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Moscovy , Russia, Eurpoe

A hooded man in a dark robe stood nearby the elderly man. The man was holding onto a gnarled stick twice as tall as he was, though the man wasn't mor than 4 feet tall.
"I told them, Firion," He muttered, hobbling towards the cloaked one. "I told them they could not neglect magic in their search for science. I warned them! Now they have lost their magic and the chosen ones will suffer because they will not know how to use their powers. They will be mocked and creully treated because of what they can do. We can only hope for those born elsewhere. i am an old man. Firion, you must do something to help these poor children to find the Castle." The dark hooded one spoke, with great reverance,
"I will do so, then return to you,"
"I fear it may be too late for me."
"Sir?" The elderly one turned around and held down his left ear, revealing a green patch. Firion gasped.
"No-o, Not you!"
"I am dying, and i must tell you something." He stood gravely still.
"You were the daughter of a fairy. her wings had been torn off so creully and she had been raped. She was dying, but begged me to save you. I used my magics to speed up your growth so she could give birth to you before she died. It exhausted all my power, but you were born, and your mother held you in her arms and named you beforeshe died. I have raised you ever since. it was a good thing you were half human or you might have been killed right away. Use the power within you to save the children and save both the human race and the other races in the world. and one more thing," He paused, "The book you have never been allowed to touch, it is now yours. when you were crying your mother took out that book and read to you from it the one week she lived. Now go." Firion was a little unsteady over what he had learned.
"But, what about you?"
"I will be fine. I can prolong my death to a month or so, but I will die in the end. And you must promise to find those children and bring them to the Castle or at least as far as you can. Swear it to me."
"But-"
"Swear it, Firion, Swear it,"
"I-I swear it,"






RPing BEGINS!!!!

"So you wanna go on an adventure?" A girlish, maybe even preppish voice startled Me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?" The blonde girl chuckled.
"There you go agin, stuck in the clouds." Kiara laughed again. She never was nice, but she did keep me from starving when i had nothing.
"My dad has a ship setting out. You can come if you want. Anyplace is better than here, right?" Well, I could do with a change of scenery.
"Where's it headed?" She sat down next to me and stard into the sky romantically.
"Oooh, i don't know, But there is this really cute guy on it and maybe will go to Paris and some other romatic spot!" I mentally rolled my eyes. I wonder what she would do if she relized i knew that she was only freinds with me because her father disliked the street children like me.
"I guess I'll come." SHe bounced up happily.
"good pack your stuff and meet me at the docks in an hour!" She skipped up and down the streets to her 40 acre home.

(Later On, early post was just intro into the RP.)

Cara walked along the decks of the cruise ship that was traveling about the seas. Of course she shouldn't be up on deck, Vito could only afford her a low class ticket which meant staying out of sight. She satyed well away from the rail, not much liking to look down, but the view was still beautiful. She held her pot tightly in her arms, as if protecting the flowers. There were many different kinds of flowers, and each one whispered to her silently. The little Italian girl already missed her mother, Vito, and the rest of the people she considered family. Yet things had to be done, because once you create a minor earthquake out of a tantrum, you're sort of shunned from European society. The potted flowers whispered louder and now she heard them, and looked about, spotting other children. She smiled, maybe they'd play with her, and she moved off in their direction.

Northern England, Lady Harroway's School for the Gifted

She had been summoned to the Headmistress' office and was waiting outside in the outer office where Lady Harroway's secretary was typing up documents and answering calls. After a while, Miss Lane the secretary, picked up the ringing phone, "Yes, miss? Right away Ms. Harroway." The assistant's gaze turned to Aria and she smiled, "She'll see you now, Aria."

Standing, Aria returned the smile and politely thanked Miss Lane as she moved toward the two large, ornate wooden doors. Opening the one on the right, the young girl stepped into a room that could have been in any museum in the country. Gilt framed paintings lined the walls, featuring past Headmasters or mistresses of the academy. Nearly every surface in the room had stacks and stacks and stacks of books, papers, scrolls or precariously placed magical instruments. Aria loved it; Mrs. Harroway's office was her favorite place to be. She also loved every bit of magic, every aspect of it. There was a whole world of it out there just waiting to be learned and it was Aria's dream to become a teacher at the school.

Taking the seat Lady Harroway offered, she politely declined the invitation of tea and crumpets. The Headmistress folded her hands, resting them on an open book, "Well then, we'll get to it then, shall we? Do you know why I summoned you?" Aria nodded and replied, "My Task."

A proud grin formed on the Lady Harroway's lips, "Correct! However, Aria... your Task will be different from the others." It was customary for all students age 16 or older to perform a Task... one that was usually similar for everyone. The young girl's interest was piqued. "Why is that, Headmistress?"

"I have consulted with the rest of the staff and we all agree. As of now, I have some of the service staff preparing your things since you will need to leave as soon as possible." Lady Harroway smiled, "We believe you to be one of the chosen, Aria, to open the Door." Aria's dark eyebrows shot upward in surprise and she opened her mouth to reply but the Headmistree cut her off with the lift of her hand, "Please, Aria. We have poured over all the signs and portents, studied your performance at the school... you are one of the children destined to open the Door.

At this statement, one of the double doors opened and a maid entered the room, waiting. Aria's attention was directed to the front again when Lady Harroway spoke again, "Now, run along with Martha here and get ready. Make everyone here proud, as I am proud of you, my dear. Good luck." And with that, Aria was dismissed with the maid.

[2]

Firion folowed his mentor's advice, and took a long horseride to Te Buddhist monestary which held the original prophecy. Unfortunetly, the prophecy had mysteriously disappeared soon after the first outbreak in London a couple of months ago. Th abbot could remember little, but did mention some useful ways to find the chosen children. with that settled, Firion decided to call onone of his olde caretaker's freind. A Lady Halloway who owned a school to teach magic to those in England secretly because of how science was replacing magic.