. She envied her for being naturally thin. Though if Mel were that size she knew she’d want to be thinner. Mel looked away, she shouldn’t be jealous or envy anyone, she remembered her therapist saying that doing those simple things would make her feel worst about herself. Well, screw him, he knew of nothing useful. She stole a glance at the girl and caught sight of her the girl’s bandages, she easily guessed that she cut herself.

Though, she made no judgement, how could she judge anyone who steps through those glass doors when she herself was stuck behind them. Mel glanced sideways towards her friend, she knew about her cutting herself. She didn’t know much but she knew that once Bri use to cut herself, it was like an addiction. That was something Mel could relate too, sometimes the puking just wasn’t enough for her. No, she needed more, something to blind her from the world. To let her be free, to let her forget about her parents, how fat she was, let her forget about everything. That was when she was introduced to drugs by a friend, which wasn’t really her friend since he let Mel take the drugs. She was a crack head for a year maybe; it was so great to forget everything. But it was wrong and that was something Mel was able to escape, not shortly after seeing a girl paralyzed because she really was addicted to it. Those were sad times sure, but Mel did her best to forget them and not go around telling everyone the story. Some of her friends knew sure, even some of those old friends who promised to stick by her but in the end they never did. Mel sighed, and was glad to still feel her friends arm hooked with hers. Mel knew that she meant as much to Bri as Bri meant to her.

She needed the girl or she’d drive herself crazy without her, without a friend, she'd be alone. Melanie tried to shrug away depressing thoughts of the past, and smiled at her friend. There was no point in having a sad Mel, no she would be happy and she was hoping on trying to scare away the new comers before their lives ended here. But she still didn’t know how... She looked at the two first new comers and wondered how many more were coming. She voiced her thoughts aloud to Bri “Do you know how many more suckers are coming?” she said and smiled “I kinda want to scare the hell out of them, maybe that would save them from this place” Mel said teasingly and smiled, her teeth were luckily still white. She remembered being told that if she continued puking her teeth would start to turn black and they literally start falling out. Which was gross, Mel liked her teeth and that’s why every moment she got now, she smiled to show off her straight white teeth. Mel clung to her friend and stared at the two new comers. “Welcome to the circus, may your lives be over” she said, loud enough for Bri to hear but not anyone else. Her tone was sad, but she knew they’d make it through. It was simply a matter of looking good in front of the doctors and nurses, and then you could sneak out and do whatever s**t you normally did.

[Queen Aradell]

♠ James Stark ♠

I'm the beta wolf of my pack
Yes, I'm a wolf
Well, I'm actually a werewolf

The handsome russian's eyes gazed around the room. He wondered if they had cameras tapping them, making sure they didn't leave. That didn't sound to far off, they probably had the whole place under watchful eyes. Kind of creepy he thought and ran his fingers through his golden hair. The blonde girl was crying hard and Stark's hooded gaze went back to her. He was pretty sure that the girl was crying for more then being just kidnapped. There must be some deeper reason as to why she was crying so hard, prehaps too many depressing thoughts clouded her mind. She looked vulnerable crying, to Stark's eyes he could tell she didn't want to cry. With good reason probably, if she didn't stop crying most would think she's weak. His golden eyes shone brightly and he looked away. No, he couldn't stand looking at the girl when she was crying. He wanted to comfort her but there's nothing very comforting about a stranger patting your back. The girl reminded him of Tatianna, his little sister. Well, not really his little sister, but he regarded her as a sibling, they were all within the same pack. He would always protect Tatianna, he couldn't stand seeing her upset. Though, she easily grew uoset, the girl was very emotional. But Stark was always there for her and he was always there to beat up the people who tried to annoy her.

That's the role he'd token up for her, Tatianna's life was hard enough as it was. He was only there to make it better. She would describe him as a protective sweetheart. Most people would think of Stark as a badass, as someone you didn't want to get mad. He was aggressive, always was. That's how he'd gotten thrown into jail, he was caught in the middle of a fight and the police only caught him. Though, he couldn't do anything because if he had change into his wolf form, things would have been a lot worse. He would have been sent into someone place locked away. He looked around the room and rolled his eyes. He would have been held captive like he was now. So it wouldn't have made much of a difference now would it? Stark's lazy golden gaze was returned to the blonde girl when she spoke. Why would they do this? he thought, the girl looked upset, scare. Stark honestly wondered too, why couldn't they simply ask willing volunteers to go. Instead they had to kidnap eleven creatures. Anger fluttered inside him and he really felt like letting it all out.

Stark looked back at the girl and felt himself calm down a little. No point in causing a scene when some were already scared, confused or angry enough on their own. He stared at the girl "Why?" he said a few seconds after the girl had spoken. "They'd do this cause it's a man twisted way of 'trying out' his theory." he said lazily, he was still angered with the fact that could have all been avoided; just somehow there must have been a way. "We are to them just fun little puppets, they think they can take us away from our lives because they have nothing better to do" he said exasperatedly. Stark was being sarcastic, and knew that there was more in depths to the reason why. He just didn't know, and he'd much rather think the worst of them to fuel his hatred on Section 666. Who were those idiots? Stark sighed and glanced around at the others.

He noticed three more had woken up, one sortly after him, and one had woken up recently. The boy who'd woken up a little after him had declared he was a psychic and said he already knew who they were. He gazed at the boy and classified him as being annoying. And if they ever got in a fight somehow, Stark would save his punch for something worth it. Well, maybe not, but Stark made a small vow to try and get along with these people. After, when they were free, could he punch them if he still wanted to? Then there had been a girl who'd woken up, seeing her pointy ears, he guessed she was an elf. Which was still surprising for him to see, considering he only knew werewolves, humans, vampires and witches existed? Yes, he could remember the witch’s very well... one beautiful black haired girl in particular. He shrugged away the thoughts and his gaze snapped back to the blonde girl as the elf girl approached her. The elf girl laid a hand on the blondes shoulder and said it would be alright or something like that.

Stark's gaze became guarded, even if he didn't want to, he was ready to spring up and defend the blonde girl if the elf girl tried anything. But that was stupid; he almost hated the blonde girl for crying now. She made him want to protect her, shield her from the bad, just like it was for Tatianna. His eyes turned cold, unreadable. If the men he saw before was psychic, then Stark would have to leave his mind blank more often. He cleared his mind and let himself become like ice itself. Stark's gaze was still on the blond girl, throughout his trail of thoughts. His thoughts went rushing through his mind so quickly. He heard the girl speak again and smiled at her. So her name was Lucy? Somehow, Stark found that name suited her. He looked into the girl's eyes and noticed for the first time that her eyes were now pink-ish, with some gray it in. Stark prevented himself from frowning, hadn't her eyes been black before? Interesting, he guessed that her eyes must change colors. "Lucy, nice name" he stated in his lazy tone.

Stark’s gaze went to the striking red head, who introduced herself as Charlotte. He listened to what she had said about if the people who kidnapped them didn’t care about them they wouldn’t be in a mansion. He grunted in agreement, he’d much rather the people didn’t care about them. But then again, if they didn’t care then it would be much worse. He sighed and looked at the blonde haired girl, Lucy; he would have to get use to calling them by their names. He was curious as to who was who. From the letter he read he could guess who was who more easily, it helped that the elf had pointy ears, making it obvious. There was the psychic who had proudly declared that, and he guess that the blonde hair girl was either a mermaid or a fairy, but he leaned more towards mermaid because the other girl that was in the kitchen more suited a fairy. Or at least that’s what Stark thought. He glanced down at the empty beer bottle he held. He looked at Lucy “You’ll probably feel better if you drank something” he said lazily, but his voice held a note of normality. Stark didn’t exactly mean the girl should start drinking, but maybe she would stop crying if she had something in her mouth, or something to preoccupied herself with.

[Queen Aradell]

Melanie ♥ Ann Fray !

_____________ Miss Finger-In-Throat

Melanie repressed a sigh and glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to be talking with at least one person. The comment she had made earlier about ‘welcome to the circus’ apparently wasn’t only heard by Bri and herself. A pretty girl with black hair had replied something Mel didn’t quite catch. Mel never was the silent type, not a loud mouth no, she hated those kinds of people who just couldn’t shut up! She then remembered seeing the boy Dillian; yes she did know his name but didn’t talk to him, he approached the black haired girl with the cuts. Mel tilted her head to the side and noticed Bri look up to Mel. She looked back at her friend and when she unhooked their arms, she realized that her friend wanted to go see the Kallie girl. She flashed her friend a smile, which meant only good things for her friend. It made Mel glad that her friend wanted to talk with the girl, better that they get to know every new comer if they had to spend their times with them.

Mel leaned against the wall and watched as Bri approached the other girl Kallie. Honestly, the girl looked fine, very sociable for one and Mel didn’t feel like Kallie was the mean type of person. Mel also knew Bri well enough that she had to build some confidence to go walk over to the girl, that’s why Mel had flashed her a smile, even if Bri couldn’t see it, Mel wished that Bri would forget about her outlook. Mel sometimes wanted to be more like her friend, not just skinny wise but Mel didn’t find herself beautiful. How could she? All her life she’s been told she was ugly, stupid, fat. Then when she wasn’t fat anymore to other people’s eyes, she was too skinny for them. No matter what, she was always told she was ugly. Yeah, boo who for her. She got over it, but her self-esteem was still bruised. People don’t think she sees what she’s doing to herself, she knows that she’s really skinny, but to Mel’s eyes, she was still that fat girl her parents hated.

And even if Mel sometimes saw herself for how she looked like, she just couldn’t stop. She was diagnosed with bulimia; she can’t stop puking even if she wanted to. When food came in her system, sometimes it stayed there for awhile but it would always come back up. She wondered how she looked to the others, ultra skinny perhaps. An ugly parasite, which should be locked up in a room? When she noticed Bri had introduced herself to the girl and the girl had answer back happily, talking to more than one person, something seem to take place inside Melanie, she missed so much. Mel’s head followed a noise, someone clearing their throat and saw it was one of the new guys. Melanie looked away and walked towards the front doors made of glass. She missed going out, having fun with more than one friend, she secluded herself now more then she normally would. Mel touched the handle of the door. How she wished she could go back outside, but then she’d miss out on a chance at making new friends and she wouldn’t be with Bri anymore. But stuck in this place she couldn’t ever have a boyfriend. She smiled to herself, what was up with her, second time today she thought of boys.

She looked at the reflection of herself given off by the glass doors. She remembered her old boyfriend Damon, but they’d gone out so long ago. No one wanted to go out with her, not when she was that skinny but Mel still didn’t see why people thought she was skinny. Could they not see how her legs were so fat! She sighed silently. Why am I doing this to myself? She thought. Thinking of gorgeous Damon, thinking about how long it’s been since someone dared to call her beautiful. If someone called her that now, they’d probably be drunk and stoned, and they would have probably have to hit their head against a wall. She turned away from the door and suddenly felt very tired. She was depressing herself, not a good thing, she wasn’t here for depression. Why though? Why was she doing this?

Melanie shook herself from the thoughts and looked back to her friend Bri. She smiled and walked up to one of the passing nurses, whom was in the room next to everyone else. “Um, can I go outside for a sec. I need to clear my mind.” Mel said in a low voice, looking up at the nurse with faked happy eyes. The nurse scowled at her and said in an unnaturally calm voice “Dear, you can’t go out, especially not now” Mel met the nurse’s gaze straight on and said “Why not? It’s only for a sec. You can even watch me through the windows” Mel gestured towards the glass doors connected to the glass windows. The nurse shook her head, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but Melanie interrupted her. Mel through her hands up, and gave a silent sigh of exasperation “Whatever!” she mumbled under her breath and started too turned away when the nurse called back at her. “Melanie, would you like to go see the therapist now? Maybe he can help clear your mind instead dear.” Mel gave a side glance towards the nurse and shook her head. Like he'd care about what I was thinking of now she thought, she'd never really talked to the therapist about anything like Damon, she simply kept it to a simple conversation. She followed the tape on the wall, out of the room, that lead to her own bedroom. Maybe now was the time to empty her stomach from mornings breakfast.

[Queen Aradell]

♠ Johnathon Stark Herondale ♠

I'm the young sarcastic prince
And I can't help how I feel
I will love you or hate you, nothing in between

The handsome blonde woke up today with a feeling he couldn’t shake off. A feeling of ‘something big is going to happen’, though, he didn’t know whether to think of it as a bad thing or a good thing, the feeling had stuck with him from the moment he woke up. And now he sat in the dining room, his fingers tapping the table irritably. If something bad was going to happen, he didn’t want to do anything to provoke it, but he wasn’t going to stay locked inside his father’s castle the whole time. At the same time, he was dying to quench the feeling of anticipation. The golden boy ran his fingers through his hair and let out a small sigh of annoyance. He was going to drive himself crazy if he didn’t do something, anything at all. Stark the footsteps before she spoke, her voice low and shy. “Prince Stark? Are you alright...?” the young servant asked warily, not wanting to disturb him. Stark turned around, not startled by her approach. He’d heard her come before anyone else would, no thanks to his enhanced wolf senses. He stood up from his chair, glad for the distraction. He set his intense gaze on the girl, and saw her shift uncomfortably.

“Hello my dear” he said and flashed a smile. The girl smiled back politely and blushed. Now, Stark knew he was attractive and he used that against girls, he use to be a major player, no so much now. “I’m fine Luna, anything else?” He said arching an eyebrow towards Luna. She moved backwards, trying to take slow, unnoticeable steps. But Stark noticed and she stopped backing up and said “No nothing else sorry I bothered you...” Luna trailed off as Stark approached her. He had already gotten several servants fired because he had fooled around with them, no further then kissing though! And he had actually already gone out with Luna many times before, but his father grew suspicious and well, his mother had caught them and she lectured him about how he must keep up with his titled as prince. Luna stiffened as Stark moved her aside and walked out the door, poor girl, he had never meant to freak her out. He was pretty sure his mother had spoken something with her to make her this skittish.

Stark sighed and entered back into the dining room, Luna hadn’t moved an inch since. He leaned against the door’s frame and said “Actually, Luna? I do need you to go deliver a message for my mother, tell her I’m going out for awhile...to think” Luna nodded, her black curls bouncing up and down. He grabbed her hand and planted a gentle kiss; he looked up at her and winked. Luna blushed, unable to move. Stark turned around and smiled lazily to himself. He was a gentleman, though sometimes he was plainly being more of a jerk. He heard Luna scurry away and Stark headed for the hidden door he used to escape from the castle unnoticed. He pushed opened the door, it creaked with the pressure and Stark walked out into the warm day. He closed the door behind him silently and glanced around. No one was in sight, he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could hear no one either.

Before him, a deep lush’s forest stretched out. He loved the cover of the forest; it was more of a home to him then the castle. Stark cracked his knuckles and started to jog slowly towards the forest. He wasn’t lying when he told Luna to tell his mother he needed some air to think. That feeling hadn’t left him, but he was ready for the worst to come. Stark started to sprint and he was suddenly running on all fours. He wasn’t one to show off his powers or his wolf form, but when he was alone and needed to think, being in his wolf formed he was connected to the earth even more and could think more clearly. Now his feeling was a feeling of good anticipation, something was going to happen and he was dying to know what. He wouldn’t be mistaken for a wolf, no, maybe the mermaids wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, but he was too big and his eyes held to much emotion. Stark stopped running and snarled a bit, he hated the mermaids, the ‘rulers’ of the sea. They were careless and they were the ones who started this war, they were hateful. But Stark knew deep down though, that he was simply judging on what all werewolves thought, he wasn’t one to judge others without reason but this hatred ran deep into his culture. Stark changed back into his human form and glanced around. He was far, far away from his home. He walked slowly forward and sensed there was a clearing before seeing it. He pushed aside a willow trees branches and stepped into a clearing. Stark walked deeper into the clearing, he walked over to a tree and sank down on the ground. He placed his face in his hands and sighed, he was exhausted.

[Queen Aradell]

The small hairs on her arms rose as a soft breeze passed over her. A soft breeze coming from nowhere she could identify. Chloe Saunders was surrounded by a blissful blackness, she breathed in slowly, feeling very relaxed. Colors played along the inside of her eyelids, bright pink to soft oranges. The colors were indeed interesting to look at, as it changed its form and color. She turned her head to the side, trying to escape the light and return to that blissful darkness. But it was already too late; she had awoken from her sleep and knew she’d have to wake up. Why thought, was a questioned that crossed her mind often, bout many things in life. Like why had the heir of Vethesia left? She knew, briefly what Aria planned on doing, she didn’t need to endlessly worry about the girl. But she still wondered why, but never dared asked for fear she might not want to know the answer. And another why, why was she fearful of some truths? Would it kill her? Of course not, but as truthful as Chloe was, when she was the one who needed to hear the truth, she was always reluctant. What if it were something very bad, one of these days though, she had a feeling she’d have to hear and talk about subjects that she unwillingly wanted to talk about. And she always wondered why one’s mind can wonder of on subjects it knows best not to think about? When one should be doing something else...she should be doing something else.

Chloe sat upright, gasping for breath after such an abrupt awakening. Her eyes squinted into the light that filled the room up now. As she continued to stare at it her eyes adjusted and she realized that she had left the light on...and the window open, so that was where the mysterious breeze came from. She got up shakily, still groggy with sleep, and staggered over towards the window. She glanced outside; below her she could spot houses from afar and up close. She would have loved to simply stay there, doing nothing but stare outside, but she shut the window and sighed angrily. She had fallen asleep on the couch! She was supposed to be cleaning the room, not sleeping! She grew angry with herself, her inner voice scolding her for slacking off, and another voice inside her mind arguing as to why she had the right to slack off.

She remembered walking into the room last night, her cleaning supplies still remaining in the corner as she noticed, and was suppose to do just that; clean the room. She was a servant and followed her mother into it, as her mother was already one of the many servants for the queen. Though never did Chloe complain and later on did she more or less become the heir’s personal servant, but still did general clean up around the castle. But yesterday night was her turn to clean this room and she had gone straight into cleaning the windows. But she grew tired, without much sleep gained the night before, since her house creaked endlessly during the night. Her eyes started to blur up and she chose to close her eyes for a second and rest. Turns out she fell asleep on the couch, leaving the window open and the light on. She sighed, she had been stupid but now that she was awake, she might as well make herself useful.

Chloe walked out of the room, making sure it looked like she had cleaned it; she simply rearranged the displaced items. Walking down the hall, she heard a muster of murmurs; two people were heatedly discussing what should be done to find the heir. She could not help but roll her eyes, she heard so much about it. She knew it was a very, very big issue. If she didn’t know that Aria was safe, she’d be joining the two figures in their conversation. Though, sometimes she felt odd that he knew the heir was safe and what she was doing, when the queen simply wanted to know if anyone knew any additional information. But Chloe was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and it would stay that way, she crossed her heart and hoped t die. Though, no one really hopes to die, she for sure didn’t want to die now, not when she sensed an adventure was up ahead in her future.

She passed the murmurs of voices and entered a new hall. She could hear her shoes hitting the floor with a thud as she walked down the hall. A glimpse of a reflection caught her eyes. The hall had a window that ran across the wall, there she caught the reflection of herself, and she stared at the girl who looked horrible. Her hair was a wild mane of gold; it was made obvious that she had slept shortly before. Her eyes felt puffy to the touch as her fingertips gently touched under her eyes. Dark circles appeared under her eyes as well, dark circles of sleepless nights. This, in her case, was the problem. She hadn’t fallen asleep at all this week really, unable to fall asleep in her own home. The only thing that appeared lively, were her bright jade eyes, which stare back, reflecting her horror. She tried to desperately comb her wild hair, but failed in the end. She gave a small sigh and glanced down at the dress she was wearing. It was the same one from last night, though she knew no one would notice that. Only her mother would know, because she was the only who saw her last night. Chloe shook her head at her lack of care, with another sigh, she continued to walk aimlessly, trying to wake herself up and get her mind running properly.

Chloe continued to walk and could see Pax from where she stood. And there she also saw Damien and a blonde girl Jasmine, to whom Chloe guessed was who Damien, went to go see. She was well aware of Pax’s suspicions about Damien, and was reminded of that as she saw them. She didn’t like nor did trust the guy, and he honestly scare her. As much as she wanted to help Aria and perhaps protect her from him somehow, she knew that if he wielded his magic on her, she’d back down. Magic scared her so very much, maybe because she didn’t have any but magic was unknown to her and the unknown scared her. Whether they had met up by accident, she could see that the three were there. Chloe continued to walk towards them, trying not to seem uncertain of herself. She approached shyly; she was hesitant around the others, feeling like she didn’t belong. But she knew they wanted to find the heir, and she did to, but to warn her about Damien and she was sure Pax wanted to help the heir as well, by keeping her away from her cousin.

Chloe was familiar with all the news about the heir and how everyone wanted her back, the other before planned on going to her, so Chloe decided she might as well tag along if she ever wanted to get anywhere. She was perhaps the only one who had a brief idea about where the heir was and what she was planning to do. She stopped near the three, and with a soft voice asked, though she at least thought she spoke aloud, her voice was soft and still groggy with sleep “Are y’all talking about Aria? You planning on finding her yet?” Chloe was curious, she swore she had heard the girl's name being mentioned. You're suppose to be in the kitchen, where all the other servants are. You're not suppose to be here The thought flashed through her mind and left it as quickly as it had come. She had the urge to flee and go to the kitchen, but if they were talking about Aria, maybe she could help some how, Chloe stayed put with the strenght of her curiousity, though she seemed very fidgety.



♫ And who we are
Has brought us here
And I'm not running from tonight
And I'm not running from tonight
And where we are standing
Is the beginning
And I'm not running from tonight
I'm not running from tonight ♫