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Jon stood on the hill overlooking the wreckage that used to be his house. All of the witches had arrived. They stood in the circle and chanted the spell. Suddenly, Wyatt began floating in the air, his body glowing. When the intensity of the light coming from him had reached its peak a forcefield was flung out, trapping everyone and everything within a 2 mile radius.

Jon looked around. The forcefield had blown him back. He had wisped away in time to avoid hitting a rock behind him. When he had rematerialized a few feet away, he noticed that not everyone had been able to do the same. Paige and Piper were on the ground next to each other, knocked unconscious. Phoebe was nearby, but was protected by an invulnerability spell. Brook and Maddie were knocked unconscious as well. Mark had grabbed Austin in time, and was just shimmering back to the spot. Wyatt was nowhere to be found.

Fear rushed through Jon. He could tell Phoebe's invulnerability spell was barely holding. Her arm was bleeding. He never intended her to fight. He couldn't bear the thought of putting her unborn child at risk, but there just simply wasn't enough of them to fight off the beasts. She would have to join in the battle.

((You could have your character (or characters if you wish) be standing just inside the barrier. She could of traveled to see Matt or someone and just happened to be withing range when the spell was cast.a))

((Matt was the character I used in our first RP, Searching for Friends. I started this subforum to try and continue the story left off in the H.I.D.E.N.N. guild. Matt went evil and was betrayed by a fellow demon by the way... Jon is his twin brother that I introduced a long time ago.))

((And I'm not quite sure why everyone would have appeared in front of you. Lets just say you were magically transported to the site. I have a character that I havent told anyone about that has been pushing the coven along and helping them out from time to time.))

Jon turned to see a girl standing in the middle of their little group. He began swirling the air into a ball in his hand in preparations to attack. "Who are you?"

((I think Jon has met Harmony... I think. Actually, I dont think he has, but for simplicity I'm just going to say he has. I dont feel like RP'ing the can I trust you stuff. It always takes too long))

((And no, Jon isn't evil. My character Mark is though... kinda. Everyone knows he's evil, but at the same time he works for whoever pays the highest, and he's friends with Austin. So they kinda trust him.... This RP has been goin on for a while. It's gonna be hard to explain a lot, lol))

Jon disarmed, and motioned to Mark and Drake (forgot about him) to do the same. Jon squinted his eyes and looked close. "Harmony?"

"If she a friend of Roman, 'en we might not wan 'to tust 'er." Mark may have disarmed, but he was still ready to strike if needed.

"No. We can trust her." He smiled, which kind of hurt his face. He hadn't smiled in a while. " Guys, this is Harmony. She was part of Matt's original coven." ((I think...))

Austin cocked his head to the side. He realized he didn't know anything about Matt's past, and he wondered how well this girl would take the news about Matt's death.

Jon lowered his head. "Uh... Matt is, uh..."

"Ma'ie's girlfriend stabbed 'im in 'e back." Mark grinned. He didnt realize it, but he was letting his british accent slip. He normally tried to keep it sophisticated.

"Shut up Mark!" Jon send a little gust under Mark's feet to knock him over. "Matt got a taste for power and, well, didn't handle it too well." He paused. "He's dead Harmony."

" 'e name's Mark, at your service." He smiled and kissed her hand.

"Bring it down a notch loverboy. She's not one of your targets you can seduce and kill in a back alley..."

" 'ey, get your facts strait. Oui usually let 'em doiy in 'er own beds." He grinned. " 'ey olways doiy a... 'appy... deaf."

"You're just sick. And clean up your accent, you sound like you live in the alleys."

Insulting his accent was probably the only thing that could shut Mark up. "Bloody wank'a..." He turned to Harmony, and remembered to watch his accent. "If you ever need anyone offed, love, give me a call." He grinned.

He grinned. "Trust me love, theres neva a need for me to do myself."

"Ok, enough of that. We've got a whole mess of demons down there that need vanquishing. And Harmony, no killing the help."

"A! Who are you collin the 'elp?!"

"Accent."

"Bugga' off you sodding piece a--"

"ENOUGH!" he cut in. "Thou hast had thy petty bickering. Now is't the time for battle! This can wait."